Supreme Emperor of Mist

"Yang - Yang Yuan is dead..." one of the elders hovering above the battlefield said as he shook his head. Because Qin Lan's action was too swift for him to prevent, it ended up costing Yang Yuan's dear life.

But from the way he looked, it doesn't seem to be a tremendous loss to the Thunder Roaring Palace. As the competition for resources was already heated to start with, having one less disciple fighting for the resources might be good to the others in the long run.

Still, a part of Yang Yuan's demise under Qin Lan's hand was caused by his own action.

If he was slightly humble and careful, perhaps his fate would be a little different from Xu Hu and Zhu Tianyi. Or perhaps, this was just a baptism ritual that each disciple of Thunder Roaring Palace would have to go through.

"General," Lu Yi, Huo Zunjie, Expert Shun, and Expert Xie came to Qin Lan's side as the battle around them is approaching its ending. Sun Chen Long offered to clear the battlefield for Qin Lan and created the opportunity for him to join the central.

"General, do allow this seventh prince to solve this for you. I believe that the central battlefield where the ninth brother needed you as quickly as possible." Sun Cheng Long said.

"Then... This general will leave the clearing to you." Qin Lan said to Sun Chen Long.

"Everyone else, follow me! To the central battlefield!" Qin Lan said as he raised the Pillar of Kuangshan over his head.

"Move out!"

Bringing a little over 1,500 soldiers with him, Qin Lan made his way to where Peng Yan's army was fighting against the combined forces of Sun Wu Jian and his brother, Qin Fan.

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"Your highness!" one of Sun Wu Jian's elite guards moves forward as he blocked the attack from one of the Bronze Dragon's soldiers. Worthy of being one of the elites of the Genius General of Warfare's favorite unit, their strength was entirely above the Beheading Army and Qin Lan's personal Crimson Mist Army.

Such a gap was not something having a proper cultivation technique and equipment can overcome.

In an instant, Sun Wu Jian's elite guard was taken down on the ground by three regular soldiers from the Bronze Dragon Unit.

"How can this be? To think that an elite soldier likes me unable to fight against three opponents..." Sun Wu Jian's guard blamed himself for this inability.

"Get the hell of my mate!" another one of Sun Wu Jian's guards joined the battle. With the polearm in his hand scaling out at the three soldiers, he successfully forces them to a retreat.

But as he lowered his hand down to pull his companion up, the three Bronze Dragon Soldiers intercepted. Their hands almost got chopped off from the sword that came between them. 

"City Protecting Blow!" Sun Wu Jian joined the battle and saved his subordinates right on time.

"Your highness!" the two elite guards quickly get on their foot.

"Pull back. Don't forget that we're playing a defensive role here!" Sun Wu Jian ordered. Accompanied by some soldiers around him, he made sure that the Bronze Dragon's Soldiers remained on guard as they took a few steps back.

Such a on and off engagement continued until Peng Yan lost her patience.

The Wardrum was rolling again as the sound it gave out changes their approaching strategy. With the Beheading Army and some remains of Kuanglei Province Soldiers gathered in the front line, the opponent made another charge into the Crimson Mist Army led by Qin Fan.

"Defend! Hold your position." Qin Fan said.

"Aargh!" the Crimson Mist Soldiers raised their iconic red sword and held their position firmly. The battle continued, but as every minute passed, more people are dropping dead.

This lasted until Peng Yan made her appearance on the battlefield. The two adjutants with the surname Wang stands beside her as she was done with the general's armor.

"Fellow cultivator Qin, shall we continue where we had left before this?" one of the adjutants asked Qin Fan as they approached the Crimson Mist Army. A smile is seen on their face as they think about how fate fools them around.

'To think that our unfinished battle would have to be postponed until all of us are on the same battlefield...' Qin Fan shook his head. Compared to when he was fighting against the two of them outside the Demon Mountain Fort, his condition now was a little worst.

At most, Qin Fan can only exert 80-90% of his total strength right now.

"First Young Master, don't take their challenge." Lu Qing Yun grabbed Qin Fan's wrist to keep him where he is. But from the look of it, it seems her words won't be getting into Qin Fan.

"Qing Yun, if I choose to not accept the challenge, then what for I cultivate and fought to break through the shackle around me?" Qin Fan asked as he reminded himself of the reason he cultivates.

Putting aside the iconic red sword that each Crimson Mist soldier uses, Qin Fan took his favorite weapon out from the Spatial Jade on his waist.

"Please!" Qin Fan steps forward. A circle was soon created by the soldiers gathering around as they allowed Qin Fan and the adjutants to finish what they've started.

'Men...' Lu Qing Yun shook her head as she knew it was pointless for her to say anything else.

"Fellow cultivator Qin, please!" the two experts took their weapon out as they invited Qin Fan to made his first move.

"Please!" Qin Fan cupped his fists together to both experts. Pushing his Spiritual Qi to its peak, he moves forward as the Spiritual Manifestation appeared behind him.

"Golden Bell Sect's Sword Art!" Qin Fan charged forward.

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"Lady Peng, have you made up your mind to go against our young master? Because I will act based on how you're answering my question." Lu Qing Yun said as she approached Peng Yan's war chariot.

Her question made Peng Yan stay silent for a moment. But as she replied, it thoroughly breaks Lu Qing Yun's heart.

"Who is your young master?" Peng Yan replied stiffly, void of emotion behind her words. It was as if she doesn't know Qin Lan or who it was.

"YOU!!!" Lu Qing Yuan enraged. The Violet Queen Whip in her hand glows as it was fueled by anger.