CHAPTER 294: CHAPTER 291: DIAMOND BATTLE (PART 3)_1

"I thought he would be some formidable person; turns out he’s just a sickly fellow!" Liu Jimin mocked. Deep in his heart, however, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He couldn’t believe that a Martial Artist of the Quasi-emperor Realm would be ill; it simply didn’t make sense.

Guo Jia just smiled without explaining. After taking a gulp of wine from his gourd, he slowly drew his sword. A wave of scholarly energy erupted from within him, forming an ocean of such energy in the sky.

An aura of righteousness stretched across the sky, exuding fairness, justice, and severity!

The residual murderous aura in the Void, upon contact with the scholarly energy, melted away completely, like snow under the scorching sun.

"What a strange aura!"

As the scholarly energy appeared, Liu Jimin’s brow furrowed. He felt the murderous aura and Evil Qi within him being subtly suppressed, as if they had met their natural enemy.

Having served in the army for many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

He immediately became vigilant!

"Sword of Confucian Dao!" Guo Jia exclaimed. His rosy face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, yet the light radiating from him grew ever brighter, more blinding than the sun, more dazzling than the multitude of stars.

Behind him, a phantom appeared, dressed in a gray Confucian robe. Its face was indistinct; one could only see it holding a pen-sword, settling a century of chaos and devising millennia of extraordinary strategies.

With one sword, it cleaved open the world of darkness!

With one brush, it painted an era of peace and prosperity!

Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the phantom behind Guo Jia. In this phantom, they saw a prosperous country where the monarch ruled from high temples, scholars with lofty ambitions governed, military generals defended the nation with fervent zeal, and the common people lived in harmony according to the law...

This was a country without war, without sin—the ideal world that everyone longed for!

"Does such a country truly exist?" many soldiers from the Canghai Ancient Court murmured, their eyes full of longing. They lost themselves in the vision, unable to break free.

Is this Confucianism’s ideal of governance? Unfortunately, how many Confucian scholars can truly adhere to it?

Zhao Yun looked at the phantom behind Guo Jia and couldn’t help but shake his head. Throughout the history of the Han Dynasty, ever since Dong Zhongshu advocated for the dismissal of all other schools of thought, many Confucian scholars have emerged. But how many of them have genuinely served the country and its people?

"Fall!" Guo Jia roared coldly, his hair flying wildly as he forcefully swung his battle sword.

The Sword Qi surged, carrying an endless edge as it slashed towards Liu Jimin. The white brilliance was dazzling, illuminating all the heavens.

Not good! Liu Jimin, after all, was a veteran Semi-Emperor Martial Artist. The moment the Sword Qi descended, his dazed eyes instantly cleared, and he too thrust his sword in response.

Countless streams of blue Spiritual Energy converged into a Sword Qi, blocking the Sword Qi Guo Jia had unleashed.

A piercing sound, followed by wave after wave of aftershocks, spread across Changkong, transforming into innumerable fine Sword Qi. This again inflicted heavy losses on the Canghai Ancient Court soldiers below.

Many fallen soldiers lay with their eyes wide open, their bodies riddled with sword wounds.

"General, stop!" a commander at the peak of the Saint King Realm shouted.

If Liu Jimin and Guo Jia were allowed to continue fighting, the Canghai Ancient Court’s army would likely be decimated before the war even truly began.

This is bad!

Hearing the commander’s voice, Liu Jimin glanced down. Countless corpses lay on the ground, and streaks of glaring blood made his expression change drastically.

He looked at Guo Jia, then at the Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry who had already retreated behind the Great Wall. With a face full of reluctance, he ceased his attack and shot backward tens of thousands of zhang.

"By my order, attack!" atop the Beacon Tower, Zhao Yun drew his sword and roared angrily.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ten-thousand-li-long city wall began to tremble. Bricks shifted, revealing dozens of openings from which emerged the already-prepared soldiers of the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court.

"Charge!"

"Slay the invaders and display the might of Great Qin!"

"Valiant men of old Qin, together we face this national peril! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Generals such as Lv Bu, Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Yue Fei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, and Huang Zhong were the first to charge out from the openings in the wall, with the fierce tiger-and-wolf divisions of Great Qin following closely behind.

The earth trembled. Dense Evil Qi formed rolling pillars of smoke, causing heaven and earth to change color.

"Pass down my order, attack!" Liu Jimin returned to the command platform, waving his command banner and issuing the order to engage the enemy.

The slightly panicked soldiers of the Canghai Ancient Court Alliance quickly calmed themselves. Raising their weapons high, they launched a charge, surging like a mighty torrent from one end of the horizon to the other.

Across the battlefield, spanning over a thousand li, hundreds of legions were deployed. They resembled peerless, ferocious beasts, their killing intent soaring to the heavens as they continually roared and bellowed.

Finally, they clashed violently!

Gouts of fresh blood spurted, dyeing the thousand li of fertile land red.

The vision of every soldier was completely shrouded in crimson.

A terrifying killing intent filled the space between heaven and earth; a single glance was enough to give one the chilling feeling of impending death.

The temperature in the Void plummeted sharply, as if it had become a colossal block of ice, chilling to the very marrow. Only the warm blood spraying from an enemy’s chest, as a weapon pierced through, could offer a fleeting sensation of warmth.

"Nine Great Legions, condense your Army Spirits!"

On the command platform, Liu Jimin once again waved his command banner and ordered in a deep voice.

To confront the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court, he had mobilized the nine most elite legions of the Canghai Ancient Court. Each had a legacy stretching back millions of years, had experienced countless wars throughout their long history, and possessed formidable strength.

The combat prowess of each legion far surpassed the limits of the Saint King Realm!

When multiple legions fought in concert, they could even suppress Semi-Emperor Martial Artists!

"Sea-Overturning Army Spirit, condense!"

"Myriad Seas Army Spirit, condense!"

"Death Sea Army Spirit, condense!"

"Sea Dragon Army Spirit, condense!"

Above each of the nine great legions, an incredibly dense Blood-Evil Qi emerged, constantly roiling. It greatly enhanced the soldiers’ strength and inflicted massive casualties on the nearby Great Qin soldiers.

"All main battle legions, deploy your formations!" Zhao Yun immediately commanded, his icy voice echoing over the battlefield.

"White Tiger Army Spirit, condense!" Lv Bu roared, brandishing his halberd. His body glowed with a blood-red radiance, as if he were a god of slaughter emerged from hell, come to massacre the world and execute billions of living beings.

Beneath his feet, a towering mountain of corpses had already formed.

The soldiers of the White Tiger Legion following him had bloodshot eyes as they set up the White Tiger Formation. Above their heads, a White Tiger Army Spirit, thousands of zhang tall, condensed.

"ROAR!"

The White Tiger roared and pounced towards the nearest enemy Army Spirit, engaging it in a ferocious battle.

"Vermilion Bird Army Spirit!" Bai Qi roared furiously. A scorching flame surged skyward, condensing high in the heavens into a fiery-red Vermilion Bird. It flapped its wings, raining down globes of heavenly fire.

Tens of thousands of Canghai Ancient Court soldiers were incinerated to ashes.

"Black Tortoise Army Spirit, condense!"

"Bei Wei Army Spirit, condense!"

"Fan Qiu Army Spirit, condense!"

One by one, Army Spirits condensed, carrying a heaven-shattering momentum. They intercepted the nine great Army Spirits of the Canghai Ancient Court, and a chaotic, unending battle ensued.

"All legions from King-ranked powers, deploy your Army Spirits!" Liu Jimin commanded, his expression unchanged.

Soon, thirteen more Army Spirits emerged over the battlefield. However, in terms of both scale and quality, they were inferior to the Army Spirits of the nine great legions.

"Forty-three Local Legions, condense your Army Spirits!" Zhao Yun commanded calmly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The forty-three local legions engaged in combat simultaneously condensed their Army Spirits. In terms of sheer numbers, they completely overwhelmed the thirteen Army Spirits from the King-ranked powers of the Canghai Alliance.

This caused Liu Jimin’s expression to become exceedingly grim. Does the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court truly possess so many top-tier legions?