329: Chapter 329 The Army Approaches the Royal Court: The Cold-Blooded Father's Last Madness

The rolling river of lava emitted a pungent smell of sulfur, churning and roaring before the two armies.

Ten massive Xu Family void warships hovered above the lava river, their cold bows pointing directly at the Foreign Domain Royal Court on the opposite bank, built from white bones and obsidian.

Ten thousand Pojun Imperial Guards stood upon the decks, their halberds like a forest; their solemn killing intent even suppressed the violent fire-attribute Spiritual Qi around them.

On the hundred-zhang-high walls of the Royal Court, tens of thousands of heavily armored Foreign Domain Guards stood ready. However, when these guards clearly saw the dark-red figure standing at the bow of the enemy's flagship, holding the arm of that Upper Realm man, their originally orderly Formation broke into an uncontrollable commotion.

"It's the Eldest Commandery Princess!"

"How can Her Highness the Princess be standing on the enemy's warship?!"

"Shut up! That is a traitor to the Royal Court!"

The defending general on the wall barked angrily, forcibly suppressing the soldiers' panic, but his own hand gripping the hilt of his blade was trembling slightly.

Helian Yue held immense prestige within the Foreign Domain's military. Now that she was not only alive but had openly become the enemy's guide, it was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the morale of the Foreign Domain defenders.

On the flagship's deck, Helian Yue coldly gazed at her former subordinates on the opposite bank.

There was not a single ripple in her eyes. From the moment that man triggered the death curse within her body, her ties with the land that raised her had been completely severed.

*Buzz—*

Just as the two armies confronted each other, a towering Blood-colored Altar deep within the Royal Court suddenly erupted with a pillar of blood-red light that pierced the sky.

As the light pillar rose, a terrifying pressure belonging exclusively to a Quasi-Emperor powerhouse swept across the entire battlefield like a physical storm.

The lava in the river was stirred by this pressure, surging into the sky and forming walls of crimson fire.

"Finally willing to come out."

Xu Chen watched the figure in black-gold imperial robes slowly rising from the blood-colored light pillar, a wild and arrogant sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

The King of the Foreign Domain wore a Flat-topped Imperial Crown and stepped through the Void Realm, walking step by step into the sky above the Royal Court.

His eyes were still filled with crimson blood, and his face had a sickly pallor. The backlash from Xu Chen forcibly severing the blood-sacrifice death curse the previous night had caused a crack to appear in his already unstable Quasi-Emperor Realm.

"Wretched daughter!"

The King of the Foreign Domain did not look at Xu Chen; instead, he locked his murderous gaze onto Helian Yue, who stood beside Xu Chen.

"I granted you life and bestowed upon you wealth and honor! Not only do you show no gratitude, but you dare to collude with Upper Realm natives and lead them to attack the Royal Court! You ancestor-betraying beast, your Divine Soul should be extracted and burned in the Netherworld Flames for ten thousand years!"

Facing her biological father's verbal abuse, Helian Yue did not back down. Instead, she took a step forward, pointed at the King of the Foreign Domain in mid-air, and let out a mocking laugh.

"Granted me life? You merely treated me as a vessel to nurture the illusory sea spirit fetus!"

Helian Yue's voice, laced with True Qi, spread clearly throughout the entire battlefield.

"Last night, when the expeditionary force was defeated, you feared I would fall into enemy hands and leak secrets. To forcibly Breakthrough your pathetic Realm, you didn't hesitate to trigger the death curse planted in my Bloodline! If my Master hadn't saved me, I would have been drained into a dry corpse by you, you Old thing!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Foreign Domain Guards on the wall burst into an uproar.

Even a tiger does not eat its cubs. Their King actually used such sinister methods to sacrifice his own daughter?

Seeing the wavering morale of the soldiers below, the King of the Foreign Domain became enraged from shame.

"Nonsense! Men! Fire! Turn this traitor and those Upper Realm natives into sieves!"

However, the general and soldiers on the wall looked at each other, and for a moment, no one pulled the trigger of the Spiritual Power Ballistae.

In a place like the Foreign Domain where the Law of the jungle was highly revered, brutality could be accepted, but such cowardly behavior as backstabbing one's own daughter made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"A bunch of useless trash! What use do I have for raising you!"

Seeing this, the King of the Foreign Domain laughed out of extreme anger.

He violently flicked his wide black-gold sleeves, and a broken bone blade emitting overwhelming resentment appeared in his hand.

Only most of the blade remained of this bone blade, and the edge was covered in dark-red rust, but the pressure it contained was several times more terrifying than a common extreme dao imperial weapon. This was a fragmented emperor artifact shattered in an ancient war!

"Since none of you are willing to die for me, then all of you shall become my blood food!"

The King of the Foreign Domain acted as if he were mad. He raised the broken bone blade high, and a blood-colored vertical slit opened at his brow.

"Blood Sacrifice: Myriad Spirits Returning to the Origin!"

With his roar, the towering Blood-colored Altar began to operate violently.

"Ah!"

On the city wall, several thousand heavily armored Foreign Domain Guards closest to the altar suddenly let out shrill screams.

Their bodies withered uncontrollably, and the essence blood and Divine Souls within them turned into streams of crimson, forcibly extracted from their bodies and frantically converging toward the King of the Foreign Domain in mid-air.

"My King! No!"

"We are willing to fight to the death! We beg for the King's mercy!"

The general and soldiers wailed in despair, but before a Quasi-Emperor level blood sacrifice Cultivation Technique, their Saint and Half-Saint cultivation bases had no power to resist at all.

In just a few breaths, thousands of dry corpses appeared on the wall.

After absorbing this essence blood, the King of the Foreign Domain's originally pale face instantly turned ruddy. The Quasi-Emperor aura that had dropped due to the backlash miraculously stabilized and even showed signs of rising.

"He's mad... he's truly gone mad..."

Watching this scene, a deep sorrow and disgust flashed in Helian Yue's eyes. This was the Royal Court she once served; to preserve his power, he had abandoned even the last shred of decency.

"Are you afraid?"

Xu Chen's warm hand naturally wrapped around Helian Yue's waist, pulling her closer into his embrace.

An invisible silver-white Law of space raised an absolute defensive barrier around the two of them, isolating the sickening smell of blood and the violent pressure of the battlefield.

Helian Yue leaned against Xu Chen's firm chest. In this small space belonging only to the two of them, the feeling of oppression from facing a Quasi-Emperor powerhouse vanished completely.

"I'm not afraid."

Helian Yue looked up at Xu Chen's well-defined jawline, the fire of her fanatical admiration for the strong igniting once more. "As long as I am by Master's side, even if there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood ahead, Yue'er is not afraid."

She had completely severed ties with her past, placing all her stakes and faith on this Upper Realm man.

"Stay obediently within the Formation and watch how your husband deals with this old madman."

Xu Chen patted her waist, let go, and stepped out of the warship's defensive shield.

"Grand Elder, raise the warship three hundred zhang, activate the Black Tortoise Heaven-Guarding Formation, and protect all the soldiers. Nangong Waner, Lin Qingxue, the two of you take the Shadow Guards and clear out the remaining soldiers on the wall who haven't been drained dry."

Xu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying an absolute leadership that calmed people's hearts.

"Understood!"

The Grand Elder immediately maneuvered the warship higher. Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue did not hesitate either; combining their swords, they led a group of elite Pojun Imperial Guards and charged toward the wall like streaks of light.

After arranging everything, Xu Chen turned his head to look at the King of the Foreign Domain in mid-air, who was frantically consuming blood.

"Old thing, have you had your fill?"

Xu Chen stood in the Void Realm with his hands behind his back, golden Formation patterns slowly swirling in his deep eyes. The Heavenly Dao Divine Pupils were opened to their limit, firmly locking onto the chaotic Spiritual Qi circulation paths within the King of the Foreign Domain's body.

"Outsider! Today, I shall use your Divine Soul to sacrifice to my Soul-Slaying Bone Blade!"

Feeling the unprecedented power within him, the King of the Foreign Domain stopped the blood sacrifice. He gripped the fragmented emperor artifact bone blade with both hands and slashed down violently.

*Boom!*

A ten-thousand-zhang-long crimson blade-light tore through the dark-red sky, carrying a power that could destroy everything. It split the lava river below in two and fell straight toward the top of Xu Chen's head.

The power of a Quasi-Emperor was truly terrifying.

Inside the warship's defensive Formation, Helian Yue watched the blade-light that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, her hands involuntarily clutching her hem.

Facing this strike that could instantly turn any Saint King into ashes.

Xu Chen, in mid-air, did not even draw the sword at his waist.

He simply raised his right hand casually. In his palm, a mass of purple-gold Hongmeng Creation Qi was pulsing at an extremely strange frequency.

"A Quasi-Emperor built upon the blood of others..."

Xu Chen watched the approaching blade-light, an extremely disdainful sneer curling at his lips.

"You think you're worthy of being called a Quasi-Emperor?"