Chapter 1148: The Great Sun Sword Son Descends Upon the Battlefield

Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie.

The siege by the many Imperial Sons of the Jiao Mo Imperial Clan had already lasted several months, breaking through one formation after another, trampling one mountain peak after another, the void constantly shattering, the earth constantly collapsing, until at last even the spiritual veins and earth veins were forcibly smashed apart, and an area of tens of thousands of li had entered a thin-spirit environment.

The great formation was swaying in the wind and rain, on the verge of shattering.

"Can't hold on any longer."

"Beyond saving."

Tianji Candidate Daozi whispered: "Teacher Gu Lin, below we will flee. If you are willing, you may cut your way out together with us, head to the edge of the great formation, and wait for the arrival of the next batch of nine million human-race troops."

"If we can escape, keep fleeing, never engage in direct combat, we should be able to stall for a while longer. Perhaps the war situation of our seniors will change."

As for victory, he no longer held any hope.

The first batch of nine million cultivator troops was the most elite army below Soul Transformation from the Jiudaxian Sect. Defeated, having lost the advantage of terrain, they could only take shelter in the starry sky, unable to even replenish the spiritual energy of heaven and earth — there was no way they could win.

Bringing Teacher Gu Lin along was also a sect requirement.

Once Teacher Gu Lin fell in battle, the Dongji Demon Sect might completely abandon this place, because without value there would be no more hesitation when considering it, helping them firm up their resolve internally.

"Sigh!"

The surrounding Candidate Daozi wore grief-stricken expressions.

They had been helplessly born into a turbulent age — constantly fleeing, fighting, lurking in foreign lands. Though they were Xianzong Candidate Daozi, magic cultivators, they had somehow ended up living lives like sword cultivators.

The previous generation of Candidate Daozi had not suffered such misery…

— But it didn't seem much better. After the Great Sun Sword Pavilion appeared, many Xianzong Candidate Daozi were unable to act of their own accord, often forced to throw themselves into killing tribulations, no longer possessing the carefree, wandering-immortal grace of former days.

For hundreds of thousands of years, because of the existence of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the combat and killing abilities of the Badaxian Sect had been forced to rise along with it. Candidate Daozi who could not rise had died.

The current Xianzong, whether Candidate Daozi or great powers, had combat abilities far surpassing those of the era before the Great Sun Sword Pavilion appeared.

However, they would rather not have such an increase in combat and killing ability.

Boom!

Accompanied by an earth-shattering great roar, the final layer of formation shattered, collapsing into countless streaks of spiritual light. Countless cultivators from the Nine Spirit Domain vomited blood and retreated, immortal mountains, towers, and warships were pulverized, and the army formation was completely torn apart.

"Let's go."

Tianji Candidate Daozi sighed long and activated the pre-prepared escape formation. Countless hazy, indistinct spatial formation patterns emerged.

They were about to abandon all the Xianzong disciples and Dao soldiers and flee, waiting for the next opportunity.

For Xianzong Candidate Daozi, this was routine — the weak were meant to sacrifice for the strong; this was the natural order of heaven.

Teacher Gu Lin

Master Dinghai Zhenjun revealed a hesitant expression.

"Fellow Daoist may choose for yourself."

Tianji Candidate Daozi said no more and hastened the speed of escape.

Although the sect had given orders, if this woman insisted on seeking death, he could do nothing about it. He could not possibly stay behind, or hesitate over anything.

The Dao of immortality values the self; everything is centered on longevity.

"Human slaves!"

"Damned ants, don't run!"

Cangyan Ancient Imperial Son saw the many Candidate Daozi within a patch of hazy spatial white light, his eyes turning blood-red. He personally led a million elite troops of the Jiao Mo Imperial Clan, piercing through layer after layer of formations, determined to intercept these human-race Candidate Daozi.

Again with this!

From the very beginning, these human-race Candidate Daozi had been this slippery. The moment they made contact and confirmed they could not match the enemy in strength, they had been leading the army in flight, fleeing madly across the Minor Thousand Worlds, dragging things out for over a hundred years, causing the Sovereigns fighting outside the Jiao Mo Gao Jie to face countless additional risks for no reason.

The nine Ancient Imperial Sons had spent over a hundred years and paid a heavy price before finally cornering them here.

Now, these Candidate Daozi wanted to flee again!

Dozens of Imperial Sons of the Jiao Mo Imperial Clan had their eyes blood-red. Terrifying qi-blood beacon-smoke erupted from their bodies, shooting straight into the clouds, as they ferociously pounced toward the ten great Candidate Daozi at extreme speed.

"A pack of barbarians…"

Tianji Candidate Daozi and the others sighed.

Magic cultivators had always been renowned for their cunning and deceit, and for their extremely strong escape abilities. Once they decided to abandon the army and flee into the starry sky, these Jiao Mo Imperial Sons might catch them eventually, but certainly not now.

Teacher Gu Lin Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked at her many comrades-in-arms, hesitating, her face showing the colors of struggle.

Many of these were old friends she had known for over a thousand years; watching them die helplessly was truly unwilling to accept.

These were the most elite troops of the immortal gates, composed of many Sleepers!

In the future, many Soul Transformation cultivators would surely be born among them — how could she be willing to give up just like that?

Yet war was so cruel, unyielding to personal feelings. Everyone was sacrificing; no one could stand aloof, and there were never any regrets.

"Let's go…"

Teacher Gu Lin Master Dinghai Zhenjun let out a mournful cry.

Her reason overcame her emotions, and her body merged into the army formation of the nine great Candidate Daozi, providing them with a tremendous augmentation in formation arts.

"Don't run!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The nine Ancient Imperial Sons and dozens of Imperial Sons of the Jiao Mo Imperial Clan all had blood-red eyes. Some even erupted and burned their essence blood, only to quickly end the battle here and give more help to the Sovereigns of their homeland, the Jiao Mo Gao Jie.

Unfortunately, it seemed too late.

Human-race magic cultivators were skilled at scheming. If one could not obscure them in the workings of fate, and could not crush them with absolute strength, one could not corner and kill them.

This was an extremely tenacious profession, especially the human-race magic-cultivation prodigies — each one was exceptionally shrewd and seasoned, having engraved fleeing into the deepest depths of their souls.

"Damn it!"

"These lowly human slaves!"

The nine Ancient Imperial Sons revealed expressions of wild rage; they already saw the outcome.

Suddenly,

The ten Dao Sons inexplicably all stopped fleeing, no longer running, startled and uncertain.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, you can't escape!"

The Ancient Emperor's Son Cangyan was overjoyed beyond measure; he didn't care what accident had occurred.

He only saw the Dao Sons stop, wild joy surging in his heart. He let out a roar that shook the heavens, burned his essence blood, and pounced toward the ten Dao Sons, intending to forcibly intercept them, giving them no chance to regret again.

"Ha?"

"Ah~ hahaha…"

Among the ten Dao Sons, someone was laughing wildly — it was Teacher Gu Lin. She was laughing wildly as if reborn after a calamity, her hair flying in disarray, utterly manic, like a madwoman.

The remaining nine human Dao Sons were startled and uneasy, their faces full of anxiety.

They unconsciously excluded Teacher Gu Lin, huddled tightly together, extremely tense, watching every rustle of wind and movement of grass around them.

"Seeking death!"

The Ancient Emperor's Son Cangyan let out a cold laugh.

He leaped forward, killing his way to the ten Dao Sons, wielding the Heaven Flame Spear, gathering the killing aura of a million-strong army formation, as if carrying a whole world with him as he attacked, thrusting ferociously toward that madwoman with ink-green hair.

Suddenly, the Ancient Emperor's Son Cangyan's body stiffened and he stopped.

In that instant, dozens of Emperor's Sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts, some nameless fear sprouting within.

"What thing is that?"

Everyone, including the Ancient Emperor's Son Ming Tian, felt a chill in their hearts and instinctively looked up at the sky.

In the gloomy starry sky of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie!

A figure, like a meteor, was approaching at extreme speed, breaking through the barrier, its light incomparably brilliant.

This was normal.

The Yama Hell Equal King Yin-Yang Inversion Grand Array would from time to time restrain enemies below the Soul Transformation realm and throw them into the array, fighting to the death without rest; in the past, human and Horned Demon Imperial Clan cultivators radiating spiritual light would occasionally be drawn into it as well.

However, this one figure was different!

The moment he appeared, the Emperor's Sons' keen bodily instincts sent a violent warning — their bodies were trembling, an unprecedented trembling, shaking beyond any control, their flesh ice-cold and piercing to the bone, impossible to dispel no matter what.

As if they had encountered a natural enemy!

A creature's natural enemy!

What kind of person could be called the natural enemy of an Emperor's Son?!

"What is this thing?!"

"Kill him!"

Numerous Horned

Demon Imperial Clan Emperor's Sons roared, using anger to mask the instinctive fear born in their hearts, unwilling to admit the weakness that had appeared in their Emperor's Son instincts.

However, time gave them no chance to hesitate or waver.

Clearly, that figure was in the dead starry sky just an instant ago, but the next moment, it had already descended above everyone's sky.

Light!

Brilliant and scorching, a golden, incomparably radiant light!

Like a terrifying sun falling from the sky, descending upon this battlefield — its mere pressure and aura crushed the starry sky and shattered order.

Though there was only one person, his aura seemed even more terrifying than the millions-strong army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

That Imperial Clan army formation's killing aura pierced straight through the starry sky, deep and solemn, incomparably majestic — but the moment he appeared, it immediately collapsed, shrinking dozens of times, curling beside the soldiers, incomparably wary.

Heaven and earth, all things, suddenly fell utterly silent.

The sounds of slaughter, shouting, roaring, bones breaking — all vanished in that instant. No one dared to make even the slightest noise, filled to the brim by the instinctive fear.

Within the endless light, a sixteen-year-old youth in blue robes gazed at the silent battlefield.

He ignored the millions-strong Horned Demon Imperial Clan army, ignored the dozens of Emperor's Sons, even the eight Ancient Emperor's Sons were merely glanced past — his gaze settled on the Ancient Emperor's Son Ming Tian.

"Who… are you…"

The Ancient Emperor's Son Ming Tian's gaze was incomparably solemn, staring fixedly at this newly appeared sixteen-year-old human youth.

However, the blue-robed youth's gaze did not linger on him any longer.

The blue-robed youth's gaze swept past the Ancient Emperor's Son Ming Tian, and finally settled on An Tu, on the Tianji Dao Son, on the Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son Ji Liuyue, the Brother Xuanwu Dao Son, the Shadow Demon Dao Son… and so on — the nine Dao Sons.

His gaze was a deep crimson, like blood!

Clang!

He drew his sword!

"Damn it!"

"A sword cultivator! This damned wretch!"

"I knew it! You cur!!"

"Run…"

The Tianji Dao Son, An Tu, Ji Liuyue, and others roared in fury.

Their expressions twisted and crazed, they instantly burned their essence blood — even more desperate than when facing the dozens of Emperor's Sons and millions-strong army of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan — fleeing madly toward the distance!