Invincible Dad-Chapter 601 This is a stratagem!_1

Apart from the leader of the Upper Crescent Three Moon Clan and Crown Prince Ji Gui, who had used special magical treasures to escape, and a few lucky ones far from Chang'an City, every Moon Clan member inside and outside the walls sensed the terrifying aura of the sword hanging over Chang'an.

There was no time to run.

The moment it descended, the sword intent, capable of slaying a peak Nascent Soul expert, split into tens of thousands of minuscule blades.

SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!

The Sword Intent pierced the bodies of nearly every powerful Moon Clan member in the city, from Golden Core Realm masters to ordinary elites. Any Moon Clan member struck by the attack exploded into a mist of blood, blooming like a firework.

In the blink of an eye, half of the forty thousand Moon Clan members who had entered the city had their bodies shredded by the Sword Intent. This included the leaders of the Lower Crescent Four and Upper Crescent Four Moon Clans. Only a few powerful Moon Clan members managed to desperately cling to life, gasping for breath. But this only prolonged their agony, as other, smaller blades of Sword Intent continued their assault. The war-torn streets of Chang'an, which had echoed with the cries of battle just a moment before, were now filled with countless shrieks and pleas for mercy.

This single sword was powerful enough to slay an expert at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. Even divided into innumerable streams, its diluted power was still terrifying. No one below the late stages of the Golden Core Realm could withstand it. However, the Moon Clan's assault on the city included only a dozen or so Golden Core Realm experts. They struggled to fend off the Sword Intent, their faces etched with terror.

"Retreat!" the leader of the Lower Crescent Three Moon Clan roared, his eyes bloodshot. But as soon as the words left his mouth, a stream of Sword Intent shot toward him. The leader deployed all of his defensive treasures, but he could not escape death.

"AAAAAH!"

Screams echoed through the ruined city of Chang'an.

Ruan Lan was initially terrified, certain she would also be struck down by the Sword Intent, but she gradually noticed something strange. The blades bypassed her. More accurately, the Sword Intent seemed to possess a will of its own, avoiding all the martial artists of the Human Race.

In the space of three breaths, the forty thousand Moon Clan members in the city were reduced to less than ten thousand. Within a hundred-mile radius of Chang'an City, another thousand Moon Clan cultivators also died beneath the Sword Intent.

"So strong…" Ruan Lan's mouth slowly fell open. Even knowing the Sword Intent wasn't targeting her people, the display still made her scalp tingle.

If this sword had been aimed at me, how could I have possibly blocked it? The more Ruan Lan thought about it, the more her heart pounded with terror.

Qian Xiao, his upper body bare and covered in wounds, plopped down on the ground, staring blankly.

Xu Yiyi's large eyes widened in shock before she murmured softly, "It's definitely not as strong as Daddy's Qingfeng Sword Intent."

At this moment, the Martial Artists of Chang'an finally had a moment to breathe. They dragged their battered bodies to the city gate, each step wracked with coughs that brought up mouthfuls of blood. Over three thousand had charged out of the city. In less than ten minutes, fewer than a third remained. Only about seven hundred Martial Ancestors were still alive. The losses were catastrophic.

Six Watchmen had gone out; two were dead. A broken sword was embedded in Zhang Henshui's body, leaving him critically injured. Zhang Suzi was no better off; she had burned her own life force, and wrinkles now lined her face, making her look like a forty-year-old woman.

"It's not over," Zhao Wumian gasped, struggling to his feet. His body bowed violently as he coughed, spewing fragments of his internal organs with the blood.

THUD.

Zhao Wumian collapsed again. His pupils began to dilate as he whispered, "Not over… quickly…"

Zhang Henshui understood. There was no time to mourn the battle's horrific losses. He ripped the broken blades from his flesh, ignored his bleeding wounds, and roared, "KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

The roughly seven hundred remaining human martial artists roared in unison. With the help of the sword formed from the Sky Ranking, an artifact condensed from three hundred years of the Martial Dao, they miraculously drove all the remaining Moon Clan members out of Chang'an. While the strength of the human martial artists alone was negligible, no one in the Moon Clan dared to underestimate the piercing Sword Intent.

BOOM!

More than seven hundred human martial artists stood grimly upon the city walls.

Meanwhile, Ruan Lan frantically sketched out the Formation Chessboard. At the cost of a vast amount of her lifespan, one-fifth of her black hair turning white, she finally established the formation. The defensive Starlight Array activated, drawing upon the boundless power of the cosmos. A curtain of starlight descended, enveloping the entirety of Chang'an City. The Moon Clan members within a kilometer of the city who had not retreated in time were trapped inside, where they were cut down by the combined assault of the warriors on the walls. The other Moon Clan members were still being harried by the tiny streams of Sword Intent, unable to provide any aid.

"The formation is complete." Zhang Suzi, who no longer looked like a young girl, collapsed to the ground. She smiled deliriously. "Fairy Sister, the formation is flowing with starlight. It's so beautiful."

"Is it really impossible for anyone below the Golden Core Realm to enter?"

Zhao Wumian had already fallen unconscious from his wounds. The one who asked was another Watchman, a beautiful woman. A long, grievous sword wound ran down her face from between her eyebrows to her neck, so deep that the white of her bone was visible through the mangled flesh. It was a ghastly sight.

"That's right!" Ruan Lan said with conviction. "This defensive Starlight Array is maintained by the power of the infinite starry sky. Cultivators below the Golden Core Realm have absolutely no chance of breaking it. Even a Golden Core expert would have to pay a significant price to force their way in."

"So… we held Chang'an?" The beautiful woman suddenly began to laugh. She was Watchman Zi. As she laughed, tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes. The other martial artists did not cry, but a deep despair settled over them.

In this battle, too many of their Paoze had died. Just half an hour ago, they had been sitting together, eating dinner, chatting, and boasting. In the blink of an eye, they were separated by life and death.

The scene on the city walls was horrific, and the area outside was no better. The wails and cries for help continued for three full minutes before the myriad blades of the Sky Ranking's Sword Intent finally dissipated. But it had bought Chang'an the time it needed to survive its most perilous moment and allowed Ruan Lan to erect the formation.

"AAAAAH!"

Crown Prince Ji Gui of the Moon Clan, who had been teleported ten kilometers away, hovered in the air. He flew back at top speed, his pupils flaring with rage when he saw that only half of his one-hundred-thousand elite troops remained.

"Continue the siege! I swear I will not retreat until we have taken Chang'an!" Ji Gui was practically insane. To attack a Chang'an City that had no protective formation, only to lose fifty thousand of his clan's elites—it was an unimaginable humiliation! If he failed to take Chang'an today, he was destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame, spat upon by future generations for millennia to come. If he couldn't even conquer a pathetic planet like Earth, how could he ever dream of returning to the Ji Family and seizing power? He knew full well that his main family, one of the nine great clans guarding the Nine Kings' Palace, was hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times stronger than Earth's cultivators.

"Your Highness, our casualties are too severe! And with Chang'an City's formation now active, we can't…" the leader of the Upper Crescent Three Moon Clan stammered, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to offer advice.

Ji Gui cut him off. "The Teleportation Array in Chang'an has been destroyed, so they won't be getting reinforcements anytime soon. They're a bunch of cripples! What's there to fear?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"..."

The leader of the Upper Crescent Three Moon Clan fell silent for a moment before forcing himself to say, "As the Crown Prince commands."

The Moon Clan scouts sounded their horns. The remaining fifty thousand elites gathered, their morale at rock bottom.

"I don't care if you have to throw your lives away, you will break this formation and take this city for me!" Crown Prince Ji Gui had lost all reason. He bit off each word, "Attack the city!"

Just then, a Jade Pendant in Ji Gui's robes suddenly grew hot. It was a Sound Transmission Jade Slip. With a thought from his Divine Sense, the jade projected the disheveled face of a woman into the air. It was Ji Jie.

"Xu Lai is not on Earth!"

"There is a traitor in the Moon Clan! The plan to attack Chang'an City was exposed long ago! He's lying in wait in Chang'an!"

"This is a trap! Retreat at once!"