The Peerless Emperor

Even if it's an unimaginable humiliation, what can they do? The scene is utterly one-sided, with the Netherworld Clan almost wiped out. They can only wait helplessly for death, with no other choice.

In the grand hall of the national battle, Wei Wushuang slowly withdrew the augmentation of his soul power, his heart restless for a long time.

Originally, he thought that he would have to intervene in this battle to assist his disciple. But unexpectedly, the situation before him turned out differently.

The destructive force of the soul cannon's attack far exceeded Wei Wushuang's imagination, as well as what this vanguard of the Netherworld Clan could have anticipated.

The bombardment from those ten soul cannons directly shattered the Void Ship's defenses of the opponents. Except for You Wuying, all the top-tier experts of the Creation Realm and World Realm were annihilated.

Especially towards the end, a formidable strongman appeared suddenly and wiped out the captain of the Netherworld Clan's vanguard with a single strike.

The strength of that strike was so overwhelming that even Wei Shuang was filled with dread at heart, utterly shocked.

Even with his realm, he couldn't discern the mystery of that strike, and this bizarre situation puzzled him.

Clearly, the one who made the move was a presence within the Huaxia Empire, from his own disciple. There are still such powerful figures within the Empire.

He lamented his previous worries, thinking he'd have to make a move at some point, but in the end, he didn't have to intervene at all.

But after this slaughter, Wei Wushuang understood more about his disciple Lin Qian, and likewise gained more insight into the Huaxia Empire.

He never thought that the strength of the Huaxia Empire could be so formidable, and the destructive power of the soul cannon could be so astounding.

If the magnificent scene of the ten soul cannons simultaneously bombarding was shocking enough to him, then the ensuing strategic encirclement attack by Lin Qian filled him with fear.

He clearly witnessed how Lin Qian manipulated the battlefield, toying with the Netherworld Clan's vanguard captain as if in the palm of his hand.

In his eyes, his disciple's command of battle felt like a beautiful symphony, lingering around him, ever-present.

The warfare presented before Wei Wushuang seemed less like a war but more like art.

The seamless integration between different units of the Huaxia Empire's Imperial Army was impressive, and more importantly, the Huaxia Alliance's recruits were perfectly integrated without any resentment.

Here, Lin Qian played a crucial role.

Throughout the war, Wei Wushuang never saw his disciple's commands cease.

Some orders were impromptu, mobilizing the Imperial Army to besiege or intercept the enemy, while others were pre-arranged, waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap.

Lin Qian's eyes comprehended the entire battlefield, as every aspect of the overall situation was presented clearly before him.

It was as if he was using his hands to manipulate the battlefield, pulling back the damaged personnel and letting others fill in.

This command method was something Wei Wushuang had never heard or seen before, and it significantly minimized the Huaxia Empire's losses.

According to post-war statistics, not a single Huaxia Alliance recruit was killed, only the Imperial Army lost 17,864 soldiers.

Knowing this result, Lin Qian's expression was very gloomy, highly unsatisfied with the outcome.

On the other hand, the Huaxia Alliance's recruits were also dissatisfied, feeling as if they hadn't had a chance to showcase their true skills.

Witnessing this, Wei Wushuang felt completely helpless; it was utterly beyond reason.

Three million years ago, during the war with the Netherworld Clan, according to records, the losses were severe. Even now, any contact with the Netherworld Clan's army tended to be disadvantageous.

The insidious abilities of the Netherworld Clan led to massive casualties and losses.

In one-on-one combat, it often resulted in mutual destruction. The higher the realm, the heavier the losses—one Netherworld clan member in the Creation Realm could even replace two of their strong members in the same realm.

Therefore, during Lin Qian's lead of the Huaxia Empire's struggle with the Netherworld Clan, Wei Wushuang was so shocked, and after the battle ended, so surprised.

If the battle's process and outcome were known to people across the worlds, they might directly collapse.

If they knew Lin Qian was completely ashamed and gloomy about such results, they might be so ashamed they'd want to commit suicide.

However, Wei Wushuang also understood that facing the Netherworld Clan, the soul cannon of the Huaxia Empire might be a significant tool of restraint.

This offensive soul device doesn't require close range to exhibit power; it can exert its formidable lethal force from afar. No matter how powerful or unrivaled the Netherworld Clan's talents are, they are rendered powerless against the soul cannon.

Moreover, what intrigued Wei Wushuang was that, upon thorough observation during the slaughter, Lin Qian's side seemed unaffected by the Netherworld Clan's talents.

From past experiences, Wei Wushuang knew that after fighting with the Netherworld Clan, one's realm aura would surely weaken, reducing strength compared to before.

This situation usually lasted for at least half a month, but upon interacting with Huaxia Alliance recruits, he discovered they were unaffected. Recalling the slaughter scene, the irrational massacre of the Netherworld Clan, he speculated that they were probably unaffected.

Especially upon seeing the metal detection cards, he had his suspicions and quickly found Lin Qian: "Good disciple, do you have a way to counter the influence of the Netherworld Clan's talents?"

Currently, in front of Lin Qian, a system frame that only he could see floated, as he read Zhuge Ming's report and directly replied: "Is Master talking about the Netherworld Clan's fart talent?"

Upon hearing these four words, Wei Wushuang couldn't help but laugh; the terrifying talents of the Netherworld Clan have been given such a nickname by them.

He knew that many members of the Netherworld Clan couldn't stand the humiliation, directly self-destructing, rather than let their talents be insulted as fart.

"Indeed, the disciple does have a solution." After contemplating for a bit, Lin Qian nodded to acknowledge, as Zhuge Ming's report in front of him detailed the collected data during the battle.

The metal detection cards on the Imperial Army and Huaxia Alliance recruits collected accurate data from their battles with the Netherworld Clan.

These data clearly reflected their reactions to the Netherworld Clan after consuming potions, the ability to withstand toxins, etc.

Based on feedback from the metal detection cards, Lin Qian already knew the true nature of the Netherworld Clan's racial talents, understanding what their toxins really were.

"In fact, Master, the talent of the Netherworld Clan is not a power to weaken enemies by poisoning, but plunder!"