Ye Futian stared at the battlefield in front of him. The disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace were doing everything they could to disrupt the enemy's formation.
He was well aware of the Holy Zhi Palace's strengths and weaknesses. If they fought disorderly, they would lose without a doubt. The enemy had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers and high-level cultivators, while they had the advantage of land and people. This was their territory, and the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace had no way out. All the cultivators had gathered here, trained in battle matrices, and were determined.
But the enemy was different. Although the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty had absolute control over the forces within its borders, and no one dared to disobey them, those forces that had bowed to them were unwilling to fight to the death. They were only following orders. The strongest elite force of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty was still the Golden Phoenix Army.
The army of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty was more scattered and not as cohesive as they were. Therefore, he firmly believed that as long as the enemy was threatened, the morale of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty would crumble, and they would not be in the mood to fight. Therefore, from the beginning of the battle, the Sword Demon and Sage Wanxiang had ordered the four battle matrices to launch their strongest attack.
There was no way out. They needed to crush the enemy's confidence in one go.
When the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty came, they must have thought that they could sweep the Holy Zhi Palace and easily raze it to the ground. The first thing they needed to do was to destroy the enemy's belief and strike fear into the hearts of the forces of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
No one could be unafraid in the face of war and death, and he was no exception.
Yuan Zhan roared. He gathered the power of the battle matrix into one body, and his body seemed to go completely berserk, turning into an extremely violent golden ape. His body grew to the limit, and he rushed forward like a demonic beast. The wind howled when the Nine Heavenly Attacks exploded. The cultivators behind him not only controlled and gathered power, but there were also sorcerers who helped him release spells to increase his speed, attack, and defense.
Boom … A deafening rumble was heard as the huge golden phoenix conjured by the Golden Phoenix Battle Matrix was shattered by the shadow of the demon ape's staff. Yuan Zhan, who was extremely violent, came down from the sky like a divine ape. Everyone followed closely behind him as they charged into the midst of the Golden Phoenix Army, right into the heart of the enemy's battle matrix.
"Change the matrix and kill him." Zhou You's expression was extremely cold. He had lost face in the Nine State Forum, and now Yuan Zhan dared to show off in front of him.
The Golden Phoenix Army spread out and surrounded Yuan Zhan's battle matrix. Golden phoenixes came at them with razor-sharp claws. Many were torn to shreds in an instant, and blood flowed.
At the same time, Yuan Zhan's cudgel swept out. Loud explosions were heard, and many nobles from the Golden Phoenix Army were blasted to pieces right away. They died horribly as well.
Yi Xiaoshi's battle matrix also charged forward, charging into the Great Zhou Army at all costs, even if they were trapped.
If he didn't succeed, he would die trying.
At the very back, many of the experts in the groups of nine began to move. Their bodies actually scattered at an extremely fast speed. Wind magic enveloped their bodies, increasing their speed. Immediately, they rushed in different directions like a series of afterimages.
With a flash of cold sword light, fresh blood blossomed. The target of the battle formation at the back was to circle around and kill.
Up in the air, Zhou Mian's eyes were fixed on the battlefield. His expression was cold as he said, "You're outnumbered, and yet you're trying to surround the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You really don't know what's good for you. Ye Futian, you have no regard for the lives of the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace."
His voice rumbled and spread through the air. The eyes of the people around Ye Futian flashed as they stared at Zhou Mian.
In reality, such a tactic was definitely a very strong one. Zhou Mian could naturally see that, but he wanted to shake the morale of the army and make the will of the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace unstable. Once the faith of the disciples in the battle matrix was shaken and they began to doubt Ye Futian, there would be no suspense in this battle.
Ye Futian glanced at Zhou Mian, then stepped out and sat cross-legged in the air.
There was a flash of light, and a Guqin Spirit appeared before him. Ye Futian looked at the battlefield. Many disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace had died, and this was just the beginning. More and more people would die in this battle.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the Guqin Spirit, his fingers plucking the strings.
The sound of the guqin was loud and clear, possessing a very strong penetrating power. As the notes danced between heaven and earth, the sound of the guqin penetrated the sounds of killing on the battlefield and reached the ears of everyone in the world.
During this period of time, he had also made breakthroughs in his plane. His trip to the Nether Sword Mound had allowed him to enter the second level of the Sage Plane, a mid-level Sage. His attainments in the guqin had also increased.
The sound of the guqin instantly brought everyone into an artistic conception. On a bleak battlefield, a general led his soldiers into battle, narrowly escaping with his life.
In the artistic conception, the setting sun was like blood, and the soldiers fought bravely, fighting bravely. Everyone had the same belief.
This song, the General's Order, was taught by Elder Qin in the early days. Now that it had been improved by Ye Futian, the artistic conception was even stronger, and the sound of the guqin had a magical power to penetrate people's hearts. Ye Futian did not release any musical sorcery, just pure guqin music. Naturally, it could not be considered as participating in the battle, but even so, his guqin music could resonate with everyone.
At this moment, all the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace could feel Ye Futian's belief. Like all of them, he was not afraid of death.
Just as he had said before, as long as the Holy Zhi Palace existed, he would exist. If the Holy Zhi Palace perished, he would die.
At that moment, in the Holy Zhi Palace, Hua Fengliu stood in one of the palaces. The sound of the guqin came from afar and fell into his ears. He knew that it was his disciple playing the guqin. The song of the General's Order seemed to have brought him to a magnificent scene.
He believed that they would definitely win this battle.
As if influenced by the sound of the guqin, the disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace fought even more crazily, not fearing death, especially Yuan Zhan, who took the lead and swept away the enemy. More than a hundred nobles from the Golden Phoenix Army had died under his staff. His extremely violent golden body, under the golden light, seemed to be flowing with golden blood.
Yuan Zhan's violence also infected others. There was great terror in the face of life and death, but at the same time, there was also fearless courage and determination.
Another earth-shattering sound was heard. Many cultivators from the Golden Phoenix Army were killed by the staff, and the battle matrix was almost broken.
In the sky, Zhou Mian and the others looked embarrassed. Compared to the bravery of the disciples of the Barren State, the performance of the disciples of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty's forces was much worse. There were even people who were afraid, deliberately hiding behind the crowd, not daring to fight to the death. Obviously, they were afraid of death.
Zhou Mian and many other cultivators glanced at Ye Futian. They did not expect Ye Futian's attainments in the guqin to be so strong. Even ordinary guqin music was able to penetrate people's hearts and have a strong influence.
"Uncle, if this continues, the battle matrix will be broken," someone beside Zhou Mian said in a low voice. His name was Zhou Huang, also a cultivator of the Sage and Saint Ranking. He was the eldest son of the Great Zhou Sacred King and was extremely powerful. In this battle, the Great Zhou Sacred King's younger brother, Zhou Mian, was the commander, and he was the deputy.
"We need to break his music." Zhou Huang glanced at Ye Futian. He was thinking if there was a way to assassinate Ye Futian.
If Ye Futian was killed, the battle would be over, and the Barren State would be without a leader.
However, Ye Futian had many cultivators around him, and it would not be easy to assassinate him.
"Yes." Zhou Mian nodded. "Feint."
"Understood." Zhou Huang nodded, then turned around. He waved his hand, and suddenly a group of Golden Phoenix Army of the Sage Plane walked forward, staring coldly at Ye Futian. At the same time, there were several cultivators who had powerful wind rule power coursing about them.
A golden phoenix formed and pounced at Ye Futian at an extremely fast speed. Behind Ye Futian, Yuan Hong stepped out, his golden body extremely huge. He punched at the golden phoenix that pounced at him, shattering it.
However, the Golden Phoenix Army was approaching Ye Futian. Yuan Hong looked at Ye Futian. They were ready to attack at any time.
Ye Futian still did not stop. He did not even look at those people. He continued playing quietly, his eyes looking at the battlefield below.
The two armies were fighting, and most of the Barren State's disciples had killed their way into the enemy's army. They were surrounded, and a group of people from the Fourth War were hunting outside. There were cultivators from Tingxue House and Fire Emperor Palace among them. The strongest among them was Li Futu.
Seeing so many people fall, Ye Futian's heart ached. These people were not fighting for themselves, but for him, for the Holy Zhi Palace, for the Barren State.
The melody suddenly changed, and the tragic and desolate mood of facing death suddenly disappeared. The melody became incomparably resounding, magnificent, and ambitious, as if it wanted to compete with the heavens. Another image appeared in the minds of many people. That blood-soaked general led the soldiers who had once killed the enemy on the battlefield, wielding a holy sword and stepping onto the supreme imperial palace. The tip of the sword was pointed at the ruler of the dynasty.
Ye Futian used the guqin to present the image.
The Great Zhou Sacred King, who was playing chess, suddenly looked at Ye Futian below. Cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Where the sword was pointing, was it pointing at him?
"In this Sacred War, if the Holy Zhi Palace is not destroyed, I promise you that in the future, I will bring all who participate in the war to the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and flatten the palaces of the sacred dynasty that stand tall on the ground." Ye Futian's voice spread between heaven and earth, echoing in the battlefield. The music finally stopped, but the notes still seemed to be echoing in everyone's minds.
"You have a death wish." The Great Zhou Sacred King snorted coldly. His voice also penetrated the void and spread between heaven and earth.
"The Chess Saint said the same thing." Ye Futian looked up at the Great Zhou Sacred King in the sky. "Then, he died."
The Great Zhou Sacred King looked down at Ye Futian. His golden eyes seemed to be piercing through Ye Futian's eyes, and his murderous intent was terrifying.
If not for Emperor Xia's rules, he would have slapped Ye Futian to death, crushing him to pieces.
A figure who had just entered the Sage Plane dared to speak to him like this.
Roar …
The roar of a demon ape shook the heavens and earth, pulling Ye Futian's eyes back to the battlefield. Yuan Zhan's body was pierced by the extremely sharp Golden Phoenix Spear, but he swept out with his staff, completely shattering the Golden Phoenix Battle Matrix. Zhou You's body was sent flying, and he spat out blood.
Yuan Zhan placed his left hand on the huge Golden Flame Spear and pulled it out. Blood flowed, but he did not seem to care and roared, "Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!" The battle cry shook the heavens. It was fearless courage and unyielding spirit!
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