Eternal Life as False Emperor

Zheng Yi immediately turned around and fled back into the Sect’s Mountain Protection Array.

When the few Divinity Transformation Experts chased up, they couldn’t even see Zhao Shan’s shadow anymore.

"Despicable humans, do you have nothing but hiding?"

"If you still count as cultivators, come out and fight us head-on."

"Don’t worry, we guarantee to duel you one-on-one, we absolutely won’t bully you with numbers."

Though Zhao Shan looks quite old, in terms of cultivators, he is still considered relatively young.

How could he stand this provocation? He immediately gritted his teeth and agreed: "Fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain on his foot.

Mr. Zhao put away his cane and said coldly: "Have you come to your senses? Even such childish provocation, you fell for it? How did I give birth to such a fool as you."

The four Nether Spirit Race cultivators, seeing their efforts thwarted, could only continue to force ordinary Nether Spirits to keep attacking the Mountain Protection Array.

The attack started at dawn and continued until the sun hung high in the sky.

The Nether Spirit Race had a large number of cultivators, so nighttime didn’t affect them much.

Hence, these guys kept attacking relentlessly, giving Chixiao Hall no chance to rest.

If their people were tired or overly exhausted, they would retreat to rest, replacing them with fresh forces to continue attacking.

Disciples from Chixiao Hall could only fight desperately to hold on.

A disciple from Chixiao Hall spat out blood and fell softly, his life status unknown.

Those around him didn’t even have the luxury to check his injuries, because any slack could turn into total disaster.

The white-haired, old Mr. Zhao tapped his cane twice on the ground, vanished, and reappeared beside the fallen disciple.

He bent down to check him, seemingly muttering to himself, but his voice was loud enough for everyone around to hear:

"Scared the old man think he wouldn’t make it, turns out he’s just suffering from excessive spiritual qi consumption. Taking some qi supplement elixirs and sleeping will be fine."

After sorting out this disciple, Old Zhao used his cane to lift him and returned to Zhao Shan, finding a flat spot to lay him down.

Zhao Shan, holding a long sword, sat with an expressionless face without moving. Seeing his father return, he quietly communicated his concern: "How is he, no issues?"

"This kid’s pretty lucky, he didn’t suffer any serious injuries. But the next or the one after might not be so fortunate." Mr. Zhao said solemnly.

In battles of this scale, once people start getting injured or killed, more and more will suffer injuries.

Just as Mr. Zhao predicted, under the high-intensity attacks from the Nether Spirit Race cultivators, one injury after another appeared.

These injuries became more severe, and by the third hour of the night, a Chixiao Hall disciple had died on the spot.

Zhao Shan picked up the Thick Earth Saber, stood up, and faced the four Nether Spirit Race Divinity Transformation cultivators.

"Dying in battle is nothing to fear."

He was most relieved that, because of the news of several sects being attacked by the Nether Spirit Race, Zhao Shan cautiously sent all Chixiao Hall family members to safety in advance.

Now, they could fight desperately without any regrets.

Before the Mountain Protection Array was completely broken, Zhao Shan was brewing his strongest attack.

Old Zhao sighed long and deeply, also locking onto a Nether Spirit expert, ready for a life-risking fight.

The Nether Spirit experts saw through their intentions.

These few not only didn’t fear but instead sneered, "Humans are really predictable, at times like these they act the same."

"If they think they can threaten our brothers’ lives this way, then they’re indeed naive."

"But don’t say it like that; shouldn’t they at least have some hope, right?"

A few Nether Spirits laughed wildly.

However, unbeknownst to them, three people were rapidly closing the distance at a spot about a thousand meters away.

Fengg Xia held a lotus the size of an umbrella, its pollen isolating all Divine Sense techniques.

Unless extremely close, one couldn’t see the three people behind this lotus at all.

Lin Junrong said worriedly: "Elder Zheng, we need to act soon. The Mountain Protection Array of Chixiao Hall won’t hold for long."

Zheng Yi countered with a question: "In Elder Lin’s opinion, about how long can they hold?"

Lin Junrong carefully observed Chixiao Hall’s Mountain Protection Array: "At most, I fear it won’t hold longer than a quarter of an hour."

Zheng Yi deliberated privately for a moment: "We’ll act after half of that. I’ll first take down one, then restrain another. You four will simultaneously target the remaining two, using maximum force to eliminate them swiftly."

Despite how much Lin Junzhong and Fengg Xia trusted Zheng Yi, hearing this plan, their mouths dropped in shock, looking at Zheng Yi as if he were crazy.

As if asking Zheng Yi, "Are you sure you’re not kidding?"

Zheng Yi’s strength was undoubtedly strong; even though he was merely at the Golden Core Stage, he wasn’t without fighting power against Divinity Transformation Stage.

But a Golden Core Stage cultivator confidently claiming he could instantly kill a Divinity Transformation cultivator was extremely far-fetched.

Seeing the two didn’t believe him, Zheng Yi revealed a small flying sword: "This flying sword unleashes a Sword Qi attack about thirty percent the strength of an Enlightenment Expert."

That one sentence was more effective than thousands of words.

The power was of Enlightenment level, something even Divinity Transformation cultivators couldn’t withstand.

"If things go wrong, we’ll each restrain a Divinity Transformation expert and wait for Zhao Family father and son to support us."

"If they don’t act and choose instead to watch the fight, we’ll leave. There’s no need to get injured or risk dying for such people."

"Understood." Lin Junrong and Fengg Xia nodded simultaneously.

Chixiao Hall’s attack continued.

Their second array was flickering, even as sect disciples struggled to support it, they couldn’t hold much longer.

Those Divinity Transformation experts were also preparing to defend against the Zhao family’s surprise attack.

Despite their arrogant words seemingly dismissing the Zhao family, in reality, they took this battle extremely seriously.

As the Chixiao Hall’s Mountain Protection Array was about to break, out of nowhere, the four Nether Spirit experts suddenly felt an intense force locking onto them.

"Enemy attack!"

Their response was quick, immediately identifying Zheng Yi and others’ direction of attack.

Upon realizing there was even a Golden Core Stage cultivator involved in the ambush.

Their tension and caution quickly turned into boundless rage.

"Damn humans, are they underestimating us?"

"They can’t seriously think a mere Golden Core cultivation can contend with Divinity Transformation experts?"

"Overestimating themselves."

Little did they know, as they belittled Zheng Yi, he had already secretly taken out a small flying sword.

Calculating the distance between both sides, Zheng Yi slowly infused spiritual qi into the small sword.

As both sides reached the optimum attack range, Zheng Yi suddenly raised the small flying sword, targeting the strongest among the Nether Spirit cultivators.

"Behold my Sword Qi!"

Boom!

The Sword Qi from the Enlightenment Stage expert roared fiercely into existence.

The strongest Nether Spirit cultivator didn’t even comprehend what happened before half of his body was shattered by the Sword Qi, collapsing limply.

The whole battlefield was shaken.

A formidable Divinity Transformation expert, the strongest Nether Spirit combatant present.

Instantly vanquished with a single exchange?