CHAPTER 562: CHAPTER 546: YINGLONG DEFEATED_1

"This... the old Ancestor actually ran away?"

"Ancestor my ass! He fled before the battle! He’s not worthy to be the Institute’s Ancestor!"

"He doesn’t have a shred of a scholar’s spine. No wonder he focuses only on Sword Dao and refuses to practice Art Dao!"

Millions of disciples from the Saint Heaven Institute were stunned. Witnessing Bo Zhong’s disappearance, they burst into indignant curses, their hearts filled with contempt.

At the same time, they felt utter despair!

The strongest Ancestor had fled. What would become of them?

"Thinking of running? Did you ask for my permission?"

Han Xin sneered, his cold voice shaking the heavens. His eyes swept around before he forcefully threw the war sword in his hand.

His war sword was like a rainbow!

As if possessing eyes, it firmly locked onto Bo Zhong’s back. Endless Sword Qi traversed the sky, extending for tens of thousands of miles like a beautiful ribbon.

"No..."

Shortly after, a cloud of blood mist appeared in the distant sky.

A horrified, unwilling wail echoed through the sky, shattering the Void for hundreds of miles. It was Bo Zhong’s death scream, lingering for a long time.

"Now, it’s your turn!"

After casually disposing of Bo Zhong, Han Xin turned his gaze to the Golden Tripod Inn’s contingent and spoke calmly.

"No... this... this is all a misunderstanding!"

Having witnessed the fall of Bo Zhong and the ancestor of the Lin Family Saint Clan, the head Shopkeeper of the Golden Tripod Inn’s contingent turned deathly pale. He swallowed hard and stammered his explanation.

"Is that so?"

Han Xin slightly shook his head. Two terrifying, blood-red beams of light shot from his eyes, piercing through heaven and earth. In an instant, they struck the head Shopkeeper of the Golden Tripod Inn, causing him to explode.

Looking at the three clouds of blood mist, all the soldiers from the three Great Sacred Sites shivered in fear, standing rooted to the spot, not even daring to run.

Facing an enemy who could kill a peak Ten-thousand-year Great Emperor Martial Artist with a mere glance, could they escape?

Facing a terrifying enemy who killed Primordial Great Emperor Martial Artists like chopping vegetables, did they dare to run?

If they didn’t run, what fate awaited them?

"This General will give you a chance. Defeat my subordinates, and you can leave alive. Otherwise, die!"

At this moment, Han Xin pointed to his three million subordinates behind him and spoke coldly.

He wanted to train his troops! He would use the soldiers of the three Great Sacred Sites as a grindstone to forge an unparalleled war weapon. Any elite army is forged in the crucible of countless bloody battles! Consider Vanguard General Li Jing: the first thing he did after arriving in the Middle Region was to conduct massive troop drills, tempering the Xuanjia Army’s fighting spirit through fire and blood.

"Is this true?" an elder from the Lin Family Saint Clan asked.

"Absolutely true!" Han Xin nodded, speaking calmly.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the soldiers from the three Great Sacred Sites lit up, now gleaming with bloodlust. They believed Han Xin’s words, for a peerless expert wouldn’t stoop to deceit.

If they kill the three million Qin Dynasty soldiers before them, they will survive!

"To live, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The experts from the three Great Sacred Sites roared, their terrifying auras erupting as they brandished their weapons and swooped down.

All the soldiers roared, their faces ferocious, their eyes bloodthirsty, like famished wolves that had spotted delicious prey.

No! To be precise, they looked more like desperate death-row convicts who had glimpsed a sliver of hope for survival!

"Brothers, the General is testing us! Kill!" a Deputy General shouted by the Blood River.

Behind him, three million Qin Dynasty soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, exuding a terrifying killing intent. There was no fear, typical of a first battle, only boundless fighting spirit and an unshakeable belief in victory.

They had awaited this battle for a long time!

Don’t let me down!

In mid-air, Han Xin murmured to himself, his indifferent eyes betraying a hint of worry.

He knew his actions would lead to many soldiers dying on the battlefield, but he had no choice. If the unqualified soldiers weren’t tested and eliminated now, then in the future, on larger battlefields and against even stronger enemies, many more would be implicated and sacrificed! Since they had chosen to become elite soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, they had to be prepared for sacrifice! This applied not only to ordinary soldiers but also to him. As long as the nation required it, even if it meant ascending a mountain of blades or descending into a sea of fire, he would not hesitate in the slightest.

「The main battlefield of the Myriad Demon Saint’s Court!」

The countless shockwaves produced by the battle between the two Demi-Immortal powerhouses spread in all directions, shattering the laws and order, presenting a scene of immense destruction and devastation.

Even experts at the pinnacle of the Supreme Great Emperor Realm would be instantly killed and turned to dust if they rashly entered!

"Do you have any more schemes remaining?" Gui Guzi asked softly, overlooking the great battle erupting on the banks of the Blood River.

His hands were still clasped behind his back, his expression serene. His robes remained immaculate, without a single wrinkle, as if he weren’t on a battlefield but rather enjoying a spring excursion.

So relaxed! So at ease!

"Damn it! You hid your reserve forces, deliberately feigning weakness! Treacherous! Despicable! Shameless..."

In contrast, Yinglong appeared extremely disheveled, his face grim. Realizing he had missed the chance to turn the tables, he cursed endlessly in his fury.

He was starting to panic!

Under the pressure of the Exquisite Chessboard, his massive dragon body was continuously sinking, half of it already buried in the God-Demon Dao Domain.

His most fatal wound was on his head; it was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Blood constantly poured out like from a breached dam, cascading to the ground below.

Dragon Blood possessed a spirit!

All plants contaminated with Dragon Blood defied natural growth laws, flourishing vigorously. A single tree could transform into a forest, bearing fruit imbued with draconic might and exuding Rhymes in Dao, enough to make one drool.

And some fortunate members of other races who ingested the Dragon Blood, after enduring bouts of agonizing howls, experienced a bloodline reversion, transforming into top-tier bloodlines.

What horrifying Bloodline Power! Witnessing this, Gui Guzi was inwardly shocked. Is Yinglong’s bloodline too powerful? Logically, the current Primitive Continent lacks Immortal Realm Martial Artists to oversee it. Thus, it can only be considered a mundane world, incapable of nurturing such powerful divine beasts. However, Dragon Blood is precious stuff; it absolutely mustn’t be wasted!

Swiftly, Gui Guzi focused his attention on the Dragon Blood. He took out a large cauldron and hurriedly rushed over to Yinglong. All the flowing Dragon Blood was collected into the cauldron. His careful demeanor showed his fear of wasting even a drop.

Dragon Blood is a treasure, useful for pill concoction, weapon forging, and even body tempering!

"AH!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Seeing Gui Guzi ignoring the battle to collect his Dragon Blood, Yinglong became even more enraged. His fury almost materialized into actual flames as he roared incessantly.

What humiliation! What utter humiliation! He was a true dragon, a top-tier divine beast! Yet now, not only was he being suppressed by a mere human, but that human was also collecting his blood right before his eyes! The mere thought of his precious blood being used by lowly humans made him feel disgusted. But now, apart from roaring powerlessly, what else could he do? The reinforcements from the Saint Heaven Institute, the Lin Family Saint Clan, and the Golden Tripod Inn were blocked. He had exhausted all his abilities but still couldn’t defeat Gui Guzi. Moreover, he sensed that the surrounding Void was completely sealed. Even if he fully activated his Power of Space Law, he couldn’t move an inch! The world is a chessboard! This was an ancient chess game that encompassed heaven and earth. Unless he could flee the Primitive Continent, any place he moved to would still be within Gui Guzi’s attack range! What should he do now? Should he use that one move? But if he did, his location would be exposed...