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"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sound of hooves thundered, and shouts pierced the sky as Mongolian Cavalry brandished their scimitars, howling fiercely, their faces revealing bloodthirsty grimaces.

Thirty thousand troops charged at once, their momentum like a tsunami sweeping across, shattering the heavens and splitting the earth, utterly unstoppable.

Everything in their path would be crushed, would be destroyed.

"Watch me capture that little beauty and offer her to the Khan!"

Yin Kexi, with his high nose, deep-set eyes, curled hair, and yellow beard, held the Golden Dragon Whip. He laughed loudly and leapt up like a great eagle, following the army in their charge.

"How could I, Nimo Star, miss out on such an affair!" Nimo Star took out a Snake-shaped Iron Whip, unwilling to be left behind.

"And me!" Xiao Xiangzi, Ma Guangzuo, and other masters made their moves, charging toward Little Dragon Girl.

"It's not good, the army has begun their charge!"

The ground trembled as the momentum of 30,000 iron riders surged like an avalanche. Hong Qigong and the others had solemn expressions.

Facing an army of 30,000, even with their Grandmaster Cultivation Level, they felt a tremendous pressure, like that from a mountain.

They glanced at Little Dragon Girl, who continued to pray sincerely, her gaze unwavering, as if the oncoming force was not an army of 30,000 but merely 30,000 ants.

Will the God of Hongmeng truly show Himself? Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, and the others couldn't help but feel a question rising in their hearts, their skills secretly primed, ready to act at any moment.

The surrounding commoners were already paralyzed with fear. Now, they had no other option but to pray for the protection of the God of Hongmeng.

"Hahaha, these foolish two-legged sheep, praying on the brink of death, really think immortals will protect them?"

"May they receive divine protection all the way to Hell, hahaha!"

"Watch as I chop off their dog heads!"

Each cavalryman, brandishing their scimitar, saw the people still praying, waiting like sheep for slaughter, and couldn't help but lick their bloodthirsty lips, laughing wildly.

"Let's see who can chop off more heads!" a cavalry leader swirled his scimitar, cocky and laughing with bloodlust.

"You're on! Afraid of you?..."

However, before another cavalry leader could finish speaking, he saw the towering altar ahead light up suddenly.

Twisted runes burst into dazzling light. Before they could even react in shock, all the lights converged to form a radiant pillar that penetrated heaven and earth.

"Ah, what is this?"

"Could it be a divine sign?"

"Could there really be a god?"

The charging army's momentum faltered, uncertainty and unease creeping into their hearts.

"What's happening?" Mongke stood up swiftly from his throne, staring at the towering pillar of light with horror, a great dread dawning in his heart.

"It cannot be a divine sign! It must be a deception used by the Central Plains people!" King of the Golden Wheel stared intently at the altar ahead, his voice trembling slightly.

He refused to believe in gods. He found it hard to believe.

"Yes! It must be a deception! How could there possibly be gods in this world!"

As if clutching at a lifeline, Mongke shouted fiercely, "This is the enemy's trickery! Hear my command! Whoever slays the enemy's leader, I will award 10,000 taels of Gold, 100 beautiful women, 1,000 head of cattle and sheep, and promotion by three ranks!"

"10,000 taels of Gold, 100 beautiful women..."

Mongke's words resonated among the troops, and a fiery glint sparked in everyone's eyes.

"Kill!"

"Kill! For 10,000 taels of Gold, 100 beautiful women..."

Great rewards bring out great bravery.

At that moment, the blood of all Mongolian soldiers boiled over, their crimson eyes fixed on a single thought—to kill!

To hell with a beam of light; even if a god were to appear, he wouldn't stop me from climbing the ranks and getting rich!

"God of Hongmeng..." Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, and others watched the altar anxiously yet excitedly, clearly sensing the state of the Mongolian Army.

If the Upper God did not manifest, they could protect themselves with their Grandmaster strength, but the tens of thousands of civilians around them would surely be torn to pieces!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The pounding of horse hooves was like a collapsing mountain. The battle cries shook the heavens. The cavalry charged with the speed of thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they were a kilometer from the altar.

The terrifying killing aura was enough to make one's heart pound and courage shatter.

"The Mongolian Army is upon us!"

At that moment, even the most devoted followers of the God of Hongmeng couldn't help but feel the urge to run.

Even though they knew there was nowhere to escape.

But the instinct for survival and fear compelled them to flee.

However, before they could escape, thunderous, deafening roars suddenly erupted from the altar. They saw the sacrificial animals, one after another, breaking free from their tethers and soaring into the sky.

Divine radiances bloomed from within their bodies, shining with a brilliant divine light.

Their forms swiftly swelled in size, their presence surged. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into beasts hundreds of meters tall, their terrifying and powerful aura sweeping in all directions.

Even with the protection of the altar, every living being within hundreds of miles could feel the terrifying power contained within those colossal beasts.

"What... is this?"

"Demons... Demons!"

"There are demons!"

The Mongolian Army, previously surging forward like an unstoppable force, was now dumbstruck, an endless fear welling up inside them.

What horrified them further was that their warhorses, upon hearing those roars, collapsed weakly to their knees.

Countless cavalrymen were thrown from their horses, trampling over each other.

In that moment, the dead and wounded were countless; cries of anguish echoed across the land.

"How is this possible?"

"This is fake!"

"Fake!" Mongke had lost his mind.

In fear, he howled hysterically.

But the gigantic forms of the Divine Beasts, their terrifying aura, relentlessly battered his frail spirit, telling him this was real.

"My god, are these demons?"

"Do demons really exist in this world?"

Nimo Star, Yin Kexi, and other Mongolian experts froze, their legs trembling and bodies shaking as they stared at the enormous figures.

"A divine sign!"

"This is a divine sign!"

"Our god has manifested!"

The tens of thousands of civilians around the altar were ecstatic, their eyes fervent as they kowtowed and worshipped incessantly.

HISS! Am I seeing things, this old beggar? Hong Qigong vigorously rubbed his eyes. He knew the God of Hongmeng was real and immensely powerful, but what was this? Transforming ordinary livestock into Divine Beasts even before descending?

This was too terrifying.

"You're not seeing things. The Upper God is just too powerful. No wonder Li Mochou was willing to be a sacrifice; no wonder the Sect Hierarch said this was Nature!"

So it is! Huang Yaoshi stared at Li Mochou, his eyes filled with shock and envy.

Li Mochou, clad in a light purple gauze dress, had a crystalline and snow-white body, its curves glinting with a captivating luster.

Her figure was seductive and mature, like a beautiful serpent; slender, with full hips.

Her waist was supple, her arms partially bare. Her three thousand locks of black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Her body radiated endless divine light, her eyes were like pools of water, and an awe-inspiring divine might blossomed around her, as if a Nine Heavens Goddess had descended to the mortal realm.

Powerful.

Terrifying.

That level was beyond their comprehension.

It was the realm of gods.

Truly a leap to the heavens.

An immense stroke of destiny.

How is this possible? Can I also be offered as a sacrifice? Zhou Botong looked at Li Mochou, his eyes filled with curiosity, eager to try.

"Ancient sacrifices to the gods involved young boys and virgin girls, but I've never heard of them using an 'Old Urchin'!" Huang Yaoshi glanced indifferently at Zhou Botong. At that moment, even he had felt an urge to offer himself as a sacrifice, but he restrained it.

And without asking, he knew that not just anyone was eligible for such a sacrifice.

It seems I am no longer a virgin! Zhou Botong felt somewhat dejected. In his ignorant youth, driven by curiosity about women, he had become intimately acquainted with Ying Gu.

As a result, he had cuckolded Prince Duan.

Remembering this, Zhou Botong stealthily glanced at Master Yideng beside him, feeling extremely ashamed.

If it hadn't been for the dramatic changes within the Quanzhen Sect, he would never have faced Master Yideng.

He was too ashamed to face anyone.

BOOM.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded.

「The skies began to change.」