For a moment, all the kings of the myriad races on the Royal Battlefield kept a wide berth from the four members of the Old Liu family. This family not only lacked martial ethics but also played by their own rules.
What was most infuriating was Emperor Wen of Han's Qiuniu. You are a divine beast, so why are you holding a guitar and singing? All the kings of the myriad races who heard Qiuniu sing became dazed, their eyes spinning, and then were beheaded by their father, Emperor Gaozu, wielding the Chixiao Sword.
Another formidable figure was Genghis Khan, who rode a giant wolf... no, he rode a Royal-grade giant wolf. He wore two sabers at his waist, but he didn't engage in direct combat. Instead, he continuously used the wolf's agility and his bow and arrows to shoot down kings of the myriad races. Some agile kings approached Genghis Khan, wanting to engage in close combat, only to see the wolf beneath him lunge and bite.
Genghis Khan did not draw his sword. Instead, he took a Suludun spear from his spatial storage and used it as a club, smashing it down on heads. This left his opponents dazed and seeing stars, and they were then emasculated and killed by the wolf.
The remaining individuals worth mentioning are undoubtedly Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, father and son. Each wielding two sabers, they cut from south to north, and from east to west. As born rebels, these two possessed an innate fierceness. You see me use one saber, but they, father and son, would each use one to cut down an opponent. They fought like desperate outlaws, looking to hack at anyone.
Just like the Emperor Battlefield, there were no casualties on the Royal Battlefield. The most severely injured were the father and son of the Old Zhu family, as they were undoubtedly the top enforcers of humanity.
Even as he was being carried away, Old Zhu was still shouting, "Who else is not convinced? Put me down, and I'll show you if I won't skewer you."
Later, Di Xin gave Old Ancestor a tap on the head and said, "Who are you calling 'Old Ancestor'? Don't you know you're the youngest here, besides your son? Shut up."
The Emperor Battlefield was brutal, as the old ancestors of the Human Alliance were all vying to kill.
The Royal Battlefield was humorous, relying on the proud sons of heaven from various dynasties of humanity to act as elders. The kings of the myriad races felt utterly wronged. They were bullied by those with superior cultivation, bullied by those with powerful physiques, bullied by entire families, and even bullied by someone riding a wolf. But it was too much to be bullied by that pair of underworld-like father and son.
In truth, it wasn't entirely the fault of the myriad races' alliance that both battlefields devolved into this. In the first royal battle, everyone felt they should just go through the motions. But humanity was so shameless; why did you summon so many ancient fierce individuals?
Isn't this like an adult beating a child? And Di Xin could even spar with ordinary Emperor-level cultivators. How dare you target these newly promoted kings of the myriad races? The only true king who came was instantly annihilated.
Compared to the battlefields of the old ancestors, the Quasi-King battle of humanity was incredibly tragic. Old Quasi-Kings like Lin Wufa, who crawled out of their graves, had only this one battle left in them. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, they would die due to the depletion of their lifespan.
Lin Wufa turned to the vigorous Quasi-Kings of the three races and said, "You young ones still have lifespan left, so don't rush to your deaths. Let us old fellows fight this first round."
The over 700 impending-death old Quasi-Kings from the three races initiated the attack against the nearly thousand Quasi-Kings of the myriad races.
Lin Wufa, wielding his great saber, his aura surging, declared, "Overlord Saber."
A massive saber energy descended, directly splitting two Quasi-Kings of the myriad races, who were about to intercept, into two.
Hong Jiao protected Lin Wufa's flank, opening his mouth and spewing nine dragon-shaped flames: "Nine Revolutions Fiery Dragon."
These two were peak Quasi-Kings, only a hair's breadth away from becoming Kings. The two fierce attacks directly carved a gap in the battle formation of the myriad races' Quasi-Kings.
Old Master Yue, riding a black giant tiger, bypassed Lin Wufa and charged into the gap in the myriad races' formation. The old master's spear thrusts rained down, a thousand spear shadows scattering outwards.
The other Human Quasi-Kings seized this opportunity to charge into the formation. The old Quasi-Kings each unleashed their most powerful signature attacks, completely abandoning their own defenses, solely focused on quickly slaying their enemies.
Lin Hai and nearly a hundred remaining Quasi-Kings from the three races watched with tears in their eyes and redness in their vision as their fellow seniors fell one by one.
"Brothers, our seniors have opened the battle formation. Now it's our turn," Lin Hai declared. As soon as he finished speaking, he, Lin Shan, and the white-haired old Quasi-King charged forward.
"Overlord Saber." Lin Hai and Lin Shan's Overlord Saber manifested. Two massive saber energies soared into the sky, passing over the Human Quasi-Kings and plunging into the army formation of the myriad races.
The white-haired old Quasi-King also transformed into an ethereal silhouette, wielding twin swords and charging towards the myriad races' army formation: "Thousand Mile Kill." He directly slew over a dozen Quasi-Kings of the myriad races in front of him.
The old Quasi-Kings of the Human Alliance also knew their situation; the longer it took, the more disadvantageous it would be. Already, old Quasi-Kings, due to extreme old age, were falling to the ground from exhaustion.
The others gritted their teeth fiercely. Feeling that breakthrough was hopeless and their remaining vital energy was about to be depleted, they dragged the surrounding Quasi-Kings of the myriad races and self-destructed.
Instantly, loud "bang, bang" sounds echoed across the battlefield.
"Hahaha, brothers, I'll go first... boom!" a human old Quasi-King, his youthful face restored, self-destructed.
"Brother, wait for me... boom!" another old Quasi-King dragged his opponent with him as he self-destructed.
The Human Kings watched this scene with hearts like twisted knives. Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, who had the desire to intervene, was stopped.
Di Xin directly spoke, barring his way, "Liu Xiu, if you intervene, these youngsters' deaths will be in vain. The battle of luck does not allow Kings to attack those below their level. Otherwise, those old ancestors just now would have directly killed the kings of the myriad races. Similarly, we cannot attack those below us, these Quasi-Kings."
Overlord Xiang Yu also added, "Old Ancestor Di Xin is right. Even if we act now, these youngsters are at the end of their lifespan. Our humanity does not fear death in battle. To die gloriously in this final battle is also a form of respect for a warrior. Moreover, after this battle, if any of these youngsters can seize the opportunity to advance to King, it will be worth it."
Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, agreed, saying, "What my elder brother said is right. Look, that young fellow Lin Wufa has a great chance of advancing. Liu Xiu, sense it. Is there not some extra boost of human luck power on him?"
Liu Xiu nodded and said, "That's right, it's also understandable. Whether it's Old Ancestor Shang Tang or Old Ancestor Di Xin, even that kid Lin Zhan has killed so many people from the myriad races. Human luck will definitely be inclined towards the Lin family for a short period."