The Lin Family was situated amidst magnificent mountains. A misty aura lingered in the verdant shade, where cranes danced and road through resplendent palace clusters, an enchanting, immortal-like atmosphere.
Beyond the mountain range lay a green Formation, constructed entirely from fierce winds that howled between heaven and earth, its sharp power on full display. Nurous falling leaves disintegrated into dust long before they even approached the Formation.
Several hundred thousand Lin Family descendants stood atop the mountains, each holding weapons and surveying the area below.
On the highest peak, the Grand Elder of the Lin Family, leading more than twenty Reaching the Holy Realm Martial Artists, silently awaited the enemy’s arrival.
"Grand Elder, the Qin army is here!"
A white-robed Reaching the Holy Realm elder flew from a distance and landed on the mountaintop, announcing the news in a somber tone.
The mont his words fell, everyone’s heart sank. After all, they were facing enemies led by a powerful Saint!
"Grand Elder, tell us the truth! Where did the Old Ancestor, the Clan Leader, and the Young Clan Leader go? Why is there still no trace of them?" a skeletal elder with a grim face demanded, his dissatisfaction clear.
The other elders all turned to the Grand Elder, their gazes filled with suspicion and questioning.
"Seeing how things are, I might as well tell you the truth," the Grand Elder said, hesitating for a mont before considering the current circumstances and finally deciding to lay the whole truth bare. "After returning from the Ghost Tomb ruins, the Old Ancestor and the Clan Leader took the Young Clan Leader to the central part of the continent in search of our main clan!"
"You all know the ancient texts. Any abandoned branch clan can return to the main clan, as long as it has a Saint King Realm Martial Artist, or if a descendant is born with a special physique!"
Perhaps after today, the Lin Family would cease to exist. Since we are all going to die, we might as well die knowing the truth!
Upon hearing the Grand Elder’s words, the nurous elders felt no anger; remarkably, so even showed expressions of relief.
What were they relieved about?
"The strength of the Qin Empire far surpasses that of our Lin Family," a venerable elder said in a low, somber tone. "Perhaps it’s a good thing the Old Ancestor and the others left. At the very least, they can preserve our bloodline, and one day, they can avenge us!"
Inheritance!
Bloodline!
These were the two things most cherished by a family clan, the things countless clansn dedicated their lives to protecting.
"Indeed!" the Grand Elder sighed. "Unfortunately, we won’t live to see the day of revenge. The enemy is upon us. We must fight them to the death to defend the honor of our clan! Even if we die, we must tear a chunk of flesh from our enemy!"
**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**
Surges of powerful auras erupted forth.
"Sons of the Lin Family, to battle!" The Grand Elder stepped into the Void, his voice a thunderous roar as he abruptly drew his battle sword. A fierce wind swirled around him, as if he intended to cleanse the world and Recreate Heaven and Earth.
"**BATTLE! BATTLE! BATTLE!**"
"Fight the Qin Empire to the death!"
"Our ten-thousand-year heritage, the honor of the Lin Family—its fla will never be extinguished!"
Hundreds of thousands of Lin Family clansn roared, their eyes resolute, showing no fear of death.
Wisps of destructive aura emanated from their bodies. The raging wind, like a demonic force, caused the Void to tremble, threatening to shatter everything, to tear all creation apart.
"Quite the fighting spirit," Zhao Yun remarked from outside the mountains, an eyebrow slightly raised, his expression impassive. He tightened his grip on his Brightsilver Spear, his indomitable will flaring. He was confident his power alone could suppress any foe.
A thousand-zhang white dragon soared from the Brightsilver Spear, coiling in the sky above, exuding a terrifying pressure.
"What is that?!" The hundreds of thousands of Lin Family mbers gasped at the sight of the hovering white dragon, an intense sense of crisis making them feel as if they were suffocating.
"Reinforce the Formation!" the Grand Elder commanded gravely. With a wave of his right hand, Spirit Stones flew through the air and rged into the Formation.
After absorbing a massive amount of Spiritual Energy, the Formation glowed with a brilliant green light. Gusts of violent wind swirled, plunging heaven and earth into Chaos. The radiant sun high in the Ninth Heaven could not penetrate it; the light of the sun and moon vanished.
"Dragon Fights in the Wild!" Zhao Yun’s eyes narrowed. His Brightsilver Spear, like a God Mountain, smashed down with sudden force. Boundless energy erupted, and it seed as though heaven and earth were being overturned.
The white dragon roared, baring fangs and claws as it descended upon the Formation.
**BANG!**
The deafening sound echoed for thousands of miles.
At the instant of impact, the ten-thousand-zhang mountain range trembled. Sand and stones flew, and countless ancient trees and massive boulders were pulverized, ceasing to exist.
**PFFT!**
Under the terrifying force of the energy impact, many Lin Family Disciples with lower cultivation levels felt their qi and blood boil. They spat out mouthfuls of blood mist and collapsed to the ground, their faces etched with horror.
The re aftershock was enough to heavily injure them, robbing them of their ability to fight.
How could they fight the upcoming battle? For a mont, everyone was at a loss.
"Shatter!" Zhao Yun shouted, stepping into the air. He transford into a spear light, streaking across the sky like a true dragon traversing the Void, smashing the Void along its path.
The war spear traversed Changkong, striking the Formation again and smashing a hole into it.
**CRACK!**
The mountain-protector Formation, which had sheltered the Lin Family for hundreds of thousands of years, could not withstand the assault. Countless fissures spread across it like a spider’s web before it collapsed with a deafening BOOM.
The fierce winds subsided. The sun’s rays once again shone upon the Lin Family clansn. Yet, this warm sunlight brought them no warmth; instead, they felt an icy chill all over.
Without the Formation’s protection, they were completely exposed.
Not far away, a bloody glint appeared—a terrifyingly sharp weapon’s edge was rapidly approaching.
...
「Starry Night!」
Dark clouds veiled the sky.
Outside the Imperial Capital, in a grove of shrubs, stood thousands of black-robed figures. Their auras were concealed, their eyes fixed on the nearby city walls, motionless as wooden stakes.
They were waiting.
The night grew deeper.
The brilliantly lit Imperial Capital gradually dimd, rging into the darkness.
"Move out!" Sword Monarch commanded, drawing his sword. His divine sense ssage rippled through the air as he flew into the distance.
"**KILL!**"
"**KILL! KILL!**"
"**KILL! KILL! KILL!**"
Figure after figure followed, their auras erupting with terrifying power. Like a sudden clap of thunder, they stirred the situation, turning the silent night into an abyss of destruction.
"Enemy attack! Defend quickly!"
"Quickly report to His Majesty! Unknown enemies are attacking!"
On the city walls, after a brief mont of panic, the defenders quickly regained their composure. They drew their weapons and prepared for combat.
"Haha, the Qin Empire truly is undefended!" Flying in mid-air, Sword Monarch noticed the panic in the Imperial Capital. Overjoyed, he accelerated. As long as he could capture the Imperial Capital and seize the Great Qin Imperial Family, he could hold the Son of Heaven hostage to command the feudal lords. By then, even the Saints of the Qin Empire would not dare to act rashly.
However, they didn’t realize that within the darkness, eighteen figures on warhorses had been waiting quietly for a long ti.
"Charge! Capture the Qin Emperor!" Sword Monarch yelled. In just a few breaths, he had neared the city wall.
"The Crown Prince has ordered: Kill any who invade Great Qin!"
At that mont, the Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry moved. Their warhorses trod upon the air, appearing before the city. A terrifying aura swirled around them, forging an impenetrable wall that blocked all invaders.
The eighteen of them raised their curved sabers high, their movents perfectly synchronized, as if they were a single person.
High in the Ninth Heaven, beside the round moon shrouded by dark clouds, a crescent moon appeared, radiating a scarlet glow.
The blood moon hung in the sky; the ti for slaughter had arrived.
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