A single drop of blood, yet it stirred the very forces of heaven and earth, surging forth like a tidal wave, setting the vast desert ablaze with boiling sands that crashed against the sky. Everyone trembled in fear!
The million-strong army of the foreign realm knelt in worship, prostrating themselves before it!
In an instant, countless stars beyond the domain trembled, and the entire cosmos seemed to quake. The sheer might was unimaginable, shaking the heavens and the earth, even causing the river of time to manifest.
A mere drop of blood had conjured such an incomprehensibly terrifying spectacle!
Everyone knew—this was the work of a supreme powerhouse from the foreign realm. Though their true form could not cross over, they had sent a single drop of blood across the abyss, descending upon this battlefield.
The drop of blood, crystalline and radiant, shimmered with an immortal five-colored light. Though small in size, its presence was overwhelming, pressing down on the universe itself, threatening to shatter it.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, many were gripped with terror. Even with the massive fortress as their defense, fear gnawed at their souls, making them tremble uncontrollably.
“I knew it—Meng Tianzheng has brought disaster upon us! I had already negotiated terms, yet he still ventured beyond the walls. If calamity strikes today, he will be remembered as a traitor for all eternity!” declared Jin Taijun.
The cultivators of various clans, including those of the Jin faction and the Du family, were too stunned to speak. The terrifying fluctuations left them pale-faced.
Many believed the Immortal Kings were invincible. What if they truly crossed over? What if the city fell?
“Surely… they won’t cross the boundary?” someone stammered—a high-ranking member of the Du family.
“Whether they cross or not has always been a fifty-fifty chance. It depends on their will!” Jin Taijun said, gripping her wooden staff.
Outside the Imperial Pass, the warriors who had ventured forth also paled. Though they were brave and fearless, the oppressive force weighed heavily upon them.
**Boom!**
Several immortal artifacts glowed, forming a barrier that released wisps of white mist—immortal qi—shielding them.
Yet, the drop of blood underwent a bizarre transformation, rapidly expanding like an ocean, engulfing the heavens and the earth in an overwhelming tide.
It was as if the apocalypse had arrived, shaking the mortal world. Everyone was gripped with terror, powerless to resist.
Beyond the domain, stars trembled and quaked, on the verge of shattering, as if they would collapse at any moment.
How could anyone not fear such a sight—a single drop of blood threatening to annihilate the world?
“Immortal King!”
At this moment, the million-strong army of the foreign realm, having finished their worship, erupted in fervent cries. Their faces were alight with fanaticism, reverence, and awe as they gazed upon the sea of blood.
The five-colored blood surged forth like a vast ocean, threatening to drown everything in its path.
“Banner of Iron and Blood, awaken now!” Meng Tianzheng roared, summoning the tattered battle banner into his grasp. With a mighty throw, he hurled it forward.
The worn banner, weathered by countless ages, unfurled with a heavy, ancient weight. As it expanded, its once-dull surface erupted with overwhelming killing intent, boiling into the heavens.
The banner stretched across the sky like a rolling galaxy, its flapping echoing like thunder. Radiant light burst forth, revealing stains of blood—though an era had passed, they had yet to fully dry.
For this was the blood of an Immortal King, now seeping from the banner as if ready to drip once more!
It carried an unimaginable presence, spanning time itself, eclipsing the sun and moon with its unparalleled power.
This was a supreme treasure, an artifact of the highest order—once the shroud of fallen Immortal Kings, carrying their corpses back from the battlefield. Their essence had long seeped into its fabric.
Now, the blood of the foreign realm’s Immortal King had provoked the banner, awakening the dormant blood of the fallen kings within.
For it recognized the aura of its ancient foe—a hatred spanning eternity, an enmity that could never be reconciled.
Though the drop of Immortal King’s blood was terrifying, manifesting as an ocean, the awakened Banner of Iron and Blood was even more dreadful, its immortal might shaking the world.
Normally, reviving the banner required an unimaginable infusion of divine power, a tremendous cost with no guarantee of success—only partial strength could be unleashed.
But this time was different. The banner had awakened on its own, the dormant blood of the Immortal Kings boiling with fury, as if eager to set the heavens ablaze.
This was the blood of fallen kings, infused with their unyielding battle will. Now, their war intent surged forth, sweeping across the heavens and earth, crashing forward in an unstoppable tide.
The banner unfurled endlessly, covering the sky. With a deafening crash, it shattered the five-colored sea of blood, reducing it back to a single drop—glistening like a miniature sun.
**Boom!**
The banner flapped violently once more, sweeping over the drop of blood and absorbing it entirely. Faintly, the sound of immortal fury echoed—the wrath of kings, the roars of fallen heroes.
In the next moment, silence fell. All terrifying phenomena vanished.
Only the banner remained, floating in the air, its dark-red surface now subdued, its ancient aura receding.
None could help but shudder. The banner was far more terrifying than imagined—a drop of true blood from an Immortal King had been refined and absorbed in an instant.
The foreign army, moments ago in frenzied worship, now stood frozen, as if turned to stone.
Had the drop of blood truly been taken just like that?
The Banner of Iron and Blood had awakened swiftly, but after consuming the blood, it dimmed once more.
“Kill!” Meng Tianzheng roared, personally wielding the banner as he swept it toward the foreign army. The banner transformed into a vast landscape, where countless towering figures roared—echoes of despair from the end of an era, eyes filled with unyielding defiance. Their spirits ignited into blazing battle intent, charging toward the enemy.
In this moment, the past was relived. The fallen heroes seemed to step forth from the banner, joining the fight.
The void was filled with countless figures, the souls of the departed, howling as they shook the world.
“Kill!” Countless voices roared—the defiance of the Immortal Ancient Era, the resistance against the apocalypse, now reborn. The banner surged forward, unleashing destruction.
“Retreat!” The foreign realm’s supreme experts were shaken. Activating their immortal artifacts—the Cosmic Pouch, the Violet-Gold Hammer, and others—they resisted while the Cosmic Pouch swallowed vast numbers of their troops, allowing them to retreat swiftly.
This battle had been a defeat. Chi Pu had been captured, his fate uncertain. They no longer wished to fight.
But most of all, the loss of the Immortal King’s blood had terrified them, leaving them wary and fearful.
**Boom!**
Though protected by immortal artifacts, the banner’s sweep still enveloped tens of thousands. With a single shake, it lifted them into the air before reducing them to dust with a mere tremor.
Such was the horror of a supreme treasure—its true power was unimaginable.
The foreign army retreated at full speed, shielded by their artifacts as they fled to the ends of the earth.
The Cosmic Pouch had swallowed many, but more importantly, the artifacts formed a towering barrier of light, carrying them away in a desperate escape.
“Kill!” Inspired by Meng Tianzheng’s assault, the commanders who had followed him out of the city roared with battle fervor, channeling their energy to empower the immortal artifacts.
The invincible elders, such as Elder Qingmu, were no exception, wielding the Ten Realms Diagram and the Nine Phoenix Furnace in pursuit.
“Kill!” Even within the Imperial Pass, many could no longer contain their excitement. Even members of the Wang, Du, and Pixiu clans felt their blood boiling.
When had they ever seen such a sight? The defenders of the Imperial Pass were chasing the foreign army, striking fear into their hearts. It was exhilarating, unprecedented.
This battle had been immensely satisfying. Even the great clans within the city could no longer remain idle—many experts roared and charged out, eager to join the slaughter.
The desert was vast, but the immortal artifacts moved with incredible speed, swiftly crossing the abyss and reaching the horizon.
**Boom!**
The artifacts struck again, reducing more foreign cultivators to bloody mist.
Though the Cosmic Pouch and the Ten Realms Diagram provided protection, some still perished under the onslaught.
**Thud!**
Suddenly, the Grand Elder halted, signaling for the others to stop as well.
Beyond the abyss, terrifying figures loomed—like ancient demonic mountains standing amidst immortal mist, motionless yet oppressive beyond measure.
These were beings who had surpassed the pinnacle of mortal power.
They did not move, merely observing the abyss, as if contemplating a way to breach it.
The pursuing forces fell silent, their battle cries ceasing as they gazed into the distance.
“Fall back,” Meng Tianzheng said weakly, coughing up blood.
“Grand Elder!”
“Elder Meng!”
Many cried out in alarm, fearing for his condition. After all, he had single-handedly slain several supreme experts—such a feat could not come without cost.
“I am fine,” Meng Tianzheng said, though his face was pale. With one last glance toward the horizon—filled with regret and unwillingness—he muttered, “When will we ever be able to strike back?”
With that, the defenders of the Imperial Pass escorted the Grand Elder back.
None had expected such a resounding victory!
As they neared the city, they roared once more in triumph, their voices shaking the heavens. Cheers erupted from within the walls.
Yet, many remained cautious. They knew this was far from over.
The Jin faction, in particular, was gripped with fear. The Du and Pixiu clans were uneasy as well—Meng Tianzheng had returned alive. Would there be retribution?
Many speculated that conflict between Meng Tianzheng and Jin Taijun was inevitable.
At this moment, Jin Taijun clenched her staff so tightly her knuckles turned white—a sign of her inner turmoil.
She knew all too well: Meng Tianzheng’s return spelled trouble for her.
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