206: Chapter 203 The Northern Border, War Begins!

"However, before that..."

His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"There is still one more matter I need to handle."

Before his voice had even faded, he took a step forward!

Boom!

The space beneath his feet seemed to collapse under an invisible force as he soared into the sky, transforming into a black stream of light that pierced through heaven and earth, tearing through the sky as he sped toward the Great Xuan Dynasty!

That speed was extreme, even causing the space behind him to emit an overwhelmed wail!

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Great Xuan Dynasty, Northern Frontier, Zhenbei Pass.

This majestic pass, which had stood for a thousand years, had witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties and resisted countless invasions by foreign races.

But today, it faced an unprecedented crisis.

Outside the pass, dark clouds pressed down upon the city.

The allied forces of the Great Chu and Great Yan Dynasty were like a boundless black tide, covering the entire land.

Banners stood like a forest, and blades and spears were like mountains!

The soaring Evil Qi condensed into phantoms of hideous Vicious Beasts, circling and roaring above the army formation, causing the wind and clouds to change color!

At the very front of the army formation, nine figures stood quietly; they were the core of this black tide.

The leader was dressed in a black robe, his face so handsome it was somewhat sinister—it was Lu Wei of the Remnant Clan.

Behind him stood the Great Yan Dynasty Old Ancestor Fang Tao, along with seven other Great Grandmasters who possessed powerful auras but had vacant eyes, like Puppets.

Just by standing there, the pressure emitted by these nine people caused the sturdy walls of Zhenbei Pass to let out a 'creaking' wail, as if they would collapse at any moment!

Atop the city walls, the atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.

All the experts from the Great Xuan Dynasty, Great Yu, and Zetian Sect were gathered here.

Every person's face was filled with determination and gravity.

Zetian Sect Old Ancestor Wang Ming, with a physique as burly as a mountain, stood at the very center of the city wall.

His gaze calmly watched Lu Wei outside the city, yet deep within his eyes, an imperceptible trace of solemnity was hidden.

Beside him were the white-haired and white-bearded Great Xuan Old Ancestor Chen Heng, who had the air of an immortal, and the cold-faced Great Yu Old Ancestor Zheng Ming, who radiated a sharp aura.

Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.

Every breath felt like a great mountain pressing down on the hearts of everyone in the city.

Chen Heng's brow could not help but furrow tightly.

He glanced at Zheng Ming beside him and whispered via voice transmission, "Why haven't Zhiwen and the people from the North Sea arrived yet?"

Zheng Ming's expression was equally unsightly. He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't know. By all rights, they should have arrived long ago."

Wang Ming did not speak, but his hands, held behind his back, clenched unconsciously.

He knew that this battle concerned the survival of the Human Race in Huang Province.

Chen Zhiwen and the dozen or so Great Grandmasters of the North Sea Demon Clan were their only hope.

But now, hope had yet to appear.

And the enemy clearly did not intend to give them more time.

Just then, outside the city, Lu Wei's voice, tinged with playfulness and coldness, spread throughout Zhenbei Pass like rolling heavenly thunder.

"You three, how much longer do you intend to stall?"

This voice was full of disdain and mockery, as if looking at three ants putting up a desperate struggle.

Hearing this, the expressions of Wang Ming and the other two darkened simultaneously.

A flash of resolve crossed Wang Ming's eyes.

He knew they couldn't wait any longer.

If they waited any further, their side's morale would completely collapse.

"We wait no more."

Wang Ming's tone was decisive.

He turned around, glanced at the crowd behind him, and his voice rang out like a bell.

"The Human Race has no cowards who surrender without a fight!"

"Follow me out of the city to face the enemy!"

With that, he took a step forward, his body leaping down from the city wall like a cannonball, landing steadily in front of the two armies.

Chen Heng and Zheng Ming exchanged a glance, both seeing the resolve to face death in each other's eyes.

The two no longer hesitated and followed closely behind, standing side-by-side with Wang Ming.

Outside the city, before the two armies.

Across the vast plains, a murderous aura filled the air.

Wang Ming, Chen Heng, and Zheng Ming stood facing the nine people led by Lu Wei from a distance.

Twelve powerhouses of the Grandmaster Realm, twelve existences standing at the apex of this world's pyramid—their confrontation caused the entire world to fall silent.

Lu Wei looked at the three opposite him, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Finally willing to come out?"

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty craving.

"I thought you were going to be shrinking turtles for the rest of your lives."

Wang Ming was expressionless, his voice steady as a mountain.

"Lu Wei, stop now."

"The scourge of the Remnant Clan is a disaster for the entire Huang Province. By aiding the wicked,"

"are you not afraid of being nailed to the Human Race's pillar of shame, leaving a foul reputation for ten thousand years?"

Hearing this, Lu Wei burst into laughter as if he had heard some grand joke.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter was filled with madness and disdain.

"Pillar of shame? Foul reputation for ten thousand years?"

He abruptly withdrew his smile, his eyes turning incredibly sinister.

"Wang Ming, you are too naive."

"History is always written by the victors!"

"Once I trample Huang Province and turn all of you so-called guardians into my Puppets, who will dare to say a single 'no' to me?"

Chen Heng snorted coldly, his aged face full of anger.

"Wishful thinking!"

"The fire of my Human Race is passed from generation to generation and is eternal; it is not something a wicked path like yours can shake!"

The Spiritual Qi longsword in Zheng Ming's hand let out a clear chime. His gaze was like a sword, staring directly at Fang Tao behind Lu Wei.

"Fang Tao! As the Great Yan Dynasty Old Ancestor and a Human Race Great Grandmaster, you actually stoop to being a minion of the Remnant Clan, harming your own kind."

"Are you worthy of the Bloodline in your body? Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

In Fang Tao's originally hollow and soulless eyes, a trace of painful struggle flashed upon hearing his name.

But that struggle lasted only for an instant before being suppressed by an even more sinister power, returning once more to dead silence.

Lu Wei watched this scene with great interest and clapped his hands.

"Well said, truly moving."

His face was full of playfulness, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Unfortunately, no matter how much nonsense you speak, it won't change your inevitable end today."

Lu Wei slowly raised his hand and pointed at Wang Ming and the other two, his voice suddenly becoming sharp and brutal.

"Do it!"

"Kill them!"