Chapter 322: A Battle Destined to Go Down in History! [Two-in-One]
Amidst the void.
Before the Sikong Clan Territory, there was a deep silence.
Dozens of warships pressed down on the void, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
Facing them, Sikong Zaichao stood with his hands behind his back, followed by ten Nirvana Realm experts!
Behind them were the countless cultivators whose numbers far surpassed those of the Ziwei Chen Family!
The Sikong family has dominated the Huai State for ten thousand years. Even if their True Self numbers are not as many as the Ziwei Chen Family, their remaining cultivators far surpass those of the Ziwei Chen Family!
"Fellow Taoist Chen, our noble family has developed for ten thousand years to reach today's situation, why should it come to this?"
Sikong Zaichao looked indifferently at a section of the void, speaking with cold detachment.
The void twisted.
The next moment.
Chen Tianyuan stepped out from the void, with sun, moon, and stars rotating beneath his feet. As he moved, he emanated stunning phenomena and spoke lightly:
"Words are futile, today's battle will determine that only one side between us will survive."
"Come, isn't our purpose for the sake of our descendants?"
Chen Tianyuan advanced step by step, his voice resonating through the heavens. He seemed like a celestial god from ancient times, surrounded by layer upon layer of divine rings, mysterious and terrifying.
A surge of Peak Realm aura began to rise around him, like lightning resurrected from extinction, fierce and frightening!
He approached the Sikong Clan Territory alone, ready to ascend, with killing intent sweeping in, shaking the firmament and causing the heavens and void to crack.
Crack!
Above the Sikong Clan Territory, countless array patterns lit up, many shattering directly under the pressure, unable to withstand or resist!
"Chen Tianyuan, you have indeed come very close to that step!"
Sikong Zaichao's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide, divine light swirling within them, revealing a hint of terrifying coldness.
He merely stretched out his great hand and pressed down, instantly unleashing a surge of Peak aura that dissipated all of Chen Tianyuan's pressure.
"Come on! I, too, wish to see how much skill the so-called Longevity Heir possesses!"
Without any hesitation, Sikong Zaichao instantly took action.
He stepped forward in a single stride, instantly transforming into a point of light, tearing the firmament with his raised arm and pressing down on Chen Tianyuan!
"Leave him to me, the others are yours to handle."
Chen Tianyuan glanced back, nodding slightly towards Chen Zhixing inside the caravan.
The next moment.
He waved his great hand, shattering the void, reversing the heavens and earth, with endless fragments of time swirling up.
The two of them exchanged blows instantly, as if traversing through time and space, disappearing directly from this expanse!
Their battleground was not here, but in the Outer Heaven!
"Chen Zhixing!"
Before the Sikong Clan Territory, Sikong Xuanji suddenly let out a roar.
"Since you've come seeking death, I shall grant your wish!"
Clang—!
He reached out into the void and grasped, instantly drawing out a dragon-embossed halberd and shattering the void.
"Sikong Clan members, kill all these Ziwei Chen Family people! I will share the glory with you!"
Sikong Xuanji swung the halberd forward.
In an instant, behind him, thousands of Sikong Clan cultivators surged forward like a tide!
Inside the caravan.
Without any hesitation, a cold light flashed across Chen Zhixing's eyes.
He uttered a single word:
"Kill—!"
With Chen Zhixing's utterance of the word 'kill,' it instantly coalesced into Order True Words, exploding across the entire Sikong Clan Territory.
"Kill kill kill!"
Eight hundred of the Ziwei Chen Family's members, clad in bright armor, simultaneously raised their long halberds, iron swords, and war spears!
They were clad in ice-cold and awe-inspiring armor, shaking their weapons like an iron forest, with killing intent soaring to the sky!
The two sides were already mortal enemies, with no surplus of words, and a terrifying battle erupted instantly!
Boom boom boom—!
The True Dragon Horn was blown again, war drums resounded, echoing through the firmament!
"Dark Division members, follow me in the slaughter! Hahahaha!"
"Break the Sikong Clan, three days without sheathing the blades!!"
The Netherworld Elders let out a loud laugh, leading Dark Division members like obliterating lightning, plunging into the tide-like Sikong army!
"Netherworld Elders? Mere juniors!"
Among the Seven Elders, four Venerables stepped out, stepping towards the Netherworld Elders with each move a collapse!
"Netherworld!"
Elder Nether waved his great hand, suddenly opening the gates of hell, flooding them with the waters of the Netherworld, extinguishing everything as they surged towards the four Venerables!
Elder Ming waved his double hands, transforming into a Kunpeng covering the sky, its wings like arms, slashing at the other two Venerables!
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, six Nirvana Realm beings clashed fiercely!
Their battle was terrifying to the extreme, causing the four poles to riot, the world to birth and die!
"Where is the Bright Division?"
Chen Tianchen shouted, leading along the other seven Peak Masters, and rushing along with the remaining Chen Family cultivators like annihilating divine electricity towards the Sikong Clan Territory!
Boom!!!
The most terrifying collision in a millennium occurred!
Eight hundred Ziwei cultivators collided fiercely with thousands of Sikong Clan members!
As soon as the two sides collided, blood splashed high into the sky.
"Kill!"
"Sikong Clan scum, grandpa is here!"
"Hahaha, kill until no one dares claim supremacy in East Profound!"
Many True Self Realm Ziwei cultivators laughed long, wielding long halberds and war spears, instantly slashing out terrifying blades and sword lights severing galaxies!
"Celestial Dragon Devouring the Sun!"
"Earth Wolf Howling at the Moon!!"
The remaining Clarity Realm and Divine Travel Realm cultivators combined, forming two astounding battle arrays, obliterating everything!
Boom boom boom!
Under these battle formations, the tide-like Sikong Clan cultivators fell like wheat fields blown by the wind!