Only After Slaughtering Nine Million Could One Be Called a Supreme Hero

When the Rebel Army sounded the gong to withdraw, King Shiyu and the heads of many great houses all received letters delivered by eagles.

The contents were simple:

They were to spare no cost in saving that group of Ironclad Floating Pagodas.

At first, King Shiyu dismissed it with disdain.

But when he saw the signature, he fell silent.

A moment later, he swallowed the letter whole and said to the steward, "Go. Awaken every bit of the Prince's Residence's reserve strength."

The steward froze for a moment, but he did not dare ask a single question. He merely bowed, then obediently went to carry out the order.

One expert after another appeared, clad in heavy armor and wielding halberds.

Their bodies were wrapped in heavy armor mixed with black gold, and they wore savage masks.

They were—the King's Imperial Guards.

After that came cloaked figures one after another.

Every one of them was an expert of the Third Limit.

They had endlessly broken through the Third Limit and stood on the verge of stepping into a higher realm.

Yet because of their insufficient reserves, they had been unable to take that final step.

The other great houses were the same.

Their aged reserves were carried out in sedan chairs.

Many of these old reserves could briefly break through the limits of the Third Limit and step into a higher realm.

But once they did so, they would soon die.

Under normal circumstances, they would only bring out these Old Ancestors when their Lineage stood on the brink of life and death.

Yet now, to save the Rebel Army's tens of thousands of Ironclad Floating Pagodas, they had no choice but to bring out these precious treasures.

Most heads of the great houses felt stifled inside.

In their eyes, even