Once, they had participated in the most earth-shattering battle in the Borderlands, bathed in the blood of countless enemies, and returned with only remnants of their lives. Forced to refine themselves into puppets, these were the few veterans who had fought against the foreign realms!
Yet now, they were compelled to turn their blades against the descendants of the Nine Heavens. Driven to this point, it was a tragedy and a helplessness. Their spears should have been aimed at the enemies beyond, yet now, within the Nine Heavens, there were those who targeted them.
“Release me… let me down!” Wang Ji screamed, pinned mid-air, writhing in unbearable agony.
Blood dripped along the black metal shaft of the spear, a gruesome sight. Wang Ji couldn’t move, only wail in torment as the spear’s edge annihilated his soul.
“Fellow Daoists, please show mercy. Some matters can be resolved with words. We have yet to act against Shi Hao, yet you impale Wang Ji’s chest and slay our clansmen—is this not excessive?” Wang Zhen spoke, having retreated far away.
That war chariot was truly extraordinary, inscribed with intricate bone scripts, evading the five veterans’ assault like a streak of light.
The ferocious beast pulling the chariot had been cast aside, yet the chariot itself moved like lightning.
The Wang Clan members tensed, gripping their weapons tightly as they retreated, avoiding the five veterans.
Silence reigned across the battlefield.
Everyone was stunned. The Wang Clan’s thousands had surrounded the Heavenly Deity Academy, yet in mere moments, over a hundred had been slaughtered, crushed into corpses.
“You dare speak of excess? Leading thousands to besiege the Heavenly Deity Academy, openly declaring your intent to capture Shi Hao—yet now you claim you haven’t acted? Should we wait for your blades to press against our necks before resisting?” Cao Yusheng retorted.
The five veterans’ combat prowess surpassed all expectations. The Wang Clan’s elites, their trump cards, had been cut down like vegetables, over a hundred slain in moments.
“Release Wang Ji. We can discuss this calmly,” Wang Zhen said, his tone still composed, his white hair and youthful face exuding an immortal aura.
Wang Ji was his descendant, a notable expert within the clan. He couldn’t bear to watch his kin die.
“Kill him,” Shi Hao commanded without hesitation.
“The lineage of the Heavenly Horned Ant shall not be insulted!” The veteran leader flicked his spear, and with a sickening crunch, Wang Ji let out a final scream before exploding into a mist of blood.
A Wang Clan expert had fallen, as easily as slicing radishes or chopping cabbage—swift and brutal.
“You—!” Wang Zhen’s face darkened with fury. He could no longer remain composed. The enemy had slain a key figure of the Wang Clan without hesitation.
The gathered clans shuddered. The five veterans instilled fear, even in death, their presence enough to dominate the battlefield.
All knew this matter would not end peacefully—it could escalate into something far greater.
“Form the battle array! Deploy all war platforms! Since you show no mercy, do not blame the Wang Clan for responding in kind. We shall suppress you fiends with violence!” Wang Zhen’s voice turned icy.
At his command, bronze platforms emerged among the soldiers, linking them together, unleashing a terrifying aura.
This was the Wang Clan’s war formation, passed down through generations, a formation that had claimed countless victories against other immortal clans.
“Who are you calling fiends?” Shi Hao roared.
These five veterans had survived a hundred battles in the Immortal Ancient era, sealing themselves as puppets to protect the Nine Heavens. Their deeds were beyond reproach.
Shi Hao’s rage was palpable. The Wang Clan’s words had crossed a line.
“Insult me if you will, but do not slander these elders. Ask anyone here—who dares call them fiends?!” Shi Hao’s voice thundered.
“You claim they are veterans of the Immortal Ancient era—where is your proof? This is merely your attempt to manipulate public opinion. Let our warriors test their true strength!” Wang Zhen sneered.
Boom!
The bronze platforms among the Wang Clan forces glowed, their ancient scars now infused with dao patterns, making them even more fearsome.
These platforms had weathered countless battles, baptized in blood and fire.
“Advance! Attack!” Wang Zhen commanded.
His white hair fluttered, his immortal aura replaced by killing intent. His demeanor shifted drastically in an instant.
Thousands of soldiers raised their weapons, advancing as one. This was no mere skirmish—the platforms trembled, weaving bone scripts that enveloped the sky.
Every soldier was shielded within the formation!
This was the Wang Clan’s ancient killing array, capable of slaying gods and demons.
Seeing the formation activate, members of other immortal clans paled. Their ancestors had fallen to this very array.
“Break through! Crush them all!” the golden ant shouted, disgusted by the Wang Clan’s arrogance and hypocrisy.
The thousands advanced like a steel tide, shaking the heavens. The world itself seemed to tremble.
This was the Wang Clan’s full might, unleashed without restraint.
Crack!
As the soldiers aimed their weapons at the five veterans, lightning split the sky, and chaotic energy surged within the formation.
It was as if an ancient monstrosity had awakened, its presence overwhelming.
“Roar—!” A gray beast emerged—a simian head, a wolf’s body, a serpent’s tail, and black bat wings. A savage, prehistoric horror.
This was but the first of many. Hundreds of platforms could summon such beasts—an unimaginable force.
“Kill!”
The thousands roared as one, their voices shaking the world.
Even Shi Hao, the golden ant, and Cao Yusheng were stunned. They had underestimated the Wang Clan’s power.
Dozens more prehistoric beasts materialized, their auras crushing the very air.
This was a formation designed to slay peerless experts!
“Elders, be careful!” Shi Hao warned.
The five veterans stood together, their weapons carving through the void like divine blades, their killing intent chilling the heavens.
Dao symbols flickered around them, cold and ruthless, as if summoned from the Netherworld.
“Break the formation!”
The veteran leader commanded, and the five charged forward, their bodies colliding with the Wang Clan’s grand array.
“Slash!”
A veteran’s black halberd cleaved through the first beast, slaying it instantly.
The crowd gasped. The veterans had shaken the formation in their first strike.
“Full activation! Unleash all platforms! Annihilate them!” Wang Zhen barked.
Hundreds of platforms blazed, summoning more beasts. The sky cracked under their pressure.
“Submit!” Wang Zhen smirked, unfurling an ancient decree—a relic from the previous era, infused with unfathomable power.
Boom!
The veterans’ assault was halted. The formation’s barrier held firm, reinforced by the decree.
This was no ordinary artifact—it bore the aura of an immortal decree, possibly a fragment of a supreme treasure.
The situation had turned dire. The Wang Clan had come prepared.
“Break!”
The veteran leader hurled a tattered banner into the formation.
Boom!
The Wang Clan’s platforms trembled. The summoned beasts wailed in fear.
Most crucially, Wang Zhen’s decree fragment ignited, crumbling to ash.
“That… that’s an Immortal War Banner?!” Wang Zhen’s face drained of color.
“A banner soaked in the blood of countless foes. Though only five of us remain, the banner still stands,” the veteran murmured, as if reminiscing.
With the decree destroyed, the banner shattered dozens of platforms. The five veterans stormed in, slaughtering all in their path.
The formation was broken—just like that.
Like tigers among sheep, they carved through the Wang Clan’s forces, weapons shattering, blood spraying.
“Kill!” Wang Zhen roared, forced to fight as a veteran closed in. His ancient chariot couldn’t outpace them.
Clang!
His treasure was sent flying, the chariot barely shielding him from a fatal blow.
“Stop!” he bellowed.
But the veteran ignored him, pressing the attack.
Wang Zhen was powerful, a transcendent expert, yet he feared these veterans—remnants of the Immortal Ancient era. He unleashed another decree fragment, aiming to obliterate his foe.
Yet the veteran’s body flared with immortal runes, shattering the decree.
“The Heavenly Horned Ant bestowed these protective runes. A mere fragment of a decree cannot harm us.”
Thud!
The other four arrived. Five weapons pierced Wang Zhen simultaneously, pinning him in place.
“Ah—!”
Wang Zhen thrashed, his soul trapped within his body, unable to escape.
“Stop! There’s still room for negotiation!” he pleaded, desperate to live.
“Unnecessary.” A veteran swung his halberd, bisecting Wang Zhen. Blood gushed.
“I am the eldest son of the Wang Clan’s Second Dragon. You cannot kill me,” he gasped, his voice weak, his pride wounded.
“Even the Nine Dragons cannot save you now.”
Thud!
Wang Zhen was obliterated, reduced to pulp.
“Now we wait for the Nine Dragons to come.”
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