Chapter 5706
“Dragons, heed my command! Leave no one alive!”
Chen Ping issued the final kill order.
“Roar!”
“Kill!”
The dragon army, their morale soaring, surged forward like a tidal wave, chasing after the enemies who had lost their will to fight and were running around like headless flies.
It was a one-sided massacre.
The battle continued for another half hour, until finally, the entire Void Rift Valley gradually quieted down.
The once noisy and bustling battlefield was now filled only with the thick, unbearable stench of blood and mountains of corpses.
Thousands of cultivators from various sects of the Nine Heavens, except for a very few lucky ones who were quick to react or possessed special survival methods, were all slaughtered here!
Sunlight shone through the pervasive blood mist, illuminating Chen Ping standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the dragons behind him, exhausted yet with excited eyes, their bodies stained with the blood of their enemies.
Chen Ping held the blood-dripping Dragon-Slaying Sword, his robes fluttering, and despite the repeated battles, his aura grew ever deeper and more vast.
His gaze swept across the carnage, his eyes calm and unwavering.
This battle not only tested his own strength and the fighting power of the dragon army, but also announced his arrival to the entire Nine Heavens, and… his inviolable majesty!
From this day forward, the Nine Heavens would have a new, formidable force that no one could ignore—a new power led by Chen Ping, possessing the Demon-Suppressing Tower and hundreds of dragons!
Old Hei kicked aside a corpse at his feet, grinning, “Mr. Chen, these guys are really weak! They weren’t even enough for me to stretch my muscles!”
Cen Biqing walked to Chen Ping’s side and said softly, “Mr. Chen, although we won this battle, we have completely offended most of the sects in the Nine Heavens. The consequences may be…”
Chen Ping sheathed the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and said calmly, “It’s alright. We’ll meet force with force, and water with earth. We won’t cause trouble, but we’re definitely not afraid of trouble.”
He looked at the dragon army behind him, whose aura had become even more solidified after the bloody battle, and said in a deep voice, “Clean up the battlefield, distribute all the spoils of war uniformly. Then, come with me… back to the Yama Heavenly Sect!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
Hundreds of dragons responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!
They gazed at Chen Ping’s retreating figure, their eyes filled with fervor and loyalty.
It was this young man, bearing the blood of the emperor, who had rescued them from endless oppression and led them to this glorious victory!
Following him might be the beginning of the dragon race’s resurgence!
Chen Ping led his dragon army, carrying overwhelming killing intent and countless spoils of war, and marched away from the blood-stained rift valley towards the Yama Heavenly Sect.
It was foreseeable that when news of this spread, the entire Nine Heavens would be shaken!
And Chen Ping’s name would resound throughout the universe!
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Yama Heavenly Sect!
Yan Nantian, Liu Xue, and Shen Zhiyan were still recovering inside the Demon Suppression Tower.
Before the Yama Heavenly Sect’s mountain gate, the once lingering aura of the underworld had been replaced by a thick stench of blood and a chilling atmosphere.
Hundreds of figures fought desperately at the foot of the mountain, the light of spells mingling with the cold glint of weapons. Explosions, roars, and screams filled the air. The violent energy surges caused the space to tremble, leaving the ground riddled with craters and bloodstains.
Led by Guan Jun, the disciples of the Yanluo Heavenly Sect formed a crumbling defensive formation, desperately resisting the surging tide of black-robed enemies.
Each of them knew that within their sect, Sect Master Yan Nantian, Liu Xue, Shen Zhiyan, and other core members were critically recovering in the Demon Suppression Tower—their loss was absolutely unacceptable!
Moreover, the Demon Suppression Tower itself was a treasure of the sect; how could it fall into enemy hands?
“Hold on! For the Sect Master! For the Yanluo Heavenly Sect!”
Guan Jun roared hoarsely, wielding his ghostly spear with impenetrable precision. Each thrust was accompanied by a mournful howl, forcing back several enemies.