Eternal life begins with saving my clan

At the horizon, the setting sun painted the sky a beautiful golden hue.

On the ground, hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers stood in neat formation.

Thick tension permeated the air as everyone held their breath.

In the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed, and the ground trembled.

The soldiers stared ahead in anticipation.

This was the first time a mere organization dared to challenge the authority of the kingdom.

They were all eager to see the army of the store and to gauge their strength.

Those in the shadows observed everything with great expectation.

Slowly, the knights appeared on the horizon, catching everyone's attention.

At first, no one noticed the strange armor worn by the knights, but as they approached,

it became apparent.

"What are they wearing?" a general asked, perplexed.

What the knights wore didn't resemble the commonly seen leather armor.

It was strange, to say the least.

No one answered his question, their brows furrowed in confusion.

The Field Marshal, however, cared little about his enemy's attire and commanded,

"Sound the war drum!" Enjoy new adventures from empire

Instantly, the loud beats of the war drum echoed from behind.

Hearing the war drum, the soldiers' blood boiled, and their morale rose steadily.

They were Thunia Kingdom soldiers, and they would not allow anyone to soil the prestige of their kingdom.

Each gripped their weapon tightly, their eyes burning with bravery and courage.

To them, death meant nothing as long as they could fulfill their mission.

Glaring at the knights, they couldn't wait to slaughter their enemies.

In the distance, the knights stopped hundreds of meters away from the imperial soldiers.

Standing at the forefront of the ten thousand knights were two men dressed in plain Daoist robes.

They were Lang Bai, the Sword Demon, and Mao Hai.

The Sword Demon's fame was known throughout the Soaring Cloud Region, and now, he stood on the battlefield.

He stepped forward and surveyed the hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers. A playful smile crept across his lips.

"Knights, this is not a war..." he began slowly. His voice wasn't loud, but the still silence allowed everyone to hear him clearly.

"Huh?"

The imperial soldiers were stunned, their faces filled with bewilderment. But Lang Bai wasn't finished.

"The Thunia Kingdom would have long been destroyed if we were truly at war with them. Against the Celestial Heavenly Store, what is a mere Thunia Kingdom?"

"The Necoris sent a hundred thousand soldiers—they couldn't last an hour against the weakest of our men. So, what are mere human soldiers?"

The more he spoke, the more furious and shocked the imperial soldiers became.

Even those spying on the battlefield were stunned by his bold claims. Many thought he was bluffing, but when they recalled the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Necoris soldiers,

a cold shiver ran down their spines.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But Lang Bai wasn't done.

"Take this as an exercise to sharpen your skills and stretch your joints. To make this exercise more interesting, there will be a ranking for the highest kill count."

He retrieved four circular devices from his storage ring and tossed them into the sky.

The four devices hovered, flashing a blue light.

Looking at the four circular devices, the imperial soldiers were stupefied.

What is that?! they exclaimed in their minds.

Even the generals couldn't help but feel curious about the floating devices.

The Field Marshal's stoic face only glanced at the devices before he raised his saber.

Upon seeing the signal, all the soldiers pushed aside their distracting thoughts and wore grim expressions.

It was now or never.

"Kill!"

Instantly, hundreds of thousands of soldiers sprang into action.

The archers raised their bows and fired thousands of arrows into the air.

Watching the sea of arrows ascend, those in hiding held their breath, their eyes locked on the knights, waiting to see how they would defend against the barrage.

To their dismay, the knights didn't even flinch at the fast-approaching arrows.

"Advance… Free kill," Lang Bai commanded.

He turned to look at the silent Mao Hai and added, "Let's send a message."

"I thought you'd never ask," Mao Hai replied, a sardonic smile spreading across his lips before he disappeared.

"Damn," Lang Bai cursed and vanished from his spot as well.

The knights, unperturbed by their leaders' sudden disappearance, dashed forward.

Then the arrows descended like an endless rain.

But before they could strike, the knights' armor emitted a brilliant blue light, forming a powerful shield around them.

When the imperial soldiers saw this, their jaws dropped. Even the stoic Field Marshal furrowed his brow in confusion.

What sorcery is this? he thought for a moment, preparing to issue another command, when a sense of dread washed over him.

Before he could react, a horrifying palm strike appeared above him.

"What—"

Boom!

The ground quaked violently as a massive cloud of dust rose into the sky. When the dust settled, thousands of soldiers had been pulverized.

Limbs, torsos, and organs lay scattered across the battlefield, while the survivors wailed in misery.

The once-indomitable imperial army descended into chaos. Their neat formations crumbled into disarray.

Amid the devastation, the Field Marshal struggled to his feet, his body battered and his eyes filled with despair as he surveyed the destruction.

"How…" he muttered, blood dripping from his mouth.

Although he had reacted swiftly to the impending danger, the sheer magnitude of the attack was beyond his comprehension.

This wasn't a power a Martial Artist could wield… This was something more.

Just then, he heard Mao Hai's voice.

"Not dead yet?"

He raised his head to see Mao Hai staring down at him with disdain.

Fear gripped his heart like a vice, and his only thought was to escape.

Unfortunately for him, his fate was sealed the moment the battle began.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a terrifying sword light appeared in the sky, cutting through everything in its path.

In an instant, it reached the Field Marshal.

The Field Marshal tried to defend against the attack, but his defensive techniques proved useless.

Ahhh!

A miserable scream escaped his lips as his body was cut to pieces.

Even after killing the Field Marshal, the sword light did not stop—it continued for another fifty meters, killing every soldier in its path.

For a moment, the battlefield fell silent as everyone stared at the devastation in shock.

The imperial soldiers were scared stiff, their faces marred with despair.

All their invincible generals and the Field Marshal had been slain in just two strikes.

How could this be?!