Chapter 38: The Great Zhou Requests to Join the Battle!

Among the cultivators in the Fusion Qi realm, some understood the cryptic commands of their respective leaders, nodded in comprehension, and swiftly disengaged from their opponents. In the blink of an eye, each turned to strike at their designated target.

"Slay!"

"Die!"

The followers of Zhong Yuanhua and Xi Dan You unleashed their attacks, swords gleaming with icy brilliance, poised to sever life in a single instant.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, furious shouts erupted from both sides.

From Zhong Yuanhua's camp, Ye Han Zhou's cold sword streaked through the air, knocking aside the assassin targeting Zhong Yuanhua. But the cold sword did not stop there—it unleashed a storm of frost, freezing its victim into a statue of ice. All of this transpired within half a breath, leaving Zhong Yuanhua's allies no time to react before they too were encased in ice.

On Xi Dan You's side, the newcomer was none other than Qi Duanzi, head of the Qi clan. With a blade forged of pure energy, he cleaved down the assassin who threatened Xi Dan You.

"Qi Duanzi, pay me no mind! Slay Zhong Yuanhua, and victory is ours!" Even in such dire circumstances, Xi Dan You clung fiercely to his resolve, the depth of his obsession evident.

"Han Zhou, ignore me! Slay them!" Zhong Yuanhua, now having regained some of his strength, nodded solemnly to Ye Han Zhou. Unleashing his aura, he brandished the cold sword.

In that instant, radiant light erupted like the brilliance of a sun god; icy coldness seeped to the bone, as if a waterfall crashed down, striking directly at Qi Duanzi.

Qi Duanzi was prepared. A long sword appeared in his hand, revealing him to be a swordsman as well. The two powers collided with explosive force.

Behind Ye Han Zhou, an icy war god manifested, gripping a cold sword and radiating a boundless will to fight. Murderous intent surged within him.

Behind Qi Duanzi, a warhorse wreathed in blazing flames took shape, snorting and stamping its hooves with thunderous force, charging forth with the power of wind and lightning.

The long sword flashed like lightning, dazzling in its brilliance. Ye Han Zhou was fearless, his gaze fierce as the frozen deity wielded the cold sword.

In an instant, the clash!

Two unparalleled forces collided like cannonballs, unleashing an endless pressure.

"Die!"

Qi Duanzi roared, his flying sword's brilliance intensified, the warhorse's hooves thundered, and he surged forward once more.

Ye Han Zhou's sword raced forward, spewing terrifying light, sword intent echoed through the void, endless radiance illuminating as if forming a sword formation.

Qi Duanzi stepped through the void, fists pounding, hooves thundering, his sword shining with fierce light, meeting the attack head-on.

"Boom, boom, boom…"

Terrifying explosions resounded, the piercing clash assaulting everyone's ears. Those distant from Zhong Yuanhua and Xi Dan You's battlefield felt discomfort and withdrew even further.

Zhong Yuanhua, watching the two unleash such astonishing power, was shocked within, yet raced against time to restore his cultivation.

As Ye Han Zhou and Qi Duanzi's battle reached its fever pitch, a procession approached from the direction of Great Zhou, their oppressive aura so overwhelming that those with weaker cultivation could not move at all.

"Great Zhou, requesting battle!"

The leader was no sycophant of Great Zhou, but a slender figure wielding a sword as tall as himself, its blade coursing with a peculiar energy. His call rang out loud.

This slender figure—Bai Yijian!

He had brought the people of Great Zhou, each vigorous and lively, their faces flushed with excitement, no longer bearing the defeatism of days past. Clearly, Bai Yijian had given them a rousing speech.

"Approved!"

Zhong Yuanhua gazed at Bai Yijian, filled with envy. To possess such spirit at his age—he would surely become a formidable general of Great Zhou in the future.

"Uncles and elders, today a pile of trash stands before you. What should you do?!"

"Cut down the weak, destroy their souls, tear their sinews, strip their flesh, drink their blood to strengthen ourselves, let the Emperor witness our progress!"

The voices of Great Zhou's warriors shook the heavens. Many on the battlefield turned to look at them, as if these seventy were the true protagonists and the others mere background.

"So then… kill!"

Bai Yijian charged ahead, swinging his sword with earth-shattering power. Not that his cultivation was exceptionally high, but the weapon given to him by Ye Jiuyao was simply too powerful.

So powerful it ignored cultivation.

"One Sword—Slay Sword!"

Bai Yijian's strike seemed to span the stars, like a meteor from beyond the Milky Way, falling in an instant, carrying a chilling intent.

"What a terrifying weapon!"

"Slay him, or he'll surely become a future disaster!"

Angry shouts erupted on the battlefield. Those in the Western Desert realm who matched Bai Yijian's strength sprang forth, dozens charging at him.

"Yijian, be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Voices of concern rang out, but Bai Yijian paid them no heed, continuing to swing his sword faster and faster, as if lost in a trance.

"Slay!"

He had learned only this one sword technique, and Ye Jiuyao had taught him nothing else. Under her repeated guidance, he had honed this strike countless times.

One sword, earth-shattering!

The sword light shone like the moon at night, illuminating the world. Around Bai Yijian, it seemed as if a sword formation coalesced, sword rays swirling like rotating stars.

In a flash, it fell.

"Die!"

Bai Yijian's eyes snapped open, a white light flickering in his gaze. Dozens of figures collapsed like statues, bodies split in two, eyes filled with terror, dying without understanding how. It could be said they died with their eyes open in disbelief.

"Dead? Just like that?"

"How did he execute that sword?"

The forces of the Western Desert watched Bai Yijian, their eyes wide with shock, yet none could comprehend what had happened. Meanwhile, cheers erupted among the people of Central Heaven.

"Well done, truly like chopping wood!"

"Yijian, well done!"

…

The continuous cheers disrupted the Western Desert's morale. Where once they thought Great Zhou was merely struggling, now their confidence wavered.

During the grand contest, they had witnessed the duels of Bai Yijian and a few others, but none had truly believed in them.

Now, the Western Desert's forces began to reassess, but it was already too late. The people of Great Zhou began their slaughter.

Luo Yuanhuang stood out most vividly; his dragon-serpent robes were drenched in blood, his entire body soaked, eyes bloodshot, his weapon like the death scythe of a hellish reaper, each swing claiming a life.

"A bunch of weaklings! Let me see how many Fusion Qi cultivators you have!"

Luo Yuanhuang watched himself effortlessly slaughtering one Fusion Qi opponent after another, his ego swelling to the extreme. Meanwhile, Ye Han Zhou sensed danger and wanted to intervene, but Qi Duanzi's sword was already upon him.