Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 110: Desolation_1

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Desolation_1

"A Saint makes his move! He truly holds us in high regard!"

Jiang Tiansheng and the others wore bitter expressions. Facing a Saint powerhouse, they were utterly devoid of the will to fight; moreover, they lacked the strength to continue the battle. Lv Bu’s attack had directly shattered the Holy Fire Sect’s defensive line, at the cost of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. The remaining soldiers were utterly terrified, their morale gone. An army without the will to fight, devoid of morale, was but a flock of sheep, no matter how numerous. And no matter how many sheep there were, they could never defeat lions or tigers!

"Relay my command: All troops, attack!"

Lv Bu’s figure hovered in midair as he issued his order calmly. At this moment, his aura was retracted, making him seem like an ordinary person without a trace of combat power. Yet, the surviving Holy Fire Sect soldiers looked upon him as if they were staring at a world-shaking demon.

"Charge...!"

"Brave sons of Old Qin, together we face the nation’s peril!"

"Charge! Kill!"

Countless Qin Dynasty soldiers charged out from Yinshan Pass, battle weapons in hand, their faces filled with killing intent. Their banners billowed, obscuring the sky.

BOOM!

In an instant, a crimson wave of Evil Qi surged to the heavens, piercing the Ninth Heaven! Dimly, a blood river spanning the sky appeared, constantly roiling and roaring, as if it were the very source of death, striking terror into the hearts of all who witnessed it.

A million Qin Dynasty soldiers charged, their gleaming weapon edges flashing, wreathed in bloody light. Within minutes, they breached the Holy Fire Sect’s ranks. With swift and merciless strokes, they slew thousands. The Holy Fire Sect’s army, utterly demoralized, had no strength to resist and was easily slaughtered. Bodies fell one after another, fresh blood flowing freely, staining the ground scarlet.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The resonant sound of slaughter shook the heavens and the earth. The Qin Dynasty soldiers seemed to have entered an uninhabited land, their weapons mercilessly claiming life after life.

"Kill! Even if we die, we won’t let the enemy have an easy time!"

Under the threat of death, the fear in the hearts of the Holy Fire Sect’s soldiers was overwhelmed by the will to survive. Their combat power reignited. A commander roared, raised his Longsword high, and slashed towards the Qin Dynasty soldiers.

CRACK!

The attacked Qin Dynasty soldier had no time to defend and was cleaved in two by the Longsword. Under the impact of the ferocious energy, his body exploded, shattering into pieces.

"End this battle quickly!" Facing the enemy whose fighting spirit had rekindled, Lv Bu commanded coldly, a frigid glint in his eyes that seemed to pierce the Void.

"Kill!"

Outside the Purple Lightning Domain, thunderous cries of slaughter shook the heavens and earth, echoing across a thousand li of the Void. Zhao Yun led the main army in a savage charge, demolishing the front-line cities of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect. On the war-torn land where beacon fires blazed, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood pooled like rivers.

At the forefront was the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry. Having undergone training in the martial arts practice fields, their strength was uniformly at the Fasang Realm or higher. Against the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect’s legions, whose members were generally only at the Real Human Realm, they were unstoppable—killing gods who blocked their path and annihilating demons who stood against them. Even the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect’s ancestors who had reached the Saint Realm were cut down by the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry, trampled into mincemeat beneath their horses’ hooves.

In less than two days, nearly half the territory controlled by the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect had fallen!

"Sect Master, the Qin Empire’s offensive is ferocious! Our five major legions have suffered catastrophic losses and no longer possess the strength to fight!"

In the Ten Thousand Thunder Grand Hall, several figures stood, each with a worried expression. The Great Elder, standing at the forefront, reported in a grave voice.

As the foremost power in the Purple Lightning Domain, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect controlled nearly half of the Purple Lightning Dao Domain. Using vast resources, they had formed five major legions, numbering only one hundred thousand men in total. But these one hundred thousand men all possessed Real Human Realm cultivation and formidable combat prowess.

With the five major legions having suffered such heavy losses, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect could no longer organize large-scale battles unless they dispatched Disciples from within the sect. However, the inner sect Disciples were pampered treasures who had never been on a battlefield. They were just a group of fledglings; if they were sent to war, they would only become souls reaped by enemy blades.

"We can’t fight anymore!"

"If this continues, all of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect’s elites will be wiped out! We wouldn’t even need the Qin Empire to act; the other three sects, joining forces, could extinguish us!" the Second Elder said in a grave voice.

The Purple Lightning Domain was not unified. Half of its territory was occupied by the Mingyue Sect, the Purple Lightning Sect, and the Panshan Sect. These three powers had formed an alliance and had been in a standoff with the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect for tens of thousands of years.

"But... can we withstand the Qin Empire’s attack?" the Great Elder asked gloomily.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the Qin Empire’s invasion this time was to expand its sphere of influence; they definitely wouldn’t give up easily.

"Issue the order! Dispatch envoys to the Qin Empire to negotiate an end to the hostilities! As long as we can achieve a ceasefire, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect will accept any terms!" the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect Master said from his high seat, his voice laced with deep humiliation.

Sue for peace and a ceasefire! What a profound humiliation for any power!

After hearing this, surprisingly, none of the assembled elders objected. Their silence signified their tacit agreement.

「Ten Thousand Flowers Sect!」

The once-flourishing land was now filled with withered trees, all signs of life extinguished. Dried corpses littered the ground. A blood-red Formation, resembling a celestial canopy, enveloped the mountaintop, flickering with brilliant light. A suffocating aura of slaughter emanated from within.

The Impermanence Saint sat cross-legged in a blood pool, his eyes tightly shut. About one zhang away from him sat another figure, entirely condensed from blood mist. As time passed, this figure grew more substantial, eventually becoming almost indistinguishable from a living person. Two crimson vortexes appeared above their heads, like whales swallowing water, frantically absorbing the energy from the blood pool.

"Benevolent Corpse, form!"

At a certain moment, the Impermanence Saint abruptly opened his eyes, which blazed as resplendently as the bright moon in the sky. A vast and profound energy erupted from his body. The surrounding Void shattered completely! The entire mountain shook violently!

The next instant, another powerful aura burst forth. The Benevolent Corpse beside the Impermanence Saint slowly opened its eyes. Its two drooping eyebrows were white, and it had a kind and benevolent appearance.

"Greetings, Original Self!" The Benevolent Corpse rose and bowed to the Impermanence Saint.

"You and I are one body; there’s no need for such formalities." The Impermanence Saint waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted the Benevolent Corpse. A slight smile touched his icy face.

The Benevolent Corpse nodded slightly, its figure flickered, and then it vanished without a trace.

Breaking through the Great Saint bottleneck is truly extraordinarily difficult! the Impermanence Saint murmured, lowering his head to gaze at the nearly depleted blood pool, a trace of disappointment on his face. The blood pool, condensed from a Formation arrayed by over one hundred thousand Martial Artists, had only been enough to support his recovery and the condensation of the Benevolent Corpse. The stronger one’s cultivation, the more energy it requires! I hope the blood pools from the Qin Empire and the Holy Fire Sect will allow me to break through to the Great Saint Level!

With this thought, the Impermanence Saint activated his Cultivation Technique, completely devouring the last vestiges of energy in the blood pool. As the final wisp of energy was absorbed, the crimson pool transformed into clear water. A gentle breeze rustled its surface, creating sparkling ripples. Who could have imagined that this pristine pool had once been filled with viscous, fresh blood?

Time to head to the next place. This Saint must break through to the Great Saint Realm! I absolutely must...

Determination filled the Impermanence Saint’s face. With a light tap of his toes, he transformed into a streak of light and shot into the distance, leaving only his powerful, resonant voice lingering in the air for a long, long time.

After his departure, the region fell into complete silence. Even birds and beasts seemed to shun it, detouring far around.

This place had become a land of death.