The Peerless Emperor

Yun Zhi, a powerful elder of the Yun family, now lay broken and battered, sent flying backward and crashing into the ground.

The terrifying lance force from Zhao Long's Tailong Spear had pushed him to the brink of his limits, and he no longer had the strength to resist such power.

His meridians and Dantian within his body were thoroughly damaged, his heart shattered into pieces, and the power of his soul was fading, leading him inexorably toward death.

Despite the ferocity of their battle, it had lasted only a brief moment. By the time Yun Xiang and Yun Gao arrived, all they could see was Yun Zhi's corpse falling from the sky.

"Big brother, to think that he..." Yun Xiang and Yun Gao, who had arrived later, were shocked by the scene before them, unable to accept the fact that their always formidable big brother had been killed by a group of Soul Martial Artists from the Awakening Realm!

"Let's try the hard mode next, handling two enemies at the same time." Lin Qian, with an excited smile on his face, muttered as he watched Yun Xiang and Yun Gao approach, drawn by the noise.

At the same time, the warriors summoned by the Huaxia Empire under Lin Qian's command were eagerly gulping down Potions, their condition recovering at a terrifying rate, their combat readiness apparent as they stared down Yun Xiang and Yun Gao.

For some reason, facing this group made Yun Gao's and Yun Xiang's hearts uncontrollably shudder.

Normally, Soul Martial Artists of the Awakening Realm would show despair and fear in their eyes upon encountering them.

But this group was different; their eyes shimmered with an intense desire to battle and a chilly killing intent.

There was no trace of fear that should be present when facing a Soul Martial Artist from the Transcendence Realm. Were they actually excited?

"What kind of odd fellows are these, and where did they spring from?" Yun Gao thought to himself as he faced the group from the Awakening Realm, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Next to him, Yun Xiang swallowed hard. They had clearly seen the corpse of their eldest brother Yun Zhi fall from the sky.

Which meant that their big brother had been killed by this group from the Awakening Realm.

"Soul Martial Artists from the Awakening Realm, even a hundred thousand of them, shouldn't have been able to kill our big brother," Yun Xiang said with a tremor in his voice, looking at the warriors and War Beast Generals bathed in golden light around him. "But since they have, then..."

"When it's time to face the battle, they've already been defeated by their own fears." Watching the expressions of Yun Xiang and Yun Gao on the screen, Lin Di sighed. Having witnessed the prowess of the warriors forming the Huaxia Soul Formation in battle, he knew that the two Yun family elders were likely to die at the hands of this group.

No!

More precisely, to die by the hand of his own son.

After all, from the beginning to the end of the battle, his son had been in command, and even Lin Di and Yun Yunyan were startled to realize that Lin Qian had anticipated many of Yun Zhi's moves in advance, issuing the right commands to his capable subordinates to thwart them.

Yun Zhi, a seasoned Transcendence Realm Soul Martial Artist who had reached that level a thousand years ago, had unexpectedly been outdone in experience by his own son.

"Qianer, your experience in combat seems just a bit too rich," Yun Yunyan said softly from behind her son, her voice filled with pride and admiration.

"Because my child encountered two extraordinary teachers. One is known as Wei Wushuang, who saved my life. The other is the legendary Sword Formation Emperor from the Southern Domain, Zhang Juncheng, who taught me many things in the past," Lin Qian explained in between commanding his warriors in battle.

Afterward, his gaze was fixed on the unfolding scene, completely absorbed in his command; his roaring voice continued to echo long in the wooden hut.

"Zhao Long, when attacking one person, can the military profession's fierce shield and solid shield members coordinate with the military profession's angry warriors and blood warriors?"

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"What the hell, interrupting the aggregation of Soul Power like that, what are the controlled War Beast Generals doing standing around, do they think they're mascots?"

Lin Di and Yun Yunyan exchanged a look, likewise seeing in each other's eyes a trace of helplessness.

Their son, both in his previous life and in the interactions of this period of time, had always been the gentle person they were familiar with, ever so tender as before.

This was truly the first time they had encountered him having such a temper.

However, they were unaware that in their son's previous life, in that world, gaming could turn a quiet person into a frenzied tyrant during playtime.

The command being exercised by Lin Qian right now bore too much resemblance to scenarios from his gaming days in his former life.

Nevertheless, simultaneously dealing with two such overpowering Soul Martial Artists of the Transcendence Realm was proving somewhat strenuous as generals and War Beast Generals began to fall.

At the same time, the conditions of Yun Xiang and Yun Gao were also rapidly deteriorating, and their injuries were worsening.

"Qianer, let us also make a move," Lin Di and Yun Yunyan, unable to bear the sight before them, said to Lin Qian.

"No, Father, Mother, this is our fight, don't interfere," Lin Qian flatly refused, his gaze fixed intently on the scene before him.

Dying in battle for one's sovereign was a tremendous honor for the generals and War Beast Generals of the Huaxia Empire; if Lin Di and Yun Yunyan intervened, it would no longer be pure.

This was Lin Qian's and the Huaxia Empire's own battle to fight.

Weapons in hand, Lin Qian also wanted to see just where the limits of the Huaxia Empire lay, and whether or not their team coordination could triumph over such formidable adversaries.

Yun Xiang, slain, Yun Gao, slain!

When only seven thousand of the ten thousand Huaxia Empire's generals remained, the two Elder Yun Wu from the Yun family were finally killed.

At this moment, the wounded generals and War Beast Generals, led by Zhao Long, knelt on one knee together midair in the direction of the wooden cabin where Lin Qian was located.

The image inside the cabin displayed the surviving generals and War Beast Generals, all facing in Lin Qian's direction.

"Your Majesty, your command has been honored!"

At this moment, the golden hue on the bodies of the ten thousand generals slowly faded after Lin Qian relinquished his imperial power.

But the afterglow of the setting sun cast upon their armors still revealed a luster like that of gold.

"The casualties are not too severe; these levels of generals and War Beast Generals shouldn't require too many resources," Lin Qian looked at the scene before him, his eyes filled with pride and self-satisfaction.

After all, the Huaxia Empire had been nurtured by him to such an extent, it was like his child.

Only his companions, Lin Di and Yun Yunyan, truly couldn't comprehend why their son would utter such inexplicable words after the deaths of his own forces.

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