208: Chapter 208 The Chaotic Battle Begins

He deliberately drew out his tone, flames rapidly condensing in his palm, transforming into a burning halberd engraved with eerie runes. The halberd tip flickered, emitting a terrifying Aura capable of burning mountains and boiling seas—

"In front of me, the few of you are not worth a glance!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's expression was calm as water. He slammed his long spear into the ground. With a dull "thud," the ground vibrated, kicking up a ring of dust.

The spear tip pointed obliquely at Fentian. The coiled Dragon patterns on the spear shaft bloomed with dazzling crimson light due to anger, and the Dragon scales seemed to be trembling slightly:

"Fentian! I did not expect that as the Young Lord of Lieyang Valley, you would willingly degenerate into a lackey for the Tai Miao Ancestral Witches? By acting as a tiger's accomplice like this, are you not afraid of leaving a bad name for ten thousand years and disgracing your ancestors?!"

The Imperial Dynasty disciples behind him stepped forward in unison, the clanging sound of spiritual weapons unsheathing merging into one, like a sudden clap of thunder.

The Aura of the dozen or so people merged into one, not at all inferior to Fentian's blazing pressure—each one had a resolute gaze, and their killing intent was as biting as the cold wind of midwinter!

"A lackey?"

Fentian sneered, the flames around him rising once more, the crimson firelight illuminating half the sky as if stained with blood:

"Winners are kings, losers are bandits; it has been this way since ancient times! Those who understand the times are the truly outstanding ones! Second Prince, you cling to that pedantic loyalty. It is no wonder you can only watch as the Opportunity slips away, and even have to yield the throne to an 'abandoned' big brother!"

His gaze turned to Xuanyuan Zhanxian in the flame cage, a flash of shrewdness in his eyes, his tone taking on a hint of coaxing:

"Now that Xuanyuan Zhanxian has fallen deep into the demonic path and is entangled with evil things, he is a major threat to everyone. Why not step aside and let me remove this obstacle for you? In the future, you will inherit the throne logically. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? What does the Second Prince think?"

"I—do—not—think—so!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's face sank. The spear tip vibrated incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound, and the Dragon on the shaft seemed to struggle to break free from its restraints; the sound of a Dragon's roar was faintly audible.

His tone was resolute and decisive, carrying an unquestionable determination:

"Whether Xuanyuan Zhanxian lives or dies, whether he is a devil or a human, is not for a lackey of the Imperial Ancestral Temple like you to comment on!"

He stepped forward violently, the spear body straightening like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, the tip pointing directly at Fentian's face. His voice was as clanging as metal striking stone, shaking the surrounding air until it trembled:

"Even though I have never agreed with his actions, and have even been unwilling to acknowledge him as my big brother... he is ultimately a prince of my Great Wu Dynasty! He is my nominal brother, Second Prince Wu Yuanchen! If you want to touch him, you must first step over the corpse of Second Prince Wu Yuanchen!"

"Stubborn and foolish!"

Flames surged in Fentian's eyes, anger and killing intent intertwining and boiling. The burning halberd violently tore through the sky, carrying a destructive Aura capable of burning the eight wildernesses, stabbing straight at Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's face!

Wherever the halberd tip passed, the air was instantly ignited, emitting a "sizzling" sound. The scorching heat wave was almost enough to singe a person's hair:

"Since you are determined to protect a dying Devil Head, then I will kill you as well, and send you two brothers to keep each other company on the road to Yellow Springs!"

"Hmph, kill me? Do you even deserve to?!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen did not retreat but advanced instead, his footwork changing in an arcane manner. The long spear spun in mid-air, creating a ball of crimson fire as blazing as the sun.

The moment the spear tip and the halberd collided violently—sparks showered down like a torrential rain, and the ear-piercing sound of metal clashing was almost enough to tear one's eardrums!

The spear shadows were like an angry Dragon emerging from the sea, coiling and agile, carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt; the halberd flames were like a vicious tiger pouncing on prey, fierce and violent, carrying the power to burn the heavens and destroy the earth.

Two extremely rigid and Yang-aligned violent forces collided and tore at each other in mid-air, shockwaves spreading out in circles, shaking the surrounding Cultivators until their faces turned pale, causing them to retreat repeatedly; no one dared to challenge their sharpness!

"Second Prince, why bother?"

Fentian's Move became increasingly ruthless, the halberd sweeping horizontally and hacking vertically, each strike striving for destruction.

The ground was swept by the halberd wind, turning entirely into scorched earth, with black smoke rolling:

"Xuanyuan Zhanxian's fall into the demonic path is a foregone conclusion! You could have inherited the throne, sitting upon the vast rivers and mountains, but now, for a dying person, you make an enemy of the Tai Miao Ancestral Witches. Is it worth it?!"

"Is it worth it?"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen parried the incoming halberd with his spear, the spear tip like a venomous Dragon emerging from its cave, striking straight at Fentian's throat. His eyes were as firm as an ancient rock, his voice resonant:

"We sons of the Wu family, in life we must protect our home and country, and in death we must protect the common people! If, for the sake of that cold power, I were to abandon Dao and morality, and harm my own kin—such a throne, I would rather not have!"

"Damn it! We should have uprooted this group of ungrateful wolf-hearted Sects long ago!"

The Imperial Dynasty nobles behind him erupted in earth-shaking roars, the sound waves rushing straight into the clouds.

They no longer held their positions, but one after another raised their spiritual weapons and launched an active charge!

Although they were less than half the number of the opponent, each one was like a tiger released from its cage, fearless of death—actually forcing those rebels driven by greed to retreat step by step, with screams of misery rising one after another!

The flames were still burning fiercely, and the slaughter was still continuing.

The fierce battle between Second Prince Wu Yuanchen and Fentian had reached a boiling point!

Between heaven and earth, every inch of air was roaring and trembling!

The spear struck like a mad Dragon tearing through the sky, the halberd danced like ten thousand devils roaring, the loud sound of metal clashing exploded continuously, and the sound waves bombarded the distant mountains like a tangible force, causing the peaks to hum!

The Imperial golden light emitted by the spear tip and the flames rolling from the halberd blade were frantically intertwined, every collision bursting out with a sound as if heaven and earth were being created.

The scorching heat wave spread like a landslide and tsunami, the earth was baked until it cracked inch by inch, stubborn rocks melted into crimson magma in the high temperature, and the air was filled with a pungent, scorched odor.

"Protect the home and country? Shelter the common people?"

Fentian's offensive was like a tide, the halberd rolling up sky-burning flames, each strike carrying the power to collapse mountains and rivers, his sharp sneer like a sharp blade scraping across metal and stone:

"Second Highness, you are too naive! This world is no longer what it used to be! The old order is destined to crumble, only power is eternal! The authority and strength bestowed by the Tai Miao Ancestral Witches, how could your rotten Imperial Dynasty ever hope to reach it?"

Before the words fell, he suddenly spun around, his halberd tearing through the sky and hacking down!

A purple-red fire moon spanning heaven and earth roared out, the Void Realm where it passed twisting and burning, emitting a teeth-aching sizzling explosion—the ground was instantly plowed into bottomless lava gullies!

"Absurd!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen was furious, his hair standing on end. He stepped forward to meet the attack, his coiled Dragon spear bursting with golden brilliance that illuminated heaven and earth. The phantom of the golden Dragon coiled around the spear shaft raised its head and roared, its Dragon Might mighty, violently crashing into that destructive fire moon!

"My Great Wu's Legacy has lasted for ten thousand years, relying on an unyielding backbone and an undying fighting spirit! You bunch of people who forget your ancestors, do you even deserve to talk about Heaven's Mandate?!"

"Boom—!!"

The Dragon-shaped golden light and the destructive fire moon collided in the air, the golden and red energies tearing at each other frantically, erupting with a shockwave that swept across the eight wildernesses!

The two retreated ten zhang simultaneously—the Dragon patterns on Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's spear body flickered, and a line of blood seeped from the corner of his lips; the ground where Fentian stood cracked like a spider web, and for the first time, shock and anger appeared in his eyes! He had not expected that the Imperial Dragon Qi would have such restraint against evil fire!

Fentian's peripheral vision swept across the flank battlefield—

Chu Zhanxiao was still like an ancient rock, standing majestically in front of Jian Tanghuang and that violently trembling flame cage.

His battle robe, soaked in blood, had been stained dark red, several deep, bone-visible wounds were shocking to the eye, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows—but the fire of battle in those tiger eyes was burning even more fiercely!

Silver and golden Dragon phantoms swirled and galloped, every punch thrown carrying the power to collapse mountains and break cliffs, shattering all the attacks that surged in like a tide.

He could not retreat, nor was he willing to. Because behind him was his best friend whom he protected with his life, the brother struggling on the edge of the demonic abyss!

And the performance of that group of Imperial Dynasty disciples was even more beyond expectations!

The battle formation they formed was like a copper wall and iron fortress—shields like a solid city, spears like a dense forest, runes flickering within the flowing sword light.

Although the numbers were disparate, they remained motionless amidst the rebels' wild attacks, instead advancing step by step!

"Exterminate all the rebels! Defend my rivers and mountains!"

"Imperial Heaven is above, the bloody battle will not cease!"

"Sons of the Wu Dynasty, we only know how to die in battle!"

Young faces were covered in blood, filth, and dust; those with broken arms bit their blades with their teeth, those with injured legs fought while kneeling on the ground.

The earth-shaking roars gathered into a song of unyielding battle, and in every pair of eyes, the fire of belief was burning—this was loyalty fused into bone and blood, a thousand-year undying military soul!

Fentian's inner anxiety grew stronger.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Aura became increasingly chaotic, the flame cage trembled incessantly, and Devilish Qi and Sword Intent were engaged in a final contest. If he could not end the battle quickly...

"This is what you asked for!"

Fentian suddenly gave a sharp, long howl, and while leaping backward, he formed seals with both hands.

The flames around his body turned from crimson to purple, and the scorching Aura was instantly replaced by the chill of the Nine Netherworlds—dark purple ghost fire leaped and rose, countless wailing resentful souls echoed in the Void Realm, making one's hair stand on end!

The dark purple flames rapidly condensed into a hundred-zhang ghost shadow, twisted limbs entangled with cursed black fog, purple light flickering in the hollow eye sockets, merely gazing at it made one's Divine Soul tremble!

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's pupils shrank, and he roared sharply:

"Imperial Extreme Imperial Heaven, rise!"