The ancestors of the six sects wore malicious grins. They paid little heed to the battlefield of the Saint Realm martial artists, because the ultimate success or failure of this battle depended on the clash between those Reaching the Holy Realm. Whichever side's experts Reaching the Holy Realm won would achieve final victory.
"Heavenly Gang Sword!"
The Ancestor of the Celestial Gang Sect bellowed. With a wave of his right hand, a white battle sword appeared, emanating a powerful aura. It possessed a clear spiritual nature, evidently a Dao Armament. As the sword was drawn, its radiance crisscrossed the Nine Provinces!
"Vermilion Bird True Fire!"
The Ancestor of the Skyfire Sect formed hand seals, and a hundred-zhang-tall phantom of a Vermilion Bird emerged from his back. Billowing with roaring flames, the bird flapped its wings, evaporating all surrounding moisture. Dozens of miles away, a lush green hill started to spontaneously combust, burning into molten lava.
"Blunt Sword, No Edge!"
The Great Sword Ancestor stepped forward, his white hair flying without wind. A gargantuan sword floated above his head, dozens of zhangs in length and several zhangs thick. Though it had no sharpened edge, it exuded an intense heaviness. It could be more accurately described as a sword-mountain than a sword. The immense gravity crushed its surroundings, causing cracks to appear in the Void.
"Nine-Forged True Body!"
The Golden Sun Ancestor soared into the sky, his body shimmering with golden light. He continued to grow, transforming into a giant tens of zhangs tall. His bronze skin and dragon-like muscles exerted tremendous pressure.
"Merciless Heavenly Water!"
"Bloody Storm!"
The Merciless Ancestor and the Blood Sword Ancestor also launched their respective ultimate moves. An expansive water light exuded a merciless aura, while a surging blood-red light overflowed with endless killing intent.
The combined attacks of the six generated a magnificent momentum that blotted out the sun and sky. In comparison, the Imperial Capital seemed puny. The commoners living in the city could no longer see the sun or blue sky, only the extraordinary phenomena created by the six attacks.
"Qin Emperor, your death is imminent!"
The Sect Master of the Celestial Gang Sect laughed fiercely, unleashing an attack capable of obliterating mountains and rivers.
"Formation!"
"Five Elements United Formation!"
Facing the six powerful attacks, Emperor Qin remained composed, shouting commands calmly. From within the vortex, another figure descended: a white-haired, white-bearded man in a black cape, exuding the aura of the peak of Reaching the Holy Realm. He stood next to Emperor Qin.
Following that, three more figures tore through the Void: Bai Qi, Li Si, and Zhang Gan!
Once the five of them were in position, they stood at profound junctures, harmonizing with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Golden patterns surfaced and integrated in an extremely short time. This was a formation the Qin Empire had found in a Grade Three Small World, capable of consolidating the power of five individuals.
What are they doing?
Seeing this, the ancestors of the six sects furrowed their brows. Their eyelids twitched erratically, especially upon seeing Li Si. The Great Qin Dynasty was actually concealing such powerful experts! How audacious!
BOOM!
Emperor Qin stood at the head of the formation, and the Spiritual Energy of the other four flowed into him. His aura continuously strengthened, swiftly surpassing the limit of Reaching the Holy Realm and reaching the Half-step Saint Realm.
At that exact moment, the attacks of the six sect ancestors descended, striking all five of them. In the blink of an eye, the point of impact erupted into a massive fireball, engulfing them.
Heaven and earth shook, and all sounds ceased. Countless Void cracks spread from the point of explosion like a giant spider web, covering the entire sky. It gave people the illusion that the end of the world had arrived.
"Such a terrifying attack! Can His Majesty withstand it?"
Countless Qin people clenched their fists, staring intently at the explosion, not even blinking, their hearts filled with worry. At that moment, time seemed to come to a halt.
All six attacks landed. They should be dead, right?
The six sect ancestors, panting heavily, gazed at the constantly expanding fireball, not daring to lower their guard in the slightest. After all, the attack just now had been too smooth—so smooth they found it hard to believe.
"Is that all the strength you can muster?"
After a while, the aftershocks dissipated, revealing the scene within the explosion. Emperor Qin and his four companions stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their auras stable, their clothes not even disheveled. They looked as if they were on a spring outing rather than a battlefield.
This unexpected outcome left everyone present dumbfounded. Even Qin Wudao was stunned for a moment.
"Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng!"
But soon, the old Qin people who had regained their senses erupted into frenzied shouts, their faces alight with joy.
"Now, it's my turn to attack!"
Emperor Qin's expression turned cold. He unleashed an endless killing intent as his Half-step Saint Realm power erupted, forming a hundred-zhang palm imprint in the Void.
ROAR!
A dragon shadow emerged from the palm imprint, roaring continuously.
The six sect ancestors only saw a golden flash before their eyes. Before they could react, they were struck by the palm imprint. They tumbled dozens of times, landing a thousand zhangs away, each spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
Indeed, there was a substantial gap between Reaching the Holy Realm and the Half-step Saint Realm.
Damn it! The Qin Dynasty possesses such a powerful formation!
The Celestial Gang Ancestor steadied himself, his expression extremely unsightly. If this continued, their defeat was certain.
"Perhaps we should resort to... that move," the Skyfire Ancestor weakly suggested, clutching his chest as blood flowed unceasingly.
The Great Sword Ancestor, Merciless Ancestor, Golden Sun Ancestor, and Blood Sword Ancestor all nodded in agreement. If they didn't use that move, they definitely wouldn't survive Emperor Qin's second attack. Though old and with few days left, they preferred to die of old age rather than be slain.
"Alright!"
The Celestial Gang Ancestor nodded heavily. He wouldn't have wanted to use that move unless absolutely necessary, as the price was too great. But now...
The six of them simultaneously shot back several zhangs, then forcefully slapped their chests, each expelling a mouthful of blood essence. Their blood fused, turning pitch-black and emitting a faint Demonic Qi, seemingly forming some kind of array.
Li Si's eyebrows furrowed. What is this? Do the six sects still have another trump card?
"Never mind that! Attack!" Emperor Qin ordered gravely, once again controlling the Formation and gathering enough energy for a Half-step Saint's attack.
"Six-stringed Zither, appear!" The six ancestors roared. A terrifying energy surged from the black blood, materializing into a pitch-black ancient zither. It had six strings, but five were broken, and it was shrouded in black mist.
"God-Annihilating Melody!"
The faces of the six sect ancestors flushed an unnatural red as a large amount of their vital energy and blood was drained. They strummed the air, and sinister musical notes danced in the Void.
These notes transformed into bizarre entities, howling in the Void like thousands of demons as they crashed towards Emperor Qin's attack.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Rapid collision sounds echoed through the heavens. Emperor Qin's attack only managed to block thirty musical notes before showing signs of collapsing.
"A King Armament!"
The expressions of Emperor Qin and his four companions turned grim. In the East Ancient Domain, the most potent treasures were Dao Armaments; this was their first time encountering a King Armament. It was rumored that a Martial Artist Reaching the Holy Realm who wielded a King Armament could fight as if they were one realm higher.
In the palace, Qin Wudao perceived the dangerous situation. Father's situation looks dire! After a brief moment of contemplation, he devised a strategy. The best way to counter an attack from a King Armament is to use a weapon of a superior grade. Not only do I have one, I have two! The Xuanyuan Sword! And the Execution Platform of God!
"DING! Congratulations, Host, for discovering the ruined Imperial Armament: Six-Stringed Demon Zither..."
As he was considering which weapon to use, the system's prompt suddenly echoed in his mind.
Qin Wudao's pupils contracted as he stared at the ruined zither shrouded in black light. This is actually a ruined Imperial Armament?