Have You Seen This Vast Sea of Blood?

White World, the Ming Dou Mountain Range.

The Soul Guidance Mechas stood in formation among the Sun Moon Empire's army, and Soul Tools covered the sky.

The Star Luo Empire's generals and their strategists were all stunned.

"How is this possible?"

"After Divine Punishment descended, how could the Sun Moon Empire still be armed with so many Soul Tools?"

"Look at those people!"

Suddenly, a strategist pointed at the Soul Engineers standing on Soul Guidance flying discs in midair, his calves trembling.

"They actually have Soul Rings?!"

Ring after ring of bright yellow Soul Rings shone around the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Engineers.

Hundred-Year Soul Rings!

How was this possible?

Over the past few days, the Northwest Army Group had searched every nearby Soul Beast habitat, yet had failed to find more than a few ten-year Soul Beasts.

Nor had they cultivated so quickly; only a handful had even reached the level-ten bottleneck in Soul Power.

But not only did the Sun Moon Empire still have organized legions of Soul Engineers, quite a few of those Soul Engineers also had Hundred-Year Soul Rings!

How were they supposed to fight this battle?

At the front of the formation, White Tiger Duke Dai Hao stared fixedly at the blood-red Death God Tower.

He slowly stepped out from the Star Luo Empire's army and picked up a Soul Tool amplifier at his side.

"Across the field, are you the Sun Moon Empire's newly enthroned emperor, Huo Yuhao?"

"I am White Tiger Duke Dai Hao. The border between the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire has been peaceful for decades."

"Your Majesty has only just taken the throne, yet you have launched a massive attack on the border of my Star Luo Empire. How has my Star Luo Empire offended Your Majesty?"

Dai Hao's voice echoed through the peaks of the Ming Dou Mountain Range.

At that moment, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Northwest Army Group all tightened their grips on their weapons.

Yet atop the Death God Tower, Huo Yuhao, blood-red light radiating from his body, merely looked down at Dai Hao indifferently.

"White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao?"

"Though you're eager to buy some time, I have no time to waste words with you."

"I have long heard that the Northwest Army Group under the White Tiger Duke has an iron-blooded style and is the Star Luo Empire's most elite army."

"Strict in discipline and unmatched in battle?"

Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head, killing intent brimming in his blood-red Eyes of Asura.

"Why don't you let me see it for myself right now!"

The instant the words left his mouth, Huo Yuhao leaped straight down from the top of the Death God Tower.

"Junior brother!"

Seeing this, Jing Hongchen could not help crying out in alarm.

But in the next instant, Huo Yuhao's figure abruptly paused in midair.

His Asura Demon Sword pointed downward; man and sword became one as he plummeted toward the Star Luo Empire's army like a blood-red meteor!

A purple Soul Ring suddenly rose from beneath his feet, spiraling upward around him!

When Dai Hao and the generals under his command saw the color of Huo Yuhao's First Soul Ring, their minds all went blank.

A Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

How was this possible?!

"Loose the arrows!"

The deputy general beside Dai Hao roared himself hoarse.

The next instant, a rain of arrows filled the sky, volleying toward Huo Yuhao in midair.

But blood-red light suddenly burst from Huo Yuhao's Eyes of Asura!

His purple, thousand-year First Soul Ring lit up in an instant!

"First Soul Skill, Spiritual Destruction!"

A terrifying spiritual shock wave spread abruptly outward from Huo Yuhao like a blood-red ripple.

Blossoms of blood bloomed around Huo Yuhao. The heads of the dozen or so deputy generals and strategists beside Dai Hao burst like watermelons before they could even scream.

Crimson blood fell like rain, and rows of headless bodies kept collapsing.

The central army responsible for guarding Dai Hao fell into chaos in an instant!

At that moment, Huo Yuhao landed on the ground.

He landed where the Star Luo Empire's troops were packed most densely.

"Boom!"

The earth cracked, and dust shot into the sky.

Huo Yuhao slowly walked out of the dust as pieces of ice-blue Battle Armor covered his body.

He held the Asura Demon Sword, dark-gold demonic patterns moving across its blood-red blade like living things.

"Kill!"

Asura Demon Sword in hand, Huo Yuhao charged straight into the Star Luo Empire's army, one man with one sword!

"Stop him! Kill him!"

"Protect the duke! Slay Huo Yuhao!"

"He actually dared charge alone into the army's encirclement. He's courting death!"

Seeing that Huo Yuhao, the Sun Moon Emperor, had actually dared to break their formation alone, the Star Luo Empire's soldiers immediately surged toward him like madmen.

If they could kill the Sun Moon Emperor with their own hands, they would surely be made marquises and generals, with boundless prospects ahead!

Dai Hao's Guards Battalion was the first to react.

The three thousand White Tiger Guards were elite soldiers Dai Hao had handpicked from an army of a million; every one of them had followed him through countless battles!

"Guards Battalion, form ranks!"

"Protect the central army's standard! Form a battle array and slay Huo Yuhao!"

The three thousand White Tiger Guards roared as one, their voices shaking the heavens.

They drew the gleaming Soul Tool battle sabers at their waists and charged toward Huo Yuhao, fighting without fear of death.

This was the Star Luo Empire's most elite force, and the sharpest blade in Dai Hao's hand!

Although Divine Punishment had now descended, in terms of individual ability and overall combat strength, the White Tiger Guards Battalion could still be called the Star Luo Empire's most elite army.

Yet the instant after the White Tiger Guards surrounded Huo Yuhao, a bone-deep chill suddenly descended.

"Snow Dance Extreme Ice Domain."

A blood-red blizzard appeared, and the movements of the dozens of White Tiger Guards charging at the front all stiffened at once.

A layer of blood-red frost formed over their bodies and armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their steps grew slower and slower.

At last, they froze into blood-red ice sculptures, fixed forever in place along the path of their charge.

Huo Yuhao wielded the Asura Demon Sword, cutting down the White Tiger Guards one by one.

With every person he killed, a stream of blood-red light flowed from the Asura Demon Sword into his body.

Beneath the great standard, White Tiger Duke Dai Hao's eyes had turned red.

The three thousand White Tiger Guards were the elite soldiers he had led out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Quite a few of them had followed him ever since he was an ordinary officer in the Star Luo Empire.

Yet now they had turned into ice sculptures, and Huo Yuhao was slaughtering them like melons and vegetables.

"He's a devil, a devil!"

"We're no match for him at all! Why is he so strong?"

"Run! Don't kill me!"

By now, the morale of the surrounding Star Luo Empire soldiers had utterly collapsed.

In only a few moments, the area within a dozen or so meters of Huo Yuhao had been completely cleared.

Not one person survived within the area centered on him!

Crimson blood flowed from among the severed limbs that covered the ground, gathering into a ghastly, vivid river of blood.

Clad in a black dragon robe and holding the Asura Demon Sword, Huo Yuhao stood quietly in the middle of the river of blood.

He slowly raised his head and glanced toward the Death God Tower.

Atop the giant blood-red tower slept the person he loved most in this life.

The overwhelming killing intent in his blood-red Eyes of Asura faded somewhat, replaced by a sorrow that could not be dispelled.

"Mu Qing..."

A tear of blood fell from the corner of Huo Yuhao's eye, dropping into the river of blood beneath his feet.

"Have you seen this vast sea of blood?"