Chapter 338: After Today, There Shall Be No More Beiliang in the World

All eyes are upon this moment!

The gaze of the entire world, whether kind or malicious, curious or greedy, seems to pierce through the barriers of space and converge here!

In the northwest frontier, that Mount Qingliang, which stands majestically between heaven and earth, as if cast from blood and bones, and brimming with a martial and killing aura.

At this very moment, it has long become the center of the world, the eye of an impending cataclysmic storm.

Upon the mountain peak, banners flutter wildly, like a forest, like a sea, making a "whooshing" sound in the bleak west wind, as if wailing for the great battle to come.

The armor gleams menacingly, its cold light piercing the bones; the thirty thousand Beiliang Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, along with the three hundred thousand most elite border troops, have long formed an extremely strict and ferocious military formation, ready for battle.

Faintly, one can see figures of incomparably powerful auras moving back and forth within the formation.

The King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, clad in a black royal robe symbolizing supreme authority, his hair which turned snow-white overnight dancing wildly in the wind, his face haggard yet bearing an extreme madness.

He stands silently atop the Star-Gazing Platform at the highest point of the Wang Fu, like a statue, coldly gazing at the distant eastern horizon, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins as if about to drip blood.

He is waiting!

Waiting for that demon dragon who killed his son, insulted the dignity of his Wang Fu, and caused his Beiliang to lose all face...

Time slowly slips away, second by second, in this suffocatingly tense and oppressive atmosphere.

From the first ray of morning sunlight piercing through the clouds, to the scorching midday sun hanging in the middle of the sky.

From the blazing midday sun, to the setting sun at dusk, red as blood.

That legendary Dragon Lord of the Eastern Sea, however, still... has not appeared, as if the challenge to the world announced beforehand was merely an absurd joke.

Below the mountain, the hundreds of thousands of martial artists who had been waiting for a long time, surrounding Mount Qingliang so tightly that not even water could leak through, and craning their necks in anticipation, gradually began to grow somewhat impatient.

Various doubts, speculations, and even voices of mockery began to rise and fall among the crowd like a plague.

"What is going on? It's almost dark, the promised Seven-day deadline has arrived, why hasn't that Dragon Lord my lord come yet?"

"Could it be... could it be that hearing the Wang Fu of Beiliang has set up such a world-destroying formation, he is too scared to come?"

"I'd say nine times out of ten that's the case! After all, this is the Wang Fu of Beiliang! Three hundred thousand iron-blooded troops! And that terrifying military formation capable of suppressing Earth Immortals! Anyone who sees it would have to weigh their own worth! Even if that dragon is powerful, can it possibly contend with the power of an entire nation?!"

"Hmph! I told you so! That demon dragon was merely bluffing! Before, in the Eastern Sea, it only succeeded by luck, taking advantage of favorable time and terrain and catching them off guard! Now facing a truly invincible army, it has become a cowardly turtle!"

"It seems this long-awaited cataclysmic battle cannot be witnessed after all; we came for nothing! What a disappointment!"

"..."

Within the crowd.

There stood Li Hanyi, the Sword Immortal of the Snow Moon City, wearing a plain white long skirt, carrying dual swords on her back, with a breathtakingly beautiful face and an aura as cold as snow.

Gazing at the sky which remained motionless for so long, a faint trace of disappointment flashed in her cold eyes.

Could it be that the existence who made her feel a slight flutter in her heart, and whom she considered a target to pursue on her sword path, is truly... just a coward who speaks big lies?

No, she does not believe it.

She can feel that such an existence is by no means an ordinary person; with such high pride in character, he would certainly disdain to act without keeping his word.

He must be waiting for an opportunity.