Chapter 192: Chapter 185: Let this battle echo the dragon’s roar once more across the world!
Kunhe Hall.
Qin Tianzhong looked at the determined faces, blood boiling, for a long time without speaking.
"Everyone in our sect is like this, why worry about not thriving?"
Qin Tianzhong lowered his head, curved his lips into a smile, then took a deep breath and uttered just one word:
"Battle!"
As the word "battle" was uttered, a Red Dragon suddenly soared into the sky from a large pool behind Kunhe Hall.
Roar—!!
The Red Dragon roared, ascending straight to the Nine Heavens!
Then above the Nine Heavens, the Red Dragon turned its posture, dove down, and collided into Qin Tianzhong’s body, transforming into a crimson Red Dragon Armor.
Qin Tianzhong’s right hand grasped again, directly extracting an ancient spear filled with mottled marks from the void.
"Old friend, can you still drink blood?"
Qin Tianzhong gently stroked the ancient spear, his eyes filled with remembrance.
An overdue feeling surged back into his heart.
At this moment.
He seemed to return to those glorious years full of ambition.
Once upon a time, he was also the tide-rider of the world, a peerless hero who stirred up storms.
Talents emerged in the lands, leading the way for hundreds of years.
And now.
The spear was buried, the armor hidden.
Their era had long since passed.
The world no longer knew their stories.
The flight of the new era carries no ships from their old times.
"The sunset is infinitely good, but it’s close to dusk."
"Yet, the dusk is beautiful too."
Qin Tianzhong said with a smile.
Then, he swept his spear, the tip slanted toward the ground.
He stepped out towards Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
Behind him.
Two Peak Leaders, various Elders, countless Celestial Wave Disciples, all lifted their steps to follow.
A moment later.
Qin Tianzhong stood firm outside Celestial Wave Sacred Lands, looking towards the distance.
He could sense.
In that endless distance, an incessant army was sweeping across the world!
"Let this battle make the world hear the dragon’s chant again!"
Qin Tianzhong sat down cross-legged, laying the spear across his knees, and began to quietly wait.
Behind him.
Countless figures stood side by side, gazing at the sky.
The entire sect awaited the Meng Family’s arrival!
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Next day, it arrived with a roar.
At the breaking dawn.
Threads of sunlight tore through the night, illuminating the earth.
First, countless cultivators came from the South Sea and all other directions.
Immediately after.
From the end of the sky, rumbling sounds suddenly echoed.
Countless Celestial Wave disciples looked up.
They saw in the farthest view, rows of black dots, like a rising tide, sweeping rapidly.
Those rows of black dots were initially just sesame sized.
But in the blink of an eye, they enlarged quickly in view!!
A densely packed army pressed forward, a steel jungle formed from giant flying ship warships made of millenia-refined iron, crushing the clouds as they dominated the void!
On those giant wheel flying ships, flags emblazoned with the character ’Meng’ flew violently, flapping loudly.
On the deck, everyone held battle halberds, iron swords, and spears, adorned in cold and grim armor, as they swarmed towards Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
Most terrifying was at the center of those flying ships.
Three Profound Birds reaching True Self Realm, towing a black mobile palace!
Overwhelming pressure emitted from the mobile palace.
Despite still being a hundred miles away, the immense pressure made countless Celestial Wave disciples feel tight-hearted and like ants in the face of giants.
The next moment.
The warships and mobile palace all hovered at the entrance of Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
Qin Tianzhong looked up, his enormous Divine Thought instantly engulfing the entire army.
Seven Great Nirvanas!
Dozens of True Self cultivators!
Scores in Divine Travel Realm!
Below Divine Travel, countless numbers!
This was the combined strength of the Meng Family and their allied forces, coming in full force.
In terms of Nirvana numbers, they even surpassed Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
"The Meng Family seems to have developed quite rapidly over the years, no wonder they dare come to pressure Celestial Wave Sacred Lands."
Qin Tianzhong shook his head slightly, then waved his hand.
An invisible force spread out, shattering and dispersing the pressure from the Meng Family.
Countless Celestial Wave disciples whose hearts had been tight now felt their minds relaxed.
The next moment.
An authoritative, emotionless voice came from the black palace.
"Hand over Xiao Ping, and the Meng Family will retreat today, ensuring Celestial Wave Sacred Lands remain unscathed."
As soon as these words fell.
Qin Tianzhong already swept his spear horizontally, sneering:
"Pretending to be mysterious? Come out and speak to this seat!"
Bang—!!!
A terrifying spear light suddenly crashed toward the black palace in the sky like a celestial waterfall divine river.
Observing this terrifying spear light seemingly tearing the world in two, countless members of the Meng Family and elders changed their expressions and hastily fled to hide.
Even the True Self strong persons hurriedly retreated, afraid of being grazed by the spear light!
Clang!!
An elderly hand extended from the black palace, gently grasped, and seized the terrifying spear light.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the terrifying spear light like a celestial waterfall divine river was crushed into a rain of light by the elderly hand, dispersing between heaven and earth.
An old man in a purple python robe, white hair fluttering, with a hawk nose, stepped out of the palace.
His expression was extremely indifferent, with all kinds of horrendous phenomena like sunrise, moonset, and star rivers flowing in his eyes.
He was enveloped in brilliant divine light, appearing supreme and invincible.
"Patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Yuntian!!"
"Patriarch Meng has appeared!"
Countless cultivators who followed along looked at the old man shrouded in divine light and their hearts were pounding.
"If five hundred years would mark an era, then Meng Yuntian was a leader of the last era!"
"Is this Nirvana Realm? A frightening aura indeed, just a glance feels like the Spiritual Soul is about to split!"
The cultivators whispered gravely.
High above.
With eyes seemingly embedded with a celestial river, Meng Yuntian looked down at the dense Celestial Wave disciples, speaking indifferently:
"I ask one final time, do you choose rivers of blood today with Celestial Wave wiped out, or hand over Xiao Ping so our forces may have generations of good relations."
Qin Tianzhong slowly stood up, mocking:
"Old Ghost Meng, after centuries apart, I don’t know how your cultivation has improved, but your pretentiousness has advanced rapidly."
"Have you forgotten the time you were chased like a stray dog by Chen Daoyan, fleeing in panic?"
Shaking his head, Qin Tianzhong spoke calmly:
"Alright, both foxes of a thousand years, still playing tricks? Can’t you see that Celestial Wave Sacred Lands has long been ready for this battle?"
Meng Yuntian heard this and his expression remained unchanged, step by step he advanced.
"So be it."
"Ruined my Meng Family’s Celestial Dragon, insulted my Meng Family, yet still obstinate, mistaken repeatedly."
"If today Celestial Wave Sacred Lands is obliterated, it would be deserved."
As his words fell.
Bang—!
A terrifying aura belonging only to the Nirvana Realm began to rise from Meng Yuntian!