Clear Plain

“My son, have the four seniors arrived yet? Will they make a move against Murong Liao?”

Li Beixiong looked around furtively as he whispered to Li Luo.

Li Luo cast a blank look at his old father and said expressionlessly:

“Dad, you’ve asked this over ten times since we set off.”

“Don’t worry. Luo Yi will make a move. As for the other three, I’ve told them to refrain from acting for now to avoid exposing themselves.”

“Oh, oh... With Senior Luo Yi making a move, that'll be more than enough for Murong Liao.”

Li Beixiong was finally reassured.

Knowing he had hidden cards up his sleeve, he became elated and utterly fearless in the face of Murong Liao, who had attained the Return to Void Realm.

Li Beixiong waved his arm grandly to spur his warhorse forward.

Seeing his father's arrogant demeanor, Li Luo couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

In the past seven days, his father had pestered him daily, asking what tricks he had up his sleeve against Murong Liao.

Li Luo was so exasperated he had no choice but to let his father secretly meet Luo Yi, Zhao Dezhu, Bai Wuchang and the Earth God the night before.

When the four Return to Void Realm experts simultaneously unleashed their auras, they nearly scared his father to death.

After learning that four Return to Void Realm experts had joined forces with Li Luo, Li Beixiong was so excited he couldn't sleep that night.

"Hahaha..."

"Murong Liao, I've heard of your great name for long. Meeting you today, you are indeed exceptional!"

Li Beixiong was full of bravado, completely unafraid of Murong Liao before him.

"King of Beiliang, enough nonsense. Today, either surrender to my Nanyun, or die!" Murong Liao said solemnly.

The Beiliang Iron Cavalry were elites on par with the Black Cavalry Army.

It would be best if he could subjugate them.

After all, the Black Cavalry Army also suffered heavy losses when invading Liyang this time.

If he could recruit the Beiliang Iron Cavalry, it would be perfect to incorporate them into the Black Cavalry Army.

"Hmph!"

Li Beixiong's expression changed as his eyes narrowed slightly.

An aura of dominance that only supreme rulers possessed erupted without doubt, leaking killing intent as he said:

"My Beiliang has only the dead of Beiliang, never the surrendered of Beiliang!"

"Hehe... What a pity then..."

"Since this is the case, no more nonsense. Let's fight!"

"Black Cavalry Army!"

Murong Liao gave a cold laugh.

Boundless battle intent surged out, stirring the 200,000 Black Cavalry Army behind him.

"Boom!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The roaring of the 200,000 Black Cavalry Army was like thunder from the Nine Heavens, resounding through the horizon.

Strands of ink-black battle intent coalesced into long rivers, pouring into the sea of ink-black battle intent in the sky above, forming columns of ink-black battle dragons that linked heaven and earth. The scene was extremely shocking.

Li Luo and the others craned their necks up to gaze at the vast expanse in the sky resembling an ocean of battle intent, their expressions involuntarily astounded.

Amidst everyone's gaze, a dragon's cry rang out.

This dragon cry, accompanied by thunder, was as if coming from ancient times.

In a flash, an ink-black giant dragon several hundred feet long emerged from the ocean of battle intent, coiling in the sky above.

Its massive body spiraled in the air, its dragon horns, whiskers, and scales seemingly material as it looked down at the entire Qingshui Plains.

It was like a real ancient giant dragon descending into the mortal realm!

As Li Luo watched this army soul resembling a true dragon, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

As expected of the God of War General of the Nanyun Dynasty, Murong Liao.

The army soul gathered under his leadership of the Black Cavalry Army was incomparable to those of Lian Qing and Qi Hui whom Li Luo had slain before.

The strength of the army soul currently manifested by the Black Cavalry Army was already comparable to peak Great Development Realm masters.

"My son, let your father show you today the pinnacle army soul of our Beiliang Iron Cavalry!" Li Beixiong said as he watched the ink-black giant dragon looking down from above, his eyes lighting up excitedly.

The Beiliang Iron Cavalry had finally met a formidable opponent!

Seeing his father's back, Li Luo couldn't help smiling slightly.

He could sense his father's excitement.

The Beiliang Iron Cavalry had dominated Liyang for years without meeting a worthy adversary.

How could he not be excited to finally encounter a powerful foe today?

Li Luo looked back at the Beiliang Iron Cavalry behind him.

He saw that every Beiliang cavalry likewise had eyes flashing with excitement and endless battle intent.

They seemed to barely be able to restrain the surging hot blood within them.

Even the warhorses beneath them began neighing restlessly, stirred by their masters' hot blood.

"Whoosh!"

"Beiliang Iron Cavalry!"

"Boom..."

Li Beixiong drew the battle blade from his saddle and pointed straight at the sky.

In a flash, a terrifying death aura erupted from Li Beixiong's body,

shooting blood-red death aura straight into the sky.

The oppressive black clouds overhead were instantly dyed blood-red by the ghastly aura.

A horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood manifested behind him.

Next, the 160,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry behind him roared at the sky.

Under the leadership of the Beiliang King's death aura,

each of them began unleashing blood-red, frightening death aura from their bodies.

Strands of blood-colored death aura swiftly converged, forming a blood-red river that spanned the world and flowed into the blood clouds above the Nine Heavens.

Abruptly, the blood clouds sunk into darkness, completely transforming into a blood-colored ocean that occupied half the sky.

"Roar!"

An equally majestic dragon's cry rang out from the lowered blood clouds, shaking the earth.

A blood dragon as enormous as the ink dragon roared out from within the blood sea, coiling over the Beiliang Iron Cavalry.

At this moment, the boundless sky was divided into blood-red and ink-black.

The two armies on the ground were likewise empowered by the divergent auras of the two army souls.

The Beiliang’s Dragon Death army soul and the Nanyun’s Battle Dragon army soul cried out defiantly against each other.

It was as if a battle between twin dragons was about to commence.

Murong Liao had to admit he was impressed by the Beiliang King that someone other than himself in this world could train an army to such a terrifying extent.

But it was a pity.

No matter how elite the Beiliang Iron Cavalry was, there would be no Beiliang Iron Cavalry left after today’s battle.

"Father, lure Murong Liao into the void. Luo Yi is waiting for him up there," Li Luo said at this time, secretly transmitting to his father while looking up at the blood clouds overhead.

Hearing Li Luo's voice transmission, Li Beixiong's originally stern face revealed a sly smile.

He stamped his feet on the saddle and stood upright in the void, saying coldly to Murong Liao:

"Murong Liao, let's battle in the void!"

Then Li Beixiong transformed into a blood-colored streak of light and flew into the blood clouds.

"Heh heh..."

Seeing this scene, Chen Ying beside sneered again and again.

Did the Beiliang King really think their Commander-in-Chief was still at the Great Development Realm peak?

Watching Li Beixiong's back as he entered the blood clouds was like watching a dead man to him.

"I'll leave the battlefield to you!"

"I'll end the fight soon!"

Murong Liao's mouth quirked up as he instructed and then flew towards the clouds in the void.

Chen Ying's gaze was like torches, fixed tightly on Li Luo dressed in white.

That must be the Beiliang Prince!

In that case, perfect!

Killing the Beiliang Prince would avenge Zhang Yuan, Yun Bin, and the 150,000 brothers of the Black Cavalry Army!

"Kill!"

"Kill the Beiliang Prince and annihilate the Beiliang Iron Cavalry!"

Chen Ying roared furiously. His great blade slashed as he personally led the charge towards Li Luo.

"Kill..."

"Boom boom..."

Following Chen Ying's lead, the 200,000 Black Cavalry Army charged behind him. Their bodies surged with ink-black battle intent as their golden armor and iron horses swallowed thousands of miles like tigers.