As Yang Hao and his allies were secretly discussing their plans, the Senate, as Ling Ziyun had predicted, erupted into chaos.
The three hundred elders, upon learning of the Ten Swords Sect’s betrayal, were furious beyond measure. They were eager to rush out and wipe out the traitors of the Ten Swords Sect along with Yang Hao.
However, at this critical moment, the nine senior elders displayed their seasoned experience. They quickly quelled the elders’ anger, promptly reorganized the defensive lines, and assessed the resources currently available.
The situation was indeed perilous. The elders realized that within just one year, they seemed to have lost everything they could possibly lose. The only thing left was the mountain beneath their feet.
The nine senior elders understood the current situation better than anyone else. The trap they had once laid for Yang Hao’s Dan Ding Sect seemed to have returned to haunt them. The daily consumption of the three hundred elders was not merely rice; like Yang Hao, they required large amounts of herbs and energy to sustain their daily cultivation. Without these resources, the Senate could hardly survive.
The current crisis stemmed from losing five hundred core planets, the Ten Swords Sect, and their family army, leaving the elders cut off from material supplies.
After the Qianlong Pavilion returned, the senior elders gathered for a long time inside the Dan Ding Sect’s cave dwelling to protect the Zunzhi guardian. They dared not recklessly move the guardian’s physical body and feared Yang Hao’s Flame-Fusing Bow, so they took turns standing watch over the guardian.
Who could have imagined that Yang Hao’s side would act so quickly and strike so fiercely, pushing them into a corner in an instant.
The senior elders naturally wanted to retaliate immediately, longing to reduce Yang Hao to dust and condemn him to eternal suffering.
However, they had long since missed the best opportunity to eliminate Yang Hao. Today’s Yang Hao, as the empire’s most powerful military official, commanded the entire Western Territory and had numerous experts under his command. More than ten sword master groups were stationed within the Dan Ding Sword Sect, and even the Xingshang Zonghui had placed forty sword master groups under his control.
If the Elder Mountain truly engaged in a direct confrontation with the Dan Ding Sect, they might have the chance to kill Yang Hao, but the centuries of accumulation by the Senate would inevitably be severely damaged, possibly leading to mutual destruction. This would provide opportunities for the imperial court and other forces.
This was a dilemma, a deadly situation.
It was Yang Hao’s grand scheme to annihilate the Senate. The senior elders could never have imagined that the trap they had laid would eventually return to haunt them. Such is the retribution of the present world.
At this moment, within the Dan Ding cave dwelling, before the至尊’s physical body, the nine senior elders were present.
Xian Lan, dressed in Yaoji’s black gown but without a veil, knelt before the elders, looking pitiful and helpless.
“Every time you say you can kill Yang Hao, what happens?” Elder Heifeng rebuked Xian Lan. “You handed the Ten Swords Sect over to you, yet you presented it to Yang Hao with both hands!”
“Master… I didn’t give it to Yang Hao. I wish he were dead immediately!” Xian Lan raised her head, saying forcefully.
“What happened?” Heifeng, seeing her retort, became even angrier. “Yang Hao is alive and well, embracing beauties and ruling the seas.”
“That’s because he’s too powerful,” Xian Lan wept. “I did everything I could.”
“Did you?” Heifeng sneered. “Then why didn’t you kill Kan Ling?”
Xian Lan trembled, kneeling even lower, too afraid to respond.
“What’s the use of scolding her? Let’s think about what we can do,” Tian Ce was the only one sitting, still not recovered since his serious injuries from the Qianlong Pavilion battle.
The eight elders’ gazes focused on the chief elder, Wu Yi.
Elder Wu Yi sighed deeply, then turned to bow respectfully toward the至尊’s physical body: “Master bestowed upon me authority and granted me the Senate, yet we have fallen into this state. If the Master returns from his celestial journey, how can we face him?”
These words made everyone feel heavy.
But Wu Yi suddenly changed the subject: “Up until now, this is also an opportunity for us. We have lost everything, there’s nothing more to lose. We might as well take a chance and let Yang Hao and the old emperor know our true strength.”
“How do we proceed?” Heifeng clenched his fists. “Shall we immediately gather people and storm the Dan Ding Sword Sect?”
Elder Wu Yi shook his head: “What is the most powerful thing on Elder Mountain?”
“The three hundred elders?” Heifeng’s words made the other elders frown.
“If Elder Mountain is a gun, the three hundred elders are the gun body, while we nine seniors are the gun tip. The gun body can be severed at any time, but the gun tip is unbreakable.” Elder Wu Yi’s expression was cold and severe. “Next, it’s time for us to do something, just like the war of the thirty-six imperial branches. It’s time for us to change the world.”
“Heh…” Tian Ce seemed to understand Wu Yi’s plan.
“Exactly,” Wu Yi nodded. “We will go to kill Emperor Yinglie!”
“What?” At least three senior elders exclaimed in shock, while Xian Lan, kneeling on the ground, was even more horrified.
“Master!” Xian Lan was in extreme panic, crawling a few steps on the ground. “Master? Don’t kill my father. I will make him come to apologize, make him apologize to all the masters. Please don’t kill him.”
“Apologize?” Wu Yi sneered. “Can his mistakes be atoned for? At the time of the Dragon Trap, we already gave him a chance. What was the result?”
“Master!” Xian Lan cried out in tears, her whole body trembling, unable to speak anymore, only kneeling repeatedly.
Elder Wu Yi waved his hand, and Xian Lan was already spitting blood and flying far away. This Yaoji, who had been cultivated for over a decade, had never before been harmed by the elders.
Elder Wu Yi was furious: “Xian Lan! We raised you like our own daughter since childhood, nurtured you with care, yet how have you repaid us? You promised to assist us, yet in reality, you’ve always been scheming千方百计to exonerate your father, helping him evade danger. You may be a dutiful daughter, but are you worthy of the Senate that raised and educated you?”
Xian Lan fell to the ground, her heart more painful than her injuries, almost unable to move. Blood flowed from her meridians, trickling down from the corners of her mouth.
Xian Lan knew deep in her heart that Elder Wu Yi had not wronged her. Although Xian Lan had always been a妖姬 (Yaoji), devotedly serving the Senate and even orchestrating the Dragon Trap and the Killing Trap, in the end, everything she did was still for her father, Emperor Yinglie. After all, the bond between father and daughter ran deep. Xian Lan understood her father’s rebellious intentions toward the elders, but she believed that in this world, no one could truly defeat the Senate. Therefore, she could only secretly act as a mediator on behalf of her father, hoping that when the day arrived that the situation could no longer be salvaged, she could leave the royal family with one last chance at survival.
But who would have known that in this world, there really existed someone who could be the Senate’s nemesis.
When Yang Hao appeared, Xian Lan already understood that sooner or later, there would be a battle between Elder Mountain and the royal family, and Yang Hao would be the one to deliver the final blow.
Now, everything has become a reality, but what can Xian Lan do?
Seeing Xian Lan almost unable to refute, Elder Heifeng was even more furious. He rushed forward, summoning his artifact: “I want your life!”
But before Elder Heifeng’s artifact could fall, Elder Rongli’s figure flashed, already slapping four handprint marks on Xian Lan’s face with a series of slaps. With full hatred, he grabbed the woman and with a wave of his hand, threw her into a shielded barrier.
Elder Heifeng was dissatisfied but withdrew his artifact. Even he, no matter how foolish, understood that Rongli was reluctant to kill his own apprentice, thus saving her life. However, since no one else spoke, Heifeng could not insist on killing her.
“Enough!” Elder Wu Yi pretended not to notice Heifeng’s discontent. “In three days, have all the elders guard the Supreme One’s physical body. The nine of us will storm the palace and take Emperor Yinglie’s life! Let’s see if Yang Hao can still turn the heavens upside down?”
Elder Wu Yi looked into the distance, as if he could see through the thick stone walls, across several days into the future, seeing Emperor Yinglie’s final struggle before death.
And Yang Hao’s Dan Ding Sect would not be far from destruction.
Three days, how much can be done?
The seemingly silent capital was quietly changing. The empire’s old ministers and important officials were fleeing the Milky Way for vacations faster than ever. The sword master groups of the Xingshang Zonghui and the Western Territory were secretly entering Earth, only to then vanish without a trace.
The Senate was not unaware of these traces, but they had their own plans. The seniors believed that as long as this plan was implemented, the sky of the entire empire would be overturned, and the Senate could immediately turn defeat into victory.
The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed to drip from the sky. The wind passed through the forest outside the imperial city, blowing on people, making them feel chilly.
Tonight, the imperial city was more silent than usual. Occasionally, small teams of imperial guards passed by, only the整齐的步伐声 and相互致意的口令呼喝.
The barrier made up of radar and gravitational devices was naturally invisible, but if a bird flew by, it would suddenly hit a transparent screen mid-flight and be shaken to the ground.
After several battles, the defense of the imperial city had now become outwardly relaxed but inwardly tight. It seemed easy for common people to launch an attack, but in reality, it was extremely difficult.
The main defense of the imperial city tonight was the Imperial Guard’s “Wind Sword Group,” secretly established by Qin Feng and repeatedly rebuilt after numerous battles. The commander of the Wind Sword Group had already experienced countless battles. The three terrifying scars on his face stood as proof of this.
The commander was leading a small team of imperial guards down the long steps when he inadvertently looked up and was startled by an unusual scene.
Under the bright light of the artificial moon, nine black dots, like smoke, slowly infiltrated the defensive barrier composed of gravitational devices, not triggering even a single alarm.
This method of infiltration was truly unbelievable. The commander stood there for a moment, forgetting to raise the alarm, until those smoke-like figures completely seeped into the imperial city and quickly floated toward the emperor’s sleeping quarters. Only then did he suddenly remember.
“There are assassins!!” The commander shouted desperately, “There are assassins!!”
But before his voice could fully escape, he noticed that his brothers-in-arms behind him had already fallen to the ground, their faces turning blue-black, already dead.
His voice could no longer come out because the ghost elder’s cold, almost living hand had already gripped his throat.
The ghost elder looked at the corpses of the imperial guards on the ground, satisfiedly patted his hands, and followed his companions toward Emperor Yinglie’s sleeping quarters.
When the nine people stood before the sleeping quarters, their feelings were different. But their moods were generally very complicated. It was said that hundreds of years ago, this imperial city was built by the Supreme Ruler (Zunzhi) using supreme divine methods for the royal family. If that was the case, the sleeping quarters should also retain some of the Supreme Ruler’s divine power.
The nine people exchanged glances, sharing a silent understanding, and positioned themselves at the nine directions of the sleeping quarters, each placing their palms against the thick stone walls.
These nine individuals, the most powerful beings in the universe, would have found it easy to kill Emperor Yinglie. However, they also intended to use this assassination to send a message to the world that the Senate was irreversible and unchallengeable.
Therefore, they resolved to bury Emperor Yinglie, using the sleeping quarters and the imperial city built by the Supreme One, to completely entomb the entire royal family.
The nine senior elders simultaneously exerted their strength, causing the sky to tremble. Crimson clouds suddenly gathered in one place, but compared to the immense power radiated by the elders, it was too weak.
A shock spread from the core of the earth.
The first crack began crawling from the foundation of the sleeping quarters, like a worm creeping forward in the night, slowly extending, like an uncontrollable flood, beginning to densely cover the green stone walls of the sleeping quarters.
“Roar!”
“Roar!”
Nine shouts, like a trumpet reaching the heavens, shook the crimson clouds. Blinding light descended from the sky, unleashing unimaginable energy. The palace constructed by the Supreme One began to tremble and collapse.
The huge green stone blocks began to crush. The golden tiles were exploded into powder by the floating power in the air. One by one, the crystal windows turned into gas in less than a second.
The entire sleeping quarters rapidly collapsed under the power of the nine senior elders.
But this was only the beginning.
The entire imperial city was continuously collapsing, like a disaster, an unprecedented earthquake.
Following the sleeping quarters came the grand palace. The elders’ power did not simply vanish into the air; the nine elders had no intention of letting it fade away. Thus, this power gathered within the great palace. One by one, thick stone pillars succumbed to the energy of heaven and earth’s creation, collapsing like building blocks into rubble.
The hundreds of pillars supporting the entire great palace exploded with a deafening wail before shattering. The roof fell, tearing into fragments before it even touched the ground, and the golden steps representing imperial power dissolved into liquid, flowing like golden lava.
And this was not yet over.
The ten-thousand-level long steps also collapsed. The super-long steps, the most iconic symbol of the imperial city that inspired awe, fell apart layer by layer, like a domino effect—unstoppable, sigh-inducing, resolute yet melancholy.
The palaces where officials and the royal family resided also collapsed.
The imperial guards’ quarters also collapsed.
The towering walls of the imperial city also collapsed.
Even the highest military power in the imperial city, the black palace where Qin Feng resided, also collapsed in the night wind’s wailing sound.
The entire imperial city, which had stood for five hundred years since the至尊 built it, was completely reduced to rubble under the full force of the nine senior elders. This was a mountain-like pile of rubble hundreds of meters high.
“From today, the empire will no longer have an imperial city.” Elder Wu Yi, along with the eight seniors, stood on the top of the rubble mountain, looking at the chaos around and the imperial guards crying and shouting as they gathered.
The cold wind blew sand and gravel, brushing against the seniors’ faces, making them feel the weight of history.
This city, built by the Supreme Being and symbolizing the empire’s ultimate imperial power, ultimately concluded its mission in the hands of the Supreme Being’s disciples. If only the wind could truly blow from the past, through the present, and onward to the future.
Perhaps it could also carry away the seniors’ melancholy.
From today, the empire will no longer have a royal family.
Wu Yi didn’t say this, but it was deeply engraved in the hearts of the seniors. They had ended an era with their own hands—the era left behind by the Zhi Zun. When they felt the warm and familiar power of the Zhi Zun once again, they truly experienced a surge of emotion.
“Really?” A voice came from the top of the rubble of the sleeping quarters above Elder Wu Yi.
Elder Wu Yi was not too surprised. They had already anticipated that Emperor Yinglie would not be so easy to kill, after all, he was a peak saint realm expert. There would still be a fierce battle today.
But when he turned around, standing at the highest point of the entire ruins was an old man in a black robe, lightly holding a sword between two fingers.
It was not Emperor Yinglie, but the true guardian of this imperial city, the old sword saint who had never tasted defeat and had fought against the Senate until today.
“Where is Ni Ran?” Wu Yi asked.
“He is not here.” The old sword saint lightly waved his sword, as if using it to caress the wind. “Is it not enough for me to accompany you all?”
“Old bastard!” Black Wind immediately insulted the old sword saint.
“Who isn’t?” The old sword saint laughed. “Who isn’t a bastard? Who isn’t a bastard who blocks the development of the world with his own strength?”
“This is our world!” Wu Yi roared, and the nine senior elders simultaneously extended their hands toward the old sword saint. The power that could choke the heavens and earth gathered in the nine palms. “Where is Ni Ran? Let him come out and die.”
“Tonight, I am enough.” The old sword saint casually waved his sword. “The children have all gone, I cannot leave. I have been here for over a hundred years, I cannot leave. I am the guardian of this place, the watchman. I must help the children guard the house.”
“Can you guard it?” Wu Yi’s face was twisted with rage, pointing at the rubble under his feet. “It’s all destroyed, the entire imperial city. Did you guard it?”
“You are wrong.” The old sword saint shook his head and laughed loudly. “The imperial city is me, I am the imperial city. As long as I am here, the royal family is here. I am the sky of the royal family, the land of the royal family, the city and palace of the royal family.”
“Then die, die!!!” Wu Yi roared. “Tonight is your death day, old bastard. Let’s settle the accounts of two hundred years.”
Nine beams of scorching light shot from the palms of the seniors toward the old sword saint.
“Long sword, still in hand!” The old sword saint’s sword lightly rotated into an infinitely brilliant arc. The nine beams of power sufficient to collapse the imperial city vanished without a trace under the old sword saint’s sword rotation.
However, the old man’s long beard and long robe were suddenly caught in a sudden gust of wind, swirling wildly.
“Artifacts!!” Wu Yi shouted wildly.
The nine senior elders simultaneously summoned their respective artifacts. From Wu Yi’s bosom, a milky-white small sword flew out for the first time, rushing toward the old sword saint’s face.
The ghost elder’s dragon-slaying nail descended from the sky, sharp and piercing.
Thousand Souls Town! Auspicious Cloud Chain!
A total of nine artifacts, each imbued with over a century’s worth of energy from the universe, fell upon the old sword saint.
“Heh!” The old sword saint sighed. His entire body’s saintly light had reached its peak, while another golden light was quietly brewing.
It was a seed, hidden for a hundred years, ready to take root and sprout today, but fate is unpredictable, and no one can achieve perfection.
The old sword saint turned his sword edge and collided with the nine artifacts.
The heavens and earth trembled, and everything turned black for a moment.
Even a corner of the universe cracked due to this world-shaking collision.
The golden light in the old sword saint’s body suddenly burst into the most brilliant color, like a flower that blooms only once in a lifetime, desperately absorbing the energy released in this collision.
“Divine Domain Light?” Wu Yi was stunned. Although it lasted only for an instant, he had already seen the Divine Domain Light hidden within the Old Sword Saint’s body—it was indeed the unique light of the Zun.
Could it be that this guardian of the royal family, this opponent who had never been defeated by the elders, had actually become a god?
The old sword saint’s eyes dimmed. After receiving the power of the nine artifacts, his divine domain light rapidly withered, eventually slowly dissipating and disappearing.
This seed of becoming a god was thus extinguished.
If there had been no tonight, if there had been no such battle, perhaps the old Sword Saint could truly have become a god, just as the至尊had left behind.
“I am a god, and there will be another god after me.”
Even if the Senate gathered the strongest beings in the universe over several centuries, and even if the至尊 destroyed all paths to godhood, they could never prevent certain individuals in this world from relying on their own insights and creations to once again enter the divine realm.
Wu Yi and the others stared in awe as the Light of the Old Sword Saint’s Divine Domain expanded and then faded away.
They forgot to attack, as if everything in the world had vanished in an instant; all they could see was a miracle unfolding before them.
And this miracle is about to wither away.
The old sword saint swung his sword, his face pale and his hair and beard severed: “Indeed formidable. Even a Zun might struggle to withstand the combined strike of the nine stewards. You strike again, and I shall surely die.”
“The first in five hundred years,” the ghost elder suddenly said. “That’s you, old man.”
This is the highest praise, not from a friend, but from the lips of an enemy. Although the old swordsman and the senate have been in conflict for centuries, the senators couldn’t bear to even crush his bones and suck out the marrow.
Yet they still had to say it, because what they faced was a true enemy, an undying myth that generations of elders had never been able to defeat.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, the old sword saint had already drawn the attention of the Elders. At that time, the current stewards were not yet in their positions. With his self-realized sword techniques, the old sword saint consecutively defeated several Elders but refused to join the Elder Council. From then on, he began a thirty-year-long pursuit and escape—thirty years on the run, hunted relentlessly.
Two hundred and twenty years ago, the old sword saint finally reached the peak of the Holy Domain, while at that time, Wu Yi had just become an executive elder.
That transcended the slaughter of history. It erupted countless times among these people.
The old sword saint grew stronger in every battle. Not only did he fight himself, but he also trained disciples, entered the imperial city, and even became the protector of the entire royal family.
During these two hundred years, the Senate’s assassination attempts were countless—numbering in the thousands. They expended even dozens, or even hundreds, of Sacred Domain experts, including those at the peak of the Sacred Domain, yet no one has ever managed to defeat this old man.
If Yang Hao is the undying war god.
The old swordsman was an undefeated legend.
This is the most incredible and indestructible myth in the universe.
And yet, it must come to an end tonight.
Throughout one’s life, there must always be a perfect closing act. Tonight is the final performance of the old sword saint.
He was laughing heartily, just as arrogantly and fiercely as he had been in his youth, pointing his sword at his opponent with utter disdain, relishing in his moment of glory.
The nine stewards once again brandished their respective treasures. They had already discerned that the earlier burst of divine light from the Earth Domain had completely drained the Old Sword Saint’s strength. Except for the vital energy he was using to protect his own life, he had practically no power left to resist another attack.
The myth of invincibility seemed on the verge of being shattered.
The deacons were not pleased; their sacred treasures felt heavier than ever when they were summoned. Destroying an enemy who had plagued them across multiple lifetimes did not bring joy.
“Die!” said Wu Yi. “We’ll have Ni Ran buried with you.”
“You are wrong,” the old sword master said, forcefully plunging his sword into the rubble beside him. The blade that had accompanied him throughout his life finally slipped from his fingertips. “It is you who will be buried with me. Jaran has already left; he has gone to the place where you all came from.”
“What?” The deacons were startled, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.
As if to confirm their suspicions, a rumbling thunder echoed from the horizon. In the direction of Yuanlao Mountain, strange lights flashed, and dark clouds together with lightning shrouded the mountaintop.
“They ambushed the Old Hill?” Wu Yi suddenly woke up in alarm. “Is it today?”
“It’s today,” the old sword saint said, stretching out his finger. “My disciples, Jia Ran and Qin Feng, along with my heir Yang Hao, have already gathered everyone. Today, we will level Yuanlao Mountain.”
“How dare you!!” Wu Yi’s eyes were so angry that they seemed ready to bleed.
“It’s already in progress,” the old swordsman said with a hearty laugh.
The end of everything will be tonight, when the Nine Stewards’ Elders launch a full-scale assassination attempt on Emperor Yinglie. At the same time, the royal family and the Dan Ding Sword Sect, who have been preparing for a long while, will also mobilize all their forces to besiege the Elders’ Mountain.
The greatest battle ever to take place in the universe happened tonight, all at once.
When the Nine Stewards reduced the imperial city to rubble, Yang Hao’s forces had likely already razed the estate of the Sword Sect, and the sword masters of the Dan Ding Sect were already setting foot upon the forbidden territory of the Elders’ Mountain.
“We can return anytime, even after killing you,” Wu Yih clenched his teeth, his voice filled with resentment yet calm. “Haven’t you thought about that? We’re always able to make it back in time—how can this even be called a sneak attack?”
“What if you can’t go back?”
“Relying on you alone?!” The nine artifacts simultaneously unleashed their powers, emitting deafening whistles through the air, and solidly struck the space right in front of the old swordsman saint’s chest.
The blinding light from the explosion passed through the old sword saint’s body, making it seem as insubstantial as mist.
Only at this moment did Wu Yi begin to sense something strange. Around him, without knowing when, countless people had appeared. Right beneath the pile of rubble, there were thousands of black-clad figures. They varied in age and appearance, yet seemed like a single entity, possessing identical power. These people were neither palace guards, sword masters, nor any renowned experts he had encountered before. They were entirely unfamiliar, even blank, as if from nowhere.
The situation of the old sword saint was even more peculiar. His body was no longer solid; before the nine treasures launched their second strike, the old sword saint had already transformed into a mass of milky white mist, dispersing into the dark night wind.
A cold wind blew across his chest, swirling with white eddies, carrying the milky mist away from his back and stretching out a long, white ribbon that danced in the wind.
It is as if the spring breeze has swept through, stirring the cherry blossoms into a swirling dance across the lake’s surface.
“It’s time to end this,” the old swordsman said, looking at Wu Yi and the demon elder. “I’m old, we’re all old. It’s time for us to take our final bow.”
“What are you going to do?” Wu Yi felt a bit panicked. He sensed something unusual.
“We’ve been fighting for over two hundred years. Don’t you find it tiring?” the old sword saint said bitterly. “I’m tired. I don’t even want to be a god anymore. If the Supreme wants to become the sole deity, let him have it his way. This burden of exhaustion, he alone is willing to bear it. Everyone, dear companions of my hundred years, today, let us all grow old together.”
As the old sword saint spoke, the milky white mist rushed away wildly, yet it formed a white net across the sky above the imperial city—a white barrier.
“He’s going to create a closed space!” the ghost elder realized first, but it was already too late, and he was at a loss for what to do.
“Hmph!” the old sword saint grew increasingly weary, “Save your strength. This barrier is built with my very life force—a final effort from an old man who nearly reached the divine realm. You cannot open it. None of you can.”
“You’re going to trap us here?” Black Wind’s face was filled with fear. “You’re willing to sacrifice your own life just to keep us trapped so that Yang Hao can capture Yuanlao Mountain?”
The old sword saint’s increasingly thin and dim body still stood firm against the wind. His proud demeanor truly showed no fear towards the nine stewards. For hundreds of years, he had never been defeated, and even in his final moments, he remained undefeated.
The ghost elder and the heavenly strategy elder had continuously attempted to break through the barrier several times, and even deployed the treasures of all nine attendants together, yet they always fell short of success.
The deacons were horrified to discover that the barrier set up by the old sword saint was even more solid than the Ghostly Barrier, making it truly unbreakable.
“Old bastard!!” Wu Yi pointed at the old sword saint and roared, “Have you gone mad? Have you lost your mind? How long do you think you can hold us here by yourself? How much spiritual energy do you possibly have to contain us?”
The sounds of battle from Yuanlao Mountain seemed to reach even here. The hearts of the Nine Stewards pounded like war drums. They knew all too well that tonight, Yang Hao and Emperor Yinglie would certainly deploy all their elites. The situation at Yuanlao Mountain was extremely urgent. Without the nine of them holding the line, it would likely be difficult to resist the assault with only the three hundred elders already stationed there.
Could it be that the last remaining bloodline of the Supreme One is also destined to come to an end?
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