Chapter 336

"Beiliang must be destroyed!"

These four short words spread across the world with incredible speed.

More domineering, more shocking, and more... chilling than any lengthy declaration of war!

This was no longer a simple declaration of war.

This was clearly a one-sided judgment from a god!

He intended to make Xu Xiao, the Beiliang Wang Fu who dominated the northwest and shook the world, watch helplessly in endless fear and despair as the vast foundation he built with his own hands, along with the thirty thousand iron-blooded soldiers he took pride in, turned entirely to ash!

He intended to use the blood and wails of the Beiliang Wang Fu to declare to the entire world that the majesty of him, the Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea, was sacred and inviolable!

In an instant, the entire Jianghu boiled completely because of Brother Ning Chuan's words!

Countless Jianghu wanderers and countless factions turned their gaze toward that Mount Qingliang, located on the northwestern frontier, filled with iron blood and the aura of slaughter...

They all wanted to witness with their own eyes this upcoming, world-shaking great battle that would be recorded in history and change the world's order!

Would the Beiliang cavalry that swept through the six directions and was invincible under heaven be superior, able to use the killing intent of their military formation to obliterate myths?

Or would the Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea, with his vast supernatural powers and boundless magical strength, create a miracle once again, opposing an entire nation's army with his own strength?

"Did you hear?! Did you hear?!"

"That Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea is really going to take action against the Beiliang Wang Fu! Moreover, he announced it to the world seven days in advance with a declaration of war! This is simply... unheard of!"

"Oh my! This is too... too domineering?! He clearly does not take the entire Beiliang Wang Fu seriously! He wants Xu Xiao to wait for death in fear!"

"The Beiliang Wang Fu is not some ragtag mob! That is truly an invincible army that fought its way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood! The might of their military formation is enough to suppress a Land Immortal!"

"Furthermore, the Beiliang Wang Fu is filled with experts, with strong ones emerging constantly! Although the 'White-Clothed Soldier Immortal' Chen Zhibao has perished, there are still Yuan Zuozong, Chu Chu Lushan, and a host of adopted sons, each a Grandmaster-level existence!"

"And those legendary old monsters who have always hidden beneath the Listening Tide Pavilion, their strength is even more unfathomable!"

"I think, this time, he is probably going to... bring shame upon himself and seek his own death!"

"No! No! That is wrong!" Another Jianghu wanderer dressed as a scholar, who looked quite wise, refuted while shaking his fan.

"You must not forget, that Dragon Lord is a terrifying existence capable of summoning divine thunder from the nine heavens, confronting a heavenly tribulation head-on, and even exploding the heavenly tribulation!"

"Even several Land Immortals from the Fomen and Cihang Jingzhai perished in his hands! That old immortal Xiaoyaozi, who lived for hundreds of years, was crushed to death by him with a mere flip of his hand!"

"Such strength has long surpassed mortal understanding, approaching that of gods and demons!"

"A mere mortal army, in his eyes, is probably nothing more than earth chickens and clay dogs, capable of being annihilated with a wave of his hand!"

"I actually think that this time, the Beiliang Wang Fu is probably truly in... great danger! That Xu Xiao has kicked a real iron plate!"

"Regardless, this great battle is absolutely a world-shaking spectacle rarely seen in a thousand years! No matter what, we must go to Beiliang to witness it with our own eyes! Perhaps we can even gain some understanding of martial arts principles from it!"

"Correct! Correct! Let us go together! Let us go together! If we can witness with our own eyes an encounter between Land Immortal-level existences, this life will have no regrets!"

"..."

Above the Jianghu, discussions were rampant, and speculations endless.

Countless Jianghu wanderers, whether righteous heroes, demonic sect fiends, or those lone-wandering scattered cultivator experts.

All swarmed toward the Beiliang lands on the northwestern frontier from all directions, like sharks smelling blood!

They all wanted to witness with their own eyes this upcoming, world-shaking battle that would determine the future order of the world!

In an instant, the major official roads leading to Beiliang were overcrowded and bustling with activity.

At the same time.

After learning this news, the various top factions under heaven reacted differently, with storms rising and clouds surging.

Their decisions would also, in an invisible way, influence the final direction of this great battle.

Far away in the Bei Li Dynasty, the number one city under heaven, Snow Moon City, which stood amidst the wind and snow and was covered in ice and snow year-round.

Inside a quiet room within the City Lord's mansion, elegant yet filled with sharp sword intent.

A woman wearing a plain white long skirt, with a breathtakingly beautiful face and a temperament as cold as snow, like a fairy of the vast moon who did not eat the food of mortals, was quietly listening to an old man before her who also had the air of an immortal, a scholarly temperament, and was speaking.

The woman was none other than the Third City Lord of Snow Moon City, known as the 'Snow Moon Sword Immortal', Li Hanyi.

And the old man was her Master, also the old City Lord of Snow Moon City, Li Li Changsheng, whose strength was unfathomable and who had already entered the Land Immortal realm.

"... Master, the course of events is exactly as such." Li Hanyi's cold voice was like ice and snow atop a mountain, devoid of any emotion, but her jade hands, tightly gripping the sword hilt, exposed the unrest in her heart.

"That Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea, opposing the entire Beiliang Wang Fu with his own strength, his spirit, his courage, his sword... no, his Dao, has already reached the state of perfection."

"Regarding this matter, this disciple wishes... to go and see for myself."

A hint of an unhidden desire and pursuit for a higher level of Sword Dao Realm flashed within her cold eyes.

She felt that on that Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea, there was an unparalleled power she had never seen before, one that surpassed the mortal Sword Dao.

"His strength, his realm, perhaps... will help this disciple break through that final bottleneck, sever the threads of emotion, and truly step into the Land Immortal realm!"

Hearing this, a deep worry and helplessness flashed in Li Li Changsheng's eyes; he sighed and said, "Hanyi, Master knows you are proud and ambitious, devoted entirely to the sword, and eager to reach a higher realm."

"But, that Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea is no small matter; his strength has long surpassed mortal understanding, approaching that of gods and demons, and his conduct is utterly domineering, with unpredictable moods of joy and anger."

"And that Beiliang Wang Fu is even more of a dragon pool and tiger den, filled with experts, with strong ones emerging constantly. That Beiliang Wang, Xu Xiao, is a generation's hero, ruthless and cruel, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals."

"This great battle will surely be earth-shattering and extremely dangerous; even if a Land Immortal gets involved, they may not be able to retreat unscathed."

"If you go this time, if there is even the slightest carelessness, perhaps..."

He truly could not feel at ease sending his only beloved disciple to take this potentially fatal risk.

However, Li Hanyi's character was exceptionally stubborn and firm.

She bowed respectfully to Li Li Changsheng and said in a cold and decisive voice, "Master, true eagles cannot be raised in a greenhouse."

"The path of the Martial Dao is like a boat going against the current; if you do not advance, you retreat, filled with hardships and dangers."

"If one simply fears risks and cowers within this Snow Moon City, then this disciple will probably never hope to glimpse that higher Sword Dao Realm in this life."

"For this journey, whether it be a dragon pool and tiger den, or a mountain of knives and sea of fire, this disciple... must go!"

Her eyes were filled with an unquestionable determination and an unparalleled obsession with the Sword Dao!

Li Changsheng looked at his disciple's stubborn expression and could only sigh helplessly once more.

He knew he could not dissuade her, nor could he stop her heart from pursuing the supreme sword Dao.

In the end, he could only nod, his voice filled with concern and reluctance as he said, "Very well, go."

"But remember, be careful in all things; do not act recklessly."

"Your sword heart, though already clear and bright, has yet to cross a tribulation of emotion; do not let external things disturb you."

"If you encounter danger, retreat immediately; preserving yourself is paramount. Your Master... will wait here for your return."

Seeing her Master agree, Li Hanyi's usually cold and beautiful face revealed a rare smile, like ice and snow beginning to melt.

She bowed respectfully to Li Changsheng once more and said, "Thank you, Master, for granting my wish."

Then she turned and left, transforming into a white sword light that tore through the sky and vanished at the horizon.

And Li Changsheng, after watching his disciple's departing figure, his eyes filled with worry and reluctance, thought for a moment before finally feeling uneasy; his form swayed, and he quietly followed.

He intended to secretly protect this precious disciple of his, ensuring she suffered no mishap whatsoever.

Elsewhere, the Great Qin Empire.

Inside a carriage that appeared ordinary but actually hid mysteries, crafted from special materials.

A young man dressed in a white long robe, with a refined temperament and eyes so sharp they seemed able to pierce the human heart, spoke gently to a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen, whose eyes held a determination and liveliness uncommon for his age:

"Tianming, next we are going to a place that is very far and very lively—Northern Liang."

The young man was none other than the rebel of the Great Qin Empire, hailed as the "Number One Sword Saint Under Heaven," and also the successor of the Ghost Valley Sect's Sword-Subduing Art, Ge Nie.

And that boy was the son of an old friend, with heroic blood flowing in his veins, Jing Tianming.

To avoid the endless pursuit of the Great Qin Empire and to protect Tianming's safety, Ge Nie had been carrying him around the Jianghu, living a life of wandering and hardship.

Now, having heard news that an unprecedented great war was about to break out in Northern Liang.

He decided to go to Northern Liang as well, to witness that legendary Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea.

First, it would allow them to temporarily evade the Great Qin's pursuers; after all, at this moment, the gaze of the entire world was focused on Northern Liang, where fish and dragons were mixed, making it the most suitable place to hide.

Second, he also wanted to see with his own eyes that Dragon Lord who could suppress Earthly Immortals and withstand heavenly tribulation; what manner of bearing did he truly possess?

Perhaps he could perceive some higher-level mysteries of the sword Dao from him, helping himself break through the bottleneck that had troubled him for years.

He felt his sword Dao seemed to have reached a dead end, needing a powerful external force to help him break the shackles.

And that Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea might be that opportunity.

And within the Yin-Yang School, mysterious and unfathomable, causing people to turn pale at the mere mention of it, located in the heart of the Great Qin Empire yet seeming independent from the world.

Inside a magnificent hall filled with stars and runes.

An absolutely beautiful young girl, dressed in a pale purple long skirt, her face veiled by light gauze, radiating a cold aura that kept strangers at bay yet carrying a touch of ethereal mystery, was quietly listening to a woman speaking before her; the woman was also dressed in a purple palace robe, with a voluptuous figure and a mature, enchanting temperament...