Invincible Dad-Chapter 610: Quickly Dispel the Formation!_1

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Quickly Dispel the Formation!_1

The sword of the Yunxiao Sect?

Xu Wandao muttered in confusion, "Stop joking. Among the One Sect, Three Schools, and Nine Pavilions, the Three Schools and Nine Pavilions have disciples supporting Chang’an year-round."

"Only the Yunxiao Sect, be it disciples or Elders, has never come to the Moon."

"In fact, if it weren’t for the insistence of the Three Schools and Nine Pavilions, we at the Martial Dao Association would doubt the Yunxiao Sect even exists."

After Xu Wandao finished speaking, Xu Yiyi passed the White Jade Sword in her hand to him. Xu Wandao took it and scrutinized it carefully.

He naturally saw the three characters on the hilt—

Yunxiao Sect!

Xu Wandao frowned slightly. "Where did you find this?"

"There was a Spiritual Field where the Moon Clan cultivates Primordial Grass. I moved the Spiritual Field aside, and underneath was a corpse pit. In the pit..." Ruan Lan explained briefly.

Xu Wandao’s expression grew complex. He took a small step back and asked Zhang Suzi, "Elder Zhang Suzi, is the treasury in Chang’an City being guarded?"

"...Hey, hey, hey!" Ruan Lan felt like spitting blood. "Old Xu, you’re going too far! I’m not a locust, what are you afraid of?"

"It’s not fear, it’s a precaution."

"..." Ruan Lan no longer felt like dealing with Xu Wandao.

This descendant of Xu Yanyang, Hua Country’s number one Martial Ancestor, examined the White Jade Sword intently before finally shaking his head.

"This was carved from a piece of jade of an unknown grade. It’s definitely not a mundane object, but the Yunxiao Sect certainly has not come to the Moon through Chang’an City."

"Because the One Sect, Three Schools, and Nine Pavilions have their own Starry Sky Gate," Zhang Henshui, who had recovered from his injuries, said as he walked over.

"If I remember correctly, Primordial Grass grows near the Sea of the Moon, which is a forbidden area for the Moon Clan," Zhao Wumian followed closely, his brows deeply furrowed. "The cultivators of the Yunxiao Sect have always been secretive. How could they possibly go there? And they even used a sword to suppress a Skeleton Giant."

"By the way, where is Elder Xu Lai?" Xu Wandao suddenly recalled.

"He went back to sleep," Ruan Lan said.

Everyone: "..."

A few of the Watchmen took a sharp intake of breath. To be able to travel from Earth to the Moon and back so quickly and easily, Xu Lai must be a legendary Nascent Soul powerhouse. He might have even stepped into a Boundary above Nascent Soul, a realm they were completely unfamiliar with!

The group, still in shock, studied the White Jade Sword for a while longer but unfortunately made no progress. They only knew that the sword was extraordinary and indestructible, but beyond that, they could learn nothing.

「Earth time. Around five o’clock in the morning.」

The Teleportation Array in Chang’an City was restored, and a large group of Martial Artists immediately appeared—aside from six Watchmen, nearly all members of the Martial Dao Association at Eighth Grade and above had been mobilized.

This group of Martial Ancestors, who had come prepared for death, had expected to be met by a battlefield shrouded in smoke and fierce Moon Clan members.

But to their surprise, not a single member of the Moon Clan was in the city, not even a corpse.

The six leading Watchmen were Mao, Chen, Si, You, Xu, and Hai. They went to greet Zhang Henshui of the Wu hour, Zhang Suzi of the Wei hour, Zhao Wumian of the Chou hour, and Yao Yuan of the Zi hour.

Watchman Chen said in pleasant surprise, "Old Zhang, you all did well to hold Chang’an City! Where are Yin and Shen? And the others?"

Zhang Henshui was silent. This silence lasted for a long time, causing the arriving Martial Ancestors to quiet down as well. They gradually sensed the unusual atmosphere of the place.

It was oppressive.

Sorrowful.

And filled with despair.

After a long time, a voice finally broke the silence in Chang’an City.

"Watchmen Yin and Shen died in battle."

"Two thousand nine hundred sixteen Martial Ancestors died in battle, and thirty-seven thousand nine hundred twenty-one civilians in the city were killed or injured."

"A total of 40,837 dead."

"We held Chang’an City."

"But without that sword strike from the Sky Ranking, we... couldn’t have held on."

Zhao Wumian’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice spreading to every corner of the city and beyond. All who heard it wept in sorrow.

The lips of the assembled Martial Ancestors quivered, wanting to offer words of comfort, but they found themselves unable to speak, only managing a collective sigh. Many of the female Martial Ancestors had red-rimmed eyes, covering their mouths as they sobbed.

Chang’an was a tomb. It would either bury the Moon Clan or themselves.

They simply could not accept that more than forty thousand of their comrades-in-arms had been killed or injured. The vast majority of them had self-detonated, not even leaving intact corpses behind.

"As long as the Dragon City’s flying general remains, the northern hordes shall not cross the Yin Mountains!" Watchman Hai roared at the sky.

This ’Dragon City’s flying general’ had once been Xu Yanyang, who single-handedly defended Hua Country’s peace for a hundred years with his blade. Now, it was every person in the city, living or dead.

All the Martial Ancestors in the city let out a great roar, a cry so powerful it seemed to make the starlight flowing into the Starlight Array tremble.

"Everyone, forgive my bluntness, but now is not the time for sorrow or anger. We must quickly restore the city’s defenses," Zhang Henshui said, looking at the other Watchmen with a sigh. "One hundred thousand elite Moon Clan soldiers attacked the city. Despite their heavy losses, we can’t guarantee they won’t launch a surprise counterattack."

"Right. Change of guard. You all head back to Earth and rest," Watchman Si said gravely. "Rest assured, you can leave Chang’an City to us!"

「Half past five in the morning.」

Ruan Lan and the others set off on their journey home, accompanied by Xu Wandao, Zhang Henshui, Zhao Wumian, and other Human Race powerhouses.

On the way back, Xu Yiyi and Qian Xiao had already fallen asleep. Ruan Lan, holding one in each arm, was exhausted beyond words.

「East Sea City Martial Dao Association.」

President Gao He’s expression changed drastically when he saw the Teleportation Array light up. Four Eighth Grade Grandmasters were gathered around him.

His close friend, Tan Chang, stood beside him and offered comfort, "Brother Gao, no need to be so tense."

Perspiration beaded on Gao He’s forehead. The previous batch of reinforcements just left not long ago, and the Teleportation Array is lighting up again. It’s highly likely that Chang’an City has fallen, that even the sword strike from the Sky Ranking couldn’t turn the tide of defeat. If the Moon Clan is really attacking, we will be the last line of defense!

Gao He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was afraid that five of them wouldn’t be enough to hold the line.

Fortunately, his worry did not last long, because the figures appearing in the array were Xu Wandao, Ruan Lan, Zhang Henshui, and other Human Race powerhouses.

"Phew." Gao He breathed a sigh of relief before anxiously asking, "What’s the situation?"

"The city was breached, but we held on," Xu Wandao replied.

"That’s good, that’s really good..." Gao He’s heart, which had leaped into his throat, finally settled back down.

"You all can chat. I’m going home," Ruan Lan said anxiously.

She had to hurry. It was already getting light out! If my sister finds out I was out all night with Yiyi and Qian Xiao, she’ll skin me alive!

But Gao He stopped her, saying earnestly, "Daoist Ruan, you should probably not go home just yet. Why don’t you rest here at the Martial Dao Association?"

"????"

Ruan Lan gently placed the two little ones who were slumped over her shoulders onto the ground.

Expressionlessly, she took out her Formation Chessboard. Her fingertips were already activating a deadly Starlight Array.

As if that wasn’t enough, she then conjured a Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation.

Starlight poured down from the sky, enveloping the Martial Dao Association. Waves of a murderous aura washed over the area, causing the expressions of everyone present to change dramatically.

This was especially true for Zhang Henshui, Zhao Wumian, and the others, who had personally witnessed the terror of Ruan Lan’s formations.

"Daoist Ruan, what are you doing? Dispel the Formation, quickly!" Gao He exclaimed in alarm.

"Do you know how tall the grass on the grave of the last person who teased me has grown?"