Seeking War
An invisible pressure spread in the air.
After the battle of Golden Light City, Qin Hao led the heavily injured Duan Zhanfei and Dan Ge to avoid the Wan Xiu Alliance.
They were unable to take the initiative to attack or ask for help. It was as if they were isolated from the outside world.
However, three days ago, the once arrogant Ning Wu Emperor was defeated and abdicated. One of the three emperors of the Southern Region had been killed!
"I don't know the exact reason. According to the report, Ning Lengjue went to the Graveness Mountain and fought with a Great Emperor to decide who Ning Wu belonged to.
In the end, he was defeated and abdicated. In one night, all the members of the royal family disappeared. No one knows where they are now! "Qing Lao said.
The Wan Xiu Alliance was trapped. The spies were placed in the outside world by him. Their cultivation was very low, and their status was even lower. They didn't have the qualifications to infiltrate the higher-ups and obtain detailed information.
However, one thing was certain. This was a civil war in the Ning Clan.
Although Ning Lengjue's branch had fallen, Ning Wu's title was still the same. It was controlled by a group of new faces from the Ning family.
"We don't know who the expert who defeated Ning Lengjue is. The current Ning Wu is under the control of a prince called Ning Tianxing. Those who follow him will remain in their positions.
Those who resist will be killed mercilessly! "Xiang Bu rubbed his temples. He felt a headache coming on.
The war in the Wan Xiu Alliance had already changed the situation in the Southern Region.
No one had expected that the upheaval of the Ningwu Empire would come so quickly.
On the surface, Ning Wu had nothing to do with the Wan Xiu Alliance. However, how could the turmoil in any of the top forces of the Southern Region not affect others?
After all, no one knew what this newly appointed prince Ning Tianxing would do next and which sect he would attack.
If he suddenly attacked from the source of the Southern River and led his troops east to attack the Wan Xiu Alliance, it would be a disaster for everyone!
And from the perspective of the Wan Xiu Alliance, it was very possible.
Outside the walls of the courtyard, the officials of the two factions had worried looks on their faces. Each of them had a sullen face. They knew that any new ruler who ascended to the throne urgently needed scholarly achievements to prove himself.
The Wan Xiu Alliance was on the verge of collapse. It was Ning Tianxing's next target.
"Ning Tianxing!"
Qin Hao pondered. As far as he could remember, there was no such person among the top geniuses of the Southern Domain. There wasn't even a first-rate genius.
In fact, when Ning Chaofan followed Qin Hao, he had bragged about many capable people in his family. However, Ning Tianxing had never been mentioned.
Who was this person's son?
Xuanyuan Wuba besieged Feng City, but didn't attack. He had been besieging it for a month.
Now that he thought about it, the other party wasn't plotting anything. The military power of the Xuanyuan Clan had an overwhelming advantage. He didn't need to plan anything. He was just waiting. He was waiting for the battle at Cang Wen Mountain. He was waiting for Ning Wu's final hero to arrive.
After all, if the Martial Ning Empire was unstable, once the Xuanyuan Family and the Myriad Cultivator Union had a decisive battle, the new ruler of the Martial Ning Empire might bite Nan Ao.
Now that Ning Wu had settled down, Xuanyuan Wuba would naturally take care of his relationship with Ning Wu in advance and resolve his worries. Then, his next move would be …
"Full scale siege!"
"Full scale siege!"
Duan Zhanfei and the Imperial Censor's expressions suddenly changed. They looked at each other.
Their words were like heavy hammers that fell on Qing Lao and Xiang Bu's hearts. The Grand Elders of the Left and Right Sects of the Myriad Cultivator Union turned completely pale.
"Did you get in touch with the people we sent to the Sword Sect and the Arhat Palace to ask for help?" Qin Hao asked Duanmu Qinghui.
"No." Qing Lao shook his head helplessly. At this moment, he didn't have any hope.
He and Qin Hao might not be able to persuade the two great sects to come in person.
None of the people they sent had any weight. Perhaps the Sword Sect and the Arhat Palace would think that they were looking down on them.
"What about Zheng Qingchi?" Qin Hao asked again.
The Myriad Cultivator Union's situation was even more dangerous. Not only did they have to face the full scale attack of the Xuanyuan Clan, but Ning Tianxing's next move was very likely to lead an army to attack and divide the territory with the Xuanyuan Clan.
If Qin Hao were the Martial Emperor of Ning Tianxing, he would do the same.
The Zheng Clan might have weakened, but the remaining power of the Imperial Family was still there. They were more or less a force. The Myriad Cultivator Union urgently needed any force to join.
"Also no!"
Qing Lao smiled bitterly. There was no response. The people they sent to contact found that the Zheng Clan's secluded place was completely empty.
Presumably, the Zheng Clan didn't want to get involved in the war anymore and didn't want to be disturbed.
"Look at what you've done!" The Imperial Messenger glared at Xiang Bu. If Feng City fell, it would be the Myriad Cultivator Union's own fault.
"I'll go back to set up the defense. Qinghui, I'll leave it to you. In the past, I've done many things wrong to you!"
At this time, Xiang Bu looked at Duanmu Qinghui with guilt and self-blame in his eyes. His tall and majestic figure in the past was filled with endless powerlessness when he turned around. It was as if he wasn't the majestic Chief Elder of the Right Faction, but an old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"In the beginning, he was wholeheartedly for the good of the Myriad Cultivator Union. As time passed, power and inflated desire made him lose his original heart." Qing Lao watched Xiang Bu leave with his people and sighed softly.
"Prepare for war!"
Qin Hao said, "Don't have any illusions. Don't rely on others. Fight for yourself and fight for survival."
Qing Lao nodded and turned around to leave.
He had governed the Myriad Cultivator Union all his life. He loved this land.
His home was gone. The name Duanmu Qinghui should also disappear from the Southern Region along with the Myriad Cultivator Union.
…
Black clouds covered the city. War drums soared to the sky. An endless army, demonic beasts soared in the void, and dazzling warships.
When the upper echelons of the Three Sovereigns and Four Sects were still in a state of shock.
And the Southern Region ushered in another sensational battle. It was a battle to the death between the Myriad Cultivator Union and Nan Ao.
This day had finally arrived!
At this time, thousands of miles high in the sky, a majestic and huge golden carriage stopped in the void. It was as if half the sky was dyed golden by the brilliant light.
A huge eight-winged black dragon was circling around the golden chariot, letting out a series of roars.
On the other side of the golden chariot, there was a completely different scene in the sky. It was an endless darkness.
In the darkness, a huge demonic oriole cried. On the demonic oriole stood a graceful figure, like a goddess in charge of darkness. Her demonic power was overwhelming and inviolable.
"Palace Master Ye, how long do you think Duanmu Qinghui and Xiang Bu can last in this battle?"
A middle-aged man in his early forties slowly stepped down from the carriage. He was wearing a golden robe with nine dragons. He looked like a war god in the void.
The middle-aged man smiled. With a wave of his hand, an exquisite tea table appeared between the two of them. On the tea table, the tea had already been boiled, and immortal mist was drifting in spirals. The middle-aged man sat down and elegantly poured two cups. He picked up one of the cups and gently sniffed it. Then, he said to the graceful figure on the back of the Eight-winged Demon Oriole, "Please!"
Ye Ninghong's face was calm under the black veil. There was no Yuan Qi around her. She floated over and sat on the other side, but she didn't reach out for the tea.
"What? Are you afraid that I'll poison it?
This is Brocade Cloud Tea that has been nurtured for two hundred years. If it wasn't for the first empress of the Southern Region, Jian Tianying, Ning Lengjue, and Sun God, I wouldn't be willing to part with it! "The middle-aged man smiled.
"Why didn't you invite Luo Qingxiong to drink it?" Ye Ninghong sneered.
Of course, she wasn't afraid of the tea being poisoned. In fact, Brocade Cloud Tea couldn't contain poison.
Xuanyuan Gaoyan was the Southern Proud Great Emperor and a nine-star emperor. He didn't want to poison people.
However, the battlefield was ten thousand miles below. If the Wanxiu Alliance had a little bit of resistance, Ye Ninghong wouldn't be unable to drink the tea.
Fortunately, Xuanyuan Gaoyan had an agreement with her. No matter what the result of the battle was, the two of them wouldn't interfere.
Clearly, the Xuanyuan Family still had some thoughts about the first empress of the Southern Region.
Xuanyuan Gaoyan shook his head and smiled bitterly. He would invite anyone to drink tea, but he wouldn't invite Lunatic Luo. He said, "If the Wanxiu Alliance loses this battle, Palace Master Ye, will you join my Southern Proud Great Emperor?"
"They haven't lost yet!" Ye Ninghong reprimanded.
Screech!
The demonic oriole cried. The endless darkness approached the golden light.
"You're really stubborn. However, this stubbornness can't save the lives of the Nightnet Palace disciples!" Xuanyuan Gaoyan put down the teacup. He knew that he couldn't persuade Ye Ninghong with a few words.
Only when the Xuanyuan Family's army slaughtered the Nightnet Palace disciples would the first empress of the Southern Region put down her pride and know what it meant to submit.
"The Nightnet Palace disciples aren't as weak as you think!" Ye Ninghong gritted her teeth. Perhaps, the disciples of the Sect were a little weak.
However, the current leader of the Nightnet Palace was the strongest person from six hundred years ago. Even Xuanyuan Gaoyan wasn't qualified to sit across from him.
When he first entered the Southern Region, he claimed to be the Conqueror of a generation. In Golden Light City, he swept through the geniuses of various sects.
Even when facing three Essence Soul Realm cultivators of the same generation, he only needed to step on the grandson of the Southern Proud Great Emperor.
Could the current him create another miracle?
"Looks like you have something to rely on. Let's wait and see!" Xuanyuan Gaoyan smiled. His face was filled with confidence.
At this moment, the two emperors of the Southern Region looked down at the sky. The millions of people who were about to fight on the battlefield were just insects to the emperors.
They were the spectators of the Nine Heavens!
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
A huge sound wave erupted like a tsunami, engulfing Feng City. The city walls trembled under the roar. Just yesterday, the people believed that they were safe and that the Xuanyuan Family's army couldn't break through the thick wall.
However, at this moment, the terrifying sound pierced through the air. In the hearts of the people, there was only endless fear!
On the city tower, Xiang Bu raised his sword with one hand and shouted, "Air Cavalry Legion!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Countless pegasi Demonic Beasts soared into the sky. On the back of each pegasus sat a powerful white-armored dragon-spear knight. There were close to fifty thousand of them. It was a spectacular sight.
Moreover, the aura of each knight was at least of the Advanced Heavenly Saint Realm.
In the past, these knights were the warriors that the children in the city worshipped the most.
However, at this moment, facing the pegasus knights were a hundred thousand war eagles and griffins of the Xuanyuan Family. On the backs of the griffins, there were terrifying black-armored knights.
The aura of the enemy wasn't any weaker than the pegasus knights.
Incomparable nervousness spread to the hearts of every pegasus knight. Under their armor, they were sweating. They were indeed very afraid.
However, a noble Seven-colored Skylark circled in front of them. On the back of the Skylark, there was a white-robed young man holding a three-pointed spear. He seemed to be holding up the sky and stepping on the ground. He exuded an awe-inspiring aura. He alone completely blocked the aura of the hundred thousand soldiers of the Xuanyuan Family. The fifty thousand pegasus knights behind him felt their blood boil.
"Qin Hao of Western Liang challenges all martial artists under the Emperor Realm of the Xuanyuan Family. I ask for a fight!" Qin Hao's white hair fluttered in the wind. He pointed his spear forward. Endless arrogance filled the world.
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Jiutian Divine Emperor.