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Chapter 153 Who is the Hunter?
boom!
An immense aura, a hundred times more terrifying than the pressure of a Golden Core cultivator, emanated from the formation.

Immediately afterwards, a unified sound of war drums emanated from the formation!

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The drumbeats seemed to strike directly at everyone's hearts, making those evil cultivators feel as if their minds were about to break, and their spiritual energy began to run rampant uncontrollably.

"What...what is this?!" A heretical cultivator exclaimed in horror.

"The Myriad Miles Teleportation Array... it's... it's the Imperial Guard of the Great Li!" Another evil cultivator with slightly more knowledge said, his voice trembling.

The Blood Slaughter Envoy's expression also changed drastically at that moment.

The moment the massive formation stabilized completely, an invisible, immense power instantly enveloped the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, completely sealing off the space and cutting off all possibilities of teleportation or escape!

The Blood Slaughter Envoy felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to activate the Blood Escape Technique, but was horrified to discover that his connection with this world had been forcibly severed by an even more domineering force!
Can't run away!

He stared intently at the massive teleportation array, then glanced at Meng Xihong on the ground, surrounded by his disciples, a faint smile playing on his lips.

A terrible thought exploded in his mind.

"A trap...this is the real trap!"

"I am not the hunter... I am... the prey!"

He finally understood.

From the very beginning, I had fallen into one trap after another set by this young man.

All that talk of being consumed by rage and taking a desperate gamble is just a lie.

That bastard, from the very beginning he wasn't fighting against himself, he was... fishing!
And I am that self-righteous, utterly foolish...big fish!
"No! Impossible!"

The Blood Butcher let out a shriek, a sound filled with horror, rage, and the immense humiliation of being utterly manipulated.

He couldn't understand it, he just couldn't understand it at all!
How could a humble sect that rose from the countryside of Qingzhou possibly be associated with the most elite imperial guards of the court?
They even used the "Teleportation Array of Ten Thousand Miles," a strategic weapon that is only used during national wars!
Who exactly is Meng Xihong?

However, reality gave him no time to think.

The enormous teleportation array shone brightly!

Three thousand soldiers, clad in standard heavy armor of black iron, wielding armor-piercing long spears, and carrying standard long swords at their waists, surged out of the formation like a black torrent of steel, marching in perfect unison!

The cultivation level of each of them was uniformly at the Foundation Establishment stage!
When the three thousand people gathered together, the pure and fierce military aura forged from iron and blood soared into the sky, even dispersing the cold and sinister domain of the Blood Butcher's Golden Core stage!

They are not scattered soldiers; they are war machines born for slaughter!
At the very front of this torrent of steel, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark royal robe, with a cold face and sharp eyes like an eagle, slowly emerged, riding a qilin whose body was covered with black jade scales and whose feet trod on auspicious clouds.

It was none other than the Prince of Zhenbei, Xiao Beichen!
Behind him followed several generals whose auras were as deep as the sea, each of whom was clearly at the Golden Core stage!

"Broken military camp..."

The Blood Slaughter Envoy stared at the large black banner embroidered with a ferocious blood wolf fluttering in the night wind, his lips trembling as he uttered those three words.

The Great Li Dynasty has three major imperial guards: the Imperial Guards protect the capital, the Divine Machine Battalion specializes in surprise attacks, and this Broken Army Battalion is the true main force for attacking fortified positions and the sharpest weapon for the dynasty's external conquests!

Their leaders were all peerless warriors who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
And their supreme commander is none other than the Prince of Zhenbei, who is known for his iron-fisted methods!

Xiao Beichen's gaze did not immediately fall on the Blood Slaughter Envoy. Instead, he scanned the chaotic battlefield below with interest.

The final image focuses on Meng Xihong, who is being supported by his disciple, covered in blood, with his arms twisted beyond recognition.

His lips curled slightly upward, with a hint of teasing. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the room.

"Oh, isn't this the same Grand Master Meng who was negotiating with me so confidently just a few days ago? How come he's become so pathetic after just a few days?"

On the ground, Meng Xihong, who was coughing up blood, almost choked when he heard this, coughing up several more mouthfuls of blood.

He looked up at the imposing figure in mid-air, forced a smile, and replied weakly:

"If Your Highness had arrived even a moment later, I'm afraid I would have only been able to collect Meng's corpse. In that case, I would have come to your manor gate every day to freeload off you."

"Haha!" Xiao Beichen laughed loudly, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

This person is resourceful, courageous, and even more interesting.

"However, I still want to thank you." Xiao Beichen's smile faded slightly, replaced by a hint of approval.

"These insects, hiding in the sewers, are extremely lurking and have secret methods to conceal themselves. Our Zhenbei Army's spies have been investigating for years, but they have only caught some small fry."

Your use of yourself as bait has saved me a lot of trouble.

He then turned his gaze to the Blood Butcher, whose face had turned ashen, and his tone instantly turned icy.

"The World-Destroying Holy Sect, Black Sun Envoy Blood Butcher?" Xiao Beichen looked down, his gaze like lightning, instantly locking onto the Blood Butcher Envoy in mid-air.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of authority.

“You evil spirits have lurked in my Great Li, poisoning the lives of the people and committing heinous crimes.”

Today, I, by His Majesty's order, have come to cleanse the filth!

Xiao Beichen's voice, amplified by the power of the human dragon energy, resounded throughout the entire Black Wind Mountain Range.

"The heretical sect 'destroys the world,' bringing calamity to humanity and is the common enemy of humankind! All its followers are rebels!"

In the Great Li Dynasty, from princes and nobles to commoners, everyone has the right to kill him!

"Broken Army Camp, heed my command!"

"Here!" The three thousand armored soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding wilderness and causing the mountains and forests to tremble!
"Form the 'Seven Fiends Soul-Locking Array'! Crush all the evil spirits in this place for me!"

"As Your Highness commands!"

boom!
The three thousand armored soldiers of the Broken Army Camp obeyed orders without question, and their movements were perfectly synchronized.

They formed thirty small military formations in an instant, each consisting of a hundred men. The aura of each formation was interconnected, and their killing intent soared to the heavens.

In mid-air, a faint phantom of a blood-red war god, wielding a giant axe and with a blurred face, was formed!
The phantom of the God of War stood tall and imposing, its murderous aura solidified into a tangible form. Its blood-red eyes coldly and mercilessly locked onto the Blood Butcher Envoy and his three Foundation Establishment subordinates, who were already terrified.

"No! Prince Zhenbei! You can't kill me!"

The Blood Slaughter Envoy panicked completely. He screamed, "I am the envoy of the Qingzhou branch of the World Destroyer Holy Sect!"
If you kill me, the Holy Sect will never let you go!

"The foundation of my Holy Sect is far beyond what your small dynasty can contend with!"

"Noisy!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Xiao Beichen's eyes.

He didn't even bother to do it himself, but simply spoke calmly to the group of Tianyan Sect disciples and Qingzhou soldiers below who were already dumbfounded.

"Sect Leader Meng, your plan to lure the enemy into a trap is truly ingenious. Consider this Blood Slaughter as my first gift to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

On the ground, Meng Xihong, supported by Ji Beichuan, struggled to his feet.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the murderous, broken army camp in the sky, and felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

He made the right bet!

This Prince of Zhenbei, this Emperor of Dali, truly possesses the ambition to conquer the world!
"All disciples of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, heed my command!"

Meng Xihong's voice, though weak, carried throughout the entire camp.

"Our Tianyan Sect does not provoke trouble, but we are absolutely not afraid of trouble!"

Today, let these so-called immortal sects and heretics see the true spirit of my Heavenly Evolution Sect!

"Follow me... and kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After experiencing initial despair and shock, all the disciples of the Tianyan Sect were now filled with boundless fervor and fighting spirit!
Even the princes and imperial guards of Dali have come to our aid, what are we afraid of?
Fuck you!

Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua exchanged a glance, both seeing a raging fire burning in each other's eyes.

Ignoring Meng Xihong's "injuries," they charged out like two tigers unleashed from their cages.

The target was the three Foundation Establishment evil cultivators who had already been terrified by the killing intent of the military formation!

"Brothers! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"Slaughter these sons of bitches!"

Hundreds of Body Refining Hall disciples followed closely behind. Although they could not form an exquisite military formation like the Broken Army Camp, each of them was a mobile war fortress.

They waved their fists and roared, like a red, angry tide, crashing fiercely into those stubbornly resisting evil cultivators!

(End of this chapter)