Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo first flew around the mountain once.

Thirteen gun positions were scattered along the ridge and slope, each guarding a specific direction.

The entire army is currently concentrated on the Stone Village side; leaving the cannons scattered is a waste.

He ordered the loader disciples at each artillery position to retreat to the main position first. Once the people were far away, the cannons and shells disappeared one after another.

A disciple turned around and saw that the area above the artillery position was empty. He paused for a moment, but didn't dare to ask any further questions.

On the main position, facing the official road, Chen Mo took out thirteen heavy cannons one by one and lined them up in a row, with the shells piled up into a small mountain behind the cannon positions.

The twelve women took their places.

Chen Mo stood in front of the gun emplacement, looking down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a dense crowd of people, some vying for the scriptures, some fleeing for their lives, and some fighting amongst themselves.

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"Hit me as much as you want, I still have some left even if you run out."

At the foot of the mountain, the million-strong army had already scattered into a chaotic mess.

The old general's personal guards were still using knives to stop people; for every one they cut down, ten escaped.

With the ultimate skill of ascension, who would still serve in the army and risk their life for you?

On the main position, the loaders began loading shells like a flowing river.

The cannon barrel was opened, a shell was loaded, and the door was closed, all with the slow, deliberate metallic sounds.

The commotion that was faintly coming up from down the mountain mingled with the metallic sound.

People down the mountain were still fighting over a piece of paper, unaware that the cannons on the mountain had already turned around.

Chen Mo stood behind the first cannon and personally pulled the ignition.

"boom!"

The first volley of shells was fired, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder, then a whistle, and then a row of plumes of smoke rose up along the official road, forming a continuous cloud.

Where the shells landed, men and horses were torn to pieces, their bodies thrown into the air along with the earth and rocks.

Those who managed to grab the paper hadn't even warmed it before they and the paper were reduced to shreds in the dust.

The second round followed immediately.

Thirteen cannons fired one after another, and there was no more flat ground on the official road.

Craters were placed one after another, new craters pressing down on old ones, and layers of soil were piled up and covered by the tumbled earth.

Some people ran away, and the shells landed in the distance.

Someone was crawling into the crowd when the shell landed inside.

From the mountain, it was clear that the cannons followed the crowd, and wherever there were many people, the shells went there.

"Keep fighting."

Chen Mo uttered three words, then leaped into the air with a light touch of his feet.

Above the clouds, a fighter jet appeared beneath him with a thought.

In the direction of the central army camp, tents stretched for dozens of miles, and grain carts lined up one after another, seemingly endless.

The fighter jet dived down and dropped a thermobaric bomb.

Upon landing, a cloud of white mist exploded, silently spreading for hundreds of feet.

Immediately afterwards, the white mist ignited.

Fireballs rose one after another, forming a continuous mass.

A wave of fire, thousands of degrees high, swept over, instantly turning tents, people, and horses into ashes.

The fighter jet circled around and then came back, and then dropped its bombs.

In mid-air, the three members of the royal family, grandfather, grandmother, and grandson, watched all of this.

Pounce on them and destroy those weird iron lumps?

They won't go.

They were emperors, half-step into the Innate Realm, their lives more precious than anyone else's.

Normally, all they need to do is issue a decree, and thousands upon thousands of people will die in their place.

But things are different now.

With everyone carrying the "Nine Yang Manual" and everyone thinking of finding a place to cultivate and ascend to immortality, who would still risk their lives for the royal family?

The old emperor hung in mid-air, the color fading from his face little by little.

He only just realized it.

Zhang Deshuai is determined to wipe them out completely!

The fighter jets circled in the sky.

With all the bullets and missiles on board exhausted, Chen Mo had an idea and immediately switched to a new fighter jet to continue fighting.

The sounds of cannons on the mountain changed from being dense to being sparse.

The number of shells piled up beside them dwindled with each shot, until they were completely depleted.

The continuous bombardment turned the cannon barrels red-hot, and the soldiers responsible for loading the ammunition collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

The official road, stretching for dozens of miles, was riddled with potholes, not an inch of intact soil remaining.

The military tents and provisions were burned to black ash, and the roadsides were littered with the corpses of warhorses and soldiers.

Those who were alive were all desperately trying to escape; no one dared to look back.

Even if someone lost their shoes while running, no one dared to stop and pick them up.

The army, which was said to be a million strong, completely collapsed.

Another thermobaric bomb struck from the direction of the central army camp, and a large cloud of white mist suddenly dispersed.

"Old General! Run!"

Before they could escape, the white mist was instantly ignited.

The enormous fireball rolled and exploded, swallowing the old general and his warhorse completely.

There were originally three people in the sky, a grandfather, a grandson, and a granddaughter, who hadn't run away.

They were all experts at the half-step Xiantian level, and also members of the royal family, who had lived for over a hundred years.

In their eyes, ordinary artillery fire couldn't even scratch them.

In their entire lives, they never imagined that anyone could kill them.

Until the fighter jet changed direction and swooped straight down towards them.

At that moment, the three men's expressions changed completely, and they turned and fled desperately.

"Run separately!"

The old emperor roared.

The three figures immediately split into three directions and fled for their lives. The remaining grandmasters also scattered and fled in all directions to save their own lives.

Chen Mo did not chase after the others.

He only stared at the youngest figure.

It was this young emperor who made the statement before the battle.

He said that the lives of the dozen or so villagers were just interest, and that he would take their lives again another day.

A missile was fired from the barrel, trailing white smoke as it relentlessly pursued the emperor.

The reigning emperor set the speed to maximum, and the mountains and rivers beneath his feet rushed past.

But when he looked back, the white smoke was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't escape.

The emperor suddenly stopped and turned around.

A thick, black aura emanated from his body, enveloping it in layers and forming a solid, black shell of protective energy.

Within a few feet of the black shell, the air was frozen with frost.

This is the "Nine Yin Manual," the skill he practiced his entire life, and also his last means of survival.

"No!"

Before he could finish screaming, the missile pierced through the protective aura and entered the black shell.

A huge burst of fire exploded high in the sky, and the hard black shell, along with the emperor, was instantly blasted to pieces, leaving nothing behind.

Countless soldiers fleeing on the ground all looked up at the firelight in the sky.

Someone recognized it as a dark energy technique exclusive to the royal family, and their legs went weak and they knelt down on the spot.

"The Emperor... the Emperor is dead!"

The news spread throughout the venue in an instant.

Previously, the army was merely disobeying orders; now, even the emperor is gone.

On the other side, the old emperor and the previous emperor each fled dozens of miles away.

The two witnessed the white smoke chasing the emperor and the explosions of fire. Terrified, they dared not linger and took a detour to reunite. They fled for over a hundred miles in one go, finally landing above a mountain stream.

Just as they regained their footing, the two looked back and saw another plume of white smoke rushing towards them from the horizon.

"What should we do?"

The previous emperor's voice trembled with fear.

The old emperor looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth, and uttered a few words:

"Release the suppression, break through to the Innate Realm with all your might! Ascend!"

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously released the shackles of cultivation that had bound them for decades.

A terrifying aura erupted from the two of them, causing the mountain stream to surge violently without any wind.

For the sake of the Nine Yang Manual, they suppressed their cultivation year after year, refusing to break through.

But now, with life and death at stake, there's no time to worry about that.

A deep, rumbling thunderclap suddenly echoed in the sky.

The two looked up at the sky.

Tens of thousands of meters above the ground, the clouds parted to reveal an enormous heavenly gate.

The Heavenly Gate was so high that its top could not be seen, and ancient patterns that no one recognized were carved on it. A blinding white light shone through the cracks in the gate.