Eternal Life as False Emperor

"Hold on, everyone! Our reinforcements are already on their way and could arrive at any moment!"

Before the majestic, shimmering hall of Chixiao Hall, a middle-aged man in his forties was waving a long saber to boost morale.

Surrounding him, the sect disciples of Chixiao Hall were striving to maintain the Mountain Protection Array.

The words meant to inspire did not have a particularly strong effect.

Because everyone could see the densely packed cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race outside the sect array, resembling ants.

The cultivation of these Nether Spirit Race cultivators was not high; even the weakest disciple of Chixiao Hall could take on several of them.

But the problem now was that these Nether Spirit Race cultivators numbered several times, if not over a hundred times their own.

Moreover, four Divinity Transformation leaders occasionally attacked the Mountain Protection Array.

Making their protection array tremble and nearly collapse.

Many of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators were engulfed by the counterattack of the Mountain Protection Array.

Yet they seemed to care nothing about casualties, continuing their desperate assault on the array as if determined to break through at the cost of their lives.

All disciples of Chixiao Hall understood that once the Mountain Protection Array was breached, they would be doomed for certain.

Chixiao Hall had only two Divinity Transformation experts: one is the sect leader currently commanding the fight, and the other is the sect leader’s father.

Even if both acted together, they would have little power to resist.

As for reinforcements...

The sect leader had promised reinforcements would arrive soon, a promise uttered no fewer than ten times. Initially, they held out some hope.

But as they heard it more and more, numbness set in.

Sect Leader Zhao Shan was making every effort to maintain the authority expected of him.

He understood their current situation well; if he showed any fear or worry, their morale would collapse immediately.

By then, no one in Chixiao Hall would survive.

So no matter what, he had to grit his teeth and hold on.

Even if it meant enduring until his last breath, he needed to delay as long as possible.

As for whether there truly were reinforcements and when they would arrive, they couldn’t afford to think about it now.

"Damn Nether Spirit Race!" Zhao Shan clenched his teeth, the saber hilt creaking loudly under his grip.

Two knocks resonated, the sound of a cane striking the ground.

"With so many people watching, you better pull yourself together and not disgrace our Chixiao Hall."

"Dad? Why are you here?" Seeing the newcomer, Zhao Shan’s spirits lifted.

"What nonsense, don’t you know what time it is? If Chixiao Hall is gone, I don’t plan on living either. Before I die, I want to take down a few Nether Spirit creatures with me."

Outside the gate, the four Divinity Transformation-level experts of the Nether Spirit Race grew irritated at the prolonged siege.

"These damned humans, only know how to hide within that turtle shell and not come out."

"Tell those useless ones to step up; it’s just a measly Mountain Protection Array, and they can’t break through after all this time. What good are they?"

"Don’t put it that way; I know a bit about Chixiao Hall. This sect is affluent due to its strategic location, so they’ve spent a considerable amount on their protection array, which is certainly harder to breach than the arrays of ordinary sects."

"Actually, breaking through this turtle shell sooner isn’t impossible, as long as we make the move..."

His words were quickly interrupted by the other three: "Shut up!"

"Our strength is reserved for dealing with the experts of the Human Race."

"It’s just one Mountain Protection Array; it doesn’t warrant us expending too much strength."

"The human reinforcements could arrive any moment, so caution is imperative."

Although the three Divinity Transformation experts didn’t take action.

Under their urging, the attacks from the ordinary cultivators grew fiercer.

Despite Chixiao Hall investing considerably in the Mountain Protection Array.

The spirit vein at the sect’s location wasn’t particularly strong.

The Mountain Protection Array was holding, but excessive extraction of the spirit vein’s power meant the vein itself could barely hold on.

The array flickered a few times, then shattered instantly.

"No good!" Zhao Shan was taken aback, leaping out, swinging the Thick Earth Saber with an art known as Power Cleaves Mount Hua.

Mid-air, in the blink of an eye, a gigantic earth saber over a hundred meters formed, descending like a small mountain.

A dozen Nether Spirit Race cultivators who spotted the shattered Mountain Protection Array and rushed in to kill were pulverized by the sweeping blade.

Zhao Shan crossed over the blade for a further sweep.

Wherever the blade passed, all Nether Spirit Race cultivators who encountered it vanished in a flash.

This single blow claimed the lives of nearly a hundred Nether Spirit Race cultivators on the spot.

As the blade swept past Chixiao Hall’s grand gate, its opulence was flattened by Zhao Shan’s blade.

The disciples of Chixiao Hall, seeing their sect leader charge into battle, retreated in a perfectly synchronized manner covering one another.

Soon, they retreated to the range of the second sect array.

The second Mountain Protection Array, due to its smaller range, proved even more challenging to deal with than the first array.

The Divinity Transformation-level experts, seeing Zhao Shan rush out, immediately intended to overwhelm him in numbers and take him down.

But alas, Zhao Shan seemed to anticipate their moves, casually swinging several blades to force them back.