65: Chapter 65 The War Begins

The brisk wind whipped across the city wall, and a surging murderous intent boiled in the air.

Su Ming slowly ascended the high wall, looking down at the twenty challengers arrayed in mid-air below the city. A cold arc curled the corners of his lips, and his icy voice echoed across the entire field: "How imposing you all are."

Hearing this, the twenty challengers below sneered and scoffed in unison, reluctance and resentment lingering in the eyes of many.

"Su Ming, don't be too unprincipled!" the leader rebuked in a deep voice, "Mingkong City was something we laid our eyes on first, and we were the ones who struck first. Yet, after we risked our lives to exhaust their trump cards, you ended up reaping the benefits without doing the work and plucked all the fruits of victory. You are nothing but a thief!"

"That's right! If we hadn't entangled the two Grade Nine experts of Mingkong City and desperately drained the combat power within the city, how could you have easily captured Mingkong City?"

"If you know what's good for you, retreat immediately and give up Mingkong City! We can still leave you a way out."

Although the crowd looked aggressive, each of them harbored their own hidden calculations in their hearts.

The twenty people belonged to six different teams, neither subordinate to one another nor free from hidden suspicions.

Even those from the same team were mostly just temporarily grouped together and could not completely trust each other.

If they could subdue the enemy without fighting and force away Su Ming, the biggest threat, it would naturally be the best outcome.

What a pity, they ultimately still underestimated Su Ming.

Su Ming quietly listened to everyone's noisy accusations and threats, without a shred of ripples in the depths of his eyes, leaving only a boundless apathy and chill.

"If you want my Mingkong City," he raised his eyes to sweep across the heroes, every word ringing with resolve, "just come and take it, but I'm afraid you might have the life to take it, but not the life to enjoy it!"

As his voice fell, the figures of Ganie, Wawan, Ada, and Xuankui appeared by Su Ming's side.

Seeing this, the pupils of the people below the city shrank in unison, their hearts filled with shock.

"Hiss! What kind of monster is this guy?! A full four Heroic Retainers, truly terrifying!"

"But just relying on these four people, you want to block the allied forces of the twenty of us? Simply wishful thinking!"

While the crowd was still filled with shock and doubt, Su Ming raised his hand slightly, and the Gate of the Divine Realm unfolded!

"Roar——!!"

A heaven-shaking dragon roar suddenly exploded, vibrating the clouds in all directions.

A massive dragon body that blotted out the sky burst out from the door, its dragon scales shining brilliantly, its dragon might surging to the heavens, firmly suppressing the entire battlefield.

When the people below the city saw that figure, the entire group instantly lost their focus, their faces full of disbelief.

"Th-That is a dragon?! A real dragon race?!"

"How is that possible! How long has it been since we awakened, how could there be a dragon race among his retainers?!"

The sudden appearance of Sargalian directly shattered everyone's psychological defense line.

The dragon race was a top-tier race of the heavens, its prestigious name resounding through all domains; no one did not know them, no one did not fear them.

A desire to retreat instantly bred in the hearts of many, their battle intent plummeted, and their footsteps subconsciously stepped back.

However, someone still forcibly suppressed their fright and discovered the clues about Sargalian.

"What are you panicking about! It's just a sub-dragon atavistic breed contaminated with a little dragon bloodline, all show and no substance, definitely not a real dragon race!"

"That's right, it's just a bluffing showpiece, don't be awed by it!"

Hearing this, the crowd quickly concentrated to look closely, repeatedly probing the aura, and their tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, each letting out a sigh of relief.

"Scared me to death, so it's just a sub-dragon breed."

"That's right, how could a real dragon race be something we can encounter at our current stage."

"I almost got fooled by this kid's bluff!"

Completely putting aside their concerns, the crowd relit greed and murderous intent in their eyes. Without further hesitation, twenty figures swept through the air simultaneously, charging straight at Su Ming on the city wall!

Facing the incoming enemies, Su Ming took a deep breath, his gaze as sharp as a sword, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Come and fight!"

In a flash, figures crossed on the city wall, and extreme roars exploded. The two sides instantly collided with a bang, and the slaughter began!

Amidst the melee, one person fought while lowering his voice, trying to entice and persuade him to surrender: "Su Ming, even if you have several Heroic Retainers, you are definitely not the opponent of the twenty of us joining forces! Those who know the times are wise men. As long as you divide Mingkong City in half with us, we are willing to ally with you and help you guard the city!"

Facing the other party's feigned goodwill, there was no ripple in the depths of Su Ming's eyes. The offensive in his hand remained fiercely unabated as he slashed open the other party's attack with a single blade, his tone cold and bone-chilling: "Noisy. Just based on you, you are also worthy of ruling Mingkong City with me?"

Repeated tolerance and persuasion were met with Su Ming's disdain and contempt. That proud talent was completely enraged, his expression ferocious: "Good! Very good! Since you are stubborn, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Before the voice fell, a second challenger on the other side also closed in. The two-person pincer attack firmly blocked Su Ming.

Even fighting two against one, Su Ming was still free in offense and defense; not only did he not show signs of defeat, but on the contrary, he handled it with ease.

Unnoticed by anyone, a gloomy and profound gaze quietly lurked within Su Ming's shadow.

The 200,000 army under the city also began to slaughter with Su Ming's Undead Retainers.

But as soon as the two sides clashed, the battle situation presented a one-sided crushing trend.

At this moment, many challengers had bewildered faces, and monstrous waves rose in the depths of their hearts.

The undead transformed by the Nether Gods had always been weak in combat power, merely cannon fodder units, vulnerable to a single blow.

They originally thought that the retainers they meticulously cultivated could instantly crush this Undead Army.

But reality was completely the opposite!

The Undead Retainers under Su Ming's command were not only far from cannon fodder, but their individual combat power was not the least bit inferior to the retainers they carefully cultivated!

The three core retainers displayed a terrifying combat power sufficient to subvert cognition, completely dominating the battlefield.

The Yin soldiers formed their array, and under the blessing of soul gathering, they became stronger the more they killed, and braver the more they fought.

The thousand Yin soldiers were like a never-stopping battlefield meat grinder. Any enemy who approached the front line would instantly have their bodies cleaved apart, their vitality crushed, leaving no bones left.

The battlefield of the Crimson-robed Grievous Maidens was even more bizarre and terrifying.

The crimson ribbons flying and weaving all over the sky turned into a boundless sea of blood.

Any enemy who approached this sea of blood would be swallowed by it, without exception.

The more blood the crimson ribbons were stained with, the more enchanting and bizarre their color became. Beneath the beauty lay a bone-deep, fatal murderous intent.

Compared to the brutality of the Yin soldiers and the bizarreness of the Crimson-robed Grievous Maidens, the combat style of the White Zombie was the simplest.

Although the White Zombie's movements were slightly sluggish and its attack power was not top-tier, its physical defense had long reached a perverted state.

No matter what kind of attack landed on the White Zombie, it couldn't even break through the zombie qi defense on its surface, failing to cause effective damage at all.

However, any enemy hit, grazed, or even slightly contaminated by a little zombie qi by the White Zombie—regardless of the severity of the injury—would instantly have purple-black corpse poison spread across their bodies, their bodily functions rapidly decaying, and ultimately completely losing their spiritual intelligence, turning into out-of-control zombies that turned around to frantically slaughter their former companions.

To be an enemy of the White Zombie, once wounded, was to plunge oneself into a desperate situation, destined to be backlashed.

Under the leadership of the three retainers, the 200,000 allied forces retreated step by step and suffered heavy casualties.

Meanwhile, inside the outside fortress, all the instructors' eyes were nailed tightly onto the light screen, their eyes burning and glowing.

An instructor from the Divine Palace stared fixedly at the three retainers slaughtering everywhere, unable to help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his tone trembling and full of disbelief.

"I... I didn't see wrong, right?!"

At this moment, the shock in everyone's hearts far exceeded that of witnessing Sargalian's appearance just now.

With their vision and cultivation, although a high-tier sub-dragon breed was rare and precious, it was still within the scope of cognition and not enough to make them lose their composure.

But the three retainers under Su Ming's command were different!

If Su Ming had not displayed an Army Soul Skill, they would just be somewhat tougher retainers.

But with the Army Soul Skill, they knew way too well the special nature of this kind of retainers.