CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 435: EXECUTE CHANG WANSHENG_1

In the central military camp, the atmosphere was deathly silent. No one spoke a word. Chang Wansheng sat back in his chariot, brewing a pot of tea. He calmly awaited the war reports from the front line. Just then, ripples disturbed the surface of his tea.

Immediately after, the ground began to tremble slightly.

From the distant horizon, the deafening sound of hooves reached their ears, along with the howling of celestial wolves.

"Enemy attack?"

Chang Wansheng’s pupils contracted. Spiritual Energy erupted from his body, destroying the chariot. He flew a thousand zhang into the sky, his eyes glinting sharply as he scanned his surroundings.

At the edge of his vision, Xiang Yu led the Overlord Iron Cavalry, charging through a raging snowstorm.

"Defend!" Chang Wansheng commanded.

The immense army began to mobilize. Shield-bearers took the front, archers followed closely, and further back were the disciples from every peak of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, forming dozens of defensive lines.

"Brothers, follow me and kill!" Xiang Yu shouted, brandishing the Overlord’s Spear, exuding an earth-shattering aura.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers of the Overlord Iron Cavalry roared, their eyes resolute, forming a battle array and condensing their army soul.

A torrent of blood-qi surged, and a ten-thousand-zhang humanoid army soul materialized above the Overlord Iron Cavalry. Clad in blood-colored armor and wielding a blood-colored spear, its peerless general’s aura suppressed the world.

Soon, the Overlord Iron Cavalry arrived before the grand army of the Purple Cloud Holy Land.

"Release arrows!"

Chang Wansheng had trained in the military in his youth. He possessed a certain degree of military skill and could command large-scale battles.

Following his command, millions of archers drew their bows in unison. A continuous stream of energy flowed into the arrows, turning their gleaming tips purple.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

A volley of sharp, air-splitting sounds erupted as millions of arrows formed a parabola, soaring into the clouds.

The sharp force dispersed the clouds for dozens of li.

Upon reaching their apex, the arrows arced downwards, speeding towards the Overlord Iron Cavalry with a piercing whistle.

Facing the arrows raining down from the sky, the Overlord Iron Cavalry quickly brandished their weapons. In an instant, they struck dozens of times; countless glints of blades and spear shadows whistled, obscuring everything.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

Sparks flew everywhere!

A piercing sound echoed!

Almost all the arrows were struck down!

Even those that were not struck down were deflected by their formidable armor!

"Kill!"

After the volley of arrows, the Overlord Iron Cavalry clashed with the massive army of the Purple Cloud Holy Land in close combat. Leveraging the advantage of their cavalry charge, the Overlord Iron Cavalry brutally smashed through the Purple Cloud Holy Land’s shield-bearer defenses.

Countless weapons sliced through the air!

The tyrannical might of sabers and the sharpness of spears intertwined in a dazzling display, slaughtering any enemy who drew near.

Wherever they passed, fresh blood sprayed across the sky.

Like a supreme Divine Weapon, the Overlord Iron Cavalry pierced through six or seven defensive lines of the Purple Cloud Holy Land in the blink of an eye, their target clear: Chang Wansheng in the center.

"Defend! Hold them back for this ancestor!" Chang Wansheng’s eyes narrowed. Spiritual light flickered in his hand, and a battle sword appeared, ready for combat at any moment.

The grand army of the Purple Cloud Holy Land constantly shifted formations, attempting to halt the charging Overlord Iron Cavalry. However, their efforts were futile; their formations broke apart, and they descended into chaos.

"Kill!"

"ROAR!"

Overwhelming murderous intent filled the sky; countless fatal attacks claimed one vibrant life after another.

Nothing could stop the Overlord Iron Cavalry’s onslaught!

Whether it was the regular legions, elite corps, or elite disciples of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, or even their powerful elders, none could withstand them.

"The Purple Qi Comes from the East!"

Chang Wansheng could sit still no longer. He thrust out his sword.

Countless strands of Sword Qi congealed, forming a veritable sea of Sword Qi that slaughtered hundreds of soldiers from the Overlord Iron Cavalry, along with the celestial wolves they rode, all shredded by the Sword Qi.

"You’re courting death!" Xiang Yu’s gaze hardened. His telepathic Ebony Horse galloped on the air, transforming into a streak of black light as it flew towards Chang Wansheng.

"The Fury of the Overlord!"

The winds and clouds shifted, and the world grew dim.

A dazzling spear light, blazing across the heavens, radiated an imperious will—to exterminate all insubordinate beings under the sky, to slay every foe deserving of death.

Across the nine heavens and ten earths, I alone am supreme!

Everyone on the battlefield felt immense pressure; even the biting cold wind died down!

"Purple Sword Shining the World!"

Chang Wansheng’s expression was grave. Of everyone present, the pressure he bore was undoubtedly the greatest. He dared not be the slightest bit careless, circulating his Spiritual Energy to its utmost limit.

Layer upon layer of purple light emanated from his body.

Each wisp of purple light was a subtle strand of Sword Qi, its power capable of slaying a peak Semi-Emperor realm Martial Artist.

The air turned violent. Countless purple Sword Qi merged, forming a colossal Sword Qi, fully three thousand zhang in size, exuding a berserk Rhyme of the Dao.

"Go!"

"Slay!"

Xiang Yu and Chang Wansheng roared simultaneously.

The Overlord’s world-dominating spear light and the peerless purple Sword Qi, like two comets, swept across the firmament.

The soldiers of both armies hurriedly reinforced their army souls, erecting multiple layers of protective shields, then anxiously gazed at the azure sky.

They were all aware that the outcome of the battle depended on the clash between these two supreme experts.

If Xiang Yu won, the Purple Cloud Holy Land would fall!

But if Chang Wansheng won, it did not guarantee the defeat of the Great Qin’s Saint’s Court!

This grim reality made the soldiers and disciples of the Purple Cloud Holy Land clench their fists, silently praying in their hearts for victory.

The soldiers of the Overlord Iron Cavalry, on the other hand, were much more relaxed; they all firmly believed that Xiang Yu would undoubtedly triumph!

BOOM!

A deafening blast resounded.

The spear light and Sword Qi violently collided.

Then, something unexpected by all occurred: there was no protracted stalemate as imagined, only a completely one-sided outcome.

At the very instant of contact, the Sword Qi shattered inch by inch, dissolving into countless specks of light that filled the sky.

The spear light, like a dragon, surged straight towards Chang Wansheng, intent on annihilation.

"No... Impossible!" Chang Wansheng exclaimed in shock. That his all-out attack had been so effortlessly shattered was a truth he found impossible to accept.

But whether he could accept it or not, he had to evade the incoming strike.

Yet, in the next breath, he discovered to his horror that no matter where he tried to move, the spear light unleashed by Xiang Yu seemed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing him.

"I’ll risk it all!"

Knowing he couldn’t evade it, Chang Wansheng abandoned all attempts to dodge. He thrust his battle sword out in front of him, intending to block the attack head-on.

BOOM!

The spear light descended, shattering his battle sword into two pieces.

SPURT!

Chang Wansheng’s body was sent flying backward, his flesh rupturing as he spewed several mouthfuls of blood.

He looked at Xiang Yu, who stood with a disdainful gaze ten thousand zhang away, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes. This man is too powerful!

"Those who betray the Human Clan must be executed!" Xiang Yu roared. The power of his divine soul erupted, lifting earth from the ground to form an earthen pillar, which he then imbued with the Power of Laws, ensuring it would remain incorruptible for eons.

Having done this, he waved his right hand, snatched a battle spear from the field, and hurled it with immense force. The terrifyingly peerless power pierced through Chang Wansheng’s body, impaling him upon the earthen pillar.

Fresh blood stained the Power of Laws!

It condensed, forming three large characters:

Traitor of the Clan!

The appearance of these three words signified that Chang Wansheng’s name would forever be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Human Clan.

Seeing this, the lips of the millions of soldiers from the Purple Cloud Holy Land twitched. They wished to retort but found themselves unable to utter a word. Facts spoke louder than words; they were all too aware of the events that had transpired not long ago.