Chapter 835 - 237: The Curtain Falls! The Emperor in Mourning, the Barbarian King Raising His Axe, the Strongest of the Old and New Eras

Chapter 835: Chapter 237: The Curtain Falls! The Emperor in Mourning, the Barbarian King Raising His Axe, the Strongest of the Old and New Eras

And at this moment, this three million five hundred thousand, and that eight million one hundred thousand, were already powers that far surpassed all individual existences in the world.

This was no longer something that any single person could sway.

Whoever stepped in, would die.

No wonder the Divine Spirits of the Divine Tomb were so utterly confident, because in the eyes of Divine Spirits, this level of battle power was already an invincible force.

Yet "invincible" was only because they stood too high, too far above everyone else.

But when invincible meets invincible, there is still a gap.

All anyone could do was quietly wait for the outcome, then watch the new world unfold.

Li Yuan, however, had already let out a soft sigh and said, "Get ready to save Huang’Er."

Xiao Wu Ya was indeed making preparations, but he didn’t really believe it.

"The great battle’s just begun, how can you already know who’ll win or lose, Father?"

Li Yuan did not answer; he only watched this battle.

He was very familiar with the power on the Barbarian Race’s side: nothing more than a great formation, thoughts built from the will of the army, and a powerful, unified "body" simulated by training so that breath, movements, tacit understanding, all were the same; together they formed a terrifying Yin Yang, and in turn unleashed tremendous strength.

The Commander in turn had to thoroughly understand the military formation and completely merge into this army.

From this one could see how much effort the Barbarian King had spent, how much sweat he had shed; the hardship of it all really couldn’t be captured in a single phrase. And all that he did was solely so that the Barbarian Race could have a future, so that his people would not be bullied in days to come.

As the saying goes, to catch the thief, first capture the king.

But as an Earth Soul, the Barbarian King at this moment had Yin Qi flowing all around him, and in Li Yuan’s eyes, that Yin Qi was rooted in the earth itself.

Combining it with what Xiaozhao had said earlier, he understood that the Barbarian King right now was like an Evil Ghost, in a completely undying state.

Compared to the twenty thousand Two-headed Wolf Riders now, the Three Thousand Ghost Riders of the Lotus Sect before could practically be called mere child’s play.

An army like this truly was invincible.

Yet... they just happened to run into the "Human Emperor System" that emerged after the Dragon Vein shattered.

This was essentially the strongest of the old era taking the initiative to provoke the strongest of the new era.

What filled Li Yuan with infinite emotion was that the two protagonists of this peerless battle were, in fact, both his sons.

But as for the power on the Emperor’s side, he completely could not make sense of it.

On the surface it seemed to be nothing more than subduing the mountains and rivers, gaining the hearts of the people, and thus gaining strength.

Yet that strength appeared to be entirely cut off from the Yin Yang Qi.

Within a single world, the essence of power should be impossible to change.

The struggle of Imperial anomalies was still just a contest within this same world.

But... what Li Yuan saw was only streams of Gold light; those rays completely shrouded Ji Hu, then flowed according to an extremely obscure and complex pattern.

Suddenly, a thought stirred in Li Yuan’s mind; he wanted to memorize this flow trajectory. But after just a few breaths his head began to swell; the harder he tried to remember, the more he felt he had already forgotten the earlier parts.

This only made him feel all the more that this thing was not simple... that in the future it might be of great use, even perhaps the very core of stepping into a higher Realm. So he focused even more intently on memorizing it.

While Li Yuan was in that state of memorizing then forgetting, forgetting then memorizing—

The two sides had already fought through more than half their clash.

And with a resounding detonation, both sides began to reveal their trump cards.

On the Barbarian Race’s side, a thousand-zhang phantom rose into the air, eight arms and eight legs, twin horns upon its head, a Golden Giant Axe in its hands.

On the other side, however, an imperial silhouette soared; this imperial shadow gleamed with blazing Gold light, rising ever higher—ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang—yet it still did not stop, until no one could see it clearly anymore and only knew that that figure stood loftily above. Then, only then did the imperial shadow cease its ascent, looking down upon the eight-armed, eight-legged Barbarian King, and proceeded to swing a single sword strike.

The sword fell, and the Barbarian King’s giant axe met it head-on.

But in the Barbarian King’s eyes there was only Gold light filling the sky, as though the entire heavens were pressing down.

Bang!!

His giant axe shattered.

He raised his eight arms furiously, trying to brace that collapsing firmament.

His figure kept on breaking apart, then being reconstituted, over and over; in the blink of an eye, it was as if he walked through over ten cycles of Reincarnation between death and rebirth.

Yet even so, he still could not hold on for long. Soon after, an unimaginable roar rang out; the Gold light struck the ground, the dust settled, and all the river water surged into the sky, like a waterfall reversing course to climb three thousand zhang.

Then, with a single press of the imperial shadow’s hand, that waterfall quietly and silently fell back into the distance, turning into docile, gently flowing river water once more, stretching eastward, no longer rampaging.

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