Chapter 1685: Complete Chaos

Sizzle!

Blade energy crisscrossed, space shattered, and a fierce killing aura broke through the air, stabbing at the soul.

You're asking for death!

Seeing this guy attack without a word, Bo Xin's brows twitched in anger. He tapped his long spear in the air and met the assault.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Blade and spear clashed, illuminating the entire sky with radiance.

Both were Immortal Realm experts nearing Great Perfection, almost invincible below the Ancient Saints. As they fought with all their might, heaven and earth shattered, and even the light of the blood moon was obscured, losing its color.

Is this guy crazy...

The more he fought, the more frustrated Bo Xin became.

This man had just sent someone over, agreed to the terms, and arranged a meeting. Bo Xin had prepared what to say, but before half an hour had passed, the man charged over, fighting as if his life depended on it. What was he trying to do?

Had he eaten gunpowder or something?

Wumu, you're breaking the alliance. If anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to report you to Emperor Chenling! Unable to hold back any longer, Bo Xin shouted.

Report me? If you have the guts, come at me openly. You attacked my subordinates, and you think I'm afraid of you reporting me?

On the verge of exploding, Wumu's long blade turned into a hurricane, every strike lethal.

Attacked your subordinates? What are you talking about? Bo Xin was stunned. Don't slander me!

Hemu, Guili... three of them joined forces, able to contend with an Immortal Realm Great Perfection. Who else could it be but you... Wumu gritted his teeth.

His three subordinates were all Immortal Realm experts, albeit at the early stage, but their combat power was astonishing. To kill them silently, no one else here could do it except this man.

Moreover... this guy had even thrown the corpses at their camp gate, seen by many.

You mean I killed Hemu, Guili, and the others?

Pausing for a moment, Bo Xin frowned. Just as he was about to explain, he saw flames suddenly flare up in his own camp, as if someone had set the tents on fire.

Then a voice rang out from the crowd:

Emperor Chenling's side never intended to ally with us. They set up an ambush to kill us. Now Commander Wumu has led his men to attack...

The voice was loud and clear, cutting through the quiet camp like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Instantly, everyone was in an uproar.

Many soldiers had seen Wumu and Bo Xin fighting in the sky, each strike lethal. They hadn't understood what was happening, but now they suddenly realized the truth, and fury boiled within them.

Fight them!

They wanted to attack us and still made excuses. Shameless!

Brothers, charge! We, the lineage of Emperor Chenxing, must not be looked down upon...

We've long found them disagreeable. Kill them all...

...

Shouts erupted abruptly, igniting the blood of countless soldiers. But these were disciplined troops; though furious, they did not move without explicit orders.

What are you waiting for? They've already bullied us to our faces, and you still won't act...

A black-armored man flew over.

The soldiers glanced at him and recognized him as one of their 'commanders.' Without further hesitation, they roared and charged toward the enemy camp.

...

Wumu and Bo Xin, still fighting in the air, were clearly taken aback by this turn of events. They paused involuntarily.

Something's wrong...

Wumu's brows twitched.

Though furious, as a commander, he was no fool. The shout had come too conveniently, instantly igniting everyone's emotions. If it wasn't premeditated, he wouldn't believe it.

Helin, Chunmu, Baiye... you go quickly and see to it that no fighting breaks out...

He hurriedly turned to give orders.

They had just formed an alliance, and before even facing the masters, they were fighting among themselves. How would they explain this to Emperor Chenling?

A commander must not act on impulse.

Yes!

Several men hurried off. Before long, a commander named Helin rushed back: Commander, it's bad! When their men saw us, they attacked without a word, slaughtering wildly. Chunmu, Baiye... tried to stop them and were killed!

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and several corpses lay on the ground, their breaths gone.

Seeing the bodies on the ground, Wumu staggered, his eyes bloodshot.

Bo Xin, I've tolerated you again and again, but you've gone too far...

A dozen of his commanders had been killed in the blink of an eye—seven or eight of them. Unable to bear it any longer, he swung his blade again.

Brother Wumu, I don't think this is that simple. My men couldn't have killed yours...

Bo Xin hurriedly said, but before he could finish, a black-armored man flew over: Commander, six of our commanders have been killed. But even in death, they took eight of theirs with them...

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and six black-armored corpses lay on the ground.

In the chaos just now, he had also sent men to investigate, only to find that all six had been killed.

Wumu... what do you have to say?

Unable to hold back any longer, Bo Xin's face twitched, and he ground his teeth.

Well done!

Wumu let out a long roar.

He had thought his side was on the defensive, but it turned out his men were no weaker—they had already killed six of the enemy's commanders.

It seems you're serious. In that case, it's a fight to the death!

Hearing those words, Bo Xin could no longer restrain himself. He raised his spear and thrust it forward.

Whoosh!

Spear energy surged. Going all out, he revealed that he had comprehended the true essence of the spear path, his strength formidable.

Wumu was not to be outdone. His blade energy flowed continuously, clearly having comprehended the true essence of the blade path.

In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle, evenly matched.

Complete chaos...

In the crowd, a black-armored man holding a long spear watched the two fighting fiercely, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

It was Zhang Xuan.

The black-armored commander who had just reported was him in disguise.

If these commanders were gathered together, he might not be able to ambush them. But scattered, and with his ability to transform into countless forms, killing them was as easy as slicing vegetables. In just ten minutes or so, he had killed no fewer than fifteen commanders from both sides.

With these corpses and his ability to mimic their appearances, even the brilliant strategists Wumu and Bo Xin were provoked beyond reason.

They could never imagine that someone could disguise themselves as their most trusted subordinates, to the point where even they couldn't tell the difference.

Commander Baiqin, what are you doing here? The fighting has started over there...

As he was watching the spectacle, a black-armored man flew up to him. Without a word, Zhang Xuan raised his blade and struck.

Crack!

The man's head fell to the ground.

After killing him, Zhang Xuan's face changed, becoming that of a commander from the other side. Then a voice rang out from the crowd:

Commander Baiqin has been killed! Everyone, avenge him...

The voice was loud and clear, echoing through the crowd.

Since chaos had begun, let it become even more frenzied!