Chapter 4513
In the eyes of the Demon Sealing League’s members, allegiance was tied solely to self-interest. If the League were ever destroyed, many would undoubtedly abandon it without a second thought.
Xiao Yuanshan, however, stood firm, fixing his gaze on the Tenth Prince. He spoke no words, wasting no time on pleasantries, and launched a punch with unyielding determination.
This punch carried not just his own anger but the unfulfilled hopes of hundreds of thousands of fallen soldiers.
The Tenth Prince, for the first time, discarded his air of nonchalance. Recognizing the power behind the blow, he raised his sword and countered with all his might.
The sight of so many soldiers sacrificing themselves without hesitation had left even this god-like figure shaken. The very act exuded a pressure that unsettled him—a god who regarded himself as a being far above humanity.
In the eyes of gods, humanity was insignificant, unworthy of respect. That was why, even with the power to end this fight with a single move, the Tenth Prince had chosen instead to toy with them.
But now, his haughty amusement was gone, replaced by a rare sense of unease.
Boom!
The clash of their powers sent shockwaves across the battlefield. The entire imperial city crumbled into ruins under the aftermath of their collision. The remains of the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves were reduced to dust, their essence merging with the universe itself.
The Tenth Prince’s sword shattered into fragments, forcing him to retreat hundreds of miles in an instant.
Xiao Yuanshan, unmoved, stepped forward once more.
Around him, faint lights began to flicker like fireflies, encircling his form. He understood that these lights were the lingering spirits of the soldiers who had entrusted him with their souls.
He wasn’t fighting alone.
Bang!
Xiao Yuanshan struck again, his fist distorting the very fabric of space.
In response, the Tenth Prince’s expression hardened. With a swift motion, he summoned a new weapon—a long sword forged from golden light. It appeared identical to the previous one, save for a luminous golden energy coursing through its center.
The Tenth Prince gripped the sword tightly and unleashed a devastating slash.
Boom!
Sword and fist collided once more, unleashing another cataclysmic explosion of force. The ground split open, creating a massive pit thousands of meters deep, resembling an abyss consuming everything in its path.
The shockwave from their battle sent onlookers flying hundreds of miles away before they could regain their footing.
All who witnessed the exchange were struck speechless by its sheer intensity. The destructive power was unlike anything they had ever seen.
At the center of the devastation, Xiao Yuanshan and the Tenth Prince faced each other, both radiating unfathomable energy.
No one dared to approach—not even Zuo Tianzheng, who was deeply shaken. He knew that the punch Xiao Yuanshan had delivered earlier was beyond anything he could hope to withstand. The strength Xiao Yuanshan had gained from the collective souls of his soldiers had elevated him to a whole new level.
The Tenth Prince smirked, staring at the sword in his hand. “Absorbing hundreds of thousands of souls? Impressive, but it changes nothing. Killing you today will end your suffering. Consider it my mercy.”
Xiao Yuanshan’s expression was resolute, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. “I may die, but I will take you with me. My soldiers demand justice, and I will deliver it.”
“Justice?” The Tenth Prince scoffed. “You think you’re worthy of such ideals?”
With that, he swung his golden sword once more, aiming directly at Xiao Yuanshan.
But Xiao Yuanshan didn’t flinch. Instead, he channeled the collective power of the soldiers’ souls into his own being. The white lights around him—the essence of countless lives—condensed into a massive, radiant fist.
This was no ordinary strike. It was the combined will and determination of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Boom!
The fist of light collided with the Tenth Prince’s sword, unleashing a cataclysmic burst of energy. The resulting explosion filled the heavens and earth with a chaotic maelstrom of sword lights and spiritual power.
Even those who had retreated hundreds of miles felt the shockwave’s impact and were forced to flee even farther to escape its overwhelming force.
The battlefield was transformed into a scene of chaos and destruction, a testament to the unyielding will of a single man and the legacy of hundreds of thousands of souls.