Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Liang State.

Town North Stronghold.

In the past, this was an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of the Barbarian Race, but now, it was filled with their banners, fluttering in the wind.

Inside the pass, Northern Barbarian soldiers sang and danced, venting their frustration of a thousand years.

They were ready and waiting for the Barbarian Emperor's command to sweep through Liang State, and then devour the fertile lands in the distance.

The Flame Saint of Great Yan had yet to respond, letting the violence in their hearts grow day by day. Occasionally, they looked at the distant Great Yan army with fierce eyes. They could clearly see the panic and anger on the faces of the distant Great Yan soldiers, which they relished, enjoying the thrill of toying with prey.

Weird cries sounded outside the stronghold.

Those were Northern Barbarian cavalry laughing. They brazenly swung their prey before the stationed Great Yan army, using their skilled horsemanship as provocation.

Of course.

It wasn't that there were no capable people within Great Yan, but they didn't dare to act.

If they killed these provocative cavalrymen, leading to a large-scale attack from the Northern Barbarians, they couldn't bear the consequences. Ultimately, it was because the Flame Saint had not appeared, leaving them without confidence.

Many Sects also sent strong figures to observe in the shadows, always grasping the latest developments.

But today.

The situation was different.

"Cowards of Great Yan, if you've got the guts, kill me!"

"What a pathetic joke you are. See what's on my shoulder? That's your woman!"

A group of Northern Barbarian cavalry laughed wildly, mocking brazenly.

The Great Yan soldiers watched this scene, their eyes red with anger. They wanted to act but dared not, forced to endure the provocation silently.

The Northern Barbarian cavalry insulted more viciously.

Yet the Great Yan military camp remained silent.

"Let's go, let's go, such a bunch of rubbish, truly boring!" The leader laughed loudly, preparing to return victoriously.

A sudden change occurred.

An arrow shot out from deep within the camp, tearing through the air, piercing directly through the leader's skull, and then continued to penetrate seven or eight Northern Barbarian cavalrymen in succession. The remaining cavalry were terrified and retreated back.

The Great Yan soldiers were all invigorated.

But before they could rejoice.

Auras of powerful figures soared from the horizon; those were the Celestial Human Realm of the Northern Barbarians. A furious voice echoed the earth:

"Kill the sons of my Barbarian Race, deserving ten thousand deaths! Surrender the murderer, or today you'll pay a bloody price!"

Inside Town North Stronghold.

Barbarian soldiers roared angrily in support, their might overwhelming, and the cloud of war loomed threateningly over every Great Yan soldier. They turned pale, especially after seeing the majestic figure standing on Town North Pass. They couldn't help but tremble.

The Barbarian Emperor, invincible.

Within the Great Yan camp, a figure soared into the sky, holding a long spear, clad in cyan armor, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

The Divine Feather Grand General took a deep breath, his gaze like lightning:

"I killed him. What do you intend to do?"

The Barbarian general sneered:

"Good! Very good, commit suicide to atone, or your Great Yan will flow with rivers of blood!"

The Divine Feather Grand General cursed angrily:

"Stop your damn nonsense!"

With that said.

A brilliant spear beam erupted from his spear and cleaved out.

The Barbarian general obviously did not expect the Great Yan people, who had been cowardly for so long, to suddenly be so bold. Caught unprepared, he was nearly split in two. Even so, he was quite embarrassed, and this broke his composure:

"Good! Seems you are tired of living!"

"Kill!"

He roared angrily.

In almost the blink of an eye.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The Great Yan soldiers, who had endured for so long, did not care anymore. Since the Grand General had acted, they only wanted to unleash their inner anger, and as for the aftermath, that was not their concern, nor was it for the Barbarian soldiers who seized the chance and disregarded everything.

On the earth.

The two armies clashed, shouts shaking the heavens.

Each powerful Martial Artist engaged in pitched battles.

Atop Town North Pass.

The Barbarian Emperor watched quietly, with Buddha Baoshu beside him. Everything afar looked like child's play to them, even the strongest figures on the Celestial Being List seemed pathetically weak in their eyes.

"It seems that the Flame Saint's body indeed has issues. Previously, the Demon Sect formed by remnants of Great Yu caused him significant trouble." Buddha Baoshu smiled.

The Barbarian Emperor first nodded, then shook his head:

"The Demon Sect does not have that capability. Even a Fake Saint cultivated by them could at most cause minor troubles. Most likely, it would still be the effect of the bloodline method."

He continued:

"Enough, thinking more is useless. Having waited this long without any appearance, it's indeed time to reap rewards, or else when the old guys also emerge, there won't be enough to share. We need not be greedy, occupying two states plus the original grasslands would suffice."

While speaking.

He stepped out and was already high above the battlefield.

Buddha Baoshu followed closely.

The two, like great suns, instinctively attracted everyone's attention.

Without the Barbarian Emperor's cue, Buddha Baoshu had already summoned the Glazed Treasure Tree, enveloped in a seven-colored radiance, which shook the hearts of all on the Great Yan side.

In a blink.

A sky-covering Buddha Palm condensed, its overwhelming pressure making everyone suffocate, as several hidden top-level Celestial Human Realm experts appeared, but were like ants before this Buddha Palm.

The Buddha Palm pressed down.

Northern Barbarians cheered, Great Yan was terrified.

The pupils of the Divine Feather Grand General shrank sharply, his tension mounting, fearing he would become a historical sinner of Great Yan. Today's events were not his own unauthorized actions but based on secret orders from the Imperial Capital.