352: Chapter 352: Gone just like that?

One month later.

The Far North Land, outside Northern Town.

On the desolate plain, two tides of people were lined up in a dense, dark mass—one side in black, the other in plain white—separated by about five miles of open ground.

The wind blew from the north, carrying dust and the chill of early winter, causing the banners fluttering above both camps to snap and ripple loudly.

This desolate plain had been soaked in blood a century ago, and now, it was being trampled with new fissures once more.

Su Qinghan stood on a low hill in the rear, wrapped in a black cloak, her gaze passing through layers of figures to land on the plain white formation on the opposite side.

She saw the flag of the Supreme Dao Palace.

"Is this the foundation of the Supreme Dao Palace?"

In the crowd, Man Shan scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered.

He had now reached the Soul Transformation Perfection stage, and the flesh on his face was even thicker than it had been a century ago, but that simple-minded air about him had not changed at all.

Many people in the crowd shared this thought.

They could feel the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly.

It was not the sound of footsteps, but Spiritual Qi.

The Spiritual Pressure at the forefront of both camps overlapped, squeezing and colliding with each other, emitting a low humming sound like muffled thunder.

And those in the shadows were waiting for this reality.

At the third quarter of noon, Xiao Ran walked out from the front of the Eternal Night Demon Sect's formation.

When he reached the open ground in the center of the two formations, his gaze crossed the five-mile distance and landed on the opposite side.

In front of the opposing formation, Li Changsheng also walked out.

His white robes snapped in the wind, and from his sleeve emerged that law seed, now turned a pale gold, its light flickering like a lamp dancing in the wind.

He stopped about two hundred paces away from Xiao Ran, and the two stared at each other for three breaths across the wind-swept plain.

Then Xiao Ran spoke.

"Li Changsheng, you cannot stop me."

The voice was not loud, but with the augmentation of Spiritual Qi, it carried across the entire plain, clearly audible even to Su Qinghan on the low hill.

Upon hearing this, the unsuspecting Disciples in both camps felt their Spiritual Qi surge violently.

Li Changsheng let out a laugh; the laughter was clear and cold, drifting over with the wind.

"I could stop you a hundred years ago, and I cannot stop you now? Xiao Ran, you think too highly of yourself."

"There is no point in talking more."

"After today, there will be no Supreme Dao Palace in the Northern Territory."

Xiao Ran made the first move.

"Big talk." Li Changsheng's law seed floated out from his sleeve, hovering three feet above his palm, its golden light surging and illuminating half the plain.

"Then let's see whose fist is harder."

As soon as his voice fell, the deafening sound of war drums erupted simultaneously from the rear of both camps.

The first wave of the charge began.

The black and plain white tides of people were like two colliding waves, crashing fiercely into each other in the center of the plain.

The sounds of exploding Spiritual light, the clashing of weapons, and the roars and screams of Cultivators merged into a deafening cacophony.

The dust and sand were swept into the air by the shockwaves from the Spiritual Qi, obscuring half the sky and the sun.

Su Qinghan stood on the low hill, watching the chaotic battle below, and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

She saw Xiao Ran and Li Changsheng "fighting" in the midst of the human tide.

Their figures crossed, collided, separated, and collided again within the Chaos.

Spiritual light exploded frequently between them, and each collision created a visible shockwave, sending nearby ordinary Disciples reeling.

From a distance, it looked extremely intense, with blade light and sword shadows trading blows, but the landing points of their attacks precisely avoided each other's vital areas.

Xiao Ran's blade grazed past Li Changsheng's temples, and Li Changsheng's sword tip slid along Xiao Ran's armor.

Every move was grand in momentum, but every move achieved nothing.

Yet in terms of Aura, it was absolutely overbearing.

However, not long after.

A strong fluctuation of Spiritual Qi suddenly surged from the edge of the plain in the southeast direction.

Three figures broke through the dust and sand, killing their way out from the flank, dressed in brocade and fine robes.

The Spiritual Pressure around them was as vast as the sea, and the Aura of the leading old man was so strong that it almost overwhelmed half the battlefield.

"Old things from the Southern Territory."

Almost at the same time, a rumble of the earth trembling came from the rear of the plain.

Groups of Yao Beasts surged in from the direction of the Western Regions; those large in size were like hills, and those fast were like gusts of wind, charging straight into the heart of the battlefield wrapped in foul-smelling Demonic Qi.

And in the high sky above the Yao Beast herd, three Void Realm boats carved with Dragon patterns slowly descended from the clouds.

Standing at the bow of the boats were several men with Dragon horns on their heads, surrounded by rich water-element Spiritual light.

The Dragon Clan of the East Sea had also arrived.

The Chaos on the battlefield doubled in an instant.

Those Righteous and Demonic Disciples who had originally been blinded by the killing suddenly found that they had some unfamiliar enemies around them.

A Cultivator from the Southern Territory slashed a blade at the Formation Flag of the Eternal Night Demon Sect, and a giant beast of the Yao Race bit and crushed a supply wagon of the Supreme Dao Palace.

Scouts of the Dragon Clan shuttled through the gaps of exploding Spiritual light like ghosts, occasionally dragging a lone Disciple into the cabin of a Void Realm boat.

And in the very center of the battlefield, Xiao Ran and Li Changsheng moved.

Su Qinghan's eyes followed them, and she saw that the rhythm of their fight had suddenly changed.

After the last collision between blade and sword, the two used the recoil force to sweep back three zhang simultaneously, and the moment they landed, they changed direction.

One to the left and one to the right, like two unsheathed sharp blades, they shot toward the southeastern flank.

Li Changsheng's hand drew an unsheathed jade-colored longsword from his sleeve, the sword body wrapped in the purple-gold Spiritual light of the law seed.

He slashed with his sword at the protective Spiritual light of the leading Southern Territory old man, and as the blade fell, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gathered toward the edge of the sword from all directions.

The purity of that sword strike made Su Qinghan's heart skip a beat on the low hill.

The power of the Mahayana Law was truly terrifying.

The Southern Territory old man's pupils shrank suddenly; he recognized what was on that sword.

He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

He did not expect that after a hundred years, Li Changsheng's cultivation would have reached such a terrifying state.

The old man's entire cultivation turned into streams of light and scattered into the wind in an instant; he didn't even have time to scream before he fell backward.

On the other side.

Xiao Ran's short blade drew a dark red arc in the air, the blade not yet arrived.

The power of the Guixu Vortex contained within that arc had already compressed and distorted the space around the thin old woman.

The old woman's face pulled into a terrified grimace in the distorted air.

Her Ten Thousand Poisons Spirit Body had not yet had time to release its toxins before it was stirred into a chaotic vortex by the power of Guixu.

Her whole body was like cloth thrown into a wringer, inch by inch being rolled in, crushed, and dissipated.

The remaining scholarly middle-aged man turned to run, his figure turning into a stream of light as he fled toward the southeast.

But he had not even swept out a hundred paces before he crashed into an invisible wall.

Xiao Ran and Li Changsheng had already laid down an intersecting Law Domain on his escape route without anyone knowing when.

The middle-aged man crashed into the wall with a dull, loud thud, and the moment he was bounced back, Xiao Ran's blade and Li Changsheng's sword simultaneously pierced his chest.

Within three breaths, the thousand-year foundation of the three great families of the Southern Territory was wiped out.

The Chaos on the battlefield suddenly paused for an instant.

Those Righteous and Demonic Disciples all stopped their actions, staring dumbfounded at the corpses that had suddenly appeared in the center of the battle.

They did not recognize the Old Ancestors of the Southern Territory families, but they could feel the lingering Spiritual Pressure on those three corpses.

Placed in any Sect, they would be pillars supporting the sky.

Just like that, they were gone?