Chapter 82: What Are We Facing?

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The battlefield was dim. The armies of the nine enemy dynasties and the Jing Dynasty could barely even see the battlefield, but they were still fighting with all their might, forgetting the fear of death.

The spirit soldiers appeared and disappeared unpredictably on the battlefield, turning them into nightmares for the soldiers of the nine enemy dynasties. They were shocked to discover that it seemed like their numbers were not decreasing.

The Demonic Priest was still using his Scattering Beans into Soldiers technique!

Whoosh—

The strong wind blew away the dust on the battlefield again. Finally, everyone could see the battlefield clearly. The soldiers of the nine dynasties at the front continued to fight bloody battles, while the soldiers at the back were frightened.

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The army of the nine dynasties was directly decimated, leaving only large pools of blood on the ground. It was a shocking sight. The blood pools occupied a diamater of dozens of miles and was extremely terrifying. The scent of blood suffused into the air and blood flowed like a river. Countless corpses lay on the ground.

The earth was devastated. It was as if the apocalypse had just happened.

“How is that possible…”

“He’s not a human… He’s not a human…

“I’m not dreaming, am I… How are we going to fight…” “Why is this happening…”

“Impossible, impossible. It must be a sorcery, a sorcery!”

A lot of soldiers were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Meng Xuan looked up with an anxious expression as he frantically searched for Senior Dongfang.

As long as Senior Dongfang did not die, they still had hope!

Suddenly!

He saw a corpse!

The corpse flickered with a faint golden light. When Meng Xuan saw this, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning as despair surfaced on his face.

Senior Dongfang was lying in a pool of blood with only his upper body remaining, but his body was still maintaining the posture of punching. His body was still golden-red, but it was covered with cracks. With widened eyes, he died with remaining grievances.

That palm strike had killed millions of soldiers and also killed this Golden Body realm expert.

Meng Xuan looked up. The moment he did, his body froze. He was not the only one who looked up. As more and more soldiers looked up, despair spread on their faces.

countless sabers, swords, nalberas, spears, nooks, axes, and otner weapons hung upside down in the sky. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were.

Even the soldiers who were still fighting began to notice the spectacular scene in the sky one after another, and all of them widened their eyes.

The True Gods wreaking havoc on the battlefield pulled away one after another and looked up at the sky.

One of them turned pale and smiled sadly. “What exactly are we facing…”

No one answered him, and he did not need an answer because he was asking himself.

Millions of weapons hung in the sky. Only the people in their path could feel the pressure. At that moment, all hope and fighting spirit disappeared.

The war had stopped again.

The soldiers on the side of Great Jing did not cheer. Their minds were blank from shock.

Could martial arts really make someone so powerful?

“Run!”

Someone shouted and countless soldiers of the nine enemy dynasties suddenly woke up from their stupor. They turned around and fled, causing the ground to tremble again.

In the camp of the army of the nine dynasties in the distance, everyone also looked up at the weapons in the sky. The older soldiers knelt down and kowtowed incessantly, begging for forgiveness.

They thought that they had offended the heavens and that the heavens wanted to punish them. Other than that, they could not explain what they had seen.

On top of the pile of weapons, Jiang Changsheng looked down at everything and finally waved his hand slowly.

If he was not cruel enough, it would be hard to achieve a deterrent effect.

This was also the reason why he had been entangled with that Senior Dongfang for a period of time. It was not despairing enough to directly insta-kill him.

Of course, he did not want to slaughter all the armies of the nine dynasties. It would be fine if he left half of them alive. In dozens of years, the land of the nine dynasties would become theirs and they would all be family in the future.

The weapons in the sky swooped down like a torrential rain, bringing with it the momentum as if the sky was collapsing.

At that moment, everyone in the army of the nine dynasties was in despair. The Jing Dynasty army was not surprised. They just looked at the upcoming massacre in a daze.

Si Province, Beijing.

In the imperial study in the palace.

Jiang Ziyu put down the memorial, stood up, and wandered around the study. Jiang Xiu could not help but ask, “Father, are you worried about Grandmaster?” He was also worried that with the alliance army of the nine dynasties and the Chao Sects joining hands, could Grandmaster really do it alone?

Jiang Ziyu recalled the scene of Jiang Changsheng fighting against the Mahayana Dragon Tower alone and gave himself confidence. However, when he thought of the enemy’s strength, he could not help but feel uneasy.

Tens of millions of troops. He, an emperor who had been fighting for half his life, had never seen such an army. He could not imagine the vastness of such an army.

Even if tens of thousands of pigs and dogs charged together, it was hard to imagine how they could resist.

At that moment, a White-robed Guard ran in and handed over a secret report.

Jiang Ziyu hastily opened it and looked at it. His expression was still gloomy as he said, “I don’t need information about the enemy’s strength. I only want the battle report! ”

“Yes!”

The White-robed Guard hastily left.

Jiang Ziyu walked out of the study and looked up at the northern battlefield with a sigh.

‘Father, I’m counting on you.’

Jiang Ziyu thought silently, and his eyes began to wander.

Jiang Xiu walked out and stood by his father’s side in silence.

According to the appointed time, the war should have started by now.

Whether the dynasty would fall or would be devoured would depend on this battle!

Even though he knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, when he thought of Jiang Changsheng’s usual kind attitude towards him, he found it hard to imagine how Jiang Changsheng could turn the tide of such a battle.

The more critical the situation was, the more confused the father and son were.

“Stop looking. Even if that Demonic Priest can contain the battlefield, Great Jing will still perish.”

Suddenly, an ice-cold voice sounded, startling the father and son to turn around and see a figure that had appeared on the eaves.

It was the scholar from Star Gathering Tower.

The scholar held a fan and looked down at them with a faint smile.

Jiang Xiu’s expression changed drastically and he immediately felt uneasy.

Jiang Ziyu said with a cold expression, “I thought that Chao Sects would act in an open and aboveboard way. It turns out that they would use such lowly methods.”

The scholar shook his head and laughed. “It can’t be helped. Your backing is too hard to beat. Right now, there are no True Gods in the capital. Emperor Jing, do you have any last words?”

Jiang Ziyu snorted and said, “With two Chao Sects joining, will the thirteen prefectures be enough for you?”

“If it were any other dynasty, it would indeed not be enough. However, under the thirteen prefectures, there is a dragon vein, so we have to fight for it. In order to annex you, we have prepared for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, our opponent has changed from the Mahayana Dragon Tower to that Demonic Priest. However, this is also good. Without the Mahayana Dragon Tower, we don’t have to deal with other Chao Sects that are on good terms with us.” The scholar shook his head and sighed.

Dragon vein…

So that was the case.

Jiang Ziyu was relieved. He pulled Jiang Xiu behind him and asked, “You can kill me, but can you let the others go?”

The scholar mocked, “Emperor, do you think that’s possible? In order to rope in nine dynasties, we have killed batches of royal families. How can your Jiang Family be spared?”

“Today, you have to die. Your son has to die. Everyone in the palace has to die!”

The scholar leaped up and the fan in his hand transformed into a sharp blade as he waved it towards Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu immediately prepared to wave his palm to deal with the attack. However, at that moment, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ziyu and pointed towards the sky. A visible force shot out at an extraordinary speed and pierced through the scholar’s forehead.

The scholar widened his eyes and cried out in horror, “How could it be him…” Plop!

The scholar landed on the ground with his eyes wide open. Blood gushed out from his forehead and dyed one of his eyes red.

Jiang Ziyu and Jiang Xiu were stunned as they looked at the figure in front of them in disbelief.

Jiang Changsheng!

“Mas… Master… why are you here?”

Jiang Ziyu was not surprised. Instead, he was terrified. With Jiang Changsheng here, what should they do on the battlefield?

All of Great Jing’s forces were on the battlefield. If they were massacred, Great Jing would perish.

Jiang Ziyu felt despair, but he could not blame Jiang Changsheng. His body softened and he lowered his head with a bitter smile. “Forget it. Master, can you take my children away from the Jing Dynasty? At least let the Jiang Family leave behind their bloodline.”

Jiang Xiu looked at Jiang Changsheng’s back in a daze and had mixed feelings. The Grandmaster had chosen them between the dynasty and them.

Jiang Changsheng turned around and looked at Jiang Ziyu with a smile. “Silly child, what are you thinking about? Prepare to celebrate your victory.”

After saying that, Jiang Changsheng disappeared on the spot as if he had never appeared.

Jiang Ziyu looked confused, not understanding Jiang Changsheng’s words.

With Jiang Changsheng here, how could they win the battle?

Could it be that Jiang Changsheng was on his way to the battlefield?

In the courtyard.

Jiang Changsheng walked to the Earth Spirit Tree and continued to cultivate.

Bai Qi could not help but ask, “Daoist Master, aren’t you being too arrogant by relying on a clone to go to the battlefield?”

The basis of Jiang Changsheng’s Clone Technique was to divide his spiritual energy. At most, he could split his spiritual energy into 100 clones. In that case, his spiritual energy would be reduced to 1%.

Right now, Jiang Changsheng only had one clone. Be it his real body or his clone, he only had half of his spiritual energy.

But it was enough.

Jiang Changsheng did not want to rely on the Clone Technique, but the current situation was special. He felt that the enemy would not abide by ethics. As expected, someone came to attack Jiang Ziyu.

Right now, it was his clone that was active on the battlefield. It was enough for his clone to fight against someone at the Golden Body realm. Even if a Universe realm expert appeared, he could still fight!

Jiang Changsheng pretended to be helpless and said, “I am indeed a little arrogant, but there’s nothing I can do, right?”

His heart was filled with anticipation. How great of a survival reward could this battle bring him?

Bai Qi remained silent.

There was no one else in the courtyard, as Jiang Changsheng had deliberately sent everyone away so that he would not expose his spell. It was enough for Bai Qi to be here to let him show off.

New buds began to grow on the branches of the Earth Spirit Tree. As the breeze blew, spiritual energy surged, making the area near the tree feel refreshing and cool.

In the battlefield of the North Zhou Dynasty, the hundred mile wasteland had become a living hell.

There were weapons all over the ground, and every single one of them had pierced a corpse. Some were nailed to the ground, while others were hung on pikes and halberds. They were so densely packed that there was no way to count them.

Jiang Yu directed the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. He looked at the corpses in all directions and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

The Jing Dynasty army was still chasing after the armies of the nine dynasties, leaving tens of thousands of troops to inspect the battlefield.

Thump!

A corpse fell to Jiang Yu’s side. It was Meng Xuan, the commander-in-chief of the nine armies who came from Tongwu Valley.

Meng Xuan also died with grievances, and his face was covered with blood.

Jiang Yu did not know that the other party was a True God and thought that he was just an ordinary person. He turned around and saw Jiang Changsheng descending from the sky with a white cloud under his feet.

Clouds…

Jiang Yu’s eyelids twitched. He could no longer care about his shock. He looked at Jiang Changsheng and lamented, “Brother Changsheng, Great Jing has relied on you to turn the tide again.”

He knew that without Jiang Changsheng, the Jiang Family would not have returned to its former glory. The Jiang Family would become a joke in history.

Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and said with a smile, “I should go back. The True Gods on the other side are all dead, and the only ones left are those wanderers. Don’t chase them too closely. Even though we have won a huge victory, we still need time to digest it.”

Jiang Yu nodded and urged, “Alright, you should go back quickly. I’m worried that someone will harm His Majesty.”

Jiang Changsheng turned around and flew away, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Free and unfettered under the heavens. He was indeed an immortal.

Jiang Yu sighed with emotion. Although he could not fathom Jiang Changsheng’s strength, but he knew that he was family.

His mood surged.

After this battle, how strong would Great Jing be?