Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 687 - 691: Victory_1

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, Yang Zaixing finally led his army to the outskirts of the Profound Leaf Minor Thousand World. Seeing the devastating losses of the Qingmu Saint's Court army, he was furious. The Qingmu Saint's Court, with its long heritage, was ranked first among the top-tier factions of the Human Race. It was rumored to be a power from the same era as the Sky Sword Pavilion. Its comprehensive strength was immense; its ability to organize a three-hundred-thousand-strong army for war was a testament to this. However, due to the limitations of their Cultivation Techniques, they lacked peak combat power. Otherwise, the plight of the Human Race in the Red Dragon Starfield would not be so dire.

"Another batch rushing to their deaths!" Jiaoshark turned his head, seeing a flurry of sword light approaching. The chill in his eyes intensified, and sharp rays of light pierced through the Voidness. "Only one late-stage Profound Immortal martial artist!" he scoffed. "What is the Sky Sword Pavilion up to? Daring to embarrass themselves with such paltry strength?" He frowned slightly, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

In his view, the reinforcements from the Sky Sword Pavilion were far too weak; they were practically courting death.

"Reinforcements are here!"

"Follow me and charge!"

The Saint King of Qingmu also saw the reinforcements. His spirits lifted, and his face lit up with elation. Like a desperate man in darkness who had glimpsed a ray of hope, he shouted with immense excitement.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The remaining 30,000 soldiers roared, their faces contorted with fury as they launched a counterattack. This charge was like the souls of the damned leaping over the gates of hell, breaking free from the shackles of life and death. Their blood-stained faces, the chilling glint of their weapons, and their will to fight on from a desperate situation sent an inexplicable chill down the spines of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court's troops.

"A futile struggle!" Jiaohai sneered. With a step, he transformed into a terrifying streak of sword light, shooting towards Yang Zaixing and the incoming reinforcements, intent on piercing through everything. He paid no heed to the counterattacking soldiers of the Qingmu Saint's Court. They were just fish in a barrel. Once I've exterminated these reinforcements from the Sky Sword Pavilion, it won't be too late to slaughter the rest.

In the starry sky, Elder Punishment spoke gravely, "General Yang, this man is the Left General of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court, a peak Profound Immortal expert. We need to set up a formation to—"

But before he could finish, he saw Yang Zaixing raise his spear and charge forward.

"This... How reckless!" This act made Elder Punishment's face turn green with rage. He bellowed furiously, "What are you standing there for? All troops, attack! Rescue him!"

Though furious, he couldn't bear to watch Yang Zaixing be killed. The Human Race had finally produced such an exceptional prodigy. Even if it meant sacrificing all the disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion, he had to ensure Yang Zaixing's safety.

"Yes, sir!" The numerous disciples acknowledged the command and quickly began to arrange a formation, coalescing a surging river of swords. Just as they were about to provide aid, they witnessed a scene that would be etched into their memories forever.

In an instant, the sky lit up!

"Lone Rider Against the Horde!"

Yang Zaixing, now in the starry sky, roared to the heavens. He raised his war spear high, and it erupted with a dazzling radiance. The brilliance of this single spear thrust overshadowed the splendor of ten thousand weapons. Throughout the cosmos, apart from this spear, the stars dimmed, and all creation lost its color.

The stellar dome trembled.

All things fell silent.

WHOOSH!

A Dao of the Spear manifestation appeared, towering behind him, connecting heaven and earth. An indomitable will—the very essence of slaying an enemy commander amidst a vast army—filled the starry sky. Ten thousand weapons shattered, and everyone felt immense pressure.

BOOM! 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

As the war spear descended, Left General Jiaohai, who had charged forward, found himself with almost no strength to resist. His chest was pierced through, and blood gushed out, dyeing the starry sky red.

"AH!" A bloodcurdling scream tore from Jiaohai's lips. He was in excruciating pain, his face deathly pale, his forehead drenched in sweat, and an aura of death clung to him. At his wound, the residual Dao of the Spear relentlessly corroded his flesh and blood—a horrifying sight.

The Void was silent. All the martial artists were stunned. To heavily injure the world-shaking Jiaohai with a single strike—it was terrifying beyond belief.

"Who are you?" Jiaoshark was the first to react, his voice wary as he asked, "There are no spear Dao experts in the Sky Sword Pavilion!"

His strength was only slightly greater than Jiaohai's, but not by much. If Yang Zaixing could incapacitate Jiaohai in a single blow, he could undoubtedly inflict similar damage on him as well.

"Great Qin Saint's Court, Yang Zaixing!" Yang Zaixing declared, hovering in the air. His expression was cold, his black hair draped over his shoulders, his gaze imperious. His voice, filled with boundless sharpness, caused the distant Profound Leaf Minor Thousand World to tremble.

The Great Qin... again... Jiaohai, still wailing in agony, heard the words "Great Qin Saint's Court" and began to tremble violently. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted dead away. Three months ago, an expert from the Great Qin Saint's Court had extracted his Origin Power. Now, another expert from the Great Qin Saint's Court had injured him. Am I fated to be an enemy of the Great Qin?

"His injuries are quite severe!" At this moment, Jiaoshark looked at the unconscious Jiaohai, his brow furrowed. At the latter's wound, he sensed a destructive power rapidly spreading, plundering Jiaohai's life force. If it reached his heart meridians, he would be beyond any medical help.

"Left Army, Right Army, hear my command! Deploy the Double Dragon Formation!" Jiaoshark slowly raised his war spear, a terrifying aura sweeping out in all directions. He issued the command in a stern voice.

Double Dragon Formation! This was the Molting Dragon Saint's Court's most powerful military formation. Only soldiers possessing the Jiao Dragon bloodline could deploy it, using their bloodline as the source to stimulate Dragon Yuan. Dragon Yuan was a power exclusive to the Dragonkin; a mere wisp of it could destroy stars, its destructive power incomparable, rendering it virtually invincible within the same realm. However, setting up the Double Dragon Formation was no simple task, as it demanded the consumption of the Dragon Blood within the soldiers. The cost was astronomical.

"Yes, sir!" The Jiao Dragon soldiers engaged in combat with the Qingmu Saint's Court army were momentarily taken aback. They quickly disengaged, transformed into their true Jiao Dragon forms, and traversed the starry sky. In the blink of an eye, they had set up a vast formation. Clouds of Evil Qi roiled, condensing into two true dragons that stared down at the distant Yang Zaixing with crimson eyes. Waves of supreme, terrifying power radiated from the two true dragons, spreading in all directions. Their majestic draconic might surged, intimidating all living beings. An ancient aura pierced through time and space, pressing down on the surrounding starfield and burdening everyone with immense pressure.

Even Elder Punishment, a late-stage Profound Immortal, felt as if he were shouldering a God Mountain. He could barely move. He dared not look directly at the colossal dragons; he feared that a single glance would make him collapse to his knees.

The only one who remained calm was Yang Zaixing. His face was tranquil, almost indifferent, yet his eyes blazed with fervent battle intent. This battle intent tore through the starry sky, causing Jiaoshark's heart to tremble.

"Relay my order..." Jiaoshark cast a deep glance at Yang Zaixing. Then, grabbing the unconscious Jiaohai with his left hand, much to everyone's astonishment, he commanded gravely, "Retreat!"

The disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion were stunned. The soldiers of the Qingmu Saint's Court were stunned. Even the soldiers of the Left and Right Armies were somewhat dumbfounded. They even suspected they had misheard, or that Jiaoshark had issued the wrong command! Setting up the Double Dragon Formation... merely to retreat?

However, when the soldiers of the Left and Right Armies saw Jiaoshark turn and fly into the distance, they finally understood there was no mistake in the command and reluctantly retreated from the battlefield, filled with confusion and unwillingness.