191: Chapter 188 Three-Day Battle

"In the end... I still let you all come out."

"As the Sect Master of the Zetian Sect, I have... been incompetent."

Lu Wei heard this and shook his head.

"You do not need to blame yourself."

He said indifferently, "The Seal in Qinghua Mountain has endured through ages. Although it has developed a slight flaw, its Foundation remains intact and has not been truly destroyed."

"The clansmen who could escape from it are still few and far between, with fewer than one in ten surviving."

"And I, Lu Wei, am the vanguard among them."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the vast landscape below the mountain, his eyes filled with a trace of reminiscence and wonder.

"My Emperor ordered us to emerge first to investigate the current situation in the Desolate Region."

"However, what I did not expect was..."

A playful arc curled at the corners of Lu Wei's mouth.

"The Yao Race, who once acted as the Dominator of this land, has actually retreated to a corner of the North Sea. And the Human Race, once so weak and frail that they could only exist as food, has now... become the masters of this world."

"The changes in the world are truly... interesting."

Wang Ming frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He had no interest in listening to the other party sighing with emotion and reminiscing about the past.

"Are you finished?"

He interrupted Lu Wei in a deep voice.

"I do not want to listen to your nonsense here."

"You invited the three of us here today; just say what you want to do."

Lu Wei smiled leisurely, seemingly unbothered by Wang Ming's rudeness.

He cast his gaze back to Wang Ming, his eyes filled with a trace of appreciation and a hint of regret.

"Originally, my plan was to treat you three just like them..."

He pointed to the eight Great Grandmasters standing motionless beside him like Puppets.

"...and refine you into my Puppets."

"Gather all the top combat power in the Desolate Region, then integrate the armies of the Human Race to sweep across the North Sea and unify the Desolate Region. This is the first grand gift I offer to my Emperor."

His tone was very calm, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter.

But the content of his words made Chen Heng and Zheng Ming feel a chill run down their spines!

To refine all the Great Grandmasters into Puppets!

What a crazy and vicious method!

Lu Wei changed the subject, looking at Wang Ming with burning eyes.

"However, after seeing you today, I have changed my mind."

"Especially you..."

His finger pointed remotely at Wang Ming.

"Possessing the Black Tortoise Bloodline, and having reached the Peak of this world in both Body Refining and Qi Refining. Your existence has exceeded my expectations."

"Even I do not have absolute certainty that I can... take you down."

After speaking, Lu Wei slowly stood up from the stone seat.

As he stood up, the eight Great Grandmaster Puppets that had been sitting motionless beside him also stood up stiffly, like marionettes.

"Today's meeting ends here."

Lu Wei straightened his robes, his posture elegant, as if he were truly attending a tea party among friends.

He turned and walked out of the pavilion, taking those eight walking corpses with him.

At the moment he was about to leave the pavilion, he paused, not looking back.

"Go back and prepare."

His back was as towering as a mountain, yet it gave people a feeling of being untouchable.

His voice seemed to come from the distant horizon; although it sounded somewhat ethereal, the authoritative tone contained within it could not be ignored.

"Three days from now, I will order Great Chu, Great Yan Dynasty, and the Nine Great Sects to launch an all-out attack."

This sentence exploded like a thunderclap in the ears of Wang Ming and the others, and their expressions instantly turned grave.

"At that time, I look forward to... truly fighting you on the battlefield."

His words revealed a faint sense of anticipation, as if he were full of interest in this upcoming battle.

Before he finished speaking, his figure was as fast as lightning, and together with the eight Puppets, he turned into a streak of light, vanishing from sight in an instant like a meteor streaking across the sky.

Only those cold words remained, seemingly echoing on the mountaintop, lingering for a long time.

Inside the pavilion, there was dead silence, without a single sound.

Wang Ming and the others looked at each other, both seeing shock and gravity in each other's eyes.

The mountain wind began to howl again, blowing their robes, but it could not disperse the thick, unshakable gloom in their hearts.

The Remnant Clan has emerged!

The top combat power of the Nine Great Sects and the two Imperial Dynasties has all been controlled by them!

Three days later is the time for the decisive battle!

This news was heavier and more despairing than any previous bad news!

For a long, long time.

Zheng Ming's wrinkled face was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He looked at the silent Wang Ming beside him and asked in a dry voice:

"Brother Wang... what should we do?"

Yes, what should we do?

With the strength of Great Xuan, Great Yu, and the Zetian Sect, how can we contend against a terrifying Alliance commanded by the Remnant Clan royalty, which encompasses nearly seventy percent of the top power in the Desolate Region?

Whether it is the number of Great Grandmasters or the scale of the low-level Cultivators and armies, there is a world of difference between the two sides.

This is simply not an evenly matched war.

This is a massacre... with a predetermined outcome.

Wang Ming slowly closed his eyes.

The mountain wind blew his white hair, making him look unprecedentedly desolate.

After a long time, he reopened his eyes.

In those deep eyes, there was no longer any confusion or dejection, only a resolve as hard as steel.

He looked at Chen Heng beside him, his voice extremely heavy, yet carrying an unquestionable command.

"Chen Heng."

"Use all your power, whether it is the Dark Web or the Imperial Dynasty's intelligence System, spare no cost!"

"You must, within three days, before the war arrives, find Chen Zhiwen... and bring him back!"

Subsequently, his gaze turned to the distant north, that forbidden land covered by an endless ocean.

"As for me..."

Wang Ming stood up, the aura around him becoming ethereal and resolute.

"I will set off now to the North Sea."

"The Remnant Clan is the common enemy of all living beings in the Desolate Region; this matter must be told to the Yao Race."

"I believe that after they learn the truth, they will understand the principle that when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold, and they will definitely help!"

After giving these instructions, Wang Ming no longer had the slightest hesitation.

He looked at Chen Heng and Zheng Ming and nodded solemnly.

The next moment, his figure soared into the sky, turning into a green rainbow that tore through the clouds and sped toward the northern horizon.

On the Peak of Duanyun Mountain, only Chen Heng and Zheng Ming remained, looking solemnly in the direction where Wang Ming disappeared.

Chen Heng clenched his fists, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Zheng, you return to the Imperial Capital first to hold the fort, soothe the people, and mobilize the troops."

"Leave the matter of finding that child, Zhiwen... to me!"