Legend of Sword King

"Brother Chen, look!" Song Qianshu held the ancient halberd on the roof and pointed it at a small hill to his left. His fat face was filled with excitement.    

    

Of course, Cheng Qing knew what Song Qianshu was referring to. When Song Qianshu spoke, he also saw the light in that direction. This caused him to be a little dazed, as if he had seen it yesterday.    

    

The group looked in the direction Song Qianshu pointed, and they saw a light shining through the hills as bright as day. The trees and mountains were clearly visible, as if a star had fallen there. It was the light released by his Essence. The loud sound of air exploding could be heard as shadows of people could be seen shuttling through the crowd, causing the battlefield to look like the capital city's lantern market.    

    

This was the "Falling Moon Slope", the place controlled by the wolfmen. And now, the cultivators of Western Paradise had already invaded and attacked it.    

    

"Look over there!" Song Xuejun was so excited that her face turned red. She pointed to the right and almost jumped up.    

    

On the right, thirty to forty miles away, was a mound, and below it, three small rivers intersected, forming a valley. Due to the narrow terrain and the inability to effectively deploy the troops, the wolves had built a strong city there. Its defense was watertight.    

    

Right now, the river water was illuminated by the flames and Essence Qi, as if it was on fire. Countless wooden logs floated on top of it, and countless cultivators used these logs as a springboard, charging towards Fang Cheng from all directions. The wolfwalker attacked with all its might, arrows like rain, blades like the moon.    

    

The scattered Essence Qi and the attack that missed hit the river stirred up countless water columns and water curtains, causing the water to splash in all directions, beautiful beyond compare with the white and white of the sun. The sand and stones on the riverbank flew out like rain, producing a firecracker like sound of explosion.    

    

One cultivator after another fell to the ground, falling into the river bank, before the city walls. However, even more cultivators rushed past their corpses and attacked the city walls without any hesitation, engaging the wolfwalker in close combat.    

    

Not just these two places, but even further away was a bare mountain top. Groups of cultivators were like ants that were climbing upwards. Many cultivators were crushed, knocked into flying, and they could no longer climb back up. However, there were still many cultivators who nimbly avoided the boulders and charged up the mountain.    

    

From the top of the mountain, the angry and despairing howls of the wolfwalker rang out.    

    

No, not only these three places, in this narrow region that was hundreds of miles wide and hundreds of miles long, in this battlefield that was known as the Hundred Miles Battlefield, the passes, major roads, coasts, and deep forests guarded by wolf hunters, were all being attacked by a large number of cultivators.    

    

This was the decisive battle that the Western Coldness cultivators of Zhenyuan City had initiated against the wolfsmen!    

    

Those who took up the land were fearless, those who were invincible and domineering among their peers, under the moonlight tonight, let those cultivators that he called soft sheep give them a harsh shout.    

    

Even if they fought back with all their might and killed as many cultivators as they could, they would still not be able to stop their opponents' attacks. They would not be able to avoid their fate of being overwhelmed by their opponents' crowd.    

    

Fierce battles broke out everywhere, some in groups of three to five, some in groups of a hundred. They fought to the death with no signs of retreat, until they were all killed.    

    

Explosions, shouts of battle, and sounds of battle echoed in the air.    

    

It was boiling.    

    

Streams of elemental energy lit up the desolate battlefield within a hundred miles radius, turning it into a land of blood and fire. The darkness and light of this vast battlefield were extremely similar to the starry night above.    

    

Tonight, the Hundred Miles Battlefield had become a bloody graveyard for cultivators and wolfmen, a burial ground for countless hot-blooded bodies.    

    

In every direction, dozens of battle zones that were filled with bloody fire and sparkling light were resonating with the geese falling from the feet of Cheng Qing, Song Qianshu, Yang Ruoxi, and Song Xuejun.    

    

Because of a loud explosion not far away, Cheng Qing recovered from the memory of his past and the dazed look in his eyes disappeared like smoke.    

    

Unconsciously, he gripped the hilt of the Heaven Lake Sword tightly.    

    

Tonight was the night of glory for the cultivators of the Western Paradise.    

    

The Hundred Miles Battlefield between Zhen Yuan City and Sun Moon City was destined to become a place of glory for cultivators of the Western Paradise.    

    

Defeating the Wolf King and obtaining victory in the Hundred Miles Battlefield was the glory of every Western Coldsun cultivator.    

    

It was also Cheng Qing's glory.