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Chapter 196: Conflict Outside the Camp
"Retrieve the Wraith of the Divine Clan! We must not let them open the rift!"
Ma Tongwei raised the Flying Rainbow Axe high, its vibrant colors reflecting brilliantly in the sunlight. Stepping forward, Ma Tongwei swung the Flying Rainbow Axe in a sweeping arc.
The axe's sharp blade cut through the air with a piercing whistle, echoing in the ears of every soldier present.
Behind Ma Tongwei, the soldiers of the Divine Clan raised their weapons and artifacts, attempting to intimidate their opponents with a synchronized roar that boosted their morale.
Ma Tongwei had led the Divine Soldiers to Lingxuan Camp quietly, but despite their stealth, the soldiers of Western King City were not easily intimidated.
It seemed that the soldiers of Western King City were well-trained; many of them appeared to have no concept of fear.
The first row of Western King City soldiers charged out of their camp, shouting their battle cries. Unfazed, Ma Tongwei commanded a line of Divine Soldiers to charge as well. One soldier from Western King City had his throat severed, while another Divine Soldier was pierced through the abdomen by a spear.
The battle erupted instantly; within moments, dozens of bodies lay on the ground, indistinguishable between friend and foe. Ma Tongwei surged into the heart of the battlefield, cleaving off the shoulder of a Western King City soldier. The soldier's face drained of color as blood gushed from his severed limb like a fountain. Although he still had one arm left, it was clearly not his dominant hand. Before he fell, he attempted to thrust his spear at Ma Tongwei.
But this soldier's efforts were futile; Ma Tongwei would not give him such an opportunity. With another swing of the Flying Rainbow Axe, the soldier collapsed to the ground, blood splattering onto Ma Tongwei's face.
Ma Tongwei howled in exhilaration; he relished these moments filled with adrenaline and bloodshed. He laughed heartily and wiped the blood from his face. Now there was one less soldier capable of fighting in Lingxuan Camp.
Around Ma Tongwei, all the Divine Soldiers were fiercely battling against the soldiers of Western King City. Typically, artifacts from the Divine Clan would instill fear and trembling in others; however, Lingxuan and Elder had prepared for this.
Elder had warned the soldiers of Western King City: "The Divine Soldiers are no different from us; they have flesh and blood just like we do. As long as they are flesh and blood, they can feel pain. The only difference is their artifacts, which are not terrifying at all. As long as you have the judgment to evade an attack, you can retaliate immediately."
"Moreover, we also possess artifacts. Using their discarded weapons against them is ideal. Focus your attention on your brothers beside you; if you work together with them, you can drive them back and even wipe them out completely."
Elder's pre-battle rallying was successful; all soldiers from Western King City began to cheer. From what could be seen on the battlefield now, they had taken Elder's words to heart. However, this resolve would not last long; as their comrades fell around them, they would gradually become bloodthirsty and frenzied—none would be exempt.
Both sides had their strategic thoughts. In Ma Tongwei's mind, he could already feel the thrill of combat surging through him; this sensation quickened his heartbeat and filled him with boundless fighting spirit.
As the Flying Rainbow Axe cleaved another soldier from Western King City from shoulder to chest, Ma Tongwei felt a surge of pleasure and anger that nearly reached its peak.
The thrill of battle had mostly suppressed his mind.
Xia Zhou and Ji Zichen were positioned behind him. Kiko had initially tried to prevent Lin Chuyu from following, but Lin Chuyu was determined not to be left behind, insisting on joining them.
Seeing Ma Tongwei in such a furious state, Xia Zhou couldn't help but frown. He recalled how Ma Tongwei had once been consumed by a desire for slaughter; could this be the reason for his drastic change in attitude?
At that moment, Ji Zichen's gaze shifted to the left side of the battlefield, where he noticed some movement. He saw a scholar waving his folding fan, and from its surface emerged two Shadow Hands. The Shadow Hands seized the throats of two Divine Soldiers on either side and hurled them toward a group of Divine Soldiers gathered nearby to respond. The entire squad of Divine Soldiers was immediately knocked to the ground.
Xia Zhou also spotted the scholar and remarked, "Your good friend has arrived."
Ji Zichen's expression darkened. Instead of focusing intently on the scholar, he scanned the surroundings of the battlefield, trying to locate Ling Xuan.
Ling Xuan would certainly not take unnecessary risks; Kiko estimated that Ling Xuan was still in the main tent. Lin Chuyu, not understanding Xia Zhou's implication, asked in surprise, "Brother Ji's friend?"
Just as Kiko was about to respond, the scholar noticed him as well. With a slight smile, he leaped onto a nearby tree branch, standing seven paces away from Ji Zichen. Balancing on the branch with his right hand gripping the trunk, he folded his fan and smiled at Ji Zichen, saying, "So you're here too."
Ji Zichen replied solemnly, "You still enjoy playing tricks."
The scholar chuckled lightly. "So there really are members of the divine race here. If you hadn't come looking for trouble, we wouldn't have dared to confirm it. But even if you are divine beings, it’s nothing remarkable." As he spoke, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. He waved his fan again, and one of the Shadow Hands seized a Divine Soldier by the neck, lifting him high into the air while the soldier flailed helplessly.
Ji Zichen moved his shoulder as if to step forward, but Xia Zhou shot Eight Desolation Needles at the scholar. At that moment, the scholar no longer cared about the fate of the Divine Soldier; retracting the Shadow Hand back into his fan as he leaped down, the Divine Soldier managed to escape just before hitting the ground. The Eight Desolation Needles exploded next to the tree where the scholar had been standing, toppling it over.
"Whoever you are, I advise you to give up! If you don't surrender, I will kill every last one of you," Xia Zhou warned Ling Xuan.
The scholar glanced at Xia Zhou and smiled faintly. Surprisingly calm, he replied, "That statement is meant for you."
Xia Zhou's gaze hardened. "I know you're not afraid, but if this continues, we will suffer more casualties. Hand over the Six Yao Lantern Formation and promise us that you will never set foot here again; then I can guarantee your safe passage."
Tilting his head slightly with a defiant grin, the scholar said, "So you came for the Six Yao Lantern Formation. I was puzzled about why you would go to such lengths against us. But don’t you find your actions rather laughable?"
"Ridiculous? Those are the Divine Race Undead. You try to steal them, and we want to take them back—shouldn't that be expected?" Xia Zhou said.
The scholar sneered, "What do you want with these Wraiths?"
"Of course, to send them back to the Court of Judgment," Xia Zhou replied.
The scholar laughed mockingly, "Now you remember? These Divine Race Undead have been dead for a thousand years. What were you doing all this time?"
Xia Zhou felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest. Suddenly, he was filled with shame. Indeed, what had they been doing for the past thousand years? They had long forgotten about these Wraiths, and Xia Zhou wished he could dig a hole and hide in it.
Quickly shaking off his unusual emotions, Xia Zhou retorted, "No matter how we treat these Wraiths, it has nothing to do with you." He clenched his teeth to avoid falling into an awkward situation.
The scholar's expression turned cold. At first, he only chuckled softly, but then he burst into sharp laughter. "Your actions are truly laughable. You discarded these fallen Divine Race Undead like weeds, and now..."
Xia Zhou interrupted him, "Enough of your nonsense! Will you hand them over or not?"
"Come and take them if you have the ability," the scholar replied nonchalantly, seemingly indifferent to the battle unfolding beside him. He squinted slightly and waved his folding fan leisurely.
Despite the scholar's calm demeanor, she had already lost many soldiers. However, if she could maintain her composure and control the situation, it would greatly benefit their morale.
Xia Zhou snorted coldly. "Don't overestimate yourself. Even if I let you open a rift, you won't gain anything."
"What I gain is none of your concern," the scholar said as he turned his gaze toward Ji Zichen. " Ji Zichen, I treated you well when you were here. Why do you cause me trouble as soon as you step out of camp? I didn't expect you to be such an ungrateful person."
Ji Zichen met the scholar's gaze. Ling Xuan had indeed treated him well, but recalling Ling Xuan's various actions made Ji Zichen frown.
Seeing that Ji Zichen did not respond, the scholar's eyes swept over and landed on Lin Chuyu. He chuckled lightly, "Oh, Lin Chuyu is also here."
Lin Chuyu appeared surprised; she never expected this scholar would know her. "Who are you? How do you know my surname?"
The scholar smirked teasingly. "You are the key to Divine Dawn; I doubt there’s anyone in this world who doesn’t recognize you."
Ji Zichen finally spoke up, "I've already been with you; she is of no use to you anymore."
"Then hand her over to me. If she truly holds no value for us, I promise I won't harm her. I was foolish back at Corner Lodge. If I hadn't moved her away, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Now that everyone is here, let's settle both old and new scores," the scholar's eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.
Xia Zhou's expression turned cold as he said, "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"
Seeing the intent to fight in Xia Zhou's eyes, the scholar smiled without fear and replied, "Oh? Why waste words? In this world, only the winners have the right to speak."
Before making a move, Xia Zhou asked one last question, "I have one more question."
The scholar shrugged and said, "Speak quickly; if you have something to say, just say it."
Xia Zhou voiced his curiosity, "How did you get in here?"
The scholar was taken aback by the question and scrutinized Xia Zhou with an unusual gaze, thinking to himself, "Is this person actually smiling at me?"
With a chuckle, the scholar responded, "Do you really think I would tell you that? If I did, it would just allow you to cut off my escape route."
Xia Zhou laughed at this. "Escape route? Keeping an escape route means you still fear us, doesn't it?"
The scholar's expression darkened as he waved his fan and charged forward. "Enough with the nonsense! Let's talk with strength!"
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