120: Chapter 120 All Races Follow, the Young Heavenly Emperor!

Father Qin Huangtian had spoken.

This Great Emperor-level influence was extremely effective.

Not to mention, the one leading the expedition this time was Qin Yu.

Bursts of frantic shouting came from outside the warship.

They all addressed Qin Yu as the Young Heavenly Emperor—Heavenly Emperor Qin!

"The Qin Family Zhentian Army is invincible!"

"Divine Son is mighty!"

"Follow the Heavenly Emperor and slaughter the scum of the foreign realm!"

The waves of sound grew higher and higher.

Qin Yu straightened his robe.

He walked out of the Bliss Palace and came to the edge of the deck.

He looked out.

The entire sky was filled with a dark mass of heads.

Dense and packed, one could not see the end.

Nine Dragons were pulling the imperial chariot, circling above the main warship.

An old man wearing a Bagua Daoist robe stepped on a Flying Sword and approached.

His face was full of wrinkles, and he brought a group of hot-blooded young people with him.

He was the Holy Master of a certain Immortal Holy Land.

"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor Qin!"

"This old man has brought the elites of my sect specifically to follow Your Highness!"

"We swear to fight those foreign scum to the death!"

The old man shouted until his face was red.

He struck a tragic pose, ready to sacrifice his life for righteousness at any moment.

Qin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold and indifferent.

"You have heart. Return to the ranks."

"Thank you, Heavenly Emperor Qin!"

The old man's voice trembled with excitement.

The young Disciples below waved their weapons fanatically.

Their eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the tall, upright figure high above on the warship.

In their hearts.

They had long regarded Qin Yu as their faith and deity.

To be able to follow the Young Heavenly Emperor and the Qin Family.

Everyone felt immensely honored.

Qin Yu watched this frantic atmosphere.

The atmosphere had been built up to this point.

It wouldn't be right not to say a few words.

He raised his hand slightly, and the noisy sounds below stopped instantly.

Orders were followed strictly; the crowd's obedience was extremely high.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, not a single inch of land shall be yielded."

"In today's battle, This Divine Son will lead the charge."

"If gods block, I kill gods; if devils block, I kill devils."

Qin Yu spoke domineeringly, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens.

As his voice fell.

The entire crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

Countless Cultivators from small factions were moved to tears by these words.

They swore to follow Qin Yu until the end of time.

Qin Yu looked down at the flushed faces below.

He felt immensely gratified and deeply moved.

He had only wanted to be a villain in the beginning.

Who would have thought it would develop into saving the world?!

...

The journey was extremely long.

The fleet marched mightily across the borders of the great provinces.

Approaching the outskirts of the Heavenly Abyss.

The world changed color completely.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the cold wind was biting.

There was not a shred of Spiritual Qi here.

Instead, it was filled with a thick, lingering smell of blood.

Even the light filtering down from the sky was a ghastly green.

High above.

The Void Realm was torn apart, and shocking spatial cracks appeared.

Those Holy Land Disciples who had just been clamoring to kill the foreign races.

Their expressions changed instantly.

This area was filled with the death Law generated by the collision of the two worlds.

The pressure was immense.

Thump!

A Loose Cultivator could not withstand the squeezing of this violent Dao.

He fell straight to his knees on his Flying Sword and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

And this was only the outskirts.

Walking further ahead.

More and more low-level Cultivators felt their Meridians snapping and their internal organs churning.

The army's advance speed was forcibly slowed down.

Fear quietly spread among the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators along those pitch-black cracks.

Qin Yu frowned and glanced at the people below who were shrinking their necks.

A bunch of trash who came to mooch off the battle achievements.

They couldn't even walk properly; what were they going to use to fight the foreign army to the death?

If they delayed This Divine Son from "stocking up" later.

They would all get the whip.

Seeing this, he raised his foot and stomped heavily on the deck.

Purple-gold Grandmist God-Demon blood energy surged out wildly.

It turned into a halo that tore through the heavens and earth, shooting straight into the Nine Heavens.

Bang!

A piercing sonic boom of air waves exploded.

That domineering barrier belonging solely to him.

Instantly expanded hundreds of miles outward.

Directly shielding the entire allied army below within it.

The power of the Grandmist Law forcibly shattered the manic and bloodthirsty aura of the foreign realm.

Everyone who had felt suffocated and oppressed.

Simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Their lungs finally felt a glimmer of life again.

They looked up, still shaken.

Gazing up at the thick purple-gold barrier above their heads.

"What kind of terrifying strength is this!"

"Protecting hundreds of thousands of us with a wave of his hand!"

"Apart from Heavenly Emperor Qin, no one else in the world could do this!"

Exclamations rose one after another.

The hot-bloodedness that had just been extinguished in everyone.

Once again burned wildly.

They had no idea.

This was merely Qin Yu finding them too slow and casually clearing the "roadblock" function.

But this did not prevent everyone from imagining things.

Han Yueli and Lin Cangyue stood on both sides.

Their eyes were filled with an inseparable adoration.

Such heroic spirit is unparalleled in the world.

Crossing the broken ruins of the outer city.

The core area of the Heavenly Abyss battlefield was exposed to everyone's eyes.

The ground was charred black, and the soil was all dark red.

That was the mark left by years of being soaked and dried by the blood of experts.

Countless long spears and broken armor were scattered about.

A towering black mist churned on the plain ahead.

Woo!

A dull, oppressive horn sound rang out.

Countless black-armored soldiers rode terrifying exotic beasts.

Arraying a massive, peerless battle formation on the black wasteland.

Pairs of bloodthirsty, fanatical eyes glowed in the dark.

A million foreign troops stood in battle formation, waiting.

Just one look.

Was enough to shatter most of a person's courage.

This was simply not a Hell that Mortals should set foot in.

The bold words of those Cultivators from just before disappeared once again.

Their palms couldn't stop sweating.

Even the fingers of the leading old Holy Master holding his sword were trembling crazily.

And in the hazy sky in the distance.

A figure clad in heavy black-gold armor with wings on its back hovered in the Void Realm.

Sky Splitter held a blood-stained spear in his hand.

His gaze locked tightly onto Qin Yu, who stood proudly on the deck of the main warship.

A provocation full of Killing Intent.

That was the gaze that truly belonged to an Asura.

Facing the million-strong army and Sky Splitter.

Qin Yu had no intention of retreating at all.

A mass of indescribable brutality ignited in the depths of his eyes.

These were already top-tier Materials that couldn't be any more mature.

He flipped his palm.

A long banner wrapped in black mist appeared in his hand.

The souls inside the grand void soul devouring banner sensed the aura of those experts outside.

They emitted greedy and urgent wails of fierce ghosts.

They had been starving for too long.

Qin Yu gripped the banner pole, his five fingers tightening bit by bit.

Opposite.

On the vast and boundless black wasteland, the million-strong foreign army stood quietly.

Except for the occasional heavy breathing from the exotic beast mounts between their legs.

Not a single sound could be heard from the entire army.

The military discipline was strict.

The Killing Intent was as thick as ink.

This overwhelming military formation pressure formed a massive black energy.

Rising up along the cliff, crashing directly into the allied army's main warship.

On the deck.

The hundreds of thousands of Cultivators from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths who had followed to join in the fun, hoping to mooch some military merits for expanding territory.

Completely shut their mouths when they saw the scene below, which looked like a scroll of Hell.

Greenhouse flowers that had not experienced the baptism of blood and fire.

Faced the cruelty of the foreign realm for the first time.

Everywhere were Holy Land Disciples lying horizontally and vertically, gnawed down to nothing but skeletons.

The scene was extremely tragic!