Chapter 1032: 仙人的魄力

Kill! Kill them all!

From the direction of Nan Chu, battle cries continued to shake the heavens.

Although the nine demon generals were slain, the Heavenly Demon soldiers still swarmed forward like a tidal wave.

Upon seeing this, Ji Ning Shuang, despite her injuries, dragged herself back into the fierce battle.

The Da Chu cultivators were at a complete disadvantage. Without the ninety thousand Zhun Tian Jing experts, their fighting was incredibly tough. Every step they pushed back the demonic army came at a bloody and horrific cost.

Hold on! Hold on!

In the grand hall of Tian Xuan Men, roars echoed everywhere. Whether they were young Zhun Di or veteran ones, their eyes were all bloodshot.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

However, from the other illusory water screens, thunderous noises also erupted, drawing their gazes. When they saw the scenes in those water screens, their faces turned even paler.

The five major domains of Nan Chu were engulfed in an epic bloodbath. The demons had infiltrated through transmission domain gates.

Kill!

The descendants of emperors and the followers of past kings all joined the bloody warfare.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The battles were brutal. Batches of Da Chu cultivators turned into blood mist, staining the lands of Nan Chu red.

In the main hall of the Heavenly Court headquarters, Hong Chen Xue's eyes were filled with tears as she stared unblinkingly at the ancient starry sky.

She watched as the stars representing the ninety thousand Zhun Tian Jing experts of the Da Chu expeditionary force vanished one by one. Each star was a living life, and among them were her senior brothers, whom she would never see again.

Her master had died, her mistress had died, her disciples had died, and her senior brothers had all perished. She instinctively hugged her jade-like arms, trembling uncontrollably. Never before had she felt such fear and solitude.

And now, she continued to watch as stars vanished in droves.

Those stars belonged to the Da Chu cultivators. Their disappearance meant they had fallen in battle. Seeing the uncountable hordes of demonic armies, her expression turned deathly pale. In this war, the Da Chu cultivators had little chance of turning the tide.

From outside the hall, a figure entered. Upon closer inspection, it was Feng Ji.

"Saint Lord, the people you requested have been brought here. I..." Feng Ji bowed in respect, but seeing the tears in Hong Chen Xue's eyes, he hesitated.

"Bring them in."

Hong Chen Xue instantly evaporated the tears from her eyes, resuming her usual coldness and authority.

Immediately, nine figures entered the hall one after another.

These nine individuals stood tall, clad in armor like generals, exuding an aura of slaughter. Their faces were weathered by hardship. Strangely, they were all genuine mortals.

If Ye Chen were here, he would surely be stunned, for he knew one of them.

That was Chu Xiong, the mighty general of the Zhao Kingdom in the mortal realm.

In the past, when Ye Chen descended the mountain for training and clashed with the blood witch, suffering severe injuries, it was Chu Xiong who charged in on horseback, swinging his general's blade to slay the blood witch.

Like Chu Xiong, the other eight were also generals from the mortal realm—invincible commanders who had dominated battlefields their entire lives without a single defeat.

"We have seen the upper immortal!"

The nine bowed respectfully to Hong Chen Xue.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"We do not know."

The nine responded in unison. They were unaware why the immortals had brought them here, but gazing at the starry ancient sky filled with stars, they all showed expressions of shock. In their eyes, immortals possessed vast powers far beyond what mortals like them could compare.

"Da Chu is in chaos, and I need your help."

"We are at your service, even unto death."

The nine knelt on one knee with a resounding thud, their voices firm and resolute. As generals, it was their duty to protect their homeland. In times of war, they never retreated, even if it meant battling alongside immortals. If commanded, they would charge into the field without hesitation.

"I do not need you to go to the battlefield."

"Not... not to the battlefield?"

"I need you to stay here and command the Da Chu cultivators in battle."

"We... we are unworthy."

The nine trembled at the thought. Immortals were lofty beings; even speaking to them made one quake. How could they dare to command immortals in warfare? It was unthinkable.

"This place is your battlefield."

Hong Chen Xue's voice grew louder, carrying supreme authority. "This Da Chu turmoil concerns the survival of this land. All cultivators must participate. You are all undefeated generals who have never known defeat in your lives. I need your wisdom as commanders to help Da Chu win this war."

Hearing this, Chu Xiong and the others furrowed their brows.

As generals who had roamed the battlefields, they were no ordinary people. They could discern the meaning in Hong Chen Xue's words. Da Chu must be in an unprecedented crisis, forcing even her, the commander, onto the battlefield. They could imagine how dire the war truly was.

"Zhong Xiao is here, and I entrust this to you all."

Hong Chen Xue bowed slightly, offering a respectful salute to the nine.

"We will not fail in our mission."

Chu Xiong and the others knelt on one knee again with a thud. An immortal's salute was the highest honor, and commanding immortals in battle was another supreme glory.

Yet, they knew that with this honor came a mountain of responsibility. Every command they issued would determine the lives of Da Chu cultivators and the fate of Da Chu itself.

"Feng Ji, explain the situation of the ancient starry sky and Da Chu to them."

"Saint Lord, this..."

"Execute the order."

Hong Chen Xue's words were firm as steel. She strode out of the hall, her voice echoing faintly behind her, "The entire Heavenly Court must unconditionally follow their commands."

"As you command."

Feng Ji took a deep breath. Earlier, when Hong Chen Xue had asked him to find the undefeated generals from the mortal realm, he hadn't understood why. Now, he did. His heart raced, and even with his composure, he couldn't help but admire Hong Chen Xue's resolve. Allowing mortals to command cultivators in battle required a level of boldness he himself lacked.

Meanwhile, Hong Chen Xue had arrived at a spiritual mountain deep within the Heavenly Court headquarters.

At the peak of the spiritual mountain was a spiritual pool, where Ye Chen sat cross-legged, gravely wounded.

Hong Chen Xue stepped forward gently, cupping Ye Chen's weathered and exhausted face in her hands. Her eyes, like clear water, gazed at him obsessively. Looking at him now was like looking at her master, Hong Chen.

"You once said that unless it was absolutely necessary, I should not go to the battlefield, nor hand over command of the Da Chu cultivators to mortal generals."

Hong Chen Xue murmured softly, "But now, it has come to that point. I have no choice but to go to the battlefield and carry out the secret order you gave me in the past."

Perhaps Feng Ji didn't know that it wasn't Hong Chen Xue's boldness, but Ye Chen's, the commander of Da Chu.

Before leading the Da Chu expeditionary force to Bei Chu, Ye Chen had already foreseen that all Da Chu cultivators would have to fight, including Hong Chen Xue as the commander. That was why he had given her that secret order.

Little did he expect that the critical moment would arrive so quickly.

The Da Chu expeditionary force, aside from Ye Chen himself, had been utterly wiped out, and the peak forces of Da Chu had suffered devastating blows.

As a Zhun Tian Jing like Hong Chen Xue, she needed to enter the battle. Once she did, she had no choice but to relinquish command. Cultivators might be exalted, but their wisdom sometimes fell short of that of mortals.

"Master, Xiao Er misses you."

Hong Chen Xue held Ye Chen's face, gently pressing her red lips to his. But this kiss was not for Ye Chen—it was for her master, Hong Chen.

Ye Chen remained still, like a statue.

Hong Chen Xue slowly pulled away, her jade-like hand gently caressing his weathered and fatigued face.

A breeze blew, and she vanished from the mountaintop, transforming into a divine rainbow speeding toward the Nan Chu city walls. Perhaps this departure meant that Hong Chen Xue would never return to this world.