Yang Haolong's words startled the other powers in Chang'an City, striking fear into their hearts.
Had the Great Han Celestial Dynasty, after twenty years of secret development, finally decided to make a move?
"Your subject obeys the decree!"
Zhang Jiao bowed deeply and stood up, his feet trampling on myriad divine lightning as he vanished at the end of Chang'an City.
After a decree was issued, Yang Hao looked towards the battlefield where Cao Wei was situated. Although Cao Wei was at a disadvantage, Yang Hao believed that Cao Wei would surely slay the Yan Jin Saint Son and bring glory to the four seas!
"Boom!"
Cao Wei, who had been forced back, suddenly turned around. He discovered that the Yan Jin Saint Son was adept at controlling the flow of battle and had directly pursued him. The long saber in the Saint Son's hand emanated wisps of killing intent.
"We will fight in the void!"
Cao Wei touched the cracked breastplate on his chest, the place where the power of the White Tiger was sealed. The Yan Jin Saint Son's methods were indeed terrifying. It was a surprise attack, yet the Saint Son had reacted so swiftly.
A cold glint flashed in Cao Wei's eyes. He swallowed a few pills, directly shattered the void, and shot into it. The Yan Jin Saint Son behind him also repaired the saber wound on his stomach and followed Cao Wei into the void.
In the Void Realm.
The Yan Jin Saint Son, charging into the void, was enveloped in fiery red divine light that illuminated the endless space. His eyes moved, constantly tracking Cao Wei's divine consciousness. His body continuously adjusted, and soon, upon seeing Cao Wei, he unleashed his saber, a red divine radiance splitting through layers of space, striking directly at Cao Wei.
Since he had entered the void later, the Yan Jin Saint Son's strike was merely a probing attack. His entire divine consciousness was focused on his surroundings, guarding against any unforeseen events.
"Hmph, you think entering the void will allow you to contend with me?"
Sensing no danger, the Yan Jin Saint Son looked at Cao Wei and chuckled coldly. He scanned his surroundings and saw that Cao Wei, after shattering his attack, had stopped and turned to face him directly.
"Hmm?"
"What?"
"This..."
"Roar!"
As the Yan Jin Saint Son hesitated, the path he had traversed erupted with boundless killing intent.
"This is the aura of the White Tiger clan! How is this possible? You!"
The Yan Jin Saint Son's heart suddenly leaped, and he surged upwards for a thousand feet.
However, no matter where he went, the entire void was firmly sealed by the White Tiger's aura.
"Roar!"
The White Tiger emerged, its four hooves treading upon the void!
"So it's just a divine beast of the White Tiger clan!"
The Yan Jin Saint Son's vigilance eased slightly.
"Boom!"
But suddenly, Cao Wei unleashed a saber strike, and the entire void flashed with countless saber auras. Each saber aura bore the ferocious gaze of a White Tiger divine beast surveying the surroundings. In an instant, killing intent blazed, and the White Tiger shattered the void. The entire void space twisted, and at the convergence of all the saber auras, the Yan Jin Saint Son naturally suffered the onslaught of boundless killing energy.
"Boom!!"
Cao Wei's face was somewhat pale. Since he had opened the void space, he had been arranging his saber intent all the way. Each saber intent was infused with the White Tiger divine beast's killing power. The deployment of these countless saber auras was a great consumption for him, especially while engaged in intense combat with the Yan Jin Saint Son, making it even more difficult.
As the endless saber auras dissipated, a shattered divine soul, amidst layers of bloody mist, fled in a disheveled manner.
"As expected of a prodigy from the ancient era!"
Gazing at the severely damaged divine soul, Cao Wei clenched the long saber in his hand. From the moment the Yan Jin Saint Son appeared, he had sensed that this Saint Son did not belong to this era, his body exuding a strong ancient aura.
"Ant, you actually ambushed me! Even if my physical body is destroyed, even with this residual divine soul, I will kill you!"
The disheveled Yan Jin Saint Son's eyes were filled with hatred that seemed to draw blood.
Meanwhile, Cao Wei's heaving chest gradually calmed. He looked at the Yan Jin Saint Son and said.
"Were you sent by the Hong Family?"
"Hmph!"
"The Hong Family?"
"The Hong Family is nothing in my eyes! A force that merely follows behind the Immortal Lord dares to command me?"
The Yan Jin Saint Son cursed.
"Then I know where you came from and who sent you. You can die now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Wei, relying on the long saber in his hand, traversed the endless void and swooped down from above the Yan Jin Saint Son. With a single strike, he aimed directly at the Yan Jin Saint Son's divine soul.
At this moment, the White Tiger armor that covered his entire body emitted layers of white divine radiance. The saber fell!
Silently!
...
"Your Majesty!"
In the imperial palace of Chang'an City, Li Si bowed and walked to Yang Hao's side. Numerous imperial guards had emerged from the palace, maintaining order throughout Chang'an City.
The sky was gradually repairing itself, with no more saintly divine power flowing through the void. Countless beings were filled with dread.
The Nine Bin of the Tian Yuan Sect had fallen! Only the Sect Master remained in the Tian Yuan Sect; it was likely doomed!
"Your Majesty!"
"Today, the Tian Yuan Sect and the Tian Gang Supreme Sect tore down their pretenses and ambushed our Great Han's Chang'an. It is likely that the Yaoguang Divine Dynasty is also behind this!"
Li Si frowned.
"Your Majesty, now that the Grand Tutor Zhang Jiao has been ordered to march on the Tian Yuan Sect, perhaps arrangements should be made for the Tian Gang Supreme Sect soon."
"With a two-pronged approach, simultaneously removing two of the Yaoguang Divine Dynasty's arms will be more beneficial for our Great Han to consolidate control over the entire Western Hundred Cities."
"You speak wisely!"
"From the Great Han's borders, to march north and directly impose rule over the Tian Gang Supreme Sect, one must cross the Primordial Divine Mountain or the Yu Hua Divine Dynasty."
Yang Hao withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Si.
"Your Majesty, your subject suggests starting with the Yu Hua Divine Dynasty. The Yu Hua Divine Dynasty's national strength is declining, and the old Divine Emperor is in a state of energy dispersion. Relying on a few saints will not achieve great things."
"But the Primordial Divine Mountain, with Xia Xin Yu there, your subject suggests caution."
Li Si said.
"Primordial Divine Mountain!"
Yang Hao murmured. The day Xia Xin Yu, alone, entered the Great Han, it had greatly shocked Yang Hao. To move against the Primordial Divine Mountain might require activating the Li Yuanba Illustrated Record, but the arrival of this Yan Jin Saint Son sent a chill down Yang Hao's spine.
He had a nagging feeling that this Yan Jin Saint Son was inextricably linked to the Candle Dragon from that day. Now that the Candle Dragon's head had emerged, even if its divine soul did not, the Candle Dragon could, through time, once again reach the peak of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
To expend a trump card for the sake of a Primordial Divine Mountain seemed somewhat like overkill.
"Issue an imperial decree!"
"Order! The White Tiger Legion to conquer the Yu Hua Divine Dynasty!"
"Order! Nie Zheng to accompany the army in the battle!"