One hundred and seventy thousand marching cultivators were truly a sight that could not be ignored, their ranks stretching for countless kilometers.

This march lasted about two weeks, crossing a distance of more than a thousand kilometers until they finally reached the royal plains, stopping in a huge clearing surrounded by a dense forest.

They were still to march for a few more kilometers until they reached the fort where they would rest and prepare to go after the second prince, but they were forced to stop right there.

Looking across the clearing, the third prince saw banners he knew well. They were his brother's.

Turning to one of his generals, he ordered the troops to organize themselves, watching his brother's armies appear on the horizon.

Qingyi fortunately managed to keep up with Margareth, with Meilin in Ruxue's mind world.

They were now on the right flank of the huge army, exactly on the front line.

Thinking for a brief moment, Qingyi opened the system store, bought a small necklace and wrapped it around Margareth's neck.

"Is that?..." Margareth was a little confused at first, trying to study the object.

It was beautiful, a vibrant blue that matched her eyes.

"It's a defensive artifact, it will teleport you to the world of the mind if you're in danger."

"Oh... thank you husband!" Margareth's eyes sparkled as she kissed Qingyi, her face slightly blushing.

Whatever it was for, she had liked the gift.

She turned to the soldiers behind her, the ones she had brought from the Eagle Peak Valley.

"Ready your weapons, show those sons of bitches death!" She shouted, answered by howls in unison from all her soldiers.

Margareth smiled at the sight, standing beside Qingyi as they watched the second prince's army organize itself.

Soon, the entire clearing was filled with nothing but soldiers, the lines stretching as far as the forest on the horizon, where small skirmishes and exchanges of projectiles already seemed to have begun.

The powerful Qi's of the fake immortals were already colliding as they flew into the sky, ready to start their own battle, on a completely different level to the one that would take place just below.

"Surrender brother, I will forgive your crimes against our people!" The third prince spoke, floating about a hundred meters off the ground, exactly in front of the second prince.

"I don't need your forgiveness brother, just your head!" The second prince roared, drawing his huge sword and attacking.

The moment this attack landed on the third prince's blade, the two armies advanced, the captains and generals struggling to hold formation as the lines finally met.

The right flank was one of the first to make contact.

Margareth's figure floated slightly above the ground, her hands pointing towards the enemy soldiers as hundreds of small fireballs appeared around her.

After a brief moment of channeling mana, she launched them, hitting the enemy front lines with powerful explosions, immediately killing dozens of soldiers and breaking the formation of part of the vanguard.

Qingyi and the foot soldiers didn't miss this opportunity, tearing through the weakened lines, slashing and killing without stopping.

After the first few hundred deaths, the vanguard in that part finally managed to stabilize, turning into a long battle of attrition where no side could break through the other.

Qingyi obviously had no difficulty with this.

In fact, he was even a little disappointed as he cut non-stop, the number of corpses at his feet already reaching dozens.

Apart from the fake immortals in the skies, he truly had no enemy to match.

He even thought about using his maximum power to massacre the enemy lines more quickly, but in the end he held back.

The place was too crowded. If he didn't control his power, he would end up killing the allied forces too.

Qingyi was about to leap into the sky, trying to reach the enemy rear line, where he would have more freedom.

But between the screams of pain, the explosions of powerful techniques exchanged between the experts and the sound of metal hitting metal, he noticed something, turning his face towards Margareth.

The necklace he had given her had just activated, pulling her into the world of the mind.

Qingyi was confused at first, but his eyes soon fluttered and he covered his body with black scales.

The next moment, a powerful explosion engulfed his body, sending him flying like a cannonball, killing hundreds of the soldiers around him.

"Ugh... Fuck!" Qingyi barely had time to realize who was attacking him before he was hit again, sent hurtling towards the forest.

His body tore through trees and even soldiers fighting in the area, drenching his black scales in blood.

When he barely managed to straighten his posture, he was hit again, thrown even harder than before.

Each attempt to recover had the same result until, finally, he found himself so far from the battlefield that he could barely hear its noise.

"Ah... shit..." He clutched his chest, feeling a few broken ribs as he lifted his face.

"You killed my son." A voice hoarse with hatred echoed and Qingyi saw a figure descending from the sky, a middle-aged man with a noble face and elegant clothes, watching him coldly.

"Oh... hahaha" Qingyi laughed, cracking his sore back.

"So it's little cuckold Jiantian... you came here to beg me for your granddaddy to take care of your wife? She's a bit old for me, but I can make this sacrifice."

"Don't you dare despise me! I'm the patriarch of the Wang family!" Jiantian roared, his cultivation of the peak of the False Immortal realm falling on Qingyi, who just shook his head.

Little by little, a black Qi emerged from his back, a bestial figure forming.

This time, Qingyi didn't hold back his bloodline projection, releasing it with all his might. The enormous dragon reached over two hundred meters, its roar causing the earth to shake for kilometers.

"I'm not despising you," Qingyi said curtly.

"I'm even using all my power to fight you, how could I despise you? I was just curious, you know. I know a lot of old men like you have this strange taste."

"You..." Jiantian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.

His cultivation was being partially suppressed by Qingyi's lineage projection and every drop of his being was screaming at that huge purple-eyed beast, but the hatred he felt in his heart overrode everything.

"You will pay for what you did to my Haoran!"

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