CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 545: DO-OR-DIE BATTLE _1

"Break for me!" Yinglong roared with fury, his dragon eyes upturned. His entire dragon head was dripping with blood, looking utterly ferocious—more like a peerless beast than a divine True Dragon. Beneath his feet, the Demon God Domain was completely sundered, its Rhymes in Dao dissipating, reducing it to two ordinary domains.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the Demon Emperor roared incessantly, a phantom of a wrathful Ya Zi emerging behind him, a kingly aura permeating the air.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!" The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, Water Monkey Great Saint, Yellow Spring Heavenly Demon Snake, and other foreign race paragons roared. Their bodies radiated a bloody light as they poured all their bloodline Origin Power into the ’Great Demon Array.’

They all knew this was the decisive battle for their race’s survival. Everyone gave their all!

With a heritage spanning millennia, they had once shaken the past and illuminated the present, peerless and invincible. Now, facing countless tribulations, they were determined to forge a future for themselves with an unbeatable will and unyielding spirit.

Even if their demonic blood had to dye the heavens, even if their demonic bodies were shattered into myriad pieces, even if their demonic souls found no haven, they were willing.

Supreme demonic power surged, annihilating the Void and shattering the Three Thousand Power of Laws!

Heaven and Earth quaked as if on the verge of being overthrown!

"Power of the stars, heed my call!" Gui Guzi’s expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, and his slender body suddenly grew, becoming incredibly tall and imposing.

Behind him, the Void shattered layer by layer, revealing a vast cosmos. The sun and moon hung high, myriad stars blazed brilliantly, eventually evolving into an entire galaxy that revolved around him. He alone was its center!

Countless rays of starlight cascaded down, blanketing the boundless Exquisite Chessboard. The power of the Hundred Schools of Thought permeated the world, martial aura swept through the sky, and immortal power surged.

BOOM!

Yinglong, infused with the power of all demons, once again slammed into the Exquisite Chessboard, creating an earth-shattering roar.

However, the Exquisite Chessboard remained as steadfast as Mount Tai, continuously pressing down with world-suppressing might.

BOOM!

BOOM...

Yinglong gritted his teeth, enduring the agony, striking again and again. Even as his scalp tore, dragon scales flaked off, and blood gushed like a waterfall, he did not give up.

Hold on! If I can just hold on until the reinforcements from the Three Holy Lands arrive, I will achieve final victory! If I give up now, I’ll be directly suppressed by the Exquisite Chessboard, utterly destroyed in body and soul, my True Spirit ceasing to exist.

Meanwhile, on the vast battlefield below, the war raged on. The resounding cries of battle, the harsh clang of clashing weapons, and the desperate wails of the dying filled the air, an incessant, heart-wrenching cacophony.

Soldiers of both the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court and the Demon Emperor’s Saint’s Court fought with bloodshot eyes, charging through the crimson mist in wave after wave. Some swung their weapons, becoming death’s executioners. Others spat blood and fell, returning to death’s embrace.

This massive, intense battle had already raged for the better part of a day.

The sun was setting; the lingering glow of twilight was the color of blood.

「On the border of the Demon Emperor’s Saint’s Court, the situation changed dramatically.」

Countless terrifying auras surged from three directions. A blood-red light billowed to the heavens, Evil Qi surged violently, boundless killing intent radiated, and the might of the Emperor Dao blanketed everything!

Are they here? Han Xin raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed ahead. His eyes were as sharp as swords, his general’s aura permeated the air, and his fighting spirit soared to the heavens.

The blood in his veins began to boil!

VMMMM...

As if sensing its master’s excitement, the war sword in his hand began to tremble violently, emitting a clear, ringing hum. It was as if an unspoken voice within the hum was begging for battle! The war sword possessed a spirit; it too thirsted for combat!

SHING! SHING! SHING...

The sound of weapons being unsheathed rang out.

Three million elite soldiers slowly drew their weapons, their gazes cold, their killing intent rampant.

"Halt!"

Just as the armies of the Saint Heaven Institute, the Lin Family, and the Golden Cauldron Inn were about to cross the Blood River, Han Xin abruptly drew his war sword. With peerless sharpness, he unleashed three consecutive slashes.

Three colossal Sword Qi beams, each ten thousand zhang long, materialized and struck towards the sky.

Instantly, the Void fractured, and three great chasms appeared!

"Stop!"

The powerhouses from the Three Holy Lands were also startled by the sudden Sword Qi. They hurriedly halted before the shattered Void. Sensing the residual power of the Sword Dao laws, their hearts pounded with lingering fear.

One more step, and who knows how many would have died beneath that Sword Qi!

"Who is it?! Who dares attack the armies of the Holy Lands?! Are they courting death?!"

Immediately, supreme experts roared in fury, their anger blazing, as they scanned their surroundings, desperate to find the attacker.

"Found him!"

Bo Zhong, the most powerful among them, was the first to spot Han Xin. A flash of murderous intent glinted in his eyes as he directly led the disciples of the Saint Heaven Institute to swoop down.

The army of the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court must be annihilated!

"Follow them!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Soon, the experts from the Lin Family and the Golden Cauldron Inn also discovered Han Xin’s location. Without hesitation, they immediately launched their attacks.

Three terrifying pressures enveloped the ten-thousand-zhang area around Han Xin. The earth fractured and continuously caved in! The Blood River churned, its current starting to reverse!

"Relay my command: condense the army soul!"

"This is our first battle! It determines whether we earn our designation!"

"We fight with our backs to the Blood River! Anyone who retreats a single step will be punished without mercy!" Han Xin commanded, his voice thick with killing intent.

He tightened his grip on his war sword and, with a sudden swing, a chilling sword light burst forth. It formed a ten-thousand-zhang Sword Qi that pulsed with a dazzling, bloody light, slashing towards the nearest Bo Zhong.

His cultivation was at the Peak of the Origin Great Emperor Realm, making him stronger than any expert from the Three Holy Lands!

Among the Three Holy Lands, only Bo Zhong and the Lin Family’s Ancestor have reached the Origin Great Emperor Realm, and both are merely in its early stage, posing no threat whatsoever. However, the sheer number of experts from the Three Holy Lands is a nuisance.

"Holy Sword Array, condense!"

Realizing the enemy’s terrifying strength, Bo Zhong’s pupils shrank. Without hesitation, he commanded in a deep voice.

Millions of Saint Heaven Institute disciples heard the command and formed hand seals. Their scholarly aura, vast enough to be described as eight pecks of talent, surged skyward, forming a sea of literary qi. From it condensed countless Literary Dao swords, their edges terrifyingly sharp.

"Go!" A harsh glint flashed in Bo Zhong’s eyes. The sword lights crisscrossed, forming a mighty river that surged through the sky with boundless power.

In contrast, Han Xin’s Sword Qi seemed utterly insignificant.

Yet, this seemingly insignificant Sword Qi, like a strike from an immortal deity, effortlessly shattered the river of swords and sundered tens of thousands of individual sword beams.

"So strong!" Bo Zhong staggered, his pupils constricting, his face a mask of horror.

He couldn’t believe that the attack unleashed by the combined power of all Saint Heaven Institute disciples couldn’t even withstand a single strike from Han Xin.

The Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court has such an expert? Why have I never heard of him?

"Attack together!"

At that moment, the Lin Family Ancestor flew over, his face cold, his body wreathed in Sword Qi as he struck.

"Mere ants!" Seeing another Origin Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, Han Xin remained unfazed. A mocking smile played on his lips as he raised his war sword, unleashing a blood-red Sword Qi that shot straight to the Ninth Heaven.

This sword strike carried the intent of utter humiliation! The Sword of Humiliation! Thirty times power amplification!

BOOM!

The Lin Family Ancestor, whose imposing aura seemed capable of suppressing all of antiquity, was instantly obliterated by this single strike, exploding into a cloud of blood mist that filled the sky.

"Ancestor!" Millions of Lin Family clansmen cried out, grief-stricken and devastated. They trembled uncontrollably, their eyes burning with a mixture of fury and helplessness.

"This..." Bo Zhong was also stunned; it was as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over him, chilling him from head to toe. His gaze towards Han Xin was now filled with terror. He’s too powerful! The Lin Family Ancestor, also an Origin Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, had been like an ant before Han Xin.

Escape! Without the slightest hesitation, Bo Zhong tore open the Void and fled into the distance. In terms of strength, I’m slightly stronger than the Lin Family Ancestor, but not by much. The Lin Family Ancestor was killed in a single strike! How many could I withstand? Two? Or three? Between life or death and avenging hatred, I unreservedly choose the former.