"Young Emperor, such bluffing tactics don't work on me. Look at your three junior brothers beside you; their panicked faces have already told me that your Wanxiang Sect hasn't brought any more people." The scar-faced young man shook the primordial weapon dagger in his hand, displaying a look of seeing through everything.
At this moment, the three brothers Bai Ren, Zhao Qiang, and Zhao Jian were all staring forward with serious expressions.
The hundred disciples of the Great Spear Sect, this number has exceeded expectations, completely inconsistent with the intelligence they had.
Even more fatal is that along with that scar-faced young man, there were a total of six in the Nirvana Realm, and a hundred in the Shape Origin Realm.
Such strength, let alone Bashan City, even a large city under Wanxiang Sect with a resident in the Nirvana Realm, couldn't resist this power.
Moreover, even if they sought aid from the sect, it would take at least two days to reach Bashan City.
But the three of them discovered that their senior brother Lin Qian's face seemed rather relaxed.
Initially, the three also thought Lin Qian was bluffing, but looking at his expression, it seemed otherwise.
"Could it be that the senior brother secretly asked for help from the sect long ago?" Bai Ren tightly gripped the folding fan in his hand, speculating inwardly.
"Indeed, no one from the Wanxiang Sect has come." Lin Qian smiled, his soul power dissipating from his body, his muscles relaxing, showing a posture of not preparing to make a move, "But my people have come."
The scorching sun was high in the sky, casting bright light across the entire plaza.
But after Lin Qian finished speaking, small shadows appeared on the ground, and they continued to expand.
The shadow in front of Lin Qian expanded the fastest, gradually forming a human figure.
Bang!
When the sound of metal clashing with the ground rang out, scattering stones, a valiant man in black dragon silver armor landed on one knee before Lin Qian.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of heavy armor hitting the ground incessantly echoed over the plaza as heavily armored soldiers wielding long spears landed on one knee, facing Lin Qian.
The general kneeling before Lin Qian was the personal guard general in his previous life's game, the strongest developing general he had created: Zhao Long!
And the heavily armored, spear-wielding soldiers kneeling around them were one of the most basic units in the game empire, the spearmen.
Even for the lowest rank soldiers, Lin Qian in his past life spent money to make them the best.
Heavy Armor Technology: Max level!
Mystic Spear Technology: Max level!
Life Technology: Max level!
Attribute Technology: Max level!
Lin Qian was very proud and confident that if this world allowed Shape Origin Realm Soul Martial artists to form an army, his lowest rank soldier army would be the strongest!
"Trying to outnumber me? You have a hundred people, I have a thousand!" Looking at the scar-faced young man who once appeared invincible and now stood trembling, Lin Qian chuckled mockingly, pointing at him.
"All soldiers, they plan to kill me. What should we do with such people?"
No sooner had Lin Qian finished speaking than Zhao Long sprang up from the ground, his eyes red, roaring furiously, "Outrageous, where does this bastard come from, daring to have such a disrespectful thought towards His Majesty deserves death by a thousand cuts. Truly deserves death by a thousand cuts, and we must exterminate their nine families, wipe them out completely."
"Kill!" Enraged to the point of madness, Zhao Long immediately led the thousand-man force that descended from the heavens, transforming into a torrent of steel, charging towards the Great Spear Sect and the Li family.
In an instant, the two sides clashed together.
"Mere Shape Origin Realms dare…" A disciple of the Great Spear Sect in the Nirvana Realm looked at the cold, unemotional eyes of the soldier before him. He unleashed the formidable strength of the Nirvana Realm, his primordial weapon armed, and slashed fiercely at a spear-wielding soldier in front of him.
Clang!
The Nirvana Realm disciple of the Great Spear Sect stared in disbelief at his empty hands, stunned.
"Why? I am in the Nirvana Realm, yet I can't cleave through the armor of a Shape Origin Realm, and my primordial weapon was knocked away?" Staring at the soldier he had struck down, who got up from the ground unscathed, he couldn't understand.
Puff!
In the next moment, several spearheads came thrusting from several directions simultaneously, breaking through the soul power shielding his body and piercing his flesh.
The other disciples of the Great Spear Sect and members of the Li family were equally horrified to find that the soldiers in front of them, with cold, emotionless eyes, were like steel monsters.
The spears, sharp enough to easily pierce through their protective soul power, and the armor so sturdy that their attacks could only leave a white mark on the surface.
The strongest among this group, the scar-faced young man, swung his dagger wildly, the soul power condensing into a blade that constantly slashed at Zhao Long.
Zhao Long, holding a silver spear, merely walked toward the scar-faced young man with a grim expression, not dodging the soul power blades, letting them explode on him.
However, this formidable attack only turned into black smoke lingering around Zhao Long, gradually dissipating.
"Impossible, how could this be possible?" The scar-faced young man looked at Zhao Long, who had walked up to him, despairingly giving up resistance, letting the dagger in his hand drop to the ground and then disintegrate into a small red knife and metallic ball.
With disdain on his face, staring at the vacant and lost scar-faced young man, Zhao Long said, "You garbage dare to offend the imperial might—guilty of death!"
With that, Zhao Long lifted his spear and pierced through the scar-faced young man's heart.
This descending army crushed the disciples of the Great Spear Sect and members of the Li family on all fronts.
When people from the Great Spear Sect appeared one after another, claiming they would massacre the city, those present were plunged into despair and fear.
But immediately, the army following Lin Qian's orders easily shattered this fear.
"Today, the weather is really nice." Ye Nanxin looked up at the sky, murmuring softly.
Meanwhile, in a dark, shadowy water dungeon at an indeterminate distance from Bashan City, a bloodied, wounded man was imprisoned.
Outside the water dungeon, a beautiful woman stood, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at the man inside, "Brother Lin, what should I do? I regret coming back so much."
"No hardship is too great; they won't take my life. But Little Yun, no matter what they say, if it can cure Qianer's Martial Soul, don't agree, don't tell them Qianer's whereabouts."
"I'd rather he be a cripple, living an ordinary life than let my son get involved." The woman nodded continuously, her eyes full of sorrow and longing, "I wonder how Qianer is doing now."
In the council hall of the Ye family, important figures of Bashan City surrounded a young man with obsequious smiles, offering him tea, massaging his shoulders and legs.
Unaware of his parents' suffering, Lin Qian, with a face full of helplessness, told the crowd to disperse, "Why are you all gathered around me? Sit down properly, all of you!"
As soon as Lin Qian spoke, the crowd instantly scattered like a whirlwind, obediently sitting down in the council hall.
"Having the enemy say this matter doesn't feel right." After seeing everyone seated, Lin Qian stood up, nodding at them, "I am this time's Inspector of Bashan City, Lin Qian of the Wanxiang Sect, also known as the Young Emperor."
"Tomorrow, the Bashan Wanxiang Trial will continue as planned, and each family will receive an extra slot to participate in the competition. The reward slots for the competition will also increase accordingly."
After Lin Qian finished speaking, everyone present beamed with joy.
But after finishing his speech, Lin Qian's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.
Before losing consciousness, Lin Qian only saw Ye Nanxin rushing over anxiously.