673 Fight to the death (1/2)

The two people who were in the intense battle above were really clear about the situation below.

Even if they were fully focused on the weapons in their hands, just with a small bit of Spiritual Sense, they could understand everything on the battlefield like the back of their hand and not miss out on anything.

Jia Mingluo was on the back foot now, but he was really calm. At this point the Night Demons had lost 600,000 troops. A full third of their army had already died here.

The outcome of the battle between the two didn't mean much to the situation.

Early in the morning, he had given up on any hope to slay Zong Shou.

He couldn't do so at night, so what chance did he have during the day? Currently, Zong Shou stopped using the shocking and terrifying Styx River Death Sword but his attacks were still like a relentless flood.

However, in his eyes, it was no different from struggling before death.

It still wasn't easy for him to kill Zong Shou, but it was impossible for Zong Shou to kill him before the army lost!

Laughing coldly as he tilted his Saber, he pushed aside the Sword Light that came from unbelievable directions.

His left hand punched with a ball of vast Red Star God Lightning, scattering the thousands of illusionary blades in the air.

He was fully focused on facing his opponent's final craziness. Who knew that Zong Shou would suddenly flash and retreat 10,000 feet backward.

Although they were fighting close combat and one small slip would end in death. However, Zong Shou was suppressing him so naturally, he could leave whenever he wanted.

Jia Mingluo frowned and then scoffed coldly. He thought that this Ruler really wanted to fight to the death with him and die together with his troops below.

However, Zong Shou stood 10,000 feet away with no intention to immediately leave.

The nine Dragons behind him were still dancing, roaring furiously and giving off a menacing aura.

The Nameless Sword in his hand shot out 1000 feet of sword energy, twisting and spinning like that of a dragon.

Zong Shou himself was listening on by the side, like he was waiting for something.

”The outcome has been decided! As we predicted yesterday, although I lost I can still use Huizhou as a base to plan for the future. As for you, millions of Elites, numerous Generals will all die here!”

Laughing, not knowing if he was mocking Zong Shou or himself. Jia Mingluo was expressionless, holding his Saber the other way round, ”If Ruler doesn't leave you won't have a chance. My plan and my grand ambitions have been destroyed in your hands. If I have a chance, I definitely won't let you leave this place...”

His tone was totally flat but was filled with coldness and killing intent. He had no intention to hide it at all. There was also grievance and hatred within.

Following this, he felt that something wasn't right. His Spiritual Sense spread out and he finally knew why Zong Shou stopped. He instantly laughed out loud, his voice shocking the sky.

”So that was the case, that was the case! You and I were fighting and instead the fishermen win instead. However, they can't harm me so most probably they are attacking you...”

When he said these words, several people walked out 100 miles away.

A total of seven of them, each wearing a green Taoist robe, their hands carrying a treasure sword. They stepped on five-colored auspicious clouds as they stepped over.

There was another green-robed Taoist who was not far from Zong Shou, roughly 20 miles away. He was cold and expressionless as he bowed toward Zong Shou.

”Long time no see Ruler!” The Vast Habitat Head has sent Minghui over to take your life!”

Zong Shou's eyes shone and looked at the seven who stepped over. He only felt like there was a sharp sword intent that was locking down on his heart.

”Is this the True Martial Seven Part Formation?”

He knew that the various Dao Soldiers of the sects were split into four layers.

Like the Common People's Mysterious Dragon Warriors, Tailing Sect's Purple Cloud Sword Cavalry, they were the Xuan Grade.

These seven would be the so-called True Martial Swordsman from Daoling Vast Habitat who were said to be Earth Grade Dao Soldiers.

It was said that just 100 Xuan Grade Dao Soldiers could crush tens of thousands of enemies! The seven in front of him, each could slay 300 Common People's Mysterious Dragon Warriors.

Although their cultivation was Spirit Realm, if they worked together to cast the formation, they could even go up against Celestial Realm experts!

Who was he? The Taoists actually used such a killing weapon...

”The Ruler actually recognizes it! This is indeed the True Martial Seven Part Formation!”

Minghui nodded slightly, his hand holding a sword. A cold sword intent locked onto Zong Shou from far away.

”The billions of people in Donglin were originally under my Lingyun Sect's rule but now Ruler stole it. Ruler won't agree to return it which was why today we will make you give it back! However, although you are only Grade-9 and can use the Avici Throne, your combat strength within 20,000 miles of your country can reach the Celestial Realm. Thinking about it, only this can kill you here...”

He described impassively but his tone had a special rhythm; apart from making one feel dark and cold, it reduced one's morale.

Zong Shou smiled and retracted his gaze.