Chapter 810: Three Sect Elders

Tai Xu Gu Long sighed with emotion. A sinister laugh echoed from Zheng Yang Zong. Cheng Kun rose steadily into the air, positioning himself in the virtual sky above Zheng Yang Zong. He scanned the surroundings with a ferocious expression, his gaze passing over Ji Ning Shuang before settling on Ye Chen in the north. "You've certainly put on quite a show!"

"Whether this display satisfies you as the Zheng Yang Zong leader, I wonder," Ye Chen responded calmly, his tone even and devoid of any joy or sorrow.

"You ungrateful wretch who betrays your master and ancestors—I should have struck you down long ago," Cheng Kun erupted in fury, his voice booming like thunder.

"We're both commanders of armies now. Does talking about that still serve any purpose?" Ye Chen stood quietly, his eyes fixed precisely on Cheng Kun in the direction of Zheng Yang Zong, meeting his gaze without yielding an inch.

As he spoke, he turned his head toward another part of Zheng Yang Zong.

There, a figure had already ascended straight into the sky, standing in the highest virtual space above Zheng Yang Zong. He wore a robe of purple gold, his face obscured, visible only from afar as a pair of cold, lifeless purple-gold eyes.

"He is Ming Wang." In the virtual sky on one side, Du Gu Ao murmured softly, his tone laced with deep wariness.

"The one who once contended with Zhan Wang for the world must truly be an extraordinary figure." Dao Huang took a deep breath, his expression grave. Even from a distance, he could feel the pressure.

"He's no ordinary powerhouse." Among the high-ranking members of the allied forces, such as Tian Zong Lao Zu, Zhong Jiang, Dan Chen, and Shang Guan Xuan Zong, all showed wariness in their eyes. They admitted that in a one-on-one fight, none of them could match Ming Wang.

"I wonder how he compares to my master in strength," Hong Chen Xue whispered, her beautiful eyes clouded with uncertainty.

Boom!

As everyone frowned, Ming Wang formed a seal with one hand, sending a thick beam of purple-gold divine light shooting into the sky. It pierced straight through the heavens and plunged into the earth.

Immediately, the ground shook and cracked open with massive fissures.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Soon, the earth trembled with a slow, rhythmic motion. Listening closely, it was the sound of footsteps—not just one person, but a vast army marching in unison.

When the crowd looked over, their eyes narrowed slightly.

From the cracked earth emerged figures clad in ancient armor, each holding a war spear. They formed neat ranks, like infernal soldiers from the underworld, a dark mass spreading across the land as far as the eye could see.

"So many." Even veterans like Gu San Tong and Wu Ya Dao Ren felt a shiver run down their spines.

"This exceeds expectations." Ye Chen furrowed his brow. He had anticipated the Yin Ming army under Ming Wang's control, but not on such a massive scale.

Yet, it wasn't over.

While the Yin Ming army appeared on the ground, more emerged in the sky. Vortices formed in the air, from which figures in ancient armor, gripping war axes, slowly stepped out. Each one moved with heavy steps, causing the virtual space to echo with bangs.

"Those are Kui." The allied forces narrowed their eyes. They had encountered these beings during the Qing Yun war and knew they were incredibly powerful, nearly impossible to kill, and their numbers were enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.

"No wonder even Zhan Wang was forced to flee to the remote borders back then. Just the sheer number of Yin Ming troops and Yin Ming Kui generals alone would be too much for Zhan Wang to handle alone," Shang Guan Jia Lao Zu said gravely.

"Thankfully, we've formed an alliance. Otherwise, no single force in Southern Chu could withstand such a vast Yin Ming army," Si Tu Jia Lao Zu murmured.

"Even so, this battle is destined to be brutal." Heng Yue Zhen Ren Lao Zu's face darkened.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Another series of thunderous booms followed as dozens of divine lights descended from the sky and embedded into the earth. When the divine glow faded, they revealed human figures, each with a wooden expression, empty eyes, and powerful auras.

"What are those?" The elders, peak masters, and hall leaders of Heng Yue Sect all changed their expressions simultaneously.

"Who are they?" Seeing the drastic change in Heng Yue's people's faces, Ye Chen turned to Chu Ling Er, who looked equally grim.

"They are the successive ancestors and sect leaders of Heng Yue Zong." Chu Ling Er clenched her jade hand tightly as she spoke.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's face darkened instantly. He hadn't expected Ming Wang to pull such a move.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The booms continued, with more divine lights raining down and transforming into Yin Ming death generals.

"Damn it!" From the Qing Yun Zong side, furious shouts erupted from people like Zhou Ao.

"Those should be the successive ancestors and sect leaders of Qing Yun Zong." Tian Zong Lao Zu pondered aloud. Though he had never seen Qing Yun Zong's predecessors, he could guess from Zhou Ao and the others' reactions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a few more booms, dozens of divine lights descended one after another.

This time, it was the senior elders of Zheng Yang Zong who narrowed their eyes, as these figures were their own sect's successive ancestors and leaders. Many elders unaware of Ming Wang's existence now wore troubled expressions.

Cold winds howled from all directions, especially among the senior members of Heng Yue Zong, Qing Yun Zong, and part of Zheng Yang Zong, their faces icy with rage.

After all, these were the successive leaders and ancestors of the three sects—respected forebears. To see them turned into Yin Ming death generals was a desecration that ignited fury in everyone.

"This complicates things." Looking at the three sects' ancestors and leaders, Zhong Kui said coldly, "Each of them is a quasi-heavenly realm level Yin Ming death general. They're not as strong as true quasi-heavenly realm experts, but their combat power is not to be underestimated."

"Where did Ming Wang get so many powerful bodies from?"

"He's from the Zhan Wang era, with an incredibly long lifespan. He had plenty of time to steal the corpses of the three sects' ancestors and leaders and refine them into Yin Ming death generals," Zhong Jiang explained. "Given Ming Wang's power, he was capable of such acts."

"I'm certain he stole even more bodies from other strong figures and turned them into Yin Ming death generals."

"Don't rush—it isn't over yet." Amid the discussions, Ming Wang's eerie and ethereal voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

Once again, three divine lights descended, thicker than any before.

All eyes turned toward them, eager to see who these three formidable figures were.

Under everyone's gaze, the brilliant light of the three divine beams faded, revealing three towering silhouettes. Each had black hair flowing, bodies as heavy as mountains, and auras so powerful they distorted the space around them.

"What are those?" Once again, it was the people from the three sects, especially the older cultivators, who stepped back in unison upon recognizing the three.