Invincible Dad-Chapter 522 522 I Have a Sword_1
"So what if we are."
Yao Wanshan's voice was ice-cold. "If you're afraid, cripple your cultivation and kneel to beg for mercy. I might just spare your pathetic lives."
"Brother Yao," the purple-haired Holy Master Ziyan burst into laughter, "I've heard that your Tianmo Palace has a killing formation claimed to be invincible in the Eastern Immortal Domain? Might I have a look?"
Yao Wanshan frowned imperceptibly. The Sect disciples and Elders behind him varied in cultivation from the Golden Core to the Celestial Venerable Realm. His original intention was not to involve these people in the upcoming battle.
But since Holy Master Ziyan had spoken...
Yao Wanshan roared, "Set the formation!"
The more than ten thousand Tianmo Palace disciples behind him moved through the void with remarkable synergy. In just a few moments, 13,271 individuals had successfully formed the array, spreading a terrifying presence that permeated the surroundings.
The strength of this formation... It's actually comparable to the peak of the Celestial Venerable Realm!
What a pity. There are only two mid-Celestial Venerable Realm Elders in the formation. If there were thirty more Celestial Venerables, this formation could slay an Immortal Venerable! Yao Wanshan felt a slight regret, yet there was an unmistakable pride in his tone.
Why had Tianmo Palace been able to stand firm in the Eastern Desolate Domain for hundreds of thousands of years? It was because of this very formation! If a million disciples of Tianmo Palace were to set up the formation together, it could amplify his combat power as an early-stage Immortal Venerable by more than a dozen times. He could even fight against a peak Immortal Venerable!
Now, with the backing of two early-stage Immortal Venerables and a killing formation with destructive power comparable to the peak of the Celestial Venerable Realm, this level of power was nearly enough to wipe out a Holy Land with a weaker foundation. The disciples of Tianmo Palace looked at Xu Lai and his companions as if they were already dead.
This was especially true for Baili Wushang, who had just been terrified out of his wits. Having learned of his brother's death, he now shrieked, "You scum! Die! Just die!"
...
Baize remained silent for a moment, then unexpectedly started to chuckle. Other than in front of Xu Lai and a very few others, this Divine General of the Heavenly Court always maintained a nonchalant demeanor. To be precise, she always had an expressionless face. But when Baize saw Tianmo Palace and the Ziyan Holy Land being so overconfident, the corners of her lips curled into a smile. "Truly naive, and somehow endearing."
Near the Mass Burial Mound, there were four hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers. Just behind her, there were one hundred thousand elite troops of the Heavenly Court, not to mention the ten thousand soldiers of the Qingfeng Camp, the cream of the crop.
Xu Lai looked at Baize with an odd expression. From their tens of thousands of years of acquaintance, he knew this woman well. She seemed fragile on the outside but was genuinely cunning and ruthless. Otherwise, Taotie, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless victims, would not be so wary of Divine General Baize, nor would she be called a Saint in the Array Path and the Game of Go Path.
...
"Endearing?" Yao Wanshan was furious.
He had joined forces with his newly sworn brother, Holy Master Ziyan, which was like the Eastern Desolate Domain and the Boundless Domain boarding the same warship. With the combined might of both domains, even other Holy Lands and Tao Lineages had to weigh their options carefully. Moreover, this was the Eastern Desolate Domain—his turf. To be looked down upon by some woman of unknown origin was infuriating!
"Actually, this is all just a small misunderstanding. There's no need for us to fight to the death," Divine General Baize suggested with a gentle smile. "Why don't we all just take a step back? How about it?"
"So you're a coward after all," Holy Master Ziyan said. "Brother Yao, the Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit can help us elevate our cultivation, and the Immortal Venerable's corpse has great uses deep within the Mass Burial Mound. Don't be soft-hearted!"
"Rest assured, Brother Ziyan," Yao Wanshan spoke chillingly. "They killed my Sect's Saint Heir and Elders. If we don't offer their heads in sacrifice, how will the Holy Lands of other domains view my Tianmo Palace?"
"What a pity," Baize said with regret. "I gave you chances, time and time again. You're the ones who didn't cherish them."
Yao Wanshan sneered, "At this point, do you really think you can escape?"
"Escape?" Baize asked, puzzled. "Why would we escape?"
She clapped her hands. "Come on out."
Are there more cultivators hidden somewhere? Yao Wanshan and Holy Master Ziyan were startled but didn't take it seriously.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, scattering the clouds in the sky, yet the area above remained shrouded in a dense darkness. No one noticed at first. It wasn't until a disciple looked up that their expression dramatically changed.
"What is that?"
"They're Shadow Soldiers... The Mass Burial Mound really is an ancient battlefield! There are Shadow Soldiers here!"
The cultivators of Tianmo Palace and the Ziyan Holy Land were stunned, their faces aghast with terror. As the clouds dispersed, the shadow in the sky was revealed to be a dense swarm of living beings!
There were members of the Human Race. And other races as well.
Their eyes were as cold as icebergs. They were dressed in uniform, pure black attire, with blood-red capes draped over their shoulders. With their appearance, the temperature of the entire world plummeted by dozens of degrees in an instant. A tangible murderous aura and the scent of blood spread out, freezing the ancient river that had flowed outside the Mass Burial Mound for dozens of eras.
"This is..." Yao Wanshan's scalp prickled with terror. How many people are there? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Fifty thousand? There must be a hundred thousand!
He had been completely unaware that a phalanx of one hundred thousand cultivators was hidden in the clouds right before his eyes. These people couldn't all be of the Immortal Venerable Realm, which meant there was only one explanation—they possessed secret treasures capable of shielding them from an Immortal Venerable's Divine Sense.
"Who on earth are you?" Yao Wanshan's expression grew solemn as he stared intently at Xu Lai's group in the distant sky.
An army of one hundred thousand cultivators. Even if Tianmo Palace had over a million disciples, assembling such a cultivator army was still incredibly difficult.
He roared again, "This is the Eastern Desolate Domain! My Tianmo Palace is the Holy Land of this domain, with ten major affiliated Sky Sects and hundreds of thousands of affiliated Sects! To march an army of this scale without informing me, do you really think I'm a pushover—"
Before he could finish, Yao Wanshan sensed something and suddenly looked toward the distance. Several clouds were drifting over. When the clouds dissipated, they revealed even more cultivators dressed in black with blood-red capes.
From the east, south, west, and north, four forces had completely surrounded them!
What shocked Yao Wanshan the most was that the armies from the four directions combined likely numbered four hundred thousand. Yet their movements were soundless, so orderly it was as if they moved as one. Their eyes, in particular, were filled with a coldness that sent a chill down his spine.
He felt a surge of fury. He was an Immortal Venerable, the number one expert in the Eastern Desolate Domain! How dare these people try to kill him? And yet... he was actually starting to feel afraid.
If even the Master of Tianmo Palace was struck with fear, it was far worse for the lower-realm disciples. They were so frightened they couldn't even maintain their formation. Tens of thousands of people huddled together, trembling. With their morale completely shattered, many of them started screaming and wailing in terror.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Baize had produced a massive beast-hide drum from somewhere.
"I have a sword that can sunder the world. Who among you dares to face it?"
The Second Divine General beat the giant drum. Her long hair, once coiled up, came loose and whipped about wildly, exuding a heroic spirit that soared to the heavens.
Following the steady beat of the drum, four hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers simultaneously grasped the hilts of their swords.
In an instant, four hundred thousand Sword Intents shot toward the sky
Chapter 522 522 I Have a Sword_1
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