The day of the great battle between Da Qin and the demon tộc of Wan Shou Mountain arrived. With the Black Dragon Overlord leading the demon tộc, they held a significant advantage, and Da Qin was on the brink of total annihilation.
However, who would have thought that the Lord of the Desolate Hall, Huang Wuya, would descend with his powerful forces, turning the tide for Da Qin from decline to prosperity? They were on the verge of leading Da Qin to victory.
Yet, in the end, due to the appearance of another Overlord from Wan Shou Mountain, the Silver Wolf, Huang Wuya directly led his men and fled from the battlefield!
Even more ludicrously, without the support of the Desolate Hall, Da Qin actually won the battle, causing the demon tộc to lose two Overlords.
When this news spread, many who had not witnessed the battle firsthand were stunned, finding the Desolate Hall's actions both laughable and perplexing.
"The Desolate Hall's move, tsk tsk, I can't understand it. What is the Lord of the Desolate Hall trying to do? Playing games?"
Some were bewildered, their words filled with mockery and disdain. Having entered the fray, why would one retreat? It was known that even ordinary people possessed the awareness not to be deserters, yet Huang Wuya, who clearly had the strength to continue engaging the two demon Overlords, simply fled without even attempting to resist.
"I came, I left, no big deal, I just came to watch, haha, why do I feel like laughing?"
On the internet, some people joked, and even some busybodies provided videos of Huang Wuya's descent and subsequent retreat. Netizens immediately created meme videos, making light of the situation.
"The Desolate Hall! One of the three Overlord-level sects of Yan Prefecture. This, alas, has utterly disgraced all the sects of Yan Prefecture and all the resurrected forces. It would have been better if you hadn't joined the battle."
An ancient powerful being sighed, gnashing his teeth in anger, unable to comprehend the situation.
"To say it lacked responsibility, they did participate in the battle. To say it had responsibility, they fled from the battlefield and even betrayed their teammates. If this were a game where you could kill your own allies, I would instantly ban such a terrible teammate the moment I spawned at base!"
"Heh, I never expected the Desolate Hall to be a paper tiger, all show and no substance. I'm just curious how they earned the title of Overlord-level sect?"
"Setting aside other matters, I just want to know how the people of the Desolate Hall feel right now. Are they ashamed? Do they deserve the name of Overlord-level sect? Do they deserve those Da Qin soldiers they betrayed?"
"I just arrived at the Desolate Hall's territory, ready to unleash a torrent of criticism, but surprisingly, their mountain is sealed. Are they wallowing in shame, contemplating their mistakes?"
"Ahem, let me tell a joke: our Desolate Hall has never lost a battle! That's because we escape so quickly that defeat never gets attributed to us."
"I bet the Lord of the Desolate Hall is regretting it immensely right now, his intestines twisted into knots? If he had just held on for a moment longer, the Desolate Hall's contribution to this battle would have been immense."
"Where is that streamer Qiao Luobi? Wasn't she the head of the Desolate Hall fan club? Should she come out and clarify now? It's okay, we won't scold you, please, let the show begin!"
Online, various topics concerning the Desolate Hall were constantly circulating. Many, perhaps fearing the Desolate Hall's might, dared not speak harshly, but they used all sorts of words to humiliate the sect.
The Desolate Hall remained silent, not even daring to refute or explain. Perhaps Huang Wuya was currently venting his frustration by smashing things, but they could only endure.
It was known that in ancient times, such desertion from battle would have been punished by the human race's powerful figures.
However, even with their mountain sealed, the Desolate Hall could only evade the world's gossip. Although Heavenly-level experts had not yet awakened, mistakes were still mistakes, and someone would mete out punishment to the Desolate Hall according to ancient rules.
That afternoon, a piece of news was leaked. Jian Chen, who had returned from the South Sea, learned of all the events and, without a word, paid a visit to the Desolate Hall. He forcibly broke through their protective mountain formation and then, with a single sword strike, destroyed the palace where Huang Wuya resided.
It was said that as Jian Chen departed, everyone within a ten-mile radius outside the Desolate Hall heard Huang Wuya's enraged roar.
For a dignified Overlord to have his main hall destroyed by the same person twice, Huang Wuya was certainly unlucky.
Concurrently, movement was also heard from Wan Shou Mountain. Deep within Wan Shou Mountain, a sea of lightning suddenly descended, emitting terrifying fluctuations. Dao Xuan Dao Chang forcefully entered Wan Shou Mountain.
Even from the capital city, one could faintly hear the roars of the Overlords Yuan Shou and Tian Hu from the depths of Wan Shou Mountain.
In the end, Dao Xuan Dao Chang departed calmly, while the remaining two Overlords of Wan Shou Mountain were severely injured. Instantly, Wan Shou Mountain's sphere of influence rapidly shrank, so much so that one would not see any demonic beasts even standing at its periphery.
It could be said that the capital city could completely relax its vigilance against the demon tộc of Wan Shou Mountain for the time being.
Li Xiaotian stood by the window, his eyes narrowed. The matter of the demon tộc could finally be put aside, allowing him to focus on dealing with the Blood Son of the Blood Sea.
To his relief, during the days Da Qin fought against the demon tộc, the Blood Son of the Blood Sea had not come out to cause trouble. Perhaps it was because Da Qin's various forces were closely monitoring them, leaving them no opportunity to disrupt.
Moreover, during this period, Leng Feng of the Desolate Hall had also killed a Blood Son, leaving only four Blood Sons alive.
"Dragon King, something has happened!"
At this moment, a Da Qin soldier found Li Xiaotian. The soldier's eyes were slightly red, and his face showed some hatred.
"What is it?"
Li Xiaotian's heart tightened as he asked.
"Last night, twenty guards on duty at the Qin Palace were killed at the East Gate of the Qin Palace. Their bodies were discovered just now. They were tortured to death."
The soldier spoke with red eyes, gritting his teeth tightly.
"Boom!"
Instantly, a terrifying aura erupted from Li Xiaotian. He grabbed the soldier before him and, taking him along, shot out through the window.
Twenty people dead, tortured to death. Thinking of this, Li Xiaotian's heart was filled with killing intent.
These were soldiers who had just participated in the war, heroes who had fought hard, only to be killed on their own territory just one day after the war ended.
Who?!
Li Xiaotian roared inwardly. To be so audacious as to kill Da Qin's people at this time was clearly courting death.
In a flash, Li Xiaotian arrived at the East Gate of the Qin Palace, where the Qin Emperor had also just arrived.
At this moment, both of their faces were terrifyingly grim, filled with anger and sorrow.
The soldiers had just fought a tough battle, and upon their return, they had foregone rest to guard the Qin Palace, only to be killed now!
The twenty corpses, covered in wounds, brought heartache to anyone who saw them.
"Who?! Who exactly?! This is a provocation against Da Qin! A provocation against all the veteran soldiers who returned alive from the battlefield!!!"
The Qin Emperor roared, his eyes filled with red. Looking at the twenty corpses, his eyes welled up with tears.
These soldiers were all young, with boundless futures, yet now they were dead. Just two days ago, they were fighting desperately against the demonic beasts to protect humanity, but who would have thought they would die in the safest place in Da Qin?