Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 128: Unifying the Nine Great Dao Domains_1

Finally, he’s dead! Zhao Yun exhaled a murky breath, a faint smile touching his otherwise indifferent face.

The higher a Martial Artist’s cultivation, the harder they were to kill. Many whose cultivation reached the heavens could regenerate severed limbs, from a single drop of blood, or even reconstitute their souls. While cultivators in the Saint Realm might not possess abilities as exaggerated as those, they could still achieve rebirth through their three corpses. That is to say, if a Martial Artist in the Middle Saint Realm perished, they could be reborn through their benevolent corpse. To truly kill a Saint powerhouse, one had to simultaneously destroy their benevolent, evil, and obsession corpses.

The fall of the Impermanence Saint means the war to unify the Nine Dao Domains can finally be declared over! A slight smile also touched Lv Bu’s face. He looked down at the Changeable Mansion’s sect gates and coldly ordered, "Relay my command! Show no mercy to the core members of the Changeable Mansion!"

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself! Throughout history, how many factions have courted disaster through momentary compassion, by forgiving the descendants of their mortal foes at the final hour? Countless! The world of Martial Artists is fraught with uncertainty; any nobody could one day seize power and reach the pinnacle. Therefore, what I must do now is eliminate this threat at its very root, crushing the first signs of danger in the cradle.

"Generals, the crisis has passed. I shall return to make my report. Farewell!" As a scholar, Wang Yangming found the slaughter hard to stomach, but he also understood the cruel nature of war. Without intervening, he offered a cupped fist salute and vanished.

Zhao Yun and Lv Bu bowed in the direction Wang Yangming had departed, then refocused all their attention on the battlefield. A powerful spiritual sense blanketed the surrounding thousand miles, preventing any Changeable Mansion Disciples from escaping.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"Mighty men of Old Qin, together we face this national peril!"

The Qin Dynasty soldiers yelled, roared, and continued their slaughter.

The battle had raged until now. Of the more than five hundred thousand Changeable Mansion Disciples, only around six thousand remained, all covered in grievous injuries and drenched in blood, as if they had waded through a sanguine pool.

Zhang Zehan stood at the center, panting heavily. His body bore dozens of wounds—battle scars from his clash with the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun—several of which were fatal. He glanced at the enemies swarming from all directions, despair etched on his face. There were simply too many of them, and a Saint powerhouse was overseeing the battle from above. There’s no way to win!

Leaning on his black and white battle sword, a trace of relief and a glimmer of hope flickered within Zhang Zehan’s despairing eyes. Fortunately, I sent Zhang Yangtian away before the great battle. That way, at least a spark of the Changeable Mansion remains. I hope that one day in the future, it can ignite into a roaring flame, illuminating a corner of this world! I believe Zhang Yangtian will definitely carve out a name for himself! I’m confident that his Yin-Yang Divine Body will become a radiant pearl in the world of martial arts.

"Disciples of the Changeable Mansion, follow me and kill!" Zhang Zehan raised his weapon, roaring with fury.

"CHARGE...!"

The more than six thousand Changeable Mansion Disciples surged forward, resolute in the face of death. They all knew this battle would be their last; death was certain. Yet, to die for their sect... they had no regrets!

Those still able to fight were the most devoted loyalists of the Changeable Mansion, individuals willing to sacrifice everything, to give their very lives for their sect. And these were precisely the kind of people Lv Bu was most wary of.

On the beacon-lit, smoke-choked mountain peak, the two great armies clashed in their final, desperate engagement. As always, the Qin Dynasty’s iron cavalry charged at the vanguard, like a sharp executioner’s scythe, tearing into the enemy’s chest. Wherever their blades fell, corpses paved the way, and fresh blood flowed.

Facing an enemy force outnumbering them manyfold, the Changeable Mansion Disciples fell in droves. Severed limbs, decapitated heads, and corpses littered the ground... Of course, among these bodies were Qin Dynasty soldiers too, just not as many as those from the Changeable Mansion.

"KILL!"

Eighteen figures darted through the clouds, their killing intent arcing like a rainbow. The Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun brandished their curved sabers, the steel glinting coldly. Above each rider’s head hovered a crescent moon—not the pristine white of a full moon, but one that pulsed with a crimson glow.

Zhang Zehan’s eyelids twitched violently. They’re back again? During his previous clash with the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, he had almost perished. At the critical moment, he had drawn upon the sect’s Fortune to narrowly preserve his life.

Zhang Zehan knew he had no choice but to fight to the death. He raised his bloodshot eyes, an inferno seeming to blaze at his back. The battle sword in his hand trembled, unleashing innumerable black and white streaks of Sword Qi. Fight then! To face such a formidable army in my final moments... even in death, I’ll have no regrets!

Each strand of Sword Qi possessed enough power to easily slay a peak expert of the Reaching the Holy Realm! And now, with innumerable such Sword Qi unleashed, it was conceivable that even a Semi-Saint struck by them would perish, dying full of bitter resentment.

This strike burned his very lifeblood! This strike poured forth all his Spiritual Energy! This strike was a do-or-die gambit, a final, desperate blow!

Not bad! The leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun narrowed his cold, indifferent eyes. The blood-red moon above his head blazed with light, transforming into a curved saber. Imbued with an aura of desolation, solitude, and death, it seemed like an attack from primordial times, one that had traversed the river of time and space to slay a fated enemy in the present age.

The river of swords howled forth! The descending saber Qi arced through the sky!

BOOM!

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The immense river of swords was cleaved in two by the saber Qi. Countless strands of Sword Qi shattered, disintegrating into nothingness. In stark contrast, the crescent moon saber remained unscathed, like the eternal moon beyond the Purple Hell, destined to endure forever.

Zhang Zehan’s body quivered slightly, then froze as if caught by a binding spell, utterly motionless. The Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun ceased their assault, watching quietly.

Approximately three breaths later, a thin line of blood appeared on Zhang Zehan’s forehead. It snaked downwards, bisecting his entire body. Blood sprayed outwards as he was cleanly split in two.

"Manor Lord..." The Fox Guardian shrieked in grief, flying towards Zhang Zehan’s ruined corpse, her delicate face streaked with tears of blood.

The Wolf Guardian, Snake Guardian, and Eagle Guardian also wore expressions of profound sorrow. Zhang Zehan had nurtured almost all of them; they owed him a debt of gratitude akin to rebirth.

Revenge! We must have revenge! This single thought consumed all four of them. Glaring at the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun with seething hatred, they launched their attack.

Insects! The Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun sneered. Four of them attacked, their strikes tearing through the vast expanse of the sky, engulfing the Wolf Guardian and the others. Flesh and blood splattered through the air.

Unlike the Wolf Guardian and the others, the three Supreme Elders didn’t hesitate. The moment Zhang Zehan fell, they activated their movement techniques and fled into the distance without a backward glance. Their speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, they were tens of thousands of feet away.

Suspended in the air, Lv Bu raised an eyebrow. With a flick of his arm, three streams of halberd Qi vanished into the Void. A breath later, three crimson mists of blood erupted in the Void, tens of thousands of feet away.

Witnessing the deaths of Zhang Zehan and the three Supreme Elders, the morale of the remaining Changeable Mansion Disciples plummeted, and the rate at which they fell in battle increased dramatically.

An hour later, the Wolf Guardian let out a bloodcurdling scream as his body exploded, killing him instantly. Soon after, the Eagle Guardian, Snake Guardian, and Fox Guardian met similar fates, one after another.

As evening approached, the cacophony of battle—the roars, the screams, the clash of weapons—gradually subsided. By the time the moon shone brightly and only a few stars dappled the night sky, every last Disciple of the Changeable Mansion had been exterminated.

The night wind whispered across the battlefield. Soldiers of the Qin Dynasty stood atop a mountain of corpses, their wild laughter echoing in the darkness.

And so, the Nine Dao Domains were entirely subjugated under the Qin Empire!

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