The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1687 - You Old Immortal Ill Take You On

Chapter 1687: Chapter 1687: You Old Immortal, I’ll Take You On

Chapter 1687 -1687: You Old Immortal, I’ll Take You On

Yan Ye’s eyes narrowed in the evening light, as he looked towards Emperor Feng and Emperor Mo, who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, “I’ll leave this place to you guys. I’ll deal with this old geezer myself!”

“Alright!”

Emperor Feng and Emperor Mo were very aware that their presence today, aside from bolstering their forces’ morale, was mainly to accompany the prince in his learning. Rather than calling it a battle of the 33 Heavens, it was more like a game prepared especially for Beiting Huang.

It was only today that everyone realized that the Yanmo Heavenly Clan’s strength had not suffered any decline over the past ten thousand years. Even though their cities had fallen, their combat power had not been reduced in the slightest.

Nobody knew the exact strength of the old man from the Demon Spirit Peak, but Beiting Huang was not overly worried for Yan Ye. She was well aware of his profound and unfathomable strength.

Beiting Huang donned Silver Thunder Armor, while Xu Xiaomo led the ten thousand troops of the Nine Provinces Ink Region. Chu Feng led the Iron Blood Mercenary Group, and Lord Beiting Jing commanded the ten thousand troops from the Land of Hidden Fog that were originally supposed to be led by Beiting Huang herself.

The eldest son of Lu Yaofeng, Lu Weizhuo, led the ten thousand troops of the Sacred Wind Heavenly Region. The Azure Dragon and the White Tiger each commanded ten thousand troops from the Yanmo Heavenly Clan, surprising everyone that the seemingly declining clan had managed to preserve its strength so well over the years, which explained why the Spirit God Clan had been unable to subdue them even after ten thousand years.

The four guards were leading powerful Puppet Warriors, evidently tasked with protecting Beiting Huang’s safety.

Teacher Nan Ling, Leng Qianmo, and the four Venerables led their respective ten thousand troops, an imposing force descending like heavenly soldiers, arranged in the formation pattern laid out by Yan Ye, with overwhelming momentum.

As the battle between Yan Ye and the ancient ancestor of the Spirit God Clan began, the second echelon joined the fray. These were the powerful elder-class figures from each force, all of whom possessed Supreme Realm strength. Unfortunately, in this alliance, apart from Night Kill, who faced the Qilin Great Supreme, and Emperor Mo, who overwhelmed Feng Yin, Emperor Feng and Ming Hong faced off, while the Eastern Grand Supreme easily swept across the opposing camp’s Supreme Realm powerhouses.

These fighters seemed to be not taking the battle seriously, somewhat playfully, as the disparity between their own strength and that of their opponents was too great.

Beiting Huang was somewhat worried that while the clash between the high-level experts might be victorious, the mass battle below could result in defeat. Just then, from the ranks of the opposing camp, the Wanshou Legion under its leader’s command materialized a heaven-shattering long saber and slashed towards the camp of Beiting Huang’s forces.

The long saber was sharp, its cold gleam daunting, cleaving the entire sky, distorting the space around it.

“Form up!”

With Beiting Huang’s sharp command, her magical beasts condensed a War Soul, a powerful Nine-Colored Dragon Phoenix, which roared and its eyes flashed with an aggressive light. With a flick of its tail, it struck fiercely at the long saber hanging over their camp.

Boom!

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The massive energy blast opened up the battling ancestors above, forcing Yan Ye and the ancient ancestor to simultaneously leap backward to avoid the powerful and unrivaled shockwave that tore through the sky, revealing thechaotic streams in space.

And the long saber, before it could be fully wielded, dissipated into nothingness. Beiting Huang’s troops pierced through the enemy’s heart like a real dagger, achieving the first victory. They swept through the enemy’s ranks with ease, and as each soldier swiftly struck down their foes, the blood flowed from Tongshan like a mountain spring downwards from the peak.