"Young Emperor, this kind of bluff is useless against me. Look at the three junior brothers beside you. Their panicked expressions tell me that the Myriad Appearance Sect didn't send any more people. "The scar-faced youth waved the sharp blade in his hand as if he had seen through everything.
At this moment, Bai Ren, Zhao Qiang, and Zhao Jian all stared ahead with serious expressions.
A hundred disciples from the Tyrant's Blade Sect had already exceeded their expectations. It was completely different from what they knew.
What was worse was that there were six Nirvana Realm cultivators and a hundred Formative Essence Realm cultivators on their side.
Not to mention Bashan City, even the large cities under the Myriad Appearance Sect with Nirvana Realm cultivators wouldn't be able to resist this kind of strength.
Furthermore, even if they asked for help from the sect, it would take at least two days for them to reach Bashan City.
However, the three of them realized that their senior brother, Lin Qian, seemed to be very relaxed.
They originally thought that Lin Qian was bluffing, but his expression didn't seem to be the case.
"Could it be that senior brother has already asked for help from the sect?" Bai Ren guessed as he gripped the folding fan in his hand tightly.
"Indeed, the Myriad Appearance Sect didn't send anyone." Lin Qian revealed a smile. The soul power on his body dissipated, and his muscles relaxed. He didn't look like he was going to continue fighting. "But my people are here."
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and the entire plaza was abnormally bright.
However, after Lin Qian finished speaking, tiny black shadows appeared on the ground and continued to expand.
The black shadow in front of Lin Qian expanded the fastest, and it gradually formed a human figure.
Bang!
When the sound of metal hitting the ground rang out, and gravel flew everywhere, a valiant man wearing black dragon armor landed on one knee in front of Lin Qian.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of heavy armor hitting the ground continuously rang out in the plaza. Soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding long spears landed on one knee in front of Lin Qian.
The general kneeling in front of Lin Qian was his personal general in the game, the strongest growth-type general that he had personally created: Zhao Long!
The heavily armored spear soldiers kneeling around him were one of the lowest basic soldiers in the game, the spear soldiers.
Lin Qian had spent a lot of money in his previous life to get the best soldiers, even if it was the lowest rank.
Heavy Armor Technology: Max Level!
Profound Spear Technology: Max Level!
Life Technology: Max Level!
[Attribute Technology: Max]
Lin Qian was very proud and very confident. If this world allowed Formative Yuan Realm Spirit Warriors to form an army, his army of the lowest rank would also be the strongest!
"You want to compete with me in numbers? If you have a hundred people, then I have a thousand! " Lin Qian laughed mockingly as he looked at the originally insufferably arrogant scarred youth, who was now trembling as he stood where he was. He waved his hand and pointed at the youth.
"Soldiers, they're preparing to kill me. What should we do to deal with such people? "
As soon as Lin Qian finished speaking, Zhao Long stood up from the ground. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared angrily, "How dare you! Where did this evil creature come from? How dare you have such disrespectful thoughts towards His Majesty? You deserve to die! You deserve to die! We must slaughter your entire family!"
"Kill!" The furious Zhao Long immediately led the thousand soldiers that descended from the sky. They turned into a torrent of steel as they charged toward the Tyrant's Blade School and the Li Family.
In an instant, the two sides collided.
"A mere Formative Origin Stage dares to …" A Nirvana Realm disciple of the Tyrant's Blade School looked at the emotionless, cold eyes in front of him. He equipped himself with an origin artifact and unleashed the tyrannical strength of a Nirvana Realm expert. He fiercely hacked at a spear soldier in front of him.
Clang!
This Nirvana Realm disciple of the Tyrant's Blade School was stunned as he looked at his empty hands.
"Why is it that I, a Nirvana Realm cultivator, cannot break the armor of a Formative Origin Stage cultivator? Furthermore, my origin artifact was sent flying?" He could not understand as he watched the soldier he hacked crawl back to his feet unscathed.
Pu!
In the next moment, the black spearheads of several spears stabbed at him from several directions. They worked together to break through the Soul Energy protecting his body and pierce through it.
The other disciples of the Tyrant's Blade School and the Li Family were horrified to discover that the emotionless soldiers in front of them were like steel-like monsters.
The sharpness of the spears could easily break through their protective Soul Energy and sturdy armor. Their attacks could only leave white marks on the soldiers' bodies.
The strongest among this group of people, the scarred youth, frantically swung the sharp blade in his hand. Soul Energy condensed into blade lights that continuously hacked at Zhao Long.
Wielding the silver spear, Zhao Long only walked towards the scarred youth with a horrified expression. He did not dodge the Soul Energy blade lights, allowing them to strike his body and explode.
However, this powerful attack could only turn into black smoke that lingered on Zhao Long's body before gradually scattering.
"Impossible! How is this possible?" When the scarred youth saw Zhao Long walk over to him, he gave up resisting in despair. He allowed the sharp blade in his hand to fall to the ground and scatter into scarlet blades and metal balls.
As Zhao Long stared at the dazed scarred youth, disgust filled his face. "Trash like you dares to offend an Emperor's Might? You deserve death!"
Right after Zhao Long spoke, he raised his spear and pierced the scarred youth's heart.
Suppression. This army that descended from the sky completely suppressed the disciples of the Tyrant's Blade School and the Li Family in all aspects.
The Tyrant's Blade School's people appeared one after another, declaring that they would massacre the city. This plunged everyone into despair and fear.
However, the army that obeyed Lin Qian's orders easily crushed this fear.
"Today's weather is really good," Ye Nanxin muttered as she looked up at the sky.
In a dark and gloomy place far away from Bashan City, a man covered in blood and wounds was imprisoned in a dark and gloomy water prison.
Outside the water prison, a beautiful woman looked at the man in the prison with tears in her eyes. "Big Brother Lin, what should I do? I really regret it. We should not have come back."
"A little pain is nothing. They won't take my life. But Little Yun, no matter what they say, do not agree to cure Qian 'er's Martial Soul. Do not tell them where Qian' er is.
"I would rather he be a cripple and live an ordinary life than let my son get involved." The woman nodded at the man, her eyes filled with sorrow and longing. "I wonder how Qian 'er is doing now."
In the meeting hall of the Ye Family, the influential people of Bashan City gathered around a youth with flattering expressions, offering tea and massaging his shoulders and legs.
Lin Qian, who did not know that his parents were suffering, had everyone disperse with a helpless expression. "Why are you gathering around me? Sit down!"
As soon as Lin Qian said this, everyone moved away like a whirlwind and sat down in the meeting hall.
"It is not right for the enemy to say this." After everyone sat down, Lin Qian stood up and nodded to them. "I am the inspector of Bashan City this time, Lin Qian of the Myriad Phenomenon Sect. People call me the Young Emperor.
"Tomorrow, the Myriad Phenomenon Trial will continue, and each family will get an extra spot to participate in the competition. The rewards for the competition will increase accordingly. "
When Lin Qian finished speaking, everyone present beamed with joy.
But when Lin Qian finished speaking, he fainted and fell to the ground.
Before losing consciousness, Lin Qian saw Ye Nanxin rush over.
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