The sky gradually darkened as the southern city’s guard army assembled.
One after another, war chariots and warships flashed in the air, coming to besiege the northern base.
Their numbers were beyond City Lord Walton’s expectations.
Unbeknownst to him, the southern city’s guard had already tripled in numbers.
The war chariots continuously issued warnings from the air, "Attention citizens, we are now enforcing ergency regulations. Please stay at ho and do not venture out to avoid accidental injury."
War chariots, over a hundred ters long, rolled onto the streets, their side panels opening upwards like wings.
Inside, stood rows of gold-colored chanical People.
They jumped off the vehicles, holding beam weapons, imdiately sealing off all road exits.
The city plunged into chaos, with uninford citizens quickly rushing back to their hos.
Those who did not obey were beaten severely by the chanical People and thrown into nearby buildings.
Walton did not want the war to destroy his city, so he ordered all defense troops to retreat to the camp and activated the defensive barrier.
The southern city’s army quickly arrived, warships hovering in the sky while war chariots besieged the ground.
A voice continuously broadcasted to those below, "Brothers in the camp, you are surrounded. Drop your weapons and do not resist. The new City Lord will forgive you and grant you wealth. Those who cooperate with us will be heavily rewarded by the new City Lord. Those who resist stubbornly will be killed without rcy."
Beams of light focused on Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya who were drinking at the camp’s entrance.
They looked like stars, bathed under the spotlight.
A commander brought up chanical People made of black tungsten and asked them inexplicably, "What are you doing here?"
"Blocking your way."
Long Fei looked at him calmly.
The commander and those behind him were first stunned and then burst into laughter.
Their conversation broadcasted out loud.
All the commanders of the rebel army laughed heartily, thinking how there could be such two brainless people in the northern camp.
In Walton’s office, Guard Captain Morson and his subordinate commanders were sweating, almost believing sothing was wrong with Long Fei’s mind.
But his daughter, Alida, and Victor didn’t think so, watching Long Fei’s proud stance on the big screen with a bit of admiration.
The commander looked at Long Fei with disdainful laughter, "Are you crazy or stupid? We have a chanical army of a hundred thousand, over ten thousand war chariots and warships capable of destroying a world. What are you using to stop us?"
Long Fei raised his hand, revealing a blood-red, palm-sized flying sword, "If you kneel and beg for rcy now, I can still spare your lives."
The rebels laughed even harder, with even the chanical People shaking their heads.
The rebel leader Jin Mingzu ordered coldly in the command hall, "He’s deliberately stalling for ti. Don’t waste breath on him, kill him!"
The on-site commander imdiately drew a beam weapon, pointing at Long Fei and shouted, "Your performance can end now."
"Is that so?"
Long Fei smiled faintly, "I feel like it’s just beginning."
The small sword in his hand swooshed through the air, a trail of red light disappearing into thin air.
Suddenly, the silent night sky was engulfed in the sound of explosions.
Warships capable of withstanding teor showers blossod like fireworks in the sky, boom, boom, boom, blooming into breathtakingly beautiful fireflowers.
Long Fei smiled faintly at Wang Xiaoya, "Rember your birthday?"
"Birthday?"
Wang Xiaoya widened her eyes, truly having forgotten about it.
Since they ca to the Exotic Lands, the ti was no longer the sa as Earth’s, and the concept of birthdays wasn’t relevant.
Long Fei laughed, "According to this planet’s calendar, today is your birthday. Tonight’s fireworks are my gift to you."
Wang Xiaoya chuckled, "You’re really good at borrowing others’ work, but this gift is quite impressive."
In the night sky, nearly three thousand warships of various sizes were in chaos.
Unable to track the attack’s trace, they exploded and perished in the blink of an eye, turning into clusters of fireworks.
Even large warships, over a hundred ters long, shattered instantly, disintegrating in mid-air, becoming flas that dispersed.
The commander in front of Long Fei trembled, holding the beam weapon as he scread, "Stop, I order you to stop the attack imdiately."
Long Fei looked at him and said, "I told you, there’s still ti for you to surrender on your knees."
The commander’s face tightened, and he cursed, "You’re courting death!"
He pulled the trigger, and with nearly a hundred chanical People from the guard squad behind him, fired a barrage of beams at Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya.
Heat filled the air, painting the night sky red.
But around Long Fei, a transparent barrier arose.
The beams, upon entering it, refracted as if hitting a mirror, bouncing back from other directions.
Boom, boom, boom, a series of explosions followed.
The commander and chanical People in front of Long Fei, as if shooting themselves, exploded and scattered under the twisted light.
Cries filled the air amidst the blasts.
Land-based war chariots were stunned by the bizarre situation, and before Jin Mingzu issued further orders, the on-site commander ordered a retreat.
But retreat was already too late. The red light from the sky descended, sweeping all large and small war chariots on the ground with a near-light-speed strike.
As the sky’s fireworks had just ended, the five to six thousand war chariots on the ground followed in exploding, rising with sparks into the air.
In both command centers, commanders stood dumbfounded at the bizarre scene on the big screen.
Jin Mingzu collapsed into his chair, shouting to his son Jin Zhixian, "Quick, invite the Golden Spirit Celestial Venerable. This person is an ancient cultivator and can only be dealt with by Golden Spirit Celestial Venerable."
Jin Zhixian nodded repeatedly and hurriedly took people to the back courtyard to invite the Golden Spirit Celestial Venerable.
They dared to rebel because they had the support of the Golden Spirit Celestial Venerable behind them.
The Golden Spirit Celestial Venerable had been in seclusion in a corner of this planet, just recently coming out and entering the Celestial Venerate Realm.
He was a descendant of earlier civilization’s remnants, with Jin Mingzu as part of his lineage.
City Lord Walton and Morson ca out with their n, bowing repeatedly to Long Fei, "Celestial Venerable above, forgive us for our rudeness."
Seeing Long Fei’s heaven-defying cultivation, they naturally related it to the legendary Celestial Venerable.
Long Fei smiled, "I’m not a Celestial Venerable, but a Celestial Venerable is about to arrive."
Walton and his people’s faces changed, asking, "Is it the rebels’ supporter?"
Long Fei nodded, and as he spoke, a golden beam of light appeared, flying in an arc from a distance in the sky.
A powerful aura swept the skies, swirling the clouds and bringing wind on the ground.
The golden light paused in the void, forming the image of a middle-aged cultivator in a Golden Robe.
The air currents below expanded around, carrying sharp tallic edge, only calming after a while.
His expression was icy, fixating on Long Fei like a sharp sword, speaking lowly, "Whose junior are you? Why do you thwart my plans?"
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