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Chapter 169 Three Thousand Soldiers of the Broken Army Camp Return to Their Faith

"Boom!!!"

There was no earth-shattering collision as expected.

The moment the giant axe made contact with the fist, time seemed to freeze for a split second.

Immediately afterwards, a strange fluctuation that could not be described by sound suddenly spread out.

Centered on the point of collision, space was violently distorted, light was swallowed up, and a brief dark area was formed.

Then came an extreme burst of light and heat!

The golden-red light of lava and the blood-red aura of malevolence intertwined wildly, annihilating and devouring each other!

The remaining base of the arena was completely destroyed by this force, leaving not even a speck of dust.

The ground was plowed with trenches several meters deep, the protective light shield was already shattered, and the remaining shockwaves swept outwards, causing the spectators below to turn pale with horror and use various means to resist. Those with weaker cultivation were even directly blown away.

The entire Dongying drill ground was filled with flying sand and dust.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, their eyes fixed on the center of the billowing smoke, trying to see the outcome.

Who's winning?
Is it General Qin who relied on the strength of his army formation and revealed all his trump cards?
Is it still Sect Master Meng, who has cultivated a terrifying body-refining technique and whose fist skills are divine?

The smoke slowly dispersed.

The raging aftershocks of energy gradually subsided.

In the dead silence, two blurry figures gradually appeared.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the view finally became clear.

Meng Xihong stood quietly in place, his clothes slightly torn and dusty, his breathing a little rapid, but his expression remained calm.

And one of his arms was steadily supporting another person.

That person was Qin Zhan.

At this moment, Qin Zhan's dark black heavy armor, which symbolized glory and power, had completely disappeared, leaving only a few tattered strips of cloth hanging on his strong body.

His skin was covered with fine cracks, like parched earth.

Fresh blood kept seeping out, and his breath was extremely weak. He could barely stand up, almost entirely with Meng Xihong's support.

But his eyes, which were originally as sharp as a hawk's, were now dim, yet they were fixed on Meng Xihong. There was no fighting spirit or resentment in them, only an indescribable complex emotion.

That was the relief that came after being completely convinced.

The three thousand soldiers of the Broken Army Camp, as well as all the disciples of the Heavenly Evolution Sect who came to watch the battle, stared blankly at the two people supporting each other, their hearts churning with shock.

There really can be such an insurmountable gap between Foundation Establishment cultivators!
The entire venue remained in a deathly silence.

All eyes were focused on the two figures in the arena.

Meng Xihong supported the nearly exhausted Qin Zhan. Both of them bore the marks of battle, but their postures were now quite different.

Meng Xihong possesses the composure of a victor.

Qin Zhan, on the other hand, was composed after exhausting his strength.

Qin Zhan was breathing heavily, each breath aggravating the countless tiny wounds all over his body, bringing a stinging pain like being pricked by needles.

He managed to stand up straighter, breaking free from Meng Xihong's support. Although he swayed, his spine remained ramrod straight.

He raised his eyes, which were slightly dimmed from exhaustion but still sharp, and looked deeply into Meng Xihong's eyes, whose breathing was only slightly disordered.

There was no resentment, no bitterness.

Only those who are truly convinced can accept it!

After a long silence, Qin Zhan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood in his chest, and spoke in a hoarse but clear voice, breaking the suffocating silence:
"Sect Leader Meng's strength is profound; I, Qin, am utterly convinced of my defeat!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a storm in the hearts of the three thousand soldiers of the Broken Army Camp below the stage.

They watched as their once invincible General Qin conceded defeat, his armor tattered and his body covered in wounds. Then they looked at the seemingly ordinary yet terrifyingly powerful Sect Leader Meng, and an indescribable emotion spread through the army.

It was awe-inspiring, it was awe-inspiring.

Ultimately, it all turned into recognition of the absolute strongest.

Qin Zhan's gaze swept over the three thousand silent subordinates below the stage; their eyes spoke volumes.

He turned back to face Meng Xihong, his expression becoming extremely solemn. He clasped his hands and bowed, giving a very serious military salute.

"Before the sparring, I, Qin Zhan, had a prior agreement with Sect Leader Meng."

Qin Zhan's voice was not loud, but it was like the clang of metal on metal, clearly resounding throughout the entire training ground.

"If my Qin Zhan wins, the sect leader will present the complete body-forging technique from the 'Furnace Classic' to the Yi Jin chapter. The Tianyan Sect will be merged into the Shenwu Army, and all resources will be used to support the three thousand soldiers of my Po Jun Camp."

He paused, his gaze calm, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying the resolute determination of a soldier who keeps his word: "Now, Qin has been defeated! We shall abide by the bet made in defeat."

I, Qin Zhan, and the three thousand soldiers of the Po Jun Camp I led voluntarily join the Tianyan Sect and enter the Divine Martial Hall to become disciples of the Tianyan Sect!

From this day forward, we will strictly abide by the rules and regulations of the Tianyan Sect, obey the sect leader's orders, and have no objections whatsoever!

"I accept my defeat, and heaven and earth bear witness!"

Every word was powerful and resounding!
Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest reluctance.

Defeat is defeat!

A soldier's promise is more important than his life!

He, Qin Zhan, can afford to lose!
As Qin Zhan finished speaking, the three thousand soldiers of the Po Jun Camp below the stage, after a brief silence, suddenly burst into uniform movements!
"Keng! Keng! Keng!"

The sound of the armor rubbing together was like thunder!

Three thousand iron-blooded soldiers, regardless of their previous thoughts.

At this moment, after their commander set an example and after they witnessed Meng Xihong's unparalleled strength, all their doubts and arrogance vanished.

The Po Jun camp has always revered the strong!
They follow the commander who can lead them to victory in every battle!
Meng Xihong, however, completely subdued them with his iron fists!
Three thousand men, as one, knelt down on one knee in unison, clenched their right fists, and slammed them heavily onto their left breastplates, producing a deafening roar!

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, carrying the steely resolve and chilling intensity unique to the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, three thousand people erupted in a thunderous roar of vows, the sound surging and soaring into the sky:

"We voluntarily join the Tianyan Sect!"

"Enter the Divine Martial Hall and serve as a protector of the sect!"

"Strictly abide by the sect rules and obey orders!"

The sound waves grew louder and louder, causing the jade stones on the ground that had not yet been crushed into dust by the aftershocks of the battle to rustle.

The combined iron will and unwavering belief were even purer and more awe-inspiring than when the blood-red war god was formed through the military formation!
They revered Qin's wars and were therefore willing to follow him through thick and thin.

They were impressed by Meng Xihong's strength and therefore willingly served him as their master!
This is the logic of the Broken Army Camp: simple, direct, yet unwavering.

Standing in the center of the arena, Meng Xihong endured the baptism of three thousand ardent and submissive gazes, and listened to the earth-shaking oath. Finally, a faint, heartfelt smile appeared on his calm face.

Three thousand Foundation Establishment stage "gold-devouring beasts"... no, three thousand elite Foundation Establishment stage henchmen have been acquired.

The cost of this medicinal bath is so high that it's likely to drain the entire medicinal garden in the secret realm.

We need to ask Yunniang to think of another way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

While pondering future financial plans, Meng Xihong stepped forward, gently helped Qin Zhan up, and glanced at the sea of ​​kneeling soldiers below the stage.

Now, these three thousand soldiers of the Broken Army Camp have truly returned to their homeland and are completely branded with the mark of his Tianyan Sect.

　I made it! Sorry everyone, I'm a little late today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)