Tu Wancheng's smile gradually stiffened. "God dammit, there must be something wrong with that armour!"
Dai Mengfan also said, "Junior brother Lu, the Giant Spirit Armour you forged is actually like this …"
Lu Boyan shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the armour. That's his own power."
The true disciples all fell silent. In particular, the true disciples who had once wagered on whether Li Qingshan could become a true disciple within thirty years all felt rather embarrassed.
"Senior brother Le's insight is still outstanding after all!"
Le Tian smiled unnoticeably bitterly. Even he had never seen his true appearance in the past. He only treated him as a dark horse worth betting on. Looking at it now, if he was a dark horse, then what was he? An inferior horse?
Across the six realms of saṃsāra and the three thousand worlds, just how many people could achieve something like this? Not to mention he already possessed such strength after undergoing the fifth heavenly tribulation.
Not to mention, he already had such strength after just overcoming the fifth Heavenly Tribulation. If he reached the peak of the fifth Heavenly Tribulation, not to mention becoming a true disciple, he might even become the Eldest Senior Brother.
"In terms of insight, I only admire junior sister Ruan for summoning this kid to the Myriad sect."
Ruan Yaozhu reddened and murmured, "Senior brother Moya is talking nonsense. What insight? He wanted to come."
Dai Mengfan said, "Sigh, no wonder he refuses to accept the prodigies and the Lie Huo Tribe. How can someone like him be willing to submit to others? The Spirit Exalt can see through fate, so it makes sense for him to be treated differently. "
Wan Jianfeng flicked his sword. "Don't be so emotional, everyone. No matter what, it's not a bad thing that he's on our side."
Dai Mengfan nodded. "Of course. Remember to preserve your strength." She glanced at the demonfolk camp and said meaningfully, "The war hasn't even begun yet!"
At this time, the Xuanwu Legion's 500,000 strong army had finally left Black Cloud City. They were protected by a group of true disciples.
Under the protection of a group of true disciples, they were undergoing a final reorganization.
The sky was gloomy. Li Qingshan strode forward with heavy steps. Step by step, he advanced bravely, passing through the surging sea of people.
His golden armour had been dyed scarlet by the blood. Only the wild blade in his hand. After it drank its fill of fresh blood, the saber patterns faintly emitted a red light, becoming more and more beautiful and dazzling.
A while later, over ten thousand demonfolk had already died to his blade, and the number was rapidly rising. Corpses covered the ground.
With a saber in hand, he was invincible. If gods stood in his way, he would kill gods and demons.
However, behind the thick visor, his eyes were always black, and there wasn't even a trace of bloodlust.
His expression was so calm that he didn't look like he was fighting on the battlefield. Rather than a warrior, he looked more like a farmer cutting grass with a sickle.
The blade swept past, leaving an arc of light. The Ending Flower Frenzy Blade was too sharp. As a result, he did not feel like he was cutting anything, let alone using the wind generated by the saber to kill the enemy. With just a casual wave of the sword, bodies were cut open one by one and fell to the ground in pieces.
Who said that human lives were like ants? In this situation, they were even less than ants. Even ants struggled to live, but demonfolk did not fear death. They roared as they charged over wave after wave, only to be harvested wave after wave. Their lives became insignificant.
Such a scene was enough to wake up anyone who had fantasies about war. Heroes were also butchers.
The Wildflower Blade Soul sensed his emotions and mocked, "Kid, you sure are strange. Do you think the enemy is too weak?"
"A battle like this isn't worth my time."
He swore to fight the strongest enemy and not obtain satisfaction from slaughtering the weak. If he indulged in a slaughter like this … It would be an insult to the True Intent of the Tiger Demon.
However, a feeling grew stronger and stronger. The battle had only just begun. The enemy camp did not budge at all, like a colossal, prostrating beast. He had only scratched the surface right now. At most, he would only feel some pain. The outcome was still up in the air.
The Wildflower Blade Soul laughed aloud. "You're a natural asura. No, you're even more like an asura than the asura I've seen in the past. You can use me to your heart's content!"
"Alright!" Li Qingshan swung his blade and took another step forward. His strength skyrocketed, and his strength rapidly recovered.
He had already crossed the border and entered the Demon domain. The laws of the Demon domain did not suppress him. As a matter of fact, they even assisted him to a certain extent.
A vicious beast condensed from military qi lunged over, but it immediately slowed down in his eyes.
As a result, he swung his Demise Wildflower blade. In that moment, time seemed to come to a standstill.
One swing, two swings, three swings … Before the wind at the front had even dispersed, the wind at the back had already surged over, overlapping and compressing together.
To the bystanders, all they saw was him swinging out who knew how many times in a single moment. The blade paused, and the fierce wind whistled sharply, turning into a black tornado that whistled over. The vicious beast with the aura of a general was swallowed whole.
No matter what it was, whether demonfolk, weapons, or armour, once it was sucked in, it would be torn to pieces in a split second, reduced to a bloody mist.
The tornado continued onwards, carving out a deep ravine in the ground.
Li Qingshan gazed into the distance. There were no longer any demonfolk blocking his way. He had already killed his way through the demonfolk army. Behind him was a path of blood strewn with broken limbs and blades.
There were still several tens of thousands of demonfolk in the armies that had come to encircle him. None of their commanders were dead either, but when they saw this, they were all devastated. The few remaining vicious beasts with army qi twisted and collapsed. Their morale had completely collapsed.
Li Qingshan sucked in a deep breath and called out, "The one who destroys the enemy is Li Qingshan!"
The cheers were like a tsunami. "The general is mighty!"
Li Qingshan looked back. "Where are the commanders-in-chief of the five armies?"
The commanders-in-chief of the five armies said together, "Yes, sir!"
"Advance with me and purge the remaining enemies!"
"Yes, sir!"
With the order, the army of five hundred thousand advanced together.
Morale surged like fire. The surging torrent of metal advanced with a rumble. At the same time, it was clearly layered and orderly, as if they were a single entity.
The remaining several tens of thousands of demonfolk on the battlefield had their formation destroyed by Li Qingshan and lost their morale. They basically could not put up any resistance at all, so they were crushed viciously.
The Xuanwu Army was like a colossal, metallic beast, swallowing several thousand demonfolk in a single gulp and chewing them to pieces. A measly several tens of thousands of demonfolk were nowhere near enough to devour.
Large numbers of demonfolk began to flee, but the demonfolk army holding the rear forcefully drove them back to the battlefield. Very soon, they were all wiped out.
Li Qingshan frowned. Just what were the demonfolk trying to do?
The army followed Li Qingshan's footsteps and pushed into the Demon domain. Only then did the entire army completely unfurl. It was like the surface of a metal fan, with him as the axis.
Thousands of eyes stared at his figure fervently.
Scorching military qi gathered towards Li Qingshan. The war banners of the five armies fluttered in the wind. A golden-armoured war god that resembled Li Qingshan gradually rose up from his body, standing on the ground. It continued to rise higher and higher. Even the true disciples in the air had to raise their heads to look at it.
Dai Mengfan sighed in amazement. "The Xuanwu Army God!"
This was the highest form that military qi could condense. It was the embodiment of an army, and it could only appear under extremely strict conditions.
First of all, the army had to be large enough, and it had to be a long-term, complete organisation like the Xuanwu Army. Afterwards, their morale had to be high enough too. Only then could they condense a war god, but that was only a possibility.
The general was the soul of an army. Just gaining the recognition of the entire army was not enough for the commander. They had to worship him.
A butcher who treated human lives like grass and took pleasure in killing would never receive true worship. The God of War would only descend when the unreserved trust of the entire army and the desire for victory were all placed on the commander-in-chief.
Li Qingshan could sense endless power surging through him. It had even completely surpassed the "Strength of the Earth". He could even slap a Demon King to death.
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