Chapter 156 - 154: Fight to the Death_1
The rise of the Qin Empire was, after all, too recent. Just two years ago, it was a small, frontier nation, most of its citizens ordinary folk. Even though its top-tier combat strength had increased, its foundational forces were still insufficient, a weakness that became glaringly obvious on the battlefield. Ordinary Qin soldiers were no match for the disciples of the Wan Dao Domain; they fell in pools of their own blood after just a single exchange.
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"So weak! Like slaughtering dogs!" a disciple from the Lan Hai Sect sneered, withdrawing his weapon. At his feet lay the corpse of a Qin soldier—his sixth kill already. Without hesitation, he scanned his surroundings, quickly locked onto another target, and strode towards them.
He wanted revenge! Revenge for the fallen elders and his martial brothers who had perished.
"Kill! Kill them all! Spare none!" Mo Shi hovered low in the air, observing the corpses of Qin soldiers littering the ground. A cruel smile touched his lips. Whether it was for glory or to crush the Qin Empire’s morale, every Qin soldier participating in this battle had to die.
"Damn it, this can’t go on!" Yuan Tiangang, while battling the five ancestors of the Qunxian Sect, also monitored the battlefield, growing increasingly anxious. If this continued, the million-strong Qin army wouldn’t hold out for much longer. The deaths of a million soldiers would be enough to cause tremendous upheaval and incite turmoil within the Qin Empire.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You’re courting death!" the Qunxian Sect ancestor scoffed coldly. His battle sword flashed with a cold light as he thrust it forward. The piercing cry of the sword hummed sharply, echoing through the chilly air above the Cold Water, making one’s eardrums throb with pain.
Alert, Yuan Tiangang waved his hand casually. A beam of Sword Qi shot through the air, parrying the Qunxian Sect ancestor’s attack.
"Lord Yuan! We must break through the formation of the Five Qunxian Ancestors to rescue our soldiers!" With a golden ancient book hovering above his head, Wang Yangming was bathed in golden light. He broke through the blockade of Sword Qi, rushed to Yuan Tiangang’s side, and urgently sent a voice transmission.
The two possessed formidable combat strength and remained unharmed even within the formation of the Five Qunxian Ancestors. However, they were also unable to defeat the five Qunxian Ancestors. A formation set up by five Supreme Saint Realm Martial Artists was terrifyingly powerful. Even a Saint King expert would have to expend considerable effort to break through it.
"Daoist Arts, Ten Thousand Lightning Strikes!" Yuan Tiangang nodded. His battle sword hovered in mid-air as his hands moved through a series of complex, arcane gestures, generating a strange energy that spread towards the heavens. In just a moment, dark clouds formed high in the sky. Lightning flickered within them, and a low hum emanated.