Chapter 120: Yu Wenrong Falls in Battle; The Emperor Leads the Campaign and the Hundred Sects Command Is Issued

Sword Qi Era, Eighth Millennium, Year Three, March Seventeenth. Dawn had just broken, the ground still veiled in a faint, lingering mist.

Kasa officially led the remaining forty-five million Demon Race soldiers to join battle with Yu Wenrong, who commanded thirty-six million Human Race troops, on the front between Vast Sea City and Yingchun City.

A fierce and desperate struggle broke out there—so fierce the heavens dimmed and the world seemed to change color. Scarlet rain fell, thunder roared, lightning split the sky.

“Corpses lie ten thousand thick, bodies strewn across the land.”

Blood flowed for miles—everywhere you looked was wreckage and red-soaked earth, the ground already piled high with corpses, thick blood saturating even the very air.

Thunder rolled above—the clash of weapons, screams of battle, dull thuds as blades pierced flesh and bodies hit the ground. All the sounds of slaughter merged into one.

On the faces of the Human Race soldiers, there was not a trace of fear. No one could spare a glance for the fallen friends beside them.

With unwavering resolve, they pushed forward, hurling themselves at the Demon Race, their bodies tangled together amid the slaughter.

The brutal fight raged on for ages. In the end, as the battle turned, Kasa and several Demon Sovereigns stepped in together.

Yu Wenrong, Fan Pei, and Fan Deng led thirty-six million Human soldiers in a desperate resistance. But against such overwhelming power, they were like helpless children—utterly unable to fight back.

In the end, Yu Wenrong’s body was pierced by a dozen swords. Still clinging to the Flag of the Jianwu Dynasty, he planted it in the earth with dying strength, his unyielding gaze fixed on the lands of the Human Race.

The Human army of thirty-six million was utterly destroyed. Vast Sea City, Yingchun City, and Heavenfire City all fell beneath the Demon Race’s marching feet—that was the end of it.

Sword Qi Era, Eighth Millennium, Day One Hundred Nineteen.

Kasa drove his army north, bypassing Xuanwu City and paying a minimal price, and crushed three more major cities—Zhuque City, Baihu City, and Qinglong City.

Bulu took command next, leading five million elite Demon soldiers in a push deep into the continent, heading straight for Falling Star Plains.

Facing the Demon army’s invasion, the Human Race reeled. Lives were lost by the thousands and despair swept the land, hearts shaken and hope nearly snuffed out.

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Jianwu Dynasty, within the imperial court.

Inside the grand hall, the atmosphere was solemn and grave.

Brilliant chandeliers glowed overhead, casting bright light through the whole chamber.

Sumptuous carpets covered the floor, embroidered with intricate patterns—a testament to the dynasty’s prosperity and power.

At the center stood a massive throne draped in embroidered silk. Seated atop it was a majestic king.

He wore splendid yellow robes and a golden crown, scepter in hand. His gaze was steady and sharp, exuding the authority and might of a true ruler.

On both sides of the throne, two rows of armored warriors stood at attention, spears gripped tightly, deadly serious as they guarded their sovereign.

Standing beside Xie Lingtian were Xie Jinxuan and Xie Wanyi, their eyes locked on the ministers below.

Down the sides of the hall, ministers and nobles sat in finery, adorned with precious jewels—a display of their high status.

They whispered among themselves, as if discussing matters of dire importance.

Suddenly, several ministers burst in from outside, their faces drawn with panic.

“Disaster, Your Majesty! General Yu Wenrong and all his men have fallen at the front! Heavenfire City, Yingchun City, Vast Sea City, Zhuque City, Baihu City, Qinglong City—they’ve all been trampled by the Demon Race!”

“And the Demons are leading five million troops straight for our heartland. What should we do, Your Majesty?”

Xie Lingtian threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Since the Demon Race has come knocking at our gates, there’s no reason for us to retreat! I will now lead the army to war myself!”

“The Son of Heaven guards the gates; the king dies for his people!”

All the ministers dropped to their knees. “We swear to follow Your Majesty to the end, ready to live and die with the Jianwu Dynasty!”

Xie Jinxuan sank down to one knee. “Father, I request to take command and join you on the battlefield. Please grant your blessing!”

Xie Wanyi followed suit. “Father, I wish to fight as well. I vow not to become a fallen princess—please allow me to join you!”

Xie Lingtian fixed them both with a look of deep satisfaction. “Good, good! Today the three of us will ride to war together, and we’ll send those Demon cowards running for their lives!”

“Release all the prisoners from the dungeons. In these dark times, let them choose: stay here, surrender, or die.”

“Prepare my armor—ride with me to battle!”

Xie Lingtian, Xie Jinxuan, and Xie Wanyi took command of the Jianwu Dynasty’s final force—ten million strong—marching out to face forty-five million elite Demons.

Outside the palace gates, the ten million-strong army stood fully armed and disciplined. Following Xie Lingtian and Xie Jinxuan, they marched forward to meet the enemy head-on.

This battle would decide the fate of humanity. Victory meant a chance to struggle on, defeat meant the Human Race would be wiped from this world entirely.

“The winds whip cold and fierce by the Yi River; once a hero rides out, he will not return.”

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At the Sky Sword Sect, a mighty voice rose like thunder from the heavens, spreading swiftly across the entire continent.

“Today, the Demon Race sweeps in once again. Humanity faces annihilation. As cultivators, we cannot ignore this crisis. Today, I, Li Xun—by my authority as Sect Master of the Sky Sword Sect—hereby issue the Hundred Sects Command!”

“All Sky Sword Sect disciples, listen and obey! Cease all activities immediately—everyone currently training outside, return at once! Anyone in seclusion, end it now and report!”

“To all sects across the land—heed my call!”

“Those who have stayed hidden away, come out now! Gather your strength and journey to Sky Sword Sect, then follow me to war against the Demons, so we may restore peace to the world!”

At once, every disciple in Sky Sword Sect stopped what they were doing. Those in seclusion or intense meditation, even the elders, abandoned their practices.

The sudden order struck like a bolt of lightning, shattering the usual peace of the Sky Sword Sect.

Disciples who’d been training hard, elders who were meditating—all stood up without hesitation.

Everyone turned their eyes toward the main hall, where that commanding voice had echoed through every corner of the sect.

In perfect unison, they hurried toward the central hall. The ancient sects—Frost Palace, Ten Thousand Beast Sect, Vast Sea Sect, Azure Profound Sect, and Heavenfire Gate—all gathered their disciples to answer the call.

In that moment, the whole Sword Qi Continent was thrown into unprecedented turmoil.

Disciples from every sect dropped their tasks and raced to converge on Sky Sword Sect.

Determination and resolve were written on every face—everyone preparing to fight in a war that could decide the fate of their race.

Even the rarely seen elders broke their solitude, bringing their finest disciples along to join the battle.

All across Sword Qi Continent, the great mountains trembled and erupted, sending dazzling figures streaking through the sky—flying at breakneck speed for the Sky Sword Sect.

In this instant, every living being on the continent felt a surge of overwhelming power sweep through the world.

Mountain after mountain shattered under the impact of this force. Dust clouded the skies and the world changed before their eyes.

Within that swirling dust, blazing figures shot upward like meteors, each one racing toward the Sky Sword Sect.

These were the top masters from every sect, all answering the Sky Sword Sect’s rallying cry.

Strong rogue cultivators joined the charge, while rival factions put aside old grudges and united against a common foe.

Inside each heart burned a single purpose—for the honor of their sect.

For peace across the continent, for the future of humanity, they would give everything they had.

In Xuanwu City, Murong Qingxue leaned by the window, watching it all unfold with a long sigh. “The chaos has begun… My purpose awaits me, too.”

Her eyes gleamed with complexity as she rose from her seat. With a rush, her graceful figure vanished into the distance.