Chapter 840: Following Support

The white sword light and red blood qi illuminated the darkness at this moment, and the terrifying aura ran rampant across the sky.

Everyone on the battlefield below, whether Human Race cultivators or Barbarian Tribe, looked up toward the horizon, and the myriad barbarian kings even widened their eyes.

"This.............. impossible, absolutely impossible."

It was as if they had seen something unbelievable; not to mention them, even several Great Saint Elders of the Cloud Vine Holy Land were now filled with shock.

This is the aura of a Great Emperor, but how could a Great Emperor possibly appear inside the Iron Prison Pass?

Thinking this, the gazes of the myriad Barbarian Overlords and Human Race Great Saints all turned toward the Iron Prison Pass, only to see a figure standing on the city wall at some point.

And Yang Qin, who was closest, stared at the figure on the city wall with his eyes wide open.

He immediately recognized who the person was, and stammered out.

"This........... old.......... old drunkard............"

Although Yang Qin hadn't had much contact with the old drunkard, he also knew this guy, after all, he was utterly bizarre.

His inexplicable appearance, drinking himself into a stupor all day, and his love of bragging.

Originally, Yang Qin had never taken the old drunkard to heart, merely thinking him some disappointed loser, but now, you're telling me this guy is a Great Emperor?

It was as if he'd seen a ghost—no, even more exaggerated than seeing a ghost.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, the sword light and blood qi in the sky canceled each other out and slowly dissipated.

And the Barbarian Emperor, shrouded in blood qi, reappeared before everyone at this moment.

Only to see drops of blood falling from the Barbarian Emperor's right arm, a wound not too deep appearing there.

Although it was merely a superficial wound, the Barbarian Tribe side still looked grim.

The Barbarian Emperor is wounded—how could this be?

As for the Barbarian Emperor himself, his gaze remained fixed on the old drunkard on the city wall, his eyes holding a hint of apprehension and a hint of killing intent.

"Who are you?"

"There shouldn't be a Human Race Great Emperor inside the Iron Prison Pass, and moreover, I've never seen this person before—he's not one of those from the Cloud Vine Holy Land."

The Barbarian Emperor, who had always been arrogant and contemptuous, now finally had to confront the old drunkard on the city wall.

In response, the old drunkard still looked tipsy, unhurriedly taking a sip of fine wine from his wine gourd, and laughed indistinctly.

"Just a drunkard who happened to pass by here."

Saying this, the old drunkard held the wine gourd in one hand and a sword in the other, walking through the air toward the Barbarian Emperor.

"This........ my eyes aren't playing tricks on me? The old drunkard actually has the cultivation of a Great Emperor."

"I saw it too."

"This this this.......... that before we............"

On the battlefield, some cultivators who had previously been on good terms with the old drunkard now felt a mixture of emotions.

Although they had not deliberately made things difficult for him, bullied him, and had even voluntarily invited him to drink.

But they had often made fun of him in everyday life.

To toy with a Great Emperor just thinking about it makes one feel creepy; if you angered him, dealing with you would be easier than killing an ant.

Moreover, even the sect behind them would not dare to utter a single word of objection.

His steps were not fast, but after only a few steps, the old drunkard appeared before the Barbarian Emperor.

Fixing his gaze on the disheveled old man before him, the Barbarian Emperor spoke in a deep voice.

"You are not from the Cloud Vine Holy Land."

"Burp, I, old man, also didn't say that."

"If you're not from the Cloud Vine Holy Land, why bother getting involved in this muddy water?"

If possible, the Barbarian Emperor would not wish to be an enemy of this Human Race Great Emperor before him, after all, it could only bring about unforeseen changes and is meaningless.

Just hearing his words, the old drunkard, with an expression of enjoyment, gulped down a mouthful of wine and muttered to himself.

"The wine of the Iron Prison Pass, well, it's not exactly tasty—just one word: fierce................"

Saying this, the old drunkard finally looked straight at the Barbarian Emperor before him, his eyes slowly opening, his gaze devoid of any drunkenness, sharp and his tone calm as he spoke.

"The Iron Prison Pass is not just the Cloud Vine Holy Land's Iron Prison Pass, but the entire Human Race's Iron Prison Pass; if you want to enter, old man I.......... will not agree."

"You're courting death."

Upon hearing this, the Barbarian Emperor unleashed a punch, dense blood qi condensing around his fist; wherever it passed, space twisted infinitely, and half the sky was dyed red by the blood qi.

Facing the Barbarian Emperor's furious strike, the old drunkard raised his long sword, dense sword intent coiling around the blade.

The already substantiated white sword intent, like two giant dragons, coiled around the sword body.

"This is exactly right; when I was young, I always told my few useless disciples that those not of our kind must have different hearts—so why waste words? Let's just fight."

The long sword clashed violently with the fist aura once again.

This time, at the center of their collision, space directly collapsed, shattering like a mirror.

The Emperor Battle erupted instantly.

"What are you standing there for? Kill them."

At the same time, on the battlefield below, the myriad Barbarian Overlords shouted loudly, unable to intervene in the Emperor Battle, for now they could only settle the fight before them.

Upon hearing this, the Barbarian Tribe launched another fierce assault, and Yang Qin also charged into the battlefield, shouting loudly.

"Our Human Race Great Emperor has arrived; this battle is certain to be won—kill."

"Kill."

The two sides clashed again; it must be said, the appearance of the old drunkard, while shocking, likewise boosted the morale of all Human Race cultivators.

Having a Great Emperor overseeing and not having one are completely different matters.

Now, on our Human Race side, a Great Emperor has also appeared, and everyone's confidence in holding the Iron Prison Pass has increased a bit.

Just one night, only one night, and the holy land's reinforcements will be able to feel it.

The Human Race cultivators fought desperately; even if they only managed to hold off one-tenth of the Barbarian Tribe, they still firmly blocked the Barbarians outside the pass, not letting a single Barbarian step inside.

Meanwhile, in Wind Sand City, the nearest to Iron Prison Pass, several hours had passed, yet the city's Teleportation Array kept flashing, drawing heavenly attention.

The townspeople still didn't know what had happened; they only felt strange about it.

"Why does this Teleportation Array keep staying open?"

"Something must have happened."

"Could it be Iron Prison Pass?"

"Possibly."

You know, keeping the Teleportation Array open for a long time consumes spirit stones like water; Wind Sand City is just a small town and simply cannot withstand such consumption.

Everyone in the city gazed toward the direction of the Teleportation Array, where a pillar of light rose to the heavens, and outside the Array, disciples of Cloud Vine Holy Land kept walking out from the Formation.

Grand Elder Wang Lin stood in midair, his expression solemn as he gazed toward the Formation.

Suddenly, seeing Cloud Vine Shèngzhǔ and Li Zhengqing and a few others walk out from the Teleportation Array, Wang Lin hurried forward to greet them.

"Shèngzhǔ."

"Hmm, this is Old Ancestor Yuan Chang from Dao Yi Shengdi, Peak Master Qin Shan Hai, Peak Master Lin Potian, who have come specially to support Iron Prison Pass."