Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 763 - 757: The Horn of Unity_1

"WAR! WAR! WAR!"

Within the Sky Sword Pavilion's territory, turmoil swept across the heavens as streaks of radiance flew out, hovering in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that each streak of light was a soldier, clad in armor and wielding a Divine Weapon. Their eyes glowed coldly, exuding a potent killing intent. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In the blink of an eye, an army 300,000 strong had assembled.

Immeasurable Evil Qi roiled overhead, enveloping the heavens and earth. It was as if a prehistoric beast lay concealed, placing the Sky Sword Pavilion Immortals standing below under considerable pressure.

"Is this still the Sky Sword Pavilion's army?"

The Sky Sword Immortal was shocked, feeling an utter unfamiliarity.

As the Sect Master of the pavilion, he was acutely aware of the Sky Sword Pavilion's strength. Even the disciples painstakingly trained by the Great Elder when he was alive were far inferior to the army now before him.

And how long had it been since Yang Zaixing took over the Sky Sword Pavilion's military affairs?

Merely a few years!

Yet, in such a short time, Yang Zaixing had trained an elite force that surpassed all armies the Sky Sword Pavilion had fostered throughout generations!

"Sky Sword Venerable, General Yang has always been a general of the Qin Dynasty. The army he commands also belongs to the Qin Dynasty!"

Upon hearing the Sky Sword Immortal's words, Xiao He corrected him.

"A slip of the tongue! Purely a slip of the tongue!"

The Sky Sword Immortal trembled, cold sweat visibly beading on his forehead as he hastened to explain.

He hadn't fully adapted to his new identity. He had forgotten that he now served the Qin Dynasty, and everything within the Sky Sword Pavilion belonged to the state, not his private property.

His words just now might have been unintentional, but if overheard and escalated to the level of national concern, they would constitute a grave crime. The laws of the state are merciless!

I must go and explain! The Sky Sword Immortal thought, his worry increasingly evident. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he flew to Yang Zaixing's side and cupped his hands. "General Yang, would you permit this old man to say a few words?"

"Please," Yang Zaixing replied, not refusing.

"Soldiers, I presume you all know that the Sky Sword Pavilion has already submitted to the Qin Dynasty!

"His Majesty is wise and generous, appointing this old man as a Third-Rank Venerable. The Sky Sword Pavilion can retain its doctrinal lineage, passing it down through generations. Henceforth, you are first soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, and second, disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion!

"I hope that from now on, you will all fight for the state and achieve great merit!" The Sky Sword Immortal shouted.

This speech declared his stance: the Sky Sword Pavilion would prioritize the state's interests. All disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion must be ready to fight and die for the state at any moment!

The 300,000 soldiers remained silent, but their gazes towards the Sky Sword Immortal were filled with respect.

"Salute!" Yang Zaixing stepped forward and commanded firmly.

As he spoke, he also saluted the Sky Sword Immortal.

This salute was to thank the Sky Sword Immortal for recognizing his abilities and entrusting him with the command of the human race's forces in the Red Dragon Starfield.

Upon hearing the command, the 300,000 soldiers placed their hand on their chests, bowed their heads, and saluted respectfully.

This salute was to thank their master who had imparted his teachings, expressing gratitude to the Sky Sword Immortal for providing an environment where they could mature and realize their potential.

"To war!"

The salutes concluded. Yang Zaixing raised his battle spear high, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, and led the army out of the Sky Sword Pavilion. The 300,000 soldiers tore through the sky, breaking out of the world's firmament. Bathed in overwhelming blood-light, they transformed into a ferocious blood dragon and vanished into the depths of the starry sky.

Meanwhile, outside the Imperial Capital, an army of millions was arrayed.

Black dragon banners were erected one after another. Fluttering in the fierce wind, they made a sound like countless black dragons soaring to conquer myriad realms.

Before this mighty army floated a general's commissioning platform.

The gazes of all 20,000,000 soldiers were fixed on the platform—or more precisely, on the figure standing upon it, their eyes filled with fervent adoration and devout reverence.

This figure was, naturally, Qin Wudao!

Under the gaze of the multitude, he decisively unsheathed the Xuanyuan Sword. His eyes were like those of a god, and the supreme might of the Imperial Dao burst forth as he issued a majestic command, "All forces, advance!"

His powerful voice was like billions of thunderclaps booming across the sky.

"ROAR!"

Not far away, the Golden Dragon of Fortune, coiled within the Sea of Fortune, let out a long cry. A surge of golden Fortune power erupted and descended upon the 20,000,000 troops.

Instantly, innumerable phenomena appeared: the Tree of Life blossomed, phantoms of divine beasts galloped, and celestial beings struck the heavens...

It was as if the entire world was cheering for the soldiers about to depart on their campaign.

After a short while, the celestial visions vanished, and the strength of all soldiers had increased by at least ten percent.

"Your humble servant obeys the command!"

"Your humble servant obeys the command!"

"Your humble servant obeys the command..."

Generals such as Zhao Yun, Lv Bu, and Li Yuanba knelt on one knee. Each led their respective legions, like peerless Divine Weapons, out of the Nine Provinces.

Their departure was destined to throw thousands of lesser thousand worlds into upheaval!

「Flat Demon Sect!」

It was originally the second-ranked Demonic Sect in the Red Dragon Starfield. However, with the destruction of the Extreme Demon Palace, it was rising at an unstoppable pace to become the foremost Demonic Sect.

In the Sect Master's main hall, the Flat Demon Sect Master sat on his chair, feeling somewhat restless.

Even though delicious delicacies were spread before him, he had no appetite.

How much longer can the Flat Demon Sect survive? he wondered. Does the Qin Dynasty intend to unify the Red Dragon Starfield?

"Sect Master, there is no need to worry," an elder in black robes reported from below. "The Qin Dynasty is developing rapidly. They might look down upon the barren Red Dragon Starfield. It probably won't be long before they ascend to a middle thousand world!"

"I hope so," the Flat Demon Sect Master murmured, but the deep gravity in his eyes betrayed his inner tension.

Truthfully, I don't want to oppose the Qin Dynasty, he thought. but the Flat Demon Sect is an ancestral inheritance. I really can't abandon it. Moreover, with countless demonic cultivators now joining the Flat Demon Sect, it has given me hope. Perhaps, as the elder said, the Qin Dynasty truly doesn't care about the Red Dragon Starfield? If we can just hold on a little longer, until the Qin Dynasty ascends to a middle thousand world, then I will be the hegemon of the Red Dragon Starfield!

BOOM!

Just as the Flat Demon Sect Master was lost in these hopeful thoughts, a deafening roar reached his ears.

The world began to tremble. The great hall shook violently, and the delicacies on the table crashed to the floor.

What's happening? The Flat Demon Sect Master's heart leaped, an ominous premonition surfacing. Yet, he forced himself to remain composed, drew his sword, and walked to the entrance of the main hall, looking up at the sky.

Before his eyes, a gaping hole had torn open in the sky.

Column after column of soldiers, brandishing sharp swords and emanating seething Evil Qi, marched in. Innumerable sharp auras erupted, shaking the nine heavens.

"By His Majesty's decree: Unify the Red Dragon Starfield! Kill!"

At that moment, a towering figure wielding a battle spear strode in. His presence was as majestic as a divine mountain, capable of crushing anything in his path.

The 300,000 soldiers condensed their army soul and dived down, clashing with the disciples of the Flat Demon Sect.

The Void was torn asunder. Large swathes of Flat Demon Sect disciples fell, and torrents of crimson blood splattered, dyeing the Heavenly Universe red.

"Flee!"

Witnessing his disciples being slaughtered, the Flat Demon Sect Master felt no anger, only overwhelming terror. With a tap of his foot, he transformed into a streak of black light and fled into the distance.

The last shred of wishful thinking in his heart vanished without a trace.