"Look! What is that?"
"The Nine-Dragon War Chariot, from Yi Xianhuang himself! If the Chariot moves, it means Yi Xianhuang is going out. His destination? The Two Realms Battlefield. After Eternal Night annihilated Great Yi's legions, they've fully provoked Yi Xianhuang. This time, his wrath will surely descend like thunder."
"A major event is unfolding! I told you — such a blatant insult will never be tolerated by Yi Xianhuang. Back then, Great Yi dared to charge directly into the Eternal Night battlefield, confronting them head-on. Now that they've trampled on him personally, how could he possibly endure?"
Across the Eternal World, countless realms watched as the massive Nine-Dragon War Chariot soared into the skies. Shock rippled through observers, mingled with excitement and anticipation.
Since Yi Tianxing's rise, he had been regarded as a peerless prodigy, already beyond the bounds of his generation. For many years, he had lived in quiet cultivation, rarely seen in action. Yet none underestimated him.
As ruler of the Fortune Dynasty, Yi Tianxing only grew stronger with each passing moment. The more he settled and accumulated, the more terrifying he became. Even at Dao-Proving level, he had slain a Saint — his true power after thousands of years of growth was beyond anyone's estimation. Now, enraged and descending to the battlefield, no one could predict the peak of his ferocity.
All eyes focused instantly. Everyone knew Great Yi would not stand idle, but no one knew if Yi Tianxing would act personally.
In the Observatory Hall of Great Yi:
Ministers gathered, their expressions grave.
"Your Majesty arrives!"
"Welcome, Your Majesty, may your life be eternal."
Amid the solemn atmosphere, Yi Tianxing sat on the throne.
"This is your incarnation heading to the battlefield," Liu Bowen stepped forward, speaking carefully, "Though it preserves your true self, you must beware Eternal Night's schemes. The sudden annihilation of the legions was no accident — surely traps await on the battlefield aimed at you."
Though it was a duplicate, to the outside world it represented Yi Tianxing himself. Any harm would still tarnish Great Yi's reputation — there is no difference. Vigilance was necessary.
"Indeed," Jia Xu added calmly, sensing a conspiracy. "Eternal Night is targeting Great Yi. Other forces have never caused such loss. Once is an accident, twice is coincidence, thrice is deliberate."
Yi Tianxing's lips curved into a cold smile. "Very well. Today, I shall witness what schemes Eternal Night has prepared. A mere duplicate — expendable. To harm it, they must pay dearly. Let's see how many lives they have to offer."
This time, he intended to show his strength openly, to remind the world that Great Yi is not a crippled cat. And he was far beyond his former self — no one could guess his current cultivation. A true display would shock heaven and earth, terrify Saints.
With a casual sweep of his hand, the battlefield outside appeared in the hall.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Nine-Dragon War Chariot tore through the void with astonishing speed. After the two battlefields fused, travel between them could ignore the barrier, and the chariot appeared directly in the Divine-Demon Battlefield.
Standing on the battlefield's void, Yi Tianxing exuded supreme authority, coldly scanning the spots where Great Yi's legions had been annihilated.
"Those who slaughtered my soldiers shall be executed!"
"By my decree, the evil demons of Eternal Night shall perish!"
Clad in the Chaos Battle Dragon Robe and wearing the Flat Heaven Crown, Yi Tianxing spoke. An invisible will, accompanied by supreme might, swept across the Two Realms Battlefield.
Wherever it passed, the countless Eternal Night demons — those charging like tides, the rushing insectoid hordes — suddenly collapsed to the ground. Their auras vanished. Not one or two, but entire waves fell, as if their souls were forcibly shattered by supreme power.
Millions!
Billions!
Trillions!
The horror was unimaginable. These demons, some already Fifth-Rank, were far from weak — even fodder had to be competent. Yet now they lay dead, vanishing like grass cut by a sickle. For those witnessing, it was as if the tide of war suddenly disappeared, leaving only eerie silence.
Observers in countless war cities gasped in shock.
"Golden Words of the Imperial Dao — one word becomes law. Speech becomes rule."
"Hiss! Terrifying! That is the power of Yi Xianhuang! One decree, and trillions of demons are annihilated, the lower ranks of Eternal Night swept clean — like mowing grass!"
The sheer scale of this power left onlookers in disbelief. The true terror lay in Yi Tianxing's cultivation. What level must one reach to obliterate trillions with a single command? Against him, the tactics of the demonic horde were meaningless. Instant retribution — tenfold, a hundredfold, even a thousandfold.
"Indeed, Your Majesty's Imperial Dao is unstoppable."
"With this strike, Eternal Night's arrogance has been crushed. Let's see how they dare remain haughty."
The ministers in the hall could not help but applaud, relief and exhilaration washing over them.
"Those who died were mere fodder. The true elite remain," Liu Bowen cautioned, his expression grave. He pointed to the battlefield: among the fallen demons, the Eternal Night elites had revealed themselves. Only they stood — like luminous beacons in the dark, stark against the dead sea of troops.
"They dare… They will pay. Yi Xianhuang's wrath will not be escaped!"
"Kill! We cannot allow Yi Xianhuang to live! Reveal yourselves and die!"
These surviving demon gods seethed with fury. Yi Tianxing's presence was an overwhelming threat — one command had shattered their massive assault. Their deaths were certain.
Indeed, the annihilation of Great Yi's legions was intended to enrage him, to draw Yi Tianxing onto the battlefield — where they hoped to end him.
"Humph. If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability."
Yi Tianxing snorted, then issued a new command:
"Imperial Dragon Decree — Thousand Dragons Patrol the Heavens!!"
Boom!
Behind him, a vast divine diagram appeared — the Chaotic Dragon Nest. Inside twisted countless True Dragons, exhaling the essence of heaven and earth. To witness it in person was overwhelming; the dragons seemed to shred minds and annihilate all in their presence.
Roaring! Roaring! Roaring!
At his command, a thousand True Dragons surged from the Imperial Dragon Diagram. They expanded at astonishing speed, growing to tens of thousands of zhang, each emanating Dao-Proving level power. Each dragon's aura was unique, carrying distinct law-energy and supreme war intent.
With no hesitation, they descended onto the Two Realms Battlefield, targeting the Eternal Night demon gods.
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Step the Seas!
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Shatter the Mountains!
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Overturn the Rivers!
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Call the Wind!
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Summon the Rain!
The Eight Dragon Techniques — Part the Clouds!
The techniques manifested across the thousand dragons, clashing instantly with the Eternal Night demon gods.
Above a Frost Giant Demon, a ten-thousand-zhang-long Fire Dragon's tail struck — a scene like rivers overturning, mountains collapsing.