Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Time flies.

Three years passed quickly.

During these three years, the interiors of all realms remained calm, but the sky beyond the Great Wall was filled with a chilling killing aura.

At this perilous moment, Wang Jian, who served as Minister of War, left the Imperial Capital and came to the Great Wall, patrolling day and night, vigilant against any enemy that might arrive at any moment.

Generals such as Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, who fought on the outskirts of chaos, also led their legions to station on the Great Wall.

Boom!

On this day, Wang Jian patrolled as usual.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing sound of something cutting through the air, coming from the distant stars, like a sword striking the sky.

"They’re here!"

Wang Jian’s spirit was roused. He stopped in his tracks and looked up.

At the end of his vision, a team of a hundred men was rushing towards them. They were armored, had scales on their faces, blue eyes, and horns on their heads that gleamed blue.

Their strength was not weak; leading them was a Martial Artist at the mid Unity Realm Stage, supported by eight Dao Saints and ninety-one Quasi-Saints.

"Prepare for battle!"

Wang Jian commanded in a deep voice.

"Boom boom boom~"

A hundred thousand war drums thundered together, producing a world-shaking sound, akin to the rumbling before a storm, or the symphony of battle steeds, wielding immense power to instill fear.

Soldiers from various legions, including the Second, Ninth, and Tenth Legions, simultaneously halted their drills, lifted their heads towards the stars, their intent to kill was unmistakable.

Their eyes all burned with fierce flames; it was boundless fighting spirit.

Battle! Battle! Battle!

Generals Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and others appeared atop the Great Wall, holding their weapons, ready for action.

Half a quarter later, forces from the depths of the universe arrived outside the myriad realms.

This force was known as the Flying Scales Tribe!

"Stop within Qin Dynasty territory!"

Wang Jian unsheathed his sword, his expression icy, shouting forcefully.

"Ants!"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader glanced at Wang Jian, noticed he was only at the Dao Saint Realm, and showed a hint of disdain, preparing to ignore Wang Jian’s words.

Who bothers about an ant’s whispers?

"Clan Leader, wait... wait a moment!"

At that moment, a Dao Saint from the Flying Scales Tribe spoke nervously.

The Flying Scales Clan Leader’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Clan Leader, look at those six heads..."

That Dao Saint pointed at the six heads hanging on the Great Wall, his face pale, his eyes full of horror as he spoke.

The Flying Scales Clan Leader turned to look, his pupils instantly contracted, feeling a bitter chill rise from his soles to his head, his blood seemingly ceasing to flow.

"This..."

"How could this be?"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader exclaimed, his voice growing sharp.

He recognized those six heads’ identities, all strong figures from the Unity Realm Stage, whom he’d once met in Xuan City; aside from the Lord of the Eternal Tribe, the other five were more formidable than him.

Why were these mighty figures’ heads hanging beneath the wall?

Were they... all dead?

"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Suddenly, the Flying Scales Clan Leader’s mind flashed with realization.

Subsequently, he hesitated.

Upon learning about the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he immediately led the tribe’s strong forces, traveling ceaselessly day and night, intending to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi before other powers.

But now, the masters of six top-tier forces had fallen in their quest for the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Should he continue his pursuit?

"No, why haven’t the top-tier fighters from all realms appeared?"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader scanned the Great Wall, seeing it packed with shadows; however, he only deemed a few Dao Saints worthy, and not a single Unity Realm Stage Martial Artist.

Strange, where were the Unity Realm Stage fighters from all realms?

Why haven’t they shown up?

Soon, the Flying Scales Clan Leader’s mind birthed a bold idea; could it be that the strongest figures from all realms were severely injured while resisting the six masters of top-tier forces?

Hence, the heads of the six masters of top-tier forces are hung up, as mere bluff!

"Yes!"

"It must be this way!"

"I’m too clever to think of this!"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader’s thoughts raced, a cruel smile creeping onto his face as he coldly said, "Listen up, people of all realms, hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi now, and I might spare your worthless lives!"

"Otherwise, once I act, you will all die!"

Die!

Wang Jian, Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, and others’ faces turned sombre, filled with rage.

"Kill him!"

Wang Jian commanded coldly.

"As you command!"

Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, Ma Chao, and Huang Zhong nodded, simultaneously drawing their weapons, soaring out of the Great Wall.

Endless Saint Power surged, transforming into five giant tigers in the starry sky.

The Five Tiger Generals Formation!

"Die!"

Zhao Yun charged ahead, his war spear waving, empowered by the Formation’s might, forcefully thrusting forward.

Clang!

The spear’s sound echoed through the stars.

A streak of silver spear aura appeared, unparalleled in sharpness, carrying endless killing intent, making the entire starry sky luminously bright, erasing time and space, vanquishing ten thousand paths.

"Seems my judgment was right!"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader, upon witnessing Zhao Yun and the five generals in action, felt even more assured in his beliefs.

A smug smile emerged on his face; casually he drew his large saber, cleaving a green saber aura that spanned tens of thousands of light-years, as if to slice the universe open.

Boom!

In an instant.

Spear aura and saber aura collided, triggering an earth-shattering explosion.

The starfield trembled violently, at the explosion’s epicenter, surrounding stars shattered entirely, impacting billions of light-years, covering all realms.

"Can antish power truly overturn?"

Gazing at the starry sky filled with destructive aftermath, the Flying Scales Clan Leader coldly remarked.

In his eyes, the five warriors of Zhao Yun were already dead!

Next, he only needed to wait for the aftermath to dissipate, then he could charge into the myriad realms, seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi, thereafter retreat to the starry sky, cultivating silently for tens of thousands of years, emerging again to dominate the universe.

Yet, as the Flying Scales Clan Leader rejoiced inwardly, envisioning a bright future, a silver spear aura burst out from the explosion, transforming into a silver phoenix, striking headlong.

The cry of the phoenix, the sound of the spear, resounded through the heavens!

"What?"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader was shocked, hurriedly lifting his saber to defend himself, but it was evidently too late.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

His body was pierced by the spear aura, the destructive spear intent rampaging, permeating his meridians, severing his life force.

"How can this be?"

The Flying Scales Clan Leader’s body stiffened, difficultly lowering his head, gazing at the spear wound in his chest, sensing the rapid loss of life force within, eyes filled with incredulity and bewilderment.

He had been defeated!

Defeated by five Dao Saints?

"Turns out, I’m not worth all realms dispatching Unity Realm Stage fighters..."

Moments later, the Flying Scales Clan Leader lifted his gaze straight ahead, seeing Zhao Yun and the five generals emerge from the aftermath, their armor gleaming, eyes icy, killing intent cascading like a waterfall.

As the aftermath gradually dissipated, he even saw the myriad realms, under the protection of a colossal yellow dragon, completely unharmed.

Gradually, the vitality in his eyes dimmed, losing its luster.

In his final conscious moments, he heard the sounds of slaughter, along with the screams and wails of his clansmen!

The Flying Scales Tribe was finished!