The King of Hell's Soul Body stood with his hands behind his back, his feet resting on empty air as he hovered above the wilderness house, his netherworld energy withdrawn within him. Like a night breeze sweeping across the land, the divine perception of a sixth-grade Dao Touching cultivator instantly enveloped fully half of Liangzhou.
Within that vast, boundless perception, he detected twenty-one fifth-grade Supernatural Ability Users and dozens of fourth-grade cultivators hurtling through the sky toward him.
Among them, roughly seventeen fifth-grade cultivators had similar auras and used identical spells to cross the sky. This meant that for today's confrontation, the entire Western Liang Imperial Clan had already "committed all its reserves."
Barring any surprises, apart from the elders in seclusion or traveling abroad, every member of Western Liang's fifth-grade Elder Pavilion who could come today should have been here.
The Ancient Emperor Successor had wreaked havoc at the Heavenly Prodigy Grand Gathering, slain Nation Lord Situ Ang's son Situ Ye before the City Gate, and later, together with the King of Hell in the fourth-grade Secret Realm, kept Situ Ang from daring to advance another half step. Such acts of riding roughshod over Western Liang and slapping it in the face had left the entire Western Liang Imperial Clan unable to hold its head high before the mighty figures of the Nine Li Continent, its dignity utterly lost.
Thus, for Western Liang, today was not merely a conflict between sects over a Great Emperor's opportunity, but a bloody battle fought with "the strength of the entire nation."
They could even forgo the opportunity, but the Ancient Emperor Successor and his Path Guardian had to die here.
Though a province encompassed a vast territory, having seventeen living fifth-grade cultivators was absolutely impossible without a thousand years of accumulated resources.