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Hong Qitian finished speaking.

The heavy, oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging over the A7 war zone instantly dissipated.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath.

A cold, clear voice echoed throughout the entire defensive line: "All troops, listen to my command! Vanguard formation, advance! Relying on the water defenses, launch a tiered attack; we must not allow the Ghosts to get close to the main body of the Great Wall!"

"kill!"

Once the order is issued, military orders are absolute.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted along the dozens of miles-long defense line of the A7 war zone of the Great Wall at sea.

The elite Dawn Legion, which had been waiting in full battle array, along with the warriors from various Federation units who were providing support, surged out like a flood from the dozens of massive gates opened by the Great Wall.

These warriors are at least second-tier martial artists or equivalent cultists.

Blood and qi surged, and divine power protected the body.

Walking on the waves is like walking on flat ground!

On the vast sea, hundreds of thousands of human warriors, clad in armor of various colors and radiating with the light of blood and blood or divine brilliance, appeared like celestial soldiers from mythology.

They formed tight battle formations.

They bravely faced the overwhelming black tide of death.

Swords were drawn, spears stood like a forest, and the light of divine magic began to shine in the front ranks, forming a stark contrast with the overwhelming death aura emanating from the distant army of ghosts.

War is imminent.

The lingering smells of blood and gunpowder in the air had not yet dissipated, and an even stronger stench was already brewing.

All the soldiers were on edge, preparing for the most brutal and arduous battle they had anticipated.

With overwhelming odds, the intimidating presence of the Ghost King felt like a thorn in their side.

Everyone was prepared to fight to the death.

However, just as the vanguard of the human army had advanced several miles and was about to engage the leading force of the Death Demons in close combat...
"Om-"

A profound and indescribable resonance.
It came from the highest reaches of the heavens.

The sound wasn't deafening, but it instantly drowned out all the shouts and roars on the battlefield.

It seemed to resonate directly in the depths of every living being's soul.

Immediately afterwards, an even more suffocating pressure than the combined malevolent energy of the millions of dead ghosts below descended slowly, as if the entire sky were collapsing.

All the human soldiers charging forward paused involuntarily, looking up in shock.

Meanwhile, on the other side was the army of ghosts.

The surging offensive seemed to be abruptly stopped by an invisible giant hand.

Fear instinctively surfaced in the crimson eyes of the low-ranking ghosts, causing them to tremble and dare not take another step forward.

The sky had darkened without anyone noticing.

Five enormous, indescribable figures blocked out the light of day.

Law heaven and earth!

Truly divine intervention!
The first one on the left, with a deep blue body and an endless aura of icy coldness surrounding him, seemingly capable of freezing even the soul, was none other than the old acquaintance, King Chujiang.

What's truly chilling is that the right arm, which Fang Qingyu had severed at the shoulder with his "Clear and Turbid" sword last time, is now completely healed, radiating a terrifying power identical to the original arm.

It was as if the pain of losing an arm had never happened.

Beside King Chujiang.

The other four equally towering Dharma images stood majestically.

A figure engulfed in dark purple flames, the very space around him seemed to distort and melt in their wake.

A figure with a blurred form, seemingly formed from the wailing of countless vengeful spirits, emanated an eerie aura that eroded the mind.

The last one is the most bizarre.

Its form is sometimes solid and sometimes illusory.

It seems to exist in the gap between reality and illusion.

Five royal lineages, five beings comparable to orthodox gods.

At this moment, it unreservedly displays its divine power, with five pairs of eyes as large as the sun and moon, carrying a cold indifference and a hint of mockery.

They all focused their attention on the sea surface.

That hunched figure, so small compared to their enormous size, was like a speck of dust.

Hong Qitian.

Hong Qitian

King Chujiang's voice rang out first, echoing between heaven and earth, carrying a condescending question.

"After lying low for twenty years, have you finally decided to make your move?"

The voice contained immense mental pressure; those with weak wills would likely suffer a mental breakdown in an instant.

However, Hong Qitian on the sea only slightly raised his eyelids, as if he had just been woken up.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead examined it carefully, with an almost antique-like gaze.

He looked up and down at King Chujiang's majestic and enormous face.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He seemed to be trying hard to remember something.

On the battlefield, there were hundreds of thousands of human soldiers.

The army of millions of ghosts fell into an eerie silence.

Both sides' attention was involuntarily drawn to this unequal standoff.

The air seemed to freeze, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

After a long while, a look of realization appeared on Hong Qitian's face. He patted his forehead, as if he had finally remembered. His tone was somewhat casual, and although his voice was not loud, it strangely carried throughout the entire battlefield:

"Oh, I remember now. Who do we have here? It's you, the big idiot who almost got chopped in two by me twenty years ago, and who escaped by playing dead?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the entire human army camp fell silent instantly.

Then, it erupted like a volcano.

A deafening roar of astonishment and disbelief erupted!
"Twenty years ago? General Hong almost killed him with a single blow?"

"My God! Really? This is a deity who embodies the laws of heaven and earth!"

"Hahaha! I knew it! Old Master Hong is awesome!"

"No wonder the old man was so calm just now! It turns out there was some old grudge!"

The fear and solemnity on the soldiers' faces were instantly replaced by ecstasy and excitement.

Hong Qitian's casual remark dispelled most of the terrifying oppressive feeling brought by the five royal Dharma forms.

Since they were once defeated opponents, what is there to be afraid of?

On the other hand, the army of ghosts erupted in angry roars and howls.

Hong Qitian's insult to their "gods" drove these low-level spirits into a frenzy. If it weren't for the suppression by the high-level spirits, they would probably have charged forward regardless of orders.

Of the five royal Dharma images, apart from King Chujiang, the other four also had a slight change in their eyes. Clearly, Hong Qitian's words had stirred up some unpleasant memories.

A slight change finally appeared in the expression on King Chujiang's own face.

But things quickly returned to normal.

He wasn't angry; he simply responded coldly, his voice still icy:

"Humanity was once the strongest, but after so many years, is all that's left for us to do is boast and talk?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "Number One among Humans".

It was both mockery and a test.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He waved his hand, his tone slightly mocking:

"Don't flatter this old man. What's this talk about being the number one human? It's just empty fame, it'll only hurt my shoulders. If I remember correctly, not long ago, your arm, which had just been reattached, was severed cleanly by a junior of our human race, wasn't it?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over King Chujiang's undamaged right arm, and clicked his tongue twice: "Recovered pretty quickly. It seems the Fate Ghost's bone-setting and limb-resetting skills are quite good? Should we consider opening a clinic? As for being the number one human..."

Hong Qitian chuckled, revealing a set of slightly sparse but dazzlingly white teeth.

Pointing to the countless spirited soldiers on the Great Wall behind him, he said, "Look, we have plenty of juniors here who can hurt or kill you. If we're going to go by your logic, then we, the number one human race, have far too many of those, you could grab a handful and they'd be worthless!"

"Hahahaha!"

Now, the entire human army could no longer hold back.

The deafening laughter soared into the sky.

Chu Kuanglan laughed the loudest, pounding his breastplate with a loud clang. Even the usually aloof Wei Banmeng couldn't help but let a faint smile appear at the corners of her lips.

Old Master Hong's words were so inspiring!

King Chujiang's enormous, dignified face could no longer maintain its icy composure.

It darkened visibly, as if water could drip from it.

The grudge of Fang Qingyu's severed arm was a thorn in his side.

At this moment, with Hong Qitian publicly reopening his wounds and mocking him so blatantly, even someone as shrewd as him couldn't help but feel a surge of murderous intent.

"court death!"

King Chujiang stopped talking nonsense. His Dharma Image suddenly raised his right hand, which had just recovered. In his palm, endless dark blue ice laws gathered and transformed into a terrifying cold current that could freeze a thousand miles of sea.

Accompanied by ear-ripping gales, it slammed down fiercely onto the human army on the sea below!
This palm strike covered an extremely wide area.

If this were filmed, tens of thousands of soldiers would likely be turned into ice sculptures in an instant.

"Your opponent is me!"

Hong Qitian's voice suddenly turned cold.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the sea.

The next moment, he appeared high in the sky, his position exactly level with the line of sight of the five royal Dharma forms.

He still had that hunched figure, and he still wore that old, faded cotton-padded jacket.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from him was overwhelming.

Yet it resembles a peerless, deadly weapon unsheathed.

Facing the massive, icy hand that descended from the sky, Hong Qitian merely glanced at it coldly and snorted, "Tsk, your strength hasn't improved, but your shamelessness has grown day by day. What kind of skill is it to bully juniors? Come, let this old man see how strong your new arm is!"

After saying that, he didn't even use any weapons.

He simply raised his withered right fist and punched it into the void where the five royal avatars were located!
There was no dazzling light, no earth-shattering momentum.

King Chujiang, who was at the forefront of the attack, suddenly changed his expression!

The giant icy hand he struck shattered like fragile glass the moment it came into contact with this invisible fist force, vanishing into nothingness!
And the force of the punch did not diminish.

It struck directly onto the invisible force field jointly constructed by the five royal lineages.

"Boom——!!!"

A deafening roar, so deep it shook the entire world, exploded out.

The five towering Dharma figures were all blasted backward by the force of this punch.

Each step he took created enormous ripples in the void.

It was as if the sky itself had been dented by being trampled.

"impossible!"

"His power... how could it be?"

The other four royals simultaneously showed expressions of horror.

"This place is too cramped and in your way! Get out of here and fight somewhere else!"

Hong Qitian gave a low shout and moved again.

It sped off into the distant deep sea as if by teleportation.

The immense fist intent acted like a pulling chain, forcibly dragging the five royal Dharma forms who were unwilling to leave the main battlefield, forcing them to follow him towards the deep sea.

The five royal species were both shocked and furious. They had intended to crush the A7 war zone with overwhelming force, but they did not expect Hong Qitian to play by his own rules.

They came out with such an overbearing attitude.

They forcibly pulled the high-end battlefield confrontation away from the main battlefield!

As the five mountain-like Dharma images were "dragged" towards the deep sea by the old man's punch, Xiao Jiu, Wei Banmeng, and the others on the Great Wall seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Old Master Hong has already stopped the enemy's king for us! If we don't fight now, when will we? All troops, attack! Slaughter these bastards!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice, filled with fervent fighting spirit, resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Dawn Legion! Charge with me!"

Chu Kuanglan took the lead, his crimson blood and qi burning like a torch. He wielded his giant sword and crashed into the still somewhat chaotic vanguard of the Fate Ghosts, who had just regained their mobility, like a tank, instantly stirring up a bloody storm.

"For humanity! Kill!"

With the commander-in-chief taking the lead, the high-end threat was temporarily diverted, and the morale of the human army instantly soared to its peak.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers roared with thunderous shouts, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

They marched towards an army of ghosts whose numbers far exceeded their own.

They launched a counter-offensive!

The fierce battle has finally broken out in full force!

……

at the same time.

On the other side, within the Primordial Martial Arts Wall, lies the primordial world.

Mirage Dragon Swamp.

Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the enormous jade leaf, having lost track of how much time had passed. His aura had long since been completely contained, as if he had merged with this eerie swamp.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the massive amount of skill points was burning at an unprecedented rate.

It transforms into the deepest understanding of countless martial arts techniques and secret arts.

Everything returns to its source!

Various completely different power systems and techniques collided in his mind.

Then it is further fused and refined.

The essence of forty-seven different eras and worlds, like rivers flowing into the sea, ultimately converges at the same destination.

It serves as a confirmation and supplement to his own "Tao".

One martial art after another was pushed to perfection, transforming into pure source points.

Fang Qingyu's understanding of power is undergoing a qualitative leap.

He was no longer confined to a particular move or style, but began to grasp the most fundamental laws governing the flow of power.

The inclusiveness of the Primordial Creation Strategy, and the deduction of the myriad phenomena of the Zhou Tian Yi.
All these core capabilities were nourished and elevated during this frenzied "return to the source of all laws".

In this state, his divine sense began to subtly attempt to penetrate the fog of rules surrounding this swamp.

The law that makes his body "shrink".

It doesn't seem incomprehensible.

It is more like an extreme distortion and application of space and life forms.

At a certain moment of profound enlightenment.

"Boom!"

A faint sound, yet carrying a unique rhythm, seemed to strike a spatial node directly, coming from an extremely distant direction.

It broke through the layers of barriers of the swamp.

Fang Qingyu caught it.

Fang Qingyu's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!

"Shh-"

In that instant, a vision of the beginning of the universe seemed to flow within his originally deep, dark eyes.

Within the left eye, the Milky Way flows, the sun and moon rise and fall, and countless stars are born and die, evolving the mysteries of the universe.

Within the right eye, earth, water, fire, and wind surged, and the pure and turbid energies differentiated, as if reenacting the magnificent process of the creation of the world.

Various indescribable colors and fragments of laws flashed across his eyes.

Ultimately, it returns to a state of ultimate tranquility.

Fang Qingyu slowly turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through countless towering ancient trees and dense miasma, precisely looking in the direction from which the tremor came.

The entrance to the Mirage Dragon Swamp.

He clearly "saw" a giant, even more imposing than the previous two, standing on the outer edge of the swamp.

Calmly observing the forest swamp.

His eyes were filled with memories.

He stood there blankly for a long time.

She murmured something to herself.

"Your Majesty, is this the hope you spoke of?" (End of Chapter)