Chapter 2930

He Chunhua was startled.

The Great Heavenly Demon? So the eldest son has actually been fighting on two worlds simultaneously?

Though he could not imagine how fierce those battles were, hearing it made his flesh creep.

He Lingchuan now seemed utterly strange to him; the Red General's saying "twenty years as one day" only made him feel he had never truly understood this eldest son.

Is this still the spoiled youth he watched grow up from childhood?

Can a person transform so thoroughly from inside to outside?

The Red General glanced out the window: "I'm busy. Do you have anything else?"

The Panlong Army had just returned to the mortal realm, the Earth Mother Plains had just ended the great war, the Nine Abysses Great Emperor was severely wounded and not yet healed, and the enemies outside had not yet been utterly wiped out… there were countless matters awaiting her arrangement and handling. She remained here to speak a few more words with He Chunhua only because there was now an additional subtle layer in the relationship between him and He Lingchuan.

Her impatience undisguised, He Chunhua had no choice but to hurry and say:

"There is still one matter, and it is the most important! Balin has once again colluded with the Heavenly Demon, scheming against Shen and Cangyan, causing Chuan'er and Yue'er to die. I have sworn an oath—I must avenge this!"

His tone was sorrowful and indignant, directly pointing the spearhead at Balin.

Moreover, he uttered the word "again."

Balin, as a lackey of the Heavenly Demon, has already had a history of over two hundred years; Panlongcheng once suffered greatly from it, right?

The Red General gave a faint smile and directly pierced: "Isn't it Zhao Huanzhong uncle and nephew?"

No wonder He Lingchuan has a poor relationship with his birth father. At their first conversation, this old rascal wanted to use her and the Great Wind Army as pawns.

One breath he was still immersed in the grief of losing his son, the next he was already scheming against the entire Balin state.

Isn't he just returned from the mortal realm as a heroic spirit? How does he even know this? He Chunhua choked, but immediately continued: "Balin as a state venerates the Lingxu Holy Sovereign; Zhao Huanzhong must certainly have someone behind him. This time, succeeding in harming my son would resolve Balin's peril—the Balin King could not possibly be unaware!"

He very much wanted to add: "Back then, Balin also treated Panlongcheng in this cruel manner," but that would be too deliberate.

Overdoing it.

The Red General said nothing, just looking at He Chunhua with a half-smile.

This chain of cause and effect is extremely complex, not as simple as the conclusion He Chunhua arrived at by chopping off the head and tail. If it weren't for her having crouched in the Great Vase and watched the entire process, she could not understand these origins and developments.

But after all, this scoundrel is He Lingchuan's biological father; she saw through but did not expose, giving the other party some face.

She did not respond, and the room fell into another bout of difficult silence.

He Chunhua was thinking how to round back his words when the Red General finally spoke:

"Balin should bear a share of karma; do you want to send troops to attack it?"

"Exactly!" After finally waiting for her to offer a ladder, He Chunhua eagerly nodded, immediately climbing up the ladder: "The Kunlong Moat is already not far from Balin Ducheng; I will let Shiji Yi lead a hundred thousand troops to assault Balin! Red General, how about we join forces?"

He must first declare his stance, to show resolve, rather than push the Red General and Cangyan forward.

"Good, depart at dawn."

The Red General actually agreed so readily! He Chunhua rejoiced, about to respond, but saw the Red General already turn, open the door, and walk out.

Is this legendary war god naturally aloof, or does he bear a grudge against him? He Chunhua could not judge for the moment, but with the Red General and Panlong Army joining the war, Balin state is doomed this time!

The Red General stepped out of the room and casually ordered: "All people enter Panlongcheng. I will lead fifty thousand to attack Balin Ducheng, departing at dawn."

Someone responded and went off to handle it separately.

The Panlong soldiers and civilians, having returned from the Great Vase by transforming the illusory into the real, were indeed a joy, but so many people inevitably need a place to settle. Fortunately, this is Panlongcheng, only not on the Panlong Wasteland, but on the back of the Earth Mother.

People are so familiar with this place that they can even find their former residences in the city—even if the household utensils are already rotten and need to be repurchased and rearranged.

Thus, the Panlong soldiers and civilians settling on the Earth Mother Plains is quite normal.

The little stone people popped up from the side, eyes blinking twice, with no objection. This is all because the Red General had already discussed it with them in the tower; they also found no reason to oppose.

Although adding so many residents is quite a burden for it, and the Earth Mother herself prefers tranquility, but thinking from another angle, from now on having such a powerful army stationed constantly on the plains brings more benefit than harm, with safety index soaring—if the plains had already had such a garrison, the Heavenly Demon's scheming and invasion this time could not have succeeded?

Hu Min received the order, rubbing his hands together repeatedly: "Tomorrow we go to clean up Balin?"

Between the Panlong soldiers and civilians and Balin, there is indeed a sea of blood and deep hatred. Don't tell him about the two-hundred-year-old grudges blown by wind and rain, sins not extending to descendants—in his view, hatred is hatred; since Balin is still serving the Heavenly Demon as a dog, don't blame them for being ruthless and cruel!

The old scores from two hundred years ago should also be cleared.

Xu Shichu nodded: "The General should have considered that the Earth Mother still needs to rest and recover at the Kunlong Moat for many days. During this time, we naturally have nothing to do."

Menban shouldered the axe: "Why not just exterminate Balin?"

The Balin people of this era seem rather weak, far inferior to their ancestors.

Why would Menban know? It's simple: these Balin people actually fought the Shen army with victories and losses.

Just as Mingke Xianren came over and heard this, he involuntarily gave a bitter smile. The Emperor summoning back from the Netherworld the hundred thousand banners—what kind of monsters are they exactly!

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly fell from the sky—it was the Lusha Bird Bai Ke Guest returning from patrolling the heavens:

"Another large force is approaching from the northeast of Kunlong Moat, numbering over forty thousand."

Mingke Xianren frowned: "Again, troops are coming? Kunlong Moat has indeed been lively lately."

This place is either rarely visited by people, or crowded with various powers.

Shiji Yi immediately interjected: "It must be Balin dispatching a large force to come reinforce the Heavenly Demon!"

Jialou Tian and the other Great Heavenly Demons have already been beheaded, but the Balin army may not know yet?

He said resentfully: "The Heavenly Demon and the Heavenly Palace schemed against the Nine Abysses Great Emperor; Balin and Zhao Shuo are accomplices, causing my state's Crown Prince and Grandson to lose their lives!"

"Balin, as a lackey of the Heavenly Demon, already has a death sentence." Suddenly a voice sounded, echoing long in the city, "It must not be spared!"

Shiji Yi turned his head upon hearing the voice, seeing outside the treasure tower gate someone had appeared at some point, wearing black-gold battle armor, leaning on a sword. The great wind lifted his crimson cloak behind him, fluttering loudly.

The originally bustling South Gate Plaza instantly fell silent.

The Red General leaned against the tower gate behind him, arms crossed, side profile.

This person's visage bears some resemblance to Shen King He Chunhua; when his gaze sweeps over, even the massacre-prone Shiji Yi feels a chill down his back, instinctively wanting to lower his head.

Compared to Shen King, he bears more the appearance of an emperor.

Could this person possibly be……?

Just as this doubt arose in him, he heard the surroundings crackle with kneeling in unison, including the Daoist-appearing Xu Shichu and Mingke Xianren.

On the vast southern gate square, thousands of people all faced the same direction, all kneeling in unison toward the same person, speaking with one voice:

"Welcome back, Great Emperor, to the mortal realm!"

The sound shook the nine heavens, and a bolt of Lei Ting struck down from the firmament, illuminating the four wilds.

Heaven and man in resonance.

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