Legend of Swordsman

5387 Grand Elder

He had heard that during the ancestral worship at the ancestral temple, Xia Mang Laozu had summoned Xia Mang Guanyu.

Originally, it was a struggle between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, but now the Ninth Prince had also risen unexpectedly.

With quite a significant advantage as well.

To claim the throne of Great Xia, one needed formidable strength, at least the strength of a fifth-order Emperor, along with one’s own influence.

Winning over the influential figures in Great Xia was half the battle.

The rest depended on the decision of the Patriarch of Great Xia.

Little did they know that the current Patriarch of Great Xia had long been replaced.

Now, it was disguised as Yang Sanmu, and if Jian Wushuang truly had ambitions for the throne, all he needed to do was break through to the level of Emperor. Then, ascending to the throne would be within his grasp.

No need to vie for the position of Crown Prince for countless years. City of Suppression, when viewed from the outside, did not seem particularly large, but its speed was astonishing. It took only a few days to travel from the imperial city to the northern border.

As Xia Mang Yunzhan led the army into action, the situation on the Mo Luo side was not unaffected.

The well-prepared army had already started to reveal itself.

At the border of Great Xia.

In the muddy flow swamp.

The poisonous mist obscured vision.

On the day before City of Suppression arrived here, the Mo Luo army once again swept in.

Majestic demon gods, treading through the swamp, rushed towards the battlefield.

On the Great Xia’s side, the third city was also in imminent danger, and the several tier 5 Emperors who were supposed to guard the city were utterly incapable.

Now, they had no choice but to abandon the city and fight their way out with their followers.

However, the overwhelming presence of gods and demons in the outside world left them trembling.

They couldn’t even break through the encirclement.

Each of these gods and demons possessed the combat power of tier 3 Emperors, and they were formed by tens of thousands of Dao Lords.

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”Quick, trap them! The rest, enter the city. Leave none alive!” The Emperor of Mo Luo Kingdom laughed arrogantly, casually tearing apart the body of a Great Xia Emperor with a swipe of his hand and devouring it with gusto.

The lord of the third city, the tier 5 Emperor from the influential ”Rui Xiang Clan” of Great Xia, felt utter despair.

All of his subordinates had fallen, and now he was the only one left.

”You bunch of scum, all of you can die!” The tier 5 Emperor of the Rui Xiang Clan transformed into a blazing sun, dazzling and fearless, charging into the army of gods and demons.

Wherever he went, destruction followed.

In the end, this sun gradually dimmed until it completely extinguished.

The third city fell!

The Mo Luo Kingdom’s army casually cleared the battlefield, thoroughly shattering the foundations of the city’s formations, and then began to withdraw in an orderly manner.

In the Magic Demon Country, the foremost city on the frontier.

Inside the main hall of the central army camp, the flames flickered.

Numerous powerhouses were moved!

The destruction of the fief might only be part of the reason; a larger reason was Mo Luo’s ambition.

Buzz!

The City of Suppression began to expand, turning into a size of billions of miles, like a war behemoth.bender

The released power shook the surrounding mist, revealing the skeletons in the swamp.

A shocking sight!

Voooom!

The sound of horns echoed, and the north city gate opened wide. Now, of the four major border cities, two had been breached.

The remnants of the two cities were few.

”We pay our respects to the Grand Marshal!”

General Gutong’s face was pale. His strength had now reached its lowest, accompanied by several fifth-level Emperors and over a thousand people.

Xia Mang Yunzhan personally ascended the north city tower, sweeping his gaze and blinking.

”You have suffered!”

His voice trembled a bit. He had led troops into battle since childhood, loving his soldiers like sons. Seeing this tragic scene, he felt more heartache than anyone.

”Settle down!” Xia Mang Yunzhan waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to leave.

Generals such as Xuanyuan Dapan remained silent, standing aside.

After Gutong stepped back, Xia Mang Yunzhan looked at a shadowy figure, furious. ”What have you been eating? With such a massive march from Mo Luo, not even a whisper was heard!”