Chapter 167: Charging into the Capital

"Charge!" Chen Yi He gave the order, and the soldiers of the Jianghu Great Alliance surged forward like a black cloud covering hundreds of miles, rushing into the capital.

The capital had just been struck several times by Dongfang Wuji, leaving many places in ruins. The populace, still in ignorant panic, had their fear quickly torn apart by this group of foreign invaders.

When the capital's populace clung to a doomed resolve, a glimmer of survival shone upon them. These invaders swept past them at high speed, rapidly advancing toward the West Factory.

The West Factory's Embroidered Uniform Guard had just deployed a hundred thousand troops to aid the devastated districts and the homeless populace.

Those hundred thousand met a gruesome end, carrying only tools for building and rescue, no match for the blade‑ready invaders.

Hu Bao Da Bi swung his massive arm, shouting, "Kill them all! Slay every one of them!"

The Embroidered Uniform Guard had been arrogant for centuries; no one, no sect, no organization in the court or the martial world dared offend them. Which imperial relative would not give them a modicum of respect?

The fiercest killer is none other than the Western Desert Sword Demon; his blood‑thirsty sword, poorly maintained these past days, now craves frenzied feasting, to the detriment of those Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Hiss!" the Western Desert Sword Demon struck down, felling seven or eight charging Embroidered Uniform Guard; he then plunged his blood‑thirsty sword into their corpses, and soon several more desiccated bodies littered the ground.

Chen Yi He did not draw his sword; he leapt high and bombarded the ground with a furious barrage. Wherever his Cloud‑Expelling Palm struck, disaster followed—countless Embroidered Uniform Guard were flung helter‑skelter, left without intact corpses. "Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

Moreover, Yan Shan Hai stood atop the ruins, waving his arms to drive his Song Mountain Sword; his swordsmanship had reached the divine, and with a casual wave the sword followed his will— the Song Mountain Sword could reach heaven and earth, unstoppable, like a gust of bladed wind that kills wherever it blows.

Most astonishing is the monk Le Bei Da Shi, a Buddhist who cherishes compassion and would not even tread on an ant, yet today he has cast aside his vows, becoming a bloody monk; the Embroidered Uniform Guard's blood has stained his golden kasaya, and his killing method is brutally savage—anyone he touches suffers dismemberment and explosive death.

With one hand a palm, the other a fist, he traced circles with his body; the Embroidered Uniform Guard could not approach him, and piles of incomplete corpses lay at his feet.

"Bang!" a palm strike sent the Embroidered Uniform Guard before Le Bei Da Shi flying apart, unable to cry out, reduced to a shattered corpse.

As for the rest, needless to say, they paled in comparison. Nun Shang Rong Shi Tai, heroic and vigorous, rose with sword and fell, shattering even the armor of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Supreme Alliance Leader, please order us to assault the West Factory!" Yan Shan Hai broke through the encirclement and begged Chen Yi He, who was fighting blood‑soaked, to give the command.

Chen Yi He slaughtered to his heart's content, caring neither for grudges nor grudges against the Embroidered Uniform Guard— as long as the killing felt good, that was enough.

On the ruins, ten thousand Embroidered Uniform Guard were caught off guard by a sudden assault—some died, some fled, though they had come only to rescue the wounded and carried no signal flares for help.

It is rumored that the Embroidered Uniform Guard numbers at least five hundred thousand; aside from those stationed elsewhere on the Heavenly Peace Continent, the West Factory alone holds no fewer than two hundred thousand.

Chen Yi He commanded at most a hundred thousand, merely a makeshift gathering of Jianghu disciples; though each knew martial arts, they lacked unified training and drills, and their equipment lagged, making them inferior to the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Thus, striking when unprepared, attacking unexpectedly, is a sound strategy.

Especially after Eunuch Zhang was lured away by Dongfang Wuji, the Embroidered Uniform Guard was leaderless.

Zhang Gong Gong would never imagine his rear courtyard catching fire, nor could he guess that those who had just dueled Dongfang Wuji would, by a twist of fate, borrow his power to strike back.

……

This battle shook heaven and moved earth, transforming the land; after so many years without such an event on this continent, it finally came to pass.

"What a splendid junior! Hahaha!" Dongfang Wuji's demonic visage faded, his massive form returning to normal; he lay half‑reclined on a shattered boulder, one hand over his chest, the other propping the stone, gazing into the distance.

Within ten days he suffered two grave wounds! As a Seventh Heaven expert, even he doubts his strength—could three centuries of shifting eras truly have changed everything, even the age itself?

What is a Seventh Heaven master worth in this era?

Zhang Gong Gong lay on the ground; under the tremendous impact, the plains overturned new and old soil together, the only sign of seawater having flowed being the sodden mud. Like an ordinary man, he gasped deeply, drawing in the fresh air's comfort.

He had not enjoyed such a exhilarating battle in ages, having concealed his power for twenty full years. Two decades prior, his broken body had reached the Seventh Heaven, yet since then his cultivation stalled, never advancing. Thus, only by eliminating in secret any who might rival or surpass him could he secure his supreme existence.

What lies above the Seventh Heaven is beyond imagination.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Gong Gong asked, trying to rise but finding his legs unresponsive.

"You've got guts to laugh!" Dongfang Wuji also tried to push himself up from the boulder, but no matter how hard he strove or how focused he was, he could not stand.

Dongfang Wuji and Zhang Gong Gong both need to recover; whoever regains composure first will cause the other's death.

"Ha ha ha! Uh ha ha ha!" rolling peals of laughter echoed from the heavens.

Those of the same realm all know this is the intimidating might of a Seventh Heaven master.

Today, here, a third Seventh Heaven expert will appear.

"Could it be the Imperial Ancestor?" Zhang Gong Gong exclaimed, for in his knowledge only the Imperial Ancestor could reach such a level.

The Imperial Ancestor has always been close to the princes' households; Zhang Gong Gong, as West Factory chief, knows little of this legendary ageless immortal, since Emperor Zhou Wen Huang rarely mentions his forebear.

"Could it really be him?!"