"Draw your saber."
A shout erupted, blinding the air with the saber's gleam.
The saber cleaved downwards with all its might.
"Bang."
The first few white-robed bishops at the front exploded.
The scattered flesh and blood ignited, burning into ash.
"Draw your saber."
Hong Si shouted again.
He transformed into the blade of a sharp saber, charging forward with ferocity.
"Hmph."
The red-robed archbishop snorted coldly.
"Don't move."
Chen Fan blocked the red-robed archbishop. "If you act, I will kill you today."
"..."
The red-robed archbishop's heart froze.
Spatial energy slowly condensed at his fingertips, his expression grave.
"You guys go."
The red-robed archbishop gave the order, spatial energy permeating the air, intimidating Chen Fan.
He could refrain from attacking, and similarly, Chen Fan could not make a move.
The two faced off.
"Leave it to me."
The Old Demon drew his demonic saber and swung.
Two red-robed bishops met the attack, engaging the Old Demon in a fierce battle.
On the other side.
"Draw your saber."
Facing enemies tens to hundreds of times their number, the more than thirty remnants of the Western Expeditionary Army showed no fear.
They charged fearlessly.
Where the saber struck, someone fell.
Not an enemy, but a comrade.
Boom!
The roar of energy echoed through heaven and earth.
The thirty-odd soldiers formed a battle formation, transforming into an arrow, piercing fiercely into the enemy's ranks.
"Clang clang clang."
The sounds of impact were deafening.
The Western Expeditionary Army in battle was like a group of fearless ruffians.
Not a single one retreated, constantly attacking.
"Kill, kill, kill."
The burning hatred surged like a demon in their hearts.
"Pfft."
A Western Expeditionary Army warrior was killed by a crusader.
"Qin Family Army, number one under heaven."
Before dying, the Western Expeditionary Army warrior, with his last breath, shouted the proudest words of his life.
Thirty pairs of eyes welled with tears, and they roared in unison: "Qin Family Army, number one under heaven."
"Kill."
The death of their comrades fueled the living.
Their momentum was like a rainbow.
"Slash."
"Slash."
"Slash."
The moment Hong Si shouted "Slash."
All thirty-odd people raised their sabers, channeling their energy to their dantian, roaring in unison: "Slash..."
Saber energy converged, like a long rainbow piercing the sun.
"Boom."
That saber strike represented the soul of the Qin Family Army.
As the saber energy shot out, everything in its path was annihilated.
So powerful.
Under the amplification of overwhelming battle intent, this strike seemed to split the very heavens and earth.
"Ah..."
Screams.
Wails.
Innumerable casualties.
"Qin Family Army, number one under heaven."
After the most powerful strike, these people still charged forward fearlessly.
The imposing aura struck fear into the white-robed bishops, and terror into the crusaders.
Their hands, wielding weapons, began to falter.
The tempo of this battlefield was completely dominated by the Western Expeditionary Army.
"Kill, kill, kill."
Killing to stop killing.
This army had witnessed true mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The scene before them was merely a minor skirmish.
They had fought against heaven and earth, yet never retreated an inch.
Chen Fan and the first red-robed archbishop, who were facing off, instinctively turned their heads to look at the contingent of only twenty-three remaining soldiers.
At the forefront of the group, a figure as straight as a javelin led them forward in the charge.
It was as if unseen hands grabbed the sabers in the hands of the Western Expeditionary Army warriors, helping them to swing, making their sabers... even more powerful.
This battle raged on for a full half an hour.
"Boom!"
A muffled thunderclap sounded in the sky.
Immediately after, a torrential rain began to fall.
On the battlefield, only seven people remained.
Seven figures stood upright on the blood-soaked ground, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath their feet.
The seven raised their hands, their sabers, their voices shaking the world: "Qin Family Army, number one under heaven..."
This declaration was their military soul.
"Good."
Chen Fan couldn't help but let out a cheer. "The Qin Family Army deserves the title of number one under heaven."
These people needed recognition.
Even after five hundred years, even after being suppressed for five hundred years.
They were still that invincible army.
The seven turned and bowed.
Pride was etched on their faces.
Indeed, they were invincible.
"Hahaha."
From afar, the Old Demon roared with laughter. "Qin Family Army, number one under heaven. I, Old Chu, have nothing but cheers for you. I will slay a divine-level expert to celebrate your victory."
Clang!
A saber strike cut through the air, cleaving the seventh red-robed archbishop.
"Swallow me."
The demonic maw reappeared, devouring heaven and earth.
The fifth red-robed archbishop's body was directly swallowed into the massive demonic maw.
Bang bang bang!
The demonic maw convulsed, producing clinking sounds.
Those inside wanted to escape.
The Old Demon would not allow it, refining them with all his might.
"Whoosh!"
Blood rained down, and the demonic maw opened again, a corpse falling out.
"Go."
The first red-robed archbishop left without hesitation.
The newly appointed red-robed archbishop, Molofi, was unwilling, but the Old Demon's power filled her with deep fear, and she could only follow the first red-robed archbishop in retreat.
Neither Chen Fan nor the Old Demon stopped them.
Killing one or two red-robed archbishops was acceptable, but killing too many would drive the Angelic Conclave into a frenzy.
The war would arrive prematurely.
Hong Si and the other seven received the order and began to gather the bodies of their comrades, burying them on the spot.
"Aren't you taking them back?" the Old Demon asked.
"No need."
Not a trace of sadness could be seen on Hong Si's face. "King Qin once said, for any enemy of my Qin Family Army, even if they descend to hell, I will kill them again. My brothers are buried here, it will be convenient for them below. No need to search everywhere, they can just start killing directly."
Arrogant.
Listening to Hong Si recount the Qin Family Army, Chen Fan became very curious about that King Qin.
What kind of person was he that even after disappearing for five hundred years, those who followed him still did not forget their past glory.