Chapter 355: Xuanming Zi, the Twelve Qianlong Rankings!

Outside Qianlong City.

Countless figures gathered on the battlefield.

Some of them are Qianlong City's soldiers.

Some are students and teachers from Qianlong Academy.

Their gazes looked far ahead.

Ahead was a dense army of myriad races.

Sand and dust filled the air, blurring vision.

Wang Shi and others stood in the void, four Great Sun Grand Masters from Qianlong Academy, and several Great Sun Grand Masters from Qianlong City stood there silently.

They likewise gazed into the distance, waiting.

Suddenly, the ground transmitted a faint tremor.

At this moment, Song Xing's eyes narrowed sharply.

He let out a loud shout.

"Kill!"

As Song Xing's voice rang out, whether from Qianlong Academy or Qianlong City's soldiers, they all burst forth with their own cultivation.

Qi and Blood power, Spiritual Qi, Grandmaster's Power.

Three different kinds of energy, like bolts of silk, appeared between heaven and earth.

They charged forward to kill.

On the city wall, an old soldier grinned ferociously.

Holding a flag in his hand, at the sight of the dense myriad-race army,

The old soldier's hands gripping the flag instantly dropped.

"Fire!"

Boom—

Fifty energy cannons erupted forth, wrapped in violent power, and exploded.

Thud—

Shell after shell, wrapped in violent power, fell in an instant into the myriad-race army.

Blooming brilliant fireworks instantly rose.

The faces of the myriad-race Marquis-level Experts changed slightly.

One of them, a Marquis from the Ghost Race, snorted coldly.

"Take action, block these energy cannons outside the army, otherwise before even reaching the city walls, they will be completely destroyed by these energy cannons."

Several other Marquises nodded in agreement.

Although the energy cannons' power is extremely terrifying, even fifty of them gathered together, not even a Marquis dares to withstand them head-on.

But cannons are dead, people are alive.

Since we cannot withstand them head-on, we will change their course.

The Ghost Race Marquis instantly struck out, vast Ghost Qi surged forth, and a black Ghost Wail instantly covered the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the battlefield seemed to turn into a dark Ghost Lair.

"Hmph! Ghost Race, die for this Marquis!"

A Marquis from Qianlong City instantly struck out.

Battle sword in hand, waves of sword qi instantly burst forth.

Wrapped in extremely domineering power, seeking to utterly erase this sky-filling Ghost Qi.

Boom—

Sword qi struck the ground, forcibly carving a ferocious rift in the earth.

And those sky-filling Ghost Qi, under the action of the sword qi, were actually directly melted.

The Ghost Race Marquis frowned slightly, just about to continue striking, when a strange laugh sounded from between heaven and earth.

"Kekeke, Qianlong City, long time no see!"

Between heaven and earth, a sharp sound transmitted.

Only seen, a figure entirely composed of Ghost Qi slowly appeared between heaven and earth.

In the raising of hands and lifting of feet, there lay power enough to shake heaven and earth, permeating that figure.

And upon seeing this person, the Ghost Race Marquis's face lit up with joy.

"Ghost King!"

This person turned out to be a King-Conferred Strong One from the Ghost Race.

On the contrary, the Human Race side, upon seeing the Ghost King, their faces drastically changed.

"Impossible! How could the myriad races possibly deploy four King-Conferred beings!"

A Human Race Marquis's face was extremely grim.

Qianlong City, among the Twelve Main Cities, is only of middling standing; even the stationed King-Conferred is solely the Qianlong King.

The myriad races' King-Conferred Strong Ones are not like cabbage; even for the Three Races, King-Conferred Strong Ones are extremely rare, let alone other races.

And now, Qianlong City actually has four King-Conferred beings appear!

Above the Nine Heavens, the Holy Spear King and Qianlong King, who were still entangled with three King-Conferred beings, obviously also sensed the Ghost King's presence.

Instantly, their faces drastically changed.

"Impossible!"

The Holy Spear King let out a startled cry.

In a moment of inattention, he was directly bitten by a Crocodile Clan King-Conferred, who bit off Holy Spear King's arm.

Cold sweat dripped drop by drop from Holy Spear King's forehead.

However, the bitten-off arm instantly grew back.

Upon reaching the King-Conferred Strong One realm, one can easily heal injuries.

Although it consumes some origin, for a King-Conferred Strong One it is still easily done..

Holy Spear King gritted his teeth and fiercely stared at the two King-Conferred before him.

With his strength, merely entangling the two King-Conferred is already no easy feat.

Moreover, trying to lure that Ghost King over is out of the question.

The Qianlong King's side is the same.

The Purgatory King is a first three-step King-Conferred of the Demon Race, not someone to be trifled with.

In their clash, the Purgatory King actually showed a trend of suppressing the Qianlong King.

"Damn it, if no one stops this Ghost King, Qianlong City will fall completely."

Holy Spear King's face was extremely grim as he looked toward the Qianlong King, wanting to ask.

However, the Qianlong King remained utterly calm, as if he had never seen the Ghost King's existence.

The Ghost King stood arrogantly between heaven and earth, and when some Human Race strong ones saw him, they even revealed a hint of fear from the depths of their hearts.

King-Conferred!

Another King-Conferred!

Fear gradually occupied their hearts.

And the Ghost King seemed to greatly enjoy the fear of all beings, his face showing an intoxicated expression.

"What a wonderful emotion!"

"Too bad... it will have to end!"

The Ghost King let out a strange laugh, just about to make a move.

An aged voice echoed from the depths of Qianlong City.

"Ghost King? You're the guy who once beat Xiao Zhao so badly he lost control of his bowels, right?"

The Ghost King's expression hardened as he suddenly looked toward the direction of Qianlong Academy.

"Who goes there!"

Upon hearing that voice, his heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

He was extremely familiar with that voice, but couldn't recall when he had heard it.

A moment.

An aged figure stepped through the void, walking step by step toward the city wall.

The old man wore a Zhongshan suit and held a dragon-headed cane in his hand.

His other hand was clasped behind his back, walking slowly like a stooped elder.

Upon seeing the old man, all the teachers and students of Qianlong Academy instantly felt joy.

"Xuan Lao!"

They obviously hadn't expected Xuan Lao to come out at this time.

"But... wasn't Xuan Lao's cultivation completely lost back then?"

Someone said doubtfully.

By this time, Xuan Lao had already walked outside the city wall.

He looked around and smiled.

"How long has it been since you last went to the battlefield? Still as lively as ever!"

As his words fell, Xuan Lao straightened his posture, a smile on his lips.

"Let me formally introduce the twelve Sequences of Qianlong Academy...."

"Xuan Mingzi, epithet... Xuan!"