The normal space of Pan Xi world and Fallen Land was separated by a turbid layer of mist. This turbid mist had a slight nature of Chaos. If an ordinary human being accidentally stepped into this mist, he or she would never be able to step into Fallen Land, even if they had a hundred lives to live.
Thirty-six large black flags floated upon the gray mist. Inside those flags, black mist had been spreading out while watery mist surged. The bone-piercingly cold watery mist wove into an enormous gate in the air. Countless local people hurriedly rushed into the gate with their children. The watery mist rolled them up, then these local people disappeared without a trace.
When many local people rushed into the gate, they would raise their heads and shout 'Great King Gong Sun, please be merciful!'. Then, wisps of spirit power would surge out from between their eyebrows, like water droplets merging into streams, then into rivers, eventually into great rivers, surging into Gong Sun Yuan's body, who was standing on top of a towering mountain tens of thousands of miles away.
Gong Sun Yuan was wearing a golden armor, mounted on a yellow dragon, holding a shield with his left hand and a sword with his right hand, facing nearly ten-thousand Jia Clan warriors.
Under his feet, nearly a hundred dead bodies of Jia Clan's warriors were lying in disorder. Scorching hot blood was ceaselessly flowing out of the bodies of these Jia Clan's warriors, which were still twitching. The blood was glowing with a scorching hot light, flowing down the mountain, melting a large part of the mountain rocks.
Behind Gong Sun Yuan, a totem flag fluttered high in the air. On the blood-red flag, a yellow dragon was fluttering in the air, surrounded by countless blades, swords, axes, spears, and other weapons, emitting beams of cold light from time to time.
Three-thousand You Xiong Family elite warriors with heavy armors had formed a great battle formation behind Gong Sun Yuan. The armors of the tens of warrior leaders in the front were torn apart, and one could still see deep wounds on their muscular bodies. However, as Divine Magi, their strong life-force allowed their wounds to squirm and shrink ceaselessly.
A strange power lingered on the wounds of these warriors. The blood-red light emitted from Divine Magi spirit blood and a dim layer of light had been devouring and clashing against each other. Occasionally, thin streams of death power would spurt out from their wounds, and large pieces of flesh would explode for no reason. However, these warriors expressionlessly looked at the enemies in front of them, as if they couldn't feel any pain at all.
A Yu Clan young man, who was holding a black staff and riding on the back of a four-tusked white elephant, looked at Gong Sun Yuan with a darkened face.
Gong Sun Yuan raised the golden, simple and heavy long sword held in his right hand high, looked at that Yu Clan young man and growled, "Dishi Fang, do you have the guts to fight me face to face without the help of that black staff?"
A fierce gale blew across the mountaintop. Gong Sun Yuan's long hair fluttered in the air while an indescribable sense of pride rose straight into the sky like an erupting volcano, shattering the clouds in the sky. "Don't you Yu Clan nobles like to brag about the so-called 'etiquette', the so-called 'rules' and the so-called 'glory'? Bullsh * t etiquette, bullsh * t rules, bullsh * t honor. You don't even dare to fight me with real swords and spears! "
Dishi Fang clenched his fingers. Dim beams of light burst from the black staff, and an erect eye slowly emerged on the head of the staff.
Behind Gong Sun Yuan, in the area tens of thousands of miles in radius, countless local people dragged their families towards the gate formed by the thirty-six black flags with difficulty. Some powerful local people had been casting all kinds of secret magics to help their people run faster.
Even with the help of these secret magics, those local people who were the furthest away from the gate couldn't enter the gate without three to five days, and couldn't escape into Fallen Land. Not to mention the fact that countless local people had been gathering towards this area. Large groups of local people had been crossing the mountain guarded by Gong Sun Yuan, fleeing towards the gate in panic.
"Fight me with real swords and spears?" Dishi Fang gave an evil smile and said, "For these local people, you want to fight against so many elite warriors of my kind, with such a small number of people? Is it worth it, Gong Sun Yuan? "
Gong Sun Yuan raised his head and said blandly, "Those who refuse to be educated by me are like ants to me, and I won't show any mercy even if I want to kill them. But all those who are educated by me are my people, and I see them as my trusted subordinates. I will protect them even at the cost of my own life."
Giving a deep smile, Gong Sun Yuan continued proudly, "This is my Dao, the Dao of a prince of my You Xiong Family. You don't understand."
Dishi Fang chuckled, put down the black staff, pulled out an exquisite rapier, and slightly wielded it as he said, "I don't understand? I understand, your so-called Dao is actually to imitate that ancestor of yours as much as possible. Emperor Xuanyuan, hehe, do you think you can be the next human emperor? "
"Attack!" Dishi Fang said proudly, "Give him a fair death, chop off his head, make his skull into a wine bowl, then I will carve a line of words on it — This is an idiot who dreamed of becoming a Holy Emperor! Hahaha! Attack! "
Over ten-thousand Jia Clan warriors burst with resonant growls. In thousand-warrior units, they roared towards the mountaintop where Gong Sun Yuan was like ten raging black dragons.
The few Xiu Clan young men standing behind Dishi Fang grinned together. The bracelets worn on their wrists burst with dazzling lights, from which, countless differently sized metal balls flew out. These metal balls split up the moment they landed on the ground, transforming into countless weirdly shaped metal spiders, scorpions, tigers, leopards and other beasts, launching their attacks.
Within a blink of an eye, the few Xiu Clan young men took out over a hundred thousand battle puppets. These battle puppets merged into a metal torrent, surpassing the Jia Clan warriors in the front and silently approaching Gong Sun Yuan.
"Kill the devil!" Gong Sun Yuan growled out. His face blushed, then he let out a mouthful of blood on the golden long sword held in his hand.
The long sword vibrated intensely while countless ancient style spell symbols surged out from the sword edge. A dazzling golden sword light dazzled out for nearly ten miles, roaring down towards those battle puppets that were rushing up along the mountaintop.
The sword light shattered, and countless different-sized golden sword lights spread out in all directions.
Countless metal puppets were cut open by the incomparably sharp sword lights, and the cuts were as smooth as mirrors. Wherever the golden sword lights swept across, large numbers of metal puppets fell to the ground while letting out smoke and fire. The faces of the few Xiu Clan young men twitched intensely. This great loss made their hearts bleed.
With a single hack, over ten-thousand metal puppets were torn into pieces.
Gong Sun Yuan roared out while the long sword held in his hands swung down ceaselessly, leaving a dazzling cold light in the air. Arc-Shaped sword lights flashed across the mountaintop like lawnmowers. Wherever they swept across, all metal puppets would be cut into pieces.
Ji Hao rode on Mr. Crow's back and rushed out of Fallen Land.
His pair of eyes sparkled with a golden light. From a distance away, Ji Hao saw Gong Sun Yuan standing on the mountaintop, crazily wielding his sword.
"I didn't think that he could be so brave." Looking at Gong Sun Yuan, who looked like a crazy devil, Ji Hao didn't know how to describe his feeling. 'This guy actually has a side like this. ' 'This descendant of the You Xiong Family is indeed extraordinary. '
Si Wen Ming rushed out of the mist as well. Seeing Gong Sun Yuan gradually being surrounded by those metal puppets, Si Wen Ming silently pulled out the long sword carried on his back and launched a hack from a long distance away.
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