459: Chapter 459 Blood Shadow Reigns Supreme, The Final Battle

"Please have him come in." The Blood Shadow Clone spoke.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Jingzhong replied respectfully. Immediately, a Black Robed Man walked into the Star Palace; it was none other than the Fourth Legion Commander, Wang Ku.

"This subject pays respects to Your Majesty." Wang Ku bowed respectfully, then flicked his sleeve.

In the Star Palace, a group of figures appeared; they were the Master of the Poison Sect, Xiao Yi Xian, and the experts of the Poison Sect.

"Rise." The Blood Shadow Clone spoke, standing up to look at the group.

"Li Jingzhong, take these people to the Imperial Prison. Without my order, no one is allowed to visit them." The Blood Shadow Clone added slowly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Afterward, Li Jingzhong took the people away, escorting Xiao Yi Xian and the others to the Imperial Prison.

"Wang Ku, come with me to the Izumo Empire." The Blood Shadow Clone said slowly, his gaze deep.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Subsequently, the Blood Shadow Clone and Wang Ku left the Black-Corner Region.

Jia Ma Holy City, Xiao Family.

Rage filled Xiao Lin's eyes, the atmosphere in the grand hall was icy, and shattered tables and chairs lay on the floor.

This indicated that something had happened here earlier.

"Uncle, is the Dazheng Empire really that difficult to deal with?" Xiao Lin asked hoarsely.

He seemed unwilling to believe how such a meticulously planned arrangement could have resulted in such a huge blunder.

Previously, they had dispatched three Half-Saint experts and six Dou Zun...

Even to be safe, Xiao Lin had sent three Dou Sheng experts from the Xiao Family: Uncle Xiao Ding, Second Uncle Xiao Li, and another Dou Sheng expert.

This force was not only rampant in the Northwest Continent, but even in the Central Plains, no one dared to provoke them, apart from top-tier factions.

Yet, just when Xiao Lin was feeling smug, thinking he could destroy the Dazheng Empire and subsequently control the Black-Corner Region...

He had even set his sights on the territory of the Northwest Continent.

All of this was just a beautiful fantasy.

Unfortunately, it was forcefully destroyed by the rising hegemon of the Black-Corner Region. The six Dou Zun brought... as well as numerous experts, were separated by a formation.

They were then surrounded and annihilated. Immediately after, Hun Tiandi acquired a peerless killing weapon from somewhere.

With one bow and one arrow, he killed two Half-Saint experts.

This scene was witnessed by countless onlookers, shocking all the experts.

Even Xiao Ding, Xiao Li, and the third Dou Sheng expert saw it with their own eyes and had no choice but to enter the fray themselves.

The three Dou Sheng experts of the Xiao Family arrived, thinking they would create an overwhelming situation.

A bizarre scene emerged; Hun Tiandi also sent out three Dou Sheng experts, forcibly tearing open a gap in this perfect killing trap to find a glimmer of hope.

How many more trump cards did this mysterious Lord of the Dazheng Empire, Hun Tiandi, still have hidden?

"I believe Hun Tiandi still has trump cards that haven't been exposed. Even if we added two more Dou Sheng experts, it's not certain we would win this match."

Xiao Ding took a deep breath. Although he was unwilling to believe it, that was the feeling that person gave him.

"This is impossible. How could a mere empire have so many trump cards?" Xiao Lin stood up abruptly, then flew into a rage.

But since these words came from his own uncle, he knew he would never deceive him.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, while the wariness in his heart toward the Dazheng Empire rose to the highest level.

"Uncle, Second Uncle, let's tend to your injuries first!" Xiao Lin said calmly.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li exchanged a glance, then slowly stood up and walked toward the grand hall.

"Dazheng Empire? Hun Tiandi?" Xiao Lin opened his eyes and gritted his teeth, saying, "I will remember this debt."

Three days later, Izumo City.

The Blood Shadow Clone arrived; the unification of the Northwest Continent was imminent.

In a palace, the Blood Shadow Clone sat on the dragon throne, with a line of key officials from the Dazheng Empire standing before him.

The four Legion Commanders: General Ye Wudi, Yun Xiao, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Wang Ku.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The group said respectfully.

"Hmm. Yun Xiao, what is the current situation in the Izumo Empire?" The Blood Shadow Clone asked.

"The war in the Northwest Continent is already drawing to a close. The Tianshe Empire has long since surrendered. As for the many sects and factions, those willing to submit have been brought under our control, and those unwilling have left."

"Our empire's army has already surrounded Izumo City, waiting for the final decisive battle." Yun Xiao said in a deep voice.

"Tomorrow, we commence the decisive battle!" The Blood Shadow Clone thought for a moment and finally gave the order.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The group said excitedly.

The Blood Shadow Clone began to handle heavy military and political affairs; at such a critical moment, there was no room for the slightest slack.

This was an imperial war, which was far more thrilling than a duel between two experts.

At the same time, every move of the Dazheng Empire gripped the hearts of the world's experts. After seeing the battlefield clearly, everyone was stunned.

Was Dazheng still just an empire?

Elsewhere, it would take a coalition of several empires to dare to oppose an imperial dynasty, but this Dazheng did not follow the beaten path.

A small empire was charging through the Northwest Continent, not only destroying the Tianshe Empire and nearly a hundred kingdoms, but even bringing many sects and factions under its control.

Did they think they were a Celestial Empire?

It was just such a bizarre empire fighting against an imperial dynasty, winning against the strong with the weak, and the advantage was on their side.

This Dazheng Empire was too powerful.

Outside Izumo City, the army was defeated like a collapsing mountain; they were completely unable to form a defense.

The Dazheng army was frantically harvesting cities, and countless city lords, after negotiating with the Dazheng envoys, defected and surrendered.

Suddenly, it was like adding frost to snow for the Izumo Empire.

The Dazheng legions seemed to be on a forced march, harvesting cities with incredible speed.

An imperial war: kings fighting kings, harvesting immeasurable fate.

Whoosh!

In the Izumo capital, a figure dressed in a dragon robe appeared; it was the Emperor of Chuyun, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for the final decisive battle.

His gaze was deep, his aura like the heavens.

Hum!

The Blood Shadow Clone was also wearing a dragon robe, his gaze cold and stern; the two emperors were in a standoff.

"Dazheng Empire, Hun Tiandi." The Emperor of Chuyun said calmly.

"Izumo Empire, Izumo." The Blood Shadow Clone said indifferently.

"You want to fight me?" The Blood Shadow Clone frowned, staring into the distance.

"The world is vast, and a defeat is hard to come by." The Emperor of Chuyun said in a deep voice. At their level, finding an opponent was difficult, especially in the Northwest Continent.

"Hahaha, if you want my fate, then follow me!" The Emperor of Chuyun laughed heartily, his figure turning into a stream of light as he headed into the distance.

The Blood Shadow Clone followed closely behind; in the final decisive battle, only the monarchs could make a move in an imperial war.

At the same time, the three legions were attacking the city frantically. Wang Ku stood in the midst of the battlefield, opening his arms, and the baleful energy and killing intent on the battlefield all converged toward him.

He was repairing his own injuries, as the Blood Shadow Clone had previously instructed.

Under the coordination of General Ye Wudi, Mr. Corpse Soul, and Yun Xiao, they quickly breached the capital of the Izumo Empire.

"Burn it." Mr. Corpse Soul said coldly.

Immediately, the Izumo Grand Hall was set ablaze. The True Dragon of Fate in the sky had a withered aura; its thin fate represented that it was about to meet its end.

It was nearly dissipated, and the fate was constantly flowing away; only one True Dragon of Fate remained, utterly exhausted.

It seemed as if it could disappear at any moment, yet it was unwilling to vanish, stubbornly holding on.

The Golden Dragon of Fate had arrived just in time, signifying that the Emperor of Chuyun was not yet dead. The garrison of Izumo City surrendered; there were no ambushes at all.

The Emperor of Chuyun had already run away, hearts were lost, so who would stand and resist?

Of course, the few who resisted were die-hard loyalists of Izumo; they were killed by the surrendered generals without the need for the three Legion Commanders to make a move.

Mr. Corpse Soul and the others did not enter; the valuable items inside had likely already been looted by the eunuchs and treacherous generals.

Spacious halls and endless palaces.

From the outside looking up, it was permeated with an infinite aura, carrying the presence of the Emperor of Chuyun, conveying the pressure of a superior.

"Burn..."

As for why it had to be burned, it was unknown. Under Mr. Corpse Soul's orders, they all took action; the Blood Shadow Clone wanted to seize the fate.

The imperial palace was the emperor's home, which was also the root, the foundation of the Izumo Empire.

In a certain sense, burning the imperial palace meant severing the foundation of the Izumo Empire; even if it was dilapidated, it still existed.

Above the imperial palace, it was connected to the fate of the imperial dynasty.

Fate was locked, converging thus.