Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 118: Sweep the World (V)_1

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Sweep the World (V)_1

Forest Realm!

Lin Family!

The battle was still unfolding, but it was one-sided.

In this fierce conflict, thousands of palaces had turned into ruins, with heaps of rubble piling up everywhere. Fierce winds gusted, and the air, thick with a murderous intent that cascaded like a waterfall, caused many Martial Artists who rushed to the scene to tremble in fear.

"Is this the strength of an old, established power?" a spectating Martial Artist’s pupils shrank as they exclaimed in horror.

"The Qin Empire is still the fiercest! They’re actually overwhelming the Lin Family—a behemoth that has dominated the Forest Realm for hundreds of thousands of years!"

"I heard that just a year ago, the Qin Empire was merely a regional power confined to the East Ancient Domain. It’s incredible that they could develop so rapidly in such a short time!"

"Yes, the Qin Empire’s development speed... it defies all logic!"

Discussions broke out among the crowd, and it wasn’t hard to discern the envy in their voices.

"With our bodies, we forge a boundless nation; with our soldiers, we conquer all directions!"

Fifty thousand Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry soldiers shouted the resounding slogan. A dense, bloody light emanated from each one, intertwining to form a vast Formation.

"Relay the order! Condense the totem!" the Great Elder of the Lin Family commanded.

From their previous engagements, he clearly understood the formidable might of the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry. Among ordinary legions, they were undoubtedly top-tier. Winning through conventional means was almost impossible.

Therefore, he had to resort to special tactics to turn the tide of battle and repel the Qin army.

BOOM!

A towering peak trembled, and a terrifying Evil Qi surged straight into the ninth heaven.

The Lin Family clansmen below retreated one after another. They slit their palms with their weapons, revealing an intricate cyan rune. It was exceedingly profound, and one could faintly perceive gusts of wind sealed within it.

Then, they raised their bloodied palms high, forming cyan beams of light that merged into the ominous cloud layer of Evil Qi suffusing the heavens above.

The clouds and mist vibrated. A colossal, thousand-zhang-tall beast gradually took form, its body wreathed in cyan winds. It had two feet, eight hands, two ears, and eight eyes—a fearsome sight indeed. Four ’Wind Eyes’ floated around it, its own eyes like seas of blood, glaring fixedly at the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry.

Totems – similar to army souls!

It is a method where clans use their bloodline as a medium to summon ancient, powerful beasts of battle.

And this particular beast was none other than the Wind Roaring Beast. Legend said it was once a celestial beast, terrifying beyond measure, that had rampaged across the world in its prime.

"Attack!"

The Great Elder of the Lin Family waved his hand, and the Wind Roaring Beast attacked. Its colossal body, like a moving mountain, covered a hundred zhang with each step, crushing countless towering ancient trees to dust and leaving footprints dozens of zhang deep.

The four Wind Eyes began to rotate, forming four tornadoes, their immense tearing force shaking heaven and earth.

Countless ancient trees were uprooted!

Many small hilltops crumbled like deadwood, sending sand and stones flying as they collapsed!

Zhao Yun, hovering in the ninth heaven, watched the Wind Roaring Beast charge forward. His expression was calm as he bellowed, "Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry, condense the army soul!"

ROAR!

A dragon’s cry echoed between heaven and earth as a silver dragon phantom materialized, its body radiating a dazzling light. Its eyes blazed with divine luminescence, like vast constellations, as it lunged, claws and fangs bared, towards the Lin Family disciples.

BOOM!

The two thousand-zhang-tall colossal beasts collided fiercely, emitting a heaven-shattering boom. The surrounding Void began to collapse, and countless spatial rifts spread for tens of thousands of zhang.

ROAR!

The Wind Roaring Beast howled in fury. A cyan beam of light erupted from its eyes, piercing the nine heavens above and coiling down into the nine netherworlds below. It didn’t look like a gale, but upon closer sensing, it was more terrifying than any tempest.

This... was no ordinary storm!

The moment the cyan beam appeared, everyone, from the distant spectators to the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry, felt their souls tremble as if being torn by a mysterious force, threatening to rip free from their bodies and drag them into hell.

"Wh-what is this power?"

"Why do I feel like death is upon me? It’s as if I have one foot in the gates of hell!"

The spectating Martial Artists were terrified. The more powerful among them hastily retreated, while many with weaker cultivations could only stand rooted to the spot, sensing death’s inexorable approach.

Even the magnificent momentum of the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry faltered; their actions slowed, and their expressions turned somewhat dazed. Fortunately, they were augmented by their Formation, their strength considerably boosted, which prevented them from losing complete control.

Even so, their combat effectiveness had noticeably weakened!

A wind!

A wind from the depths of hell!

Zhao Yun’s brow furrowed slightly. A soul attack! As expected of an ancient strange beast, to possess such a potent Divine Skill. Truly extraordinary. Even Martial Artists who had Reached the Holy Realm would be affected, their combat power greatly diminished. Among all attack types, soul attacks are undoubtedly the most insidious and the most difficult to defend against!

Zhao Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly. Perfect. A good chance to test the army soul condensed by the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry!

He then commanded in a clear voice, "Breath of the True Dragon! Change Formation!"

The fifty thousand soldiers of the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry were jolted, their senses clearing. They swiftly changed their Formation, maneuvering the silver dragon army soul to counterattack.

ROAR!

The silver dragon roared, its eyes wide, exuding an inherent majesty without needing anger. As one of the first beings of heaven and earth, a creature that had galloped through countless ages, reigning supreme over innumerable ferocious beasts—how could it be easily defeated?

Its great maw opened, spewing forth a silver-white profound light. Like a saw through rotten wood, it effortlessly shattered the cyan beam.

Instantly, the mysterious soul-tearing force vanished without a trace. Only the dragon’s overwhelming might remained, dominating the world.

"Die!"

The Lin Family Great Elder’s expression flickered. With a wave of his hands, the four Wind Eyes around the Wind Roaring Beast began to swell. One of them then exploded, unleashing a wind blade that surpassed the might of countless strands of Sword Qi.

"Dragon Scale Claw!"

Zhao Yun’s expression turned somewhat grave. In the power of this wind blade, I sense a faint threat. Though it’s very slight and poses little danger to me, for the Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry, this threat will be magnified ten thousandfold. If we don’t handle this with caution, there’s a risk of disastrous failure!

"Rotate!"

The Qin Dynasty Iron Cavalry continued to shift their Formation.

The silver dragon transformed into a majestic beam of light, shot into the ninth heaven, and vanished from everyone’s sight. But in the very next breath, a colossal dragon claw imprint, thousands of zhang long, materialized. It obscured the sky and sun as it pressed down with immense power.

The wind blade near the Wind Roaring Beast was instantly torn asunder, shattering inch by inch, leaving nothing behind.

...

「Outside the Imperial Capital!」

A faint scent of blood permeated the air. Within a thousand-li radius, corpses still radiating warmth and potent residual auras could occasionally be seen.

"Sword Sovereign, you cannot escape!"

The cold, indifferent voice of the leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun echoed in the darkness. Ahead of him, a sword-wielding figure stumbled and fled, looking utterly wretched.

The Sword Sovereign fled in panic. Can it be? Is Heaven itself bent on my destruction? His despair deepened when he saw the indistinct figures flickering in his periphery.

He knew – these were members of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun! He was already surrounded!

A few minutes later, the Sword Sovereign saw a figure standing atop a mountain peak ahead. The person was dressed in an elegant white robe, possessed a refined and scholarly aura, and held a feather fan, which they waved gently.

An overwhelming scholarly aura instantly enveloped him!

Before he could even react, his vision went black. He lost consciousness completely and exploded into a mist of blood!