With the help of the emperors of the Demon Forest, Ning Wu's strength suddenly increased. Ning Tianxing, Ancestor Ning, and Ancestor Fox were three True Selves. Ning Wu had reached the pinnacle of Emperor Ming.
In addition, Emperor Ming had a half-brother named Ning Weibai, who had obtained the opportunity to step into the Emperor Lord Realm through a relic.
Snow Fox King of the Demon Forest was an Emperor Lord.
Peng King was an Emperor Lord.
Bear Emperor of the Ice Bear Clan was also an Emperor Lord.
Three True Selves, one Pinnacle of Emperor Ming, and four Emperor Lords. How terrifying was their strength? Looking at Makumonji and Ye Ninghong's strength, it seemed too weak.
The old disease caused by the Battle Tower in Yang God's body was barely enough to deal with one True Self. Fighting with three people was undoubtedly suicide.
However, this disadvantage was no longer a problem with the arrival of Qin Hao and the others.
"The demons of the Demon Realm won't give up their victory just because of Proud God and Arhat Palace. Let's meet up with Uncle Mu first."
Qin Hao said.
The Demon Forest was located in a corner of the Southern Region, and its resources and environment were not as good as the land of the human race. Their ancestors had set the rule, but they were not confident that they could defeat the Seven Heroes of the Southern Region. Now, Ning Tianxing was born between the Ning Clan and the Fox Clan. He had the blood of both humans and demons, and was the perfect link to break the human race. With Ning Wu as the flag, the demons were greedy and bloodthirsty. They would definitely take half of the rich land of the Southern Region, and let their descendants reproduce and become the kings of the new land.
Wuque, Holy Emperor Jiang, and the others all understood this. Even if Proud God and Arhat Palace joined Feng City, they would not have the upper hand. There must be other reasons for Ning Wu's decision to stop the march.
The seven of them flew forward, crossing the South Sea. They tore the space without stopping. Soon, they arrived at the Southern Region in a day. They landed from the old land of Chang Kingdom and went straight to Feng City.
After arriving at the Southern Region, Qin Hao looked down at the ground from the sky. He saw a large number of people in Zheng's territory, dragging their families to the north. The scale was extremely large. That was Proud God's territory. The people were taking refuge there.
Perhaps, in their opinion, Feng City couldn't be defended any longer. The Zheng Clan had only been restored for forty or fifty years. Now, they were going to fall again and be annexed by Ning Wu.
Many cities were devoid of people. Some small cities with weak defenses and even small towns had become empty. Qin Hao and the others could feel the atmosphere of panic spreading from below. Half of the empire's citizens were frantically fleeing, all because of the menacing Ning Wu's army.
Of course, there were also some people who went in the opposite direction, rushing to the front line of Feng City. It seemed that they were ready to join the war that was about to break out. Most of these people were hot-blooded cultivators. Ning Wu had formed an alliance with the Demon Tribe to suppress his former allies. His treachery was naturally despicable.
However, only a few people dared to move towards Feng City.
Qin Hao and the others did not pay attention to what was going on below. Whether they stayed or left, it was the right of the people to leave. In the face of an unbearable disaster, it was human nature to choose to avoid it.
But the few cultivators gathered in Chao Feng City would leave their glory in the annals of the Southern Region.
"We're here."
The vast city ahead was getting closer and closer. The Emperor's flag of the Zheng Tribe was especially conspicuous on the city gate tower. Countless crossbows were lined up neatly on the battlements. Rows of soldiers stood on the city wall, filling up the passageway. Behind the city wall, there were large catapults reinforced with matrices, and groups of war beasts clad in steel armor.
"You guys meet up with the others first. I'll be back soon."
Qin Hao said. Like a graceful shadow, he directly crossed Feng City and rushed towards Ning Wu and the Demon Tribe army stationed at the front line of the Southern River.
Suddenly, all the Zheng Tribe soldiers on the city wall looked up and could not help but cry out in surprise at Qin Hao's back.
"Who is that?"
Someone asked in shock.
One man, one sword, going towards Ning Wu alone. How bold! Did he completely disregard Ning Wu and the Demon Emperors?
No one suspected that Qin Hao had defected to the enemy. He came from the rear of Feng City and was an Emperor Path cultivator. If he had, he would have done so long ago. There was no need for him to choose now.
"Wuque, Ancestor Slaying."
Numerous silhouettes soared into the air from the city, arriving in front of Leader Wu Que and the others.
Makumonji, Elder Meng, and a group of senior members of the Sword Sect.
Ye Ninghong, Su Yongfu, Grandma Ye Ying, and the golden-haired, golden-eyed Sun God surrounded by majestic fire Qi.
"Uncle, Palace Lord Ye, Senior Ye Ying, Senior Yang."
Shou Wuque bowed slightly to the crowd.
"That … could it be …" Makumonji's eyes widened as he watched Qin Hao's flaming figure leave. They had just noticed several tyrannical Emperor Qi descending over Feng City, but Qin Hao was too fast to react. By the time they reacted, he had already gone in the direction of Ning Wu. The long-lost aura appeared again, and it was extremely familiar. How could Makumonji not recognize it?
Even the Sun God's golden eyes stared cautiously.
"Don't get too excited. He should be going over to say hello to Ning Tianxing. Let's just wait."
Jiu Wuque laughed lightly and patted Su Yongfu's shoulder. At this moment, the old demon's eyes were filled with tears. If one were to say who was the most familiar with Qin Hao's emperor qi, no one here would be more familiar with it than him.
At this moment, Qin Hao crossed Feng City alone and came to the South River. Looking around, there were countless marching tents on both sides of the South River. As far as the eye could see, Ning Wu's army seemed to have surrounded the entire South River.
Qin Hao looked on indifferently. The Red Lotus Flames surged around him. As the burning rules operated, the power of the flames grew stronger and stronger. He stood there alone, and the entire sky behind him turned crimson. The color was getting darker and darker. Immediately, he grasped the void, and the power of the Way in his body erupted as if the heavens were one. With a buzzing sound, a halo of light erupted from his position. The halo of light expanded wildly, and everywhere it passed, the sky was filled with Red Lotus Flames.
Qin Hao pointed at Ning Wu's army stationed on both sides of the South River. In an instant, under the halo of light, a rain of fire fell from the sky. Terrifying flames whistled like meteors, smashing into Ning Tianxing's army.
Almost at the same time that Qin Hao made his move, all the Emperors in Ning Wu's army felt a suffocating sense of crisis. They rose into the air at the same time, just in time to see an incomparably spectacular scene. Under the blood-red sky, an endless rain of meteors fell. All the Emperors in Ning Wu's army were shocked.
"Get out of the way."
At this time, a seventh-stage Dao Realm Emperor Yuan roared loudly at the people around him. However, before he could muster up the courage to intercept the rain of fire, he saw this person take the lead and flee frantically into the distance.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stop it, but he realized that this might couldn't be stopped at all.
Roar!
A deafening roar erupted from Ning Wu's army. Immediately, a huge ice bear phantom appeared in the void. This phantom roared towards the sky, and a blizzard was spewed out from its huge mouth. The blizzard raged between heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun. It wanted to block this disaster for the people below.
Boom! Boom!
A meteor shower fell from the sky, smashing into the snowstorm. At first, a meteor would sink into the sea, but as the flaming meteors continued to fall, bringing with them rays of light, the snowstorm was pierced through in less than two breaths, turning into steam and dissipating. The ice bear phantom in the air also shattered and collapsed, mixed with a miserable cry.
"Not weak."
Among the many powerhouses of Ning Wu's Imperial Path, an old man with white hair and beard spoke. This old man had an extraordinary temperament. Although he was old, one could vaguely see that he was very handsome when he was young from the contours of his face. However, his ears were different from that of ordinary people. They were long and pointed. He was the current ancestor of the Snow Fox Clan, Ancestor Fox.
When Ancestor Fox saw that the ice bear patriarch couldn't hold on for more than two breaths, he knew that the cultivation of the person who cast the rain of fire had surpassed the Dao Realm. Immediately, he spat out a wisp of air from his mouth towards the sky. This wisp of seemingly ethereal air spread out very quickly, and its power was beyond imagination. Almost instantly, the world was frozen.
The sound of ice forming was loud. Between the sky and the earth, there seemed to be a layer of ice that was tens of thousands of feet thick, filling the space. Flaming meteors crashed into the ice layer, exploding into waves of fire. Although cracks appeared, they completely blocked the rain of fire and prevented Ning Wu's army from being affected.
At that moment, Qin Hao's Emperor's Will firmly locked onto Ancestor Fox. Flame patterns appeared in his eyes, penetrating the space and seeing the old man's appearance clearly. Then, Qin Hao's eyes became sharper and sharper. The Emperor's Will resonated with the heavens. The falling rain of fire seemed to have turned into tens of thousands of divine swords. The original rumbling sound became extremely sharp and ear-piercing, as if Sword Qi was piercing through the world.
Crack!
A crack appeared in the ice layer. The incomparably hard ice layer exploded like a rock. The flaming Sword Qi continued to fall, and the crack grew bigger and bigger until it was penetrated by a sword. Ancestor Fox's defense was broken, and a chain reaction immediately occurred. The ice layer above Ning Wu's army cracked and collapsed like an iceberg collapsing. With a whoosh, a Sword Qi fell directly on Ancestor Fox's head.
"Enough."
Another old voice murmured. Then, from the vast Ning Wu's army, countless golden figures soared into the sky like roaring dragons. They collided with the flaming Sword Qi in the sky. The two Precepts and Dao Wills clashed violently. Then, both were annihilated, and the world returned to peace.
Qin Hao exhaled slightly. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He said to the South River, "Tomorrow, the Zheng Clan and Ning Tianxing will fight to the death. Ning Tianxing, I'll be waiting for you."
With that, Qin Hao turned and returned to Feng City. The scorching Qi that suppressed the world also disappeared.
"He broke my Ice Seal Will. This person is not simple."
Ancestor Fox glanced at his robe. A part of his robe had been torn by the Sword Qi.
At that moment, Ning Wu's army on the ground was in an uproar. Many Emperors were also shocked. Not only had Ancestor Fox's Dao Will been broken, but even Ancestor Ning had not been able to completely block all the Sword Qi. More than a dozen military tents were set ablaze. The ink-black flames did not go out. The people in the tents were all gone.
"Who did it? Do you know him?"
In front of an incomparably luxurious imperial military tent, there was a group of extraordinary people. In the center of the group stood an old man. He asked expressionlessly.
"I know him."
Next to the old man, Crown Prince Ning Tianxing's expression changed greatly. He had not expected that Qin Hao was still alive.
"Who is this person?"
Ancestor Ning looked at Ning Tianxing and asked. There should not be such a powerful person in the Zheng Dynasty. Even the Sun God could not produce such a powerful attack.
"Not only do I know him, but the two Great Ancestors have cultivated for more than a thousand years. They should have heard of this person."
Ning Tianxing's eyes narrowed slightly. He squeezed through his teeth and said, "Dendi of the Daqin of the East Continent, Qin Hao."