Leveling the Great Qian Empire, a blade cultivator who never backed down

Wang He glanced intently into the depths of the Imperial Palace, a sense of unease creeping over him for some reason.

After a moment's hesitation, he said with a solemn expression:

"No, we need to break the Array Formation quickly, or something unexpected will happen."

Upon hearing this, Yang Mouxu both frowned. Breaking the formation now would be a waste of their strength.

This Imperial City is enormous, and maintaining this Array Formation would definitely consume a lot of energy, so it certainly cannot last for too long.

The best strategy is naturally to wait until the Array Formation is exhausted before launching an attack.

Seeing that neither of them moved, Wang He said in a serious tone, "The Great Qian Empire has a deep foundation and may be brewing some Trump Cards. Giving them time to prepare now is digging our own grave."

"Furthermore, Sect Master Yang, you shouldn't be too confident in your Seven Poisons Powder. You know very well what the Great Qian Empire is like. It has existed for a very long time, and according to records, there have been several mysterious powerful figures who have helped them resolve crises."

He's not as simple as he seems on the surface.

Wang He's words immediately had an effect, and both of their expressions became serious.

That's absolutely true.

The Great Qian Empire is far from simple; its existence spans an extremely long period, a fact that must be guarded against.

After a moment of careful consideration, the two made their decision.

Duan Yan immediately declared, "This Array Formation is extraordinary; ordinary people probably couldn't even scratch it. Let's break it together, the three of us."

The three exchanged a glance, then nodded to each other.

The next moment.

They exuded a terrifying aura; to ordinary mortals, those at the Nascent Soul Realm were practically indistinguishable from Immortal.

The sight of three Nascent Soul Realm attacking the Array Formation together was terrifying. Many people in the Imperial City could no longer contain their fear and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

After the three of them bombarded the formation for about ten breaths, Rift immediately appeared in the Array Formation.

There were two Core Formation stage left in the Great Qian Empire. Both of them had survived the previous great battle. When they saw the three Nascent Soul Realm attacking again, despair appeared on their faces.

The Array Formation is about to break!

It's almost over!

Both of them had less than 30% of their Spiritual Energy remaining, and coupled with their injuries, they didn't look to be in good condition.

Below the city wall, Ye Haoran's eyes were resolute, and he held a long sword like a Blade Master about to face death.

There were many people behind him who were afraid, but when they saw Ye Haoran still standing there, most of their fear dissipated.

"What's there to be afraid of! At worst, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

"I will live and die with the Great Qian Empire!"

The roars continued, and they were using this method to cheer themselves on.

Ye Haoran looked up, staring intently at the three Nascent Soul Realm Duan Yan.

Of the three, he was the weakest and the only one he might be able to kill. Although the chance was still slim, he could still kill him if he found the right weakness and opportunity.

Today he has resigned himself to certain death.

However, Ye Haoran did not want to die such a miserable death. He wanted to deliver a fatal blow to Duan Yan before he died, even if he could not kill him, he wanted to make him Memories.

As the Rift in the Array Formation Yuelai denser, everyone held their breath.

Another great battle is about to begin!

Or perhaps it can no longer be called a major battle, but rather a one-sided, crushing defeat.

In the current Great Qian Empire, no one can fight against the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, let alone three of them.

Outside the city.

The Third Prince was extremely excited. His eyes were fixed on the Array Formation that was about to break, and he was ready to lead his army to attack as soon as the Array Formation was broken.

He would not be at peace until the Great Qian Empire was destroyed.

A few breaths later, the city fell.

The fluorescent dome transformed into starlight and dissipated in the sky, bringing the Imperial Family into full view of the Three Great Powers.

Yang Mouxu turned his head and roared, "Crush the Great Qian Empire!"

The sound traveled out, and immediately, angry roars echoed throughout the Imperial City.

"Crush the Great Qian Empire!"

"Crush the Great Qian Empire!"

With roars, rhythmic footsteps, and the neighing of horses, the 300,000-strong army charged into the city.

Around the Imperial City, there were many cultivators secretly observing, and they all shook their heads helplessly at the sight.

"The Great Qian Empire is truly finished!"

"We cultivators grew up in the Great Qian Empire, and now that the country has perished, we're just standing here doing nothing. We truly feel guilty about it."

"So what? We cultivators pursue immortality; there's no need for us to die for the Great Qian Empire."

"Daoist Friend's words are reasonable. We were born from these Mountains and Rivers. Even if the country is destroyed, the mountains and rivers remain. Even without the Great Qian Empire, there are other forces. None of you need to carry such a heavy burden."

Many people were heartbroken, while others remained indifferent, completely unconcerned about the demise of the Great Qian Empire, as if they were merely spectators.

After the city fell.

Yang Mouxu and the other two exchanged glances. Instead of immediately heading towards the Imperial Palace, they decided to wait and see if anything unexpected happened.

They've all grown up step by step to where they are now, so naturally they're quite cautious.

The Great Qian Empire has a strong foundation and may have some Trump Cards. If we rashly rush into the Imperial Palace, we might fall into a trap.

The best approach would be to wait until we have complete control of the Imperial City before sending those Martial Cultivator into the Imperial Palace to test the waters.

The armies of the Three Great Powers entered the Imperial City, and the great war truly began.

"Kill!"

The remaining fighting force in the Imperial City charged Past the 300,000-strong army, but cultivators from the Three Great Sects immediately stopped many of them.

Cultivators against cultivators, Martial Cultivator against Martial Cultivator.

Ye Haoran's eyes were deep as he watched the enemy forces frantically pouring into the city gates in the distance, his aura completely concealed.

"Everyone, kill!"

As his voice rang out, Ye Haoran's gaze shifted, turning to look at the Duan Yan high in the sky.

The next moment.

His aura became incredibly sharp, and he vanished from his spot in an instant, shooting directly into the sky.

Ye Haoran's blade was characterized only by its sharpness and unwavering determination.

As the sword was drawn, his body rapidly withered away.

This strike consumed all of his strength and Blood Qi.

Ye Haoran was going to use all his strength to unleash the ultimate power in his sword strike.

This is his way!

Not for the sake of remaining intact as a tile, but for the sake of shattering like jade.

Any enemy who stands in his way will either die, or the enemy will die.

As a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, Duan Yan possessed keen Divine Sense and immediately detected everything. However, Ye Haoran's speed was extremely fast, and he had concealed his aura beforehand. Therefore, by the time Duan Yan reacted, Ye Haoran had already arrived less than three meters in front of him.

"Court death!"

Duan Yan sneered, "You dare to attack me, early Core Formation stage cultivator?"

He raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, a terrifying shockwave sweeping outwards, the scorching flames threatening to incinerate everything.

Ye Haoran showed no fear; he had no intention of resisting at all.

He aimed for a one-for-one trade with that strike.

He passed through the flames; his shriveled body was cracked in many places, devoid of any moisture, and the skin in many places had peeled off, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

"Cut!"

Ye Haoran used all his strength to roar loudly, his voice deafening, and the knife in his hand slashed straight down.