Chapter 812: All Sides Shaken, Two Armies Standoff!

"Zhang Xing's heart is simply not in Great Xia; he doesn't even care to pretend otherwise."

Xiaoyang, inside the office.

Great Xia's Acting Head of State, Xia Yuan, sat in his chair, rubbing his temples and letting out a soft sigh:

"But as it happens, this man possesses a miraculous art, making him the strongest Creation Realm expert aside from Chen Yan."

Xia Hanzhou sat on the sofa, eyes narrowing:

"Keep having Shen Xin investigate. Even a Hidden Family cannot possibly have no records of their past.

Zhang Xing appeared too abruptly, and his personal combat strength is fully comparable to the strongest Creation Realm experts in history."

Xia Hanzhou still felt uneasy.

Those who are invincible within their own realm are all forged through slaughter.

Take Chen Yan, for example—how many battles did he have to experience to possess that kind of combat instinct?

Zhang Xing is the head of the Hidden Family Zhang Clan; logically, he should never have experienced any life-or-death battles.

Yet the combat strength Zhang Xing has displayed is truly too exaggerated.

Xia Yuan nodded, looked at Xia Hanzhou, and continued:

"Then the Tiger Dragon Battalion and the Min Battalion..."

"Continue the rescue!" Xia Hanzhou spoke up:

"If the Five Clans still detect Shen Yiwei and the others when they move out, then we shall bring the army to war and take back Yixian and Yunmeng, which have already been lost!"

Xia Yuan was stunned. Since Chen Yan's death, Xia Hanzhou had actually always been forbearing regarding the Five Clans' invasion, with no intention of launching a life-or-death battle.

But this time, it was clearly different.

"King Xiayue, is there something very important in the Min Battalion and the Tiger Dragon Battalion, or is it the Blood Brand in Li Zhiyi's hands..."

Xia Yuan asked. Xia Hanzhou was an absolute utilitarian.

He would never make a decision that would cause a thousand casualties to the enemy while suffering eight hundred losses himself.

Xia Hanzhou glanced at Xia Yuan:

"You need not concern yourself with that; just do your job as Acting Head of State."

Xia Yuan was speechless. He was the Acting Head of State, yet Xia Hanzhou had just told him he didn't need to concern himself.

It was right at this moment.

Xia Hanzhou's body trembled, and at the same time, Xia Yuan's expression gradually changed.

With a bang.

The door was pushed open, and Xia Chiyi, dressed in military uniform, rushed into the room:

"King Xiayue, Acting Head of State, over at Yixian City..."

Xia Hanzhou raised a hand, and a sharp aura instantly overflowed. With a hum, his figure had already vanished from the office.

"Acting Head of State..."

Xia Chiyi continued, looking toward where Xia Yuan had been, only to see the chair Xia Yuan had been sitting in still spinning, but it was already empty.

At the same time.

Hum, hum, hum!

Above Xiaoyang City, the sky suddenly flickered with light like shattered gold, pouring down like flames.

The light and shadows swirled and gathered, condensing into hazy human figures.

Xia Yuan, Zong Huang, Xia Hanzhou, King Changsheng, the Blood Sword Saint, the Director of the Astronomical Bureau, the Grand Minister of Rites, the Lesser Minister of Fate, the Mountain-Suppressing Divine General, and a group of other Great Xia Eighth-Rank experts all appeared, looking toward the direction of Yixian City in unison.

Hum, hum, hum!

Furthermore, pillars of blood-Qi and force exploded from near the military camps on the ground, and one after another, powerful Creation Realm experts appeared.

Shen Yiwei, Jiang Yuan, Xia Long, Hong Mi, Wu Song, and other extremely strong Creation Realm experts and artificial Eighth-Rankers also appeared.

Below.

With a rustle.

Zhang Xing, dressed in white, lifted the flap of the military tent and walked out together with the Zhang Clan's Eighth-Ranker, Zhang Wang. The two looked up at the sky together.

"You sensed it too?" Zhang Xing transmitted his voice.

"I sensed it, over in the southern part of Yixian City." Zhang Wang hurriedly transmitted back.

"Mm." Zhang Xing's expression was indifferent. After his gaze flickered over Xia Hanzhou, he and Zhang Wang appeared in the sky simultaneously.

He strained his eyes to look toward Yixian City.

His gaze swept over the shattered earth, damaged by the fires of war.

It swept over the corpses of soldiers mixed with the mud, and over the broken great banners stuck aslant in the ground.

It also swept over the Chen Prefecture Heaven-Propping Mechs standing between heaven and earth, and over the rows and columns of the Alliance Army camps.

All the way to the south of Yixian City.

Zhang Xing's pupils constricted slightly.

For he saw.

Pale brown vines like giant dragons coiled and intertwined into a massive wall spanning heaven and earth. Deep green leaves layered upon one another, blocking out the sun, and countless sharp blades were hidden among the vines, emitting a keen, piercing intent.

Yet something terrifying was struggling within the giant vine wall, constantly erupting with horrific roars.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of impact sounds shook heaven and earth.

Until a certain moment.

Roar!

A heaven-shaking dragon roar spilled across the sky like boiling water, spreading with a madness akin to majesty and murderous intent.

Boom!!!

The moment the giant vine wall was completely pierced by the golden dragon, fragments of green and brown filled the sky like a torrential rain, with broken vines and sharp blades scattering in all directions.

Countless thick vines snapped and fell just like that, eventually dissipating into Qi and blood energy, vanishing without a trace.

Roar!

As the giant dragon charged, its remaining golden scales and the vine fragments peeled away simultaneously upon impact.

The golden dragon with a broken horn surged out from the shattered giant vine wall, head held high as it galloped; its tattered dragon body tore through the clouds, each tail flick scattering fine golden light.

Inside the dragon body, nearly twenty thousand Great Xia Military Guards stood at various positions, each with hair standing on end in fury, filled with a sense of determination.

They were either heavily wounded or exhausted, but at this moment, every one of them was shouting madly.

"Go home!"

"Go home!"

"Go home!"

These shouts rang out just like that, bundled together, striking the heart even from ten thousand miles away.

In an instant.

The expressions of the Great Xia Eighth-Rank and Creation Realm experts, affected by this momentum, changed drastically.

Who could have imagined that the twenty thousand Great Xia Military Guards trapped within the heavy encirclement of the Five Clans were actually breaking through to go home.

"It's the Min Battalion and the Tiger-Dragon Battalion!" Shen Yiwei said in a hushed voice, looking toward Xia Hanzhou.

"Heavens!"

A female Creation Realm expert named Lu Jingqiu watched this scene, her nose aching and tears appearing in her eyes.

"Great Xia Dragon-Grinding Array, the one controlling this array is... Li Zhiyi?"

Jiang Yuan was extremely astonished; this was his first time seeing Li Zhiyi's appearance, and he clicked his tongue in wonder:

"Remarkable, truly remarkable.

Isn't he only able to cultivate the power of will? Why..."

As Jiang Yuan spoke, his pupils constricted:

"No, the Immortal Will radiating from him is not normal!"

Jiang Yuan's voice exploded in everyone's hearts like a bomb.

In an instant, everyone looked toward the red-clad figure at the dragon's head.

They saw a young man standing at the eye of the 【Great Xia Dragon-Grinding Array】.

A blood-red blade reflected against his red clothes, the young man stood with golden light in his eyes, the blade blood-red, his expression as cold as if tempered in ice.

Jiang Yuan stared fixedly, tilting his head slightly.

Damn it, it was this familiar sense of indifference.

It was as if he saw no one in the world, yet saw the entire world in his eyes.

Jiang Yuan frowned; is this my imagination?

Zhang Xing stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Li Zhiyi; his usually calm face suddenly showed a strange expression.

He furrowed his brows, glanced at Zhang Wang, and transmitted his voice:

"Go and thoroughly investigate all information on this Li Zhiyi."

A chill rose in his heart:

"With a Chen Yan already dead, why would another martial artist of the formidable Will path appear?"

As one of the three human forms manifested by the Omen Void Sacrifice, Zhang Xing felt a natural disgust for the power of will.

Why would such a thing suddenly appear among the human race?

Throughout history, when facing malice, the human race could only be helpless and beg for mercy.

This was the pride of the Ancient Divine Beasts.

But the emergence of the Will path had broken this balance.

Even for the Omen Void Sacrifice, one of the five great Ancient Divine Beasts, this power of will was detestable to the point of death.

Following this, Zhang Xing looked at the blood-red blade in Li Zhiyi's hand, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"Is this the Blood Brand?"

Intense covetousness appeared in his eyes.

He had originally thought Li Zhiyi would be schemed to death by the Five Clans, and he would only be able to plot for the Blood Brand from the hands of the Five Clans.

But this Li Zhiyi had actually brought the Blood Brand all the way to Yixian City.

This directly disrupted Zhang Xing's plan.

Xia Hanzhou's eyes were also locked onto Li Zhiyi, and he opened his mouth:

"This is Li Zhiyi?

Compared to Chen Yan, is his power of will stronger or... weaker?"

Xia Hanzhou's eyes widened.

He knew that Chen Yan had not completely died, and this Li Zhiyi had a special background and could only cultivate the power of will.

He only had a conjecture in his mind, but as he saw Li Zhiyi with his own eyes, this conjecture became increasingly solid.

"Ridiculous!"

Someone sneered:

"Compared to the Heavenly God General, this Li Zhiyi is but mud on the ground."

The one speaking was a Creation Realm expert of the Military Guards.

Xia Hanzhou glanced at that person and looked toward Shen Yiwei.

Shen Yiwei was also shocked at this moment; he pursed his lips and said:

"He already has three parts of Chen Yan's style."

Xia Hanzhou's pupils constricted.

At the same time.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

In the northern part of Yixian City.

Sky-supporting mechs unique to Chen Prefecture flashed with light and flame.

A powerful existence appeared, standing in the void, locking eyes with the Great Xia crowd on the Xiaoyang side.

Chen Qi stood with his hands behind his back, sensing what was happening in the southern part of Yixian, and frowned.

He had originally thought that those twenty thousand Great Xia military guards wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble at all.

He hadn't expected that such a huge commotion would be produced.

Beside Chen Qi, the Eighth-Rankers and Creation Realm experts of the Five Clans also had their expressions change.

But none of them spoke; they simply stood calmly behind Chen Qi, confronting the Great Xia side.

"Assemble the troops!"

Chen Qi gave the order directly:

"If any Great Xia military guard crosses the ceasefire line, use everything to kill them!"

His voice fell.

Below.

Toot, toot, toot!!!

The sound of horns tore through the air!

Over a million Allied troops surged out from the camps like a tide, their armor clanking as they quickly formed ranks and assembled.

Streaks of light flew into the high sky, forming military formations; all the Allied military guards were filled with murderous intent, which condensed together like a surging sea of blood.

At the front line, thousands of laser turrets slowly shifted, their dark muzzles gleaming with cold light, all aimed at the Xiaoyang direction, the murderous intent pressing down like dark clouds.

Chen Qi raised his head and locked eyes with Xia Hanzhou, not backing down in the slightest.

If Xia Hanzhou dared to send troops to rescue the Tiger Dragon Battalion and the Min Character Battalion in the southern part of Yixian City.

Then the Five Clans Allied Army would launch an all-out war.

Chen Min was already a collateral branch member of the Chen Clan who gave Chen Qi a headache, and with the addition of twenty thousand military guards, as well as the Blood Brand, the fifth-ranked divine artifact in the world.

Chen Qi would absolutely not let those twenty thousand troops return to Great Xia.

Chen Qi turned his head to the side, his peripheral vision sweeping over Li Zhiyi, who wielded the Golden Dragon, and surprise surged in the depths of his eyes.

Now, that Li Zhiyi was even more of a monster.

There must be a great secret; otherwise, it would be impossible to possess such terrifying power of will in such a short amount of time.

It absolutely had to be related to the Master of Will!