Another Divine Artifact?

"Enough. Relay my orders: the Light Cavalry Legion will move at daybreak, then leave this place quickly."

"We obey!"

Early morning.

Above the Star Luo Empire's army, the hundred-thousand-strong Light Cavalry Legion had reached its destination under cover of darkness. With a great shout, massive boulders came rolling down.

"Enemy attack!"

"Someone, hurry! So many rocks! Where is our Heavy Cavalry Legion?!"

As the massive boulders tumbled down, the Star Luo Empire's army was thrown into complete chaos. Some were crushed to death by the giant rocks before they could even flee their tents. Even those lucky enough to escape were buried beneath the falling stones.

In that instant, at least thirty thousand soldiers were crushed to death by the boulders.

Although the hundred-thousand-strong Light Cavalry Legion was not as formidable as the Heavy Cavalry Legion, ten men pushing a single boulder was more than manageable.

Ten thousand gigantic boulders fell from the sky. This was the nightmare of the Star Luo Empire's army.

Long You, clad in armor, rushed out. All eight soul rings on his body lit up at once, and without a second thought, he shattered a boulder in midair.

But even if he shattered one, the boulders elsewhere still crashed down to the ground.

Wen Mo Douluo snorted coldly as he watched the tens of thousands of boulders in the air. The terrifying killing intent around him instantly sealed every stone in the sky within a barrier.

With an angry roar, countless rays of light scattered across the sky.

After dropping the stones, the Heaven Dou Empire's Light Cavalry Legion had already fled far away on horseback.

Wen Mo Douluo's face twitched as he looked at the devastation around him and roared, "What are the casualties?!"

"Reporting to my lord, we have currently lost eighty thousand troops. The exact losses are still being counted."

Eighty thousand men had died in just a few minutes. This made Wen Mo, a Title Douluo, burn with even greater rage. He kicked the half-kneeling soldier before him flying.

"Gather all forces! Break through the Heaven Dou Empire's border defenses! Once the city gates are breached, leave no surrendered soldiers alive!"

"Yes!"

Wen Mo Douluo was utterly enraged. Leading the army of soul masters, he leaped into the air and flew straight toward the Heaven Dou Empire.

At this moment, beneath the Heaven Dou Empire's border walls, all the soldiers stood in formation, arranged into square military camps, each containing a hundred thousand troops.

There were five camps along the entire border, meaning there were a total of five hundred thousand soldiers.

The clanging, forceful sounds echoed through the camps. Every soldier gripped a spear and glared furiously at the dense mass of soul masters in the sky.

The Star Luo Empire had roughly three thousand soul masters, yet the dark mass of soul masters in the air had already exceeded that number. In other words, all of the Star Luo Empire's soul masters had been sent out to fight.

At their head was Wen Mo, the Level 95 Title Douluo. Behind him stood the Star Luo Empire's generals, each of whom had reached the Soul Douluo level.

Long You was among them as well. This time, no matter what, he would find the murderer who had killed his younger brother.

Last night, he had intended to think of a way to launch a surprise attack on the Heaven Dou Empire's border. But before he knew it, the entire night had passed.

Just as he had wanted to get some sleep, cries of an enemy attack came from outside the tent.

Zhou Yi gently waved the feather fan in his hand, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Lin Xiao, let me handle this one. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed the thrill of fighting so many people."

Lin Xiao, seated in a chair, smiled. "Can you handle it?"

"What kind of question is that? Just watch." Zhou Yi tapped off the ground with his toes, and in a single leap, arrived before the Heaven Dou Empire's army.

Wen Mo Douluo did not stop until he was less than a hundred meters away.

"The Heaven Dou Empire is despicable and shameless, actually launching a sneak attack on our military camp. Today, I will slaughter every last one of you!"

Zhou Yi said coldly, "You're Wen Mo?"

Following the direction of the voice, Wen Mo Douluo looked over. When he saw a mere young brat, he snorted. "Where did this ignorant rat come from? Hurry and call your Imperial Tutor. You are not qualified to speak with me."

Zhou Yi did not care. He stepped forward with his left foot and flicked the feather fan in his right hand. The previously ordinary fan suddenly transformed into countless silver-white blades.

"Blades in hand, judgment in all directions!"

"What is that?" Wen Mo Douluo frowned. The thing in Zhou Yi's hand had clearly been an ordinary fan just moments ago. How had it become blades now?

Could it be a divine artifact?

At that thought, the tension on Wen Mo Douluo's face turned into greed. Once he obtained a divine artifact, who in this world could stop him from unifying the entire continent?

Atop the Heaven Dou Empire's border wall.

Marshal Ge Long said in a low voice, "Imperial Tutor, can your friend handle this?"

"Don't worry. These ants are just a warm-up for him."

"Zhou Yi, kill whoever else you want, but leave Wen Mo to me. I'll personally chop off his head!"

The icy voice spread across the entire battlefield, startling everyone. Could a Title Douluo truly be killed so easily? The Imperial Tutor's tone was indeed shockingly arrogant.

"Understood." Zhou Yi gave a faint smile. "Who's coming first?"

Just as Long You was about to step forward to accept the challenge, a Soul Douluo general stole the opportunity from him.

"I am a general of the Star Luo Empire's Heavy Armored Legion..."

"Don't tell me any of that. You'll be dead soon anyway."

Zhou Yi directly cut off the Soul Douluo. In his eyes, this man had already been sentenced to death.

The Soul Douluo frowned, veins bulging on his face. This was going too far. Before so many people, he had not even finished speaking. Where was his dignity?

"Rat, you're courting death!"

The Soul Douluo leaped into the air. Just as he was about to release his martial soul, a wet pfft sounded, and a blood-red mark appeared across his neck.

Blood sprayed out like a fountain. The Soul Douluo's eyes widened as he hurriedly clutched his neck with both hands. The intense pain made his entire body tremble violently.

He had never dreamed that he would be instantly killed in a single strike.

Watching the blood pour endlessly from his neck, the Soul Douluo could no longer support himself. His vision went dark, and he fell straight from the air, kicking up a cloud of dust as he hit the ground.

The others from the Star Luo Empire were stunned as well. What had just happened? How had he suddenly died? It was incomprehensible.

Not only that, Marshal Ge Long and several generals also sucked in a breath of cold air. That had been a Level 85 Soul Douluo powerhouse, instantly killed in one strike without even using his martial soul. Was he even human?

Zhou Yi gently stroked the blades in his hand and said with some emotion, "The old man's divine artifact really is useful. From now on, you're mine."

Wen Mo Douluo waved his right hand, and two Soul Douluo behind him stepped forward.

"You two, test this man's true strength. If anything goes wrong, retreat immediately."

"Yes, my lord."

Zhou Yi chuckled. "I advise you to come together. Killing you one at a time is a little tiring. I prefer wiping you all out in a single strike!"