To die at the hands of real soldiers—there was at least some dignity in that.But to fall to the tools of ordinary peasants, to the hoes and shovels of farmers... it was a humiliation beyond words.No matter how unwilling they were,they were already dead—cut down by the very people they once dismissed as insignificant.
"They all possess strength at the second level of the Divine Sea Realm, and have already begun opening and linking the twelve standard meridians. And these are just commoners?"
"Incredible... truly incredible! Every person is a soldier. Even ordinary folk are cultivators here, and none fear that their techniques will be leaked. This is unheard of in any other village or town."
"Even the ordinary people of Xuanhuang Town dare strike down foreign invaders with their own hands. If they have that kind of courage, why don't we? If I stand idle today, how will I ever show my face again? Damn the Scorpion race!"
"Count me in! If we can't kill them outside the town, we'll slaughter them here. You think the Human race is weak? If we stand by and watch civilians die, there's no point cultivating any further."
On the walls, numerous outsider cultivators witnessed the townspeople's resistance and were visibly shaken. Yet soon after, their eyes lit up with fierce battle intent. With furious roars, they leapt from the walls and charged the Scorpion Race warriors without hesitation.
CLANG!!
Fu Hongxue stepped off the wall.
A crisp sound rang out—the unsheathing of a long blade.Yet the blade was never seen drawn.Before him, a Scorpion warrior was silently sliced in two, cut down without warning.Only the flash of a blade was visible—not the draw itself.It wasn't that he didn't draw his blade,but that he drew it too fast for the eye to catch.
One step. Two steps. Three steps.The clear ring of the blade echoed again and again.Yet in his hand, it remained sheathed.
Still, Scorpion warriors continued to fall one after another, cleaved clean in half.Blood flowed freely where his feet fell—each step leaving a trail of crimson prints.His target—the Scorpion commander, Mo Xie.
"You want to kill me?"
Mo Xie instantly sensed the oppressive blade intent locking onto him. His hairs stood on end, a chill creeping down his spine.He looked up—right into Fu Hongxue's eyes.The murderous aura there made his face twist in fury and fear.He felt a very real threat to his life.
Meanwhile, more Scorpion warriors surged from underground.
Even though the townspeople had cultivation, they were being overwhelmed.Some were pierced through the chest by poisoned scorpion tails,others fell to curved war blades.Still, no one backed down.They all knew: there was no retreat in war.Either they died—or the enemy did.
"Shield-bearers, form defense! Spearmen, strike! Archers, shoot freely!"
Yang Yanding roared commands as he fought back tears, seeing civilians cut down one after another.These were the people they swore to protect.Though he wanted to intervene, he and his soldiers were surrounded.The only path was to kill their way through—every slain Scorpion meant one less threat to the townspeople.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Suddenly, a mighty battle drum sounded across Xuanhuang Town.Its resonance swept through the battlefield, crashing directly into people's minds.Infused with true energy, the sound was majestic and overwhelming.
Looking up, the cultivators saw—
Yi Tianxing on the wall,standing before a massive war drum made from the hide and bones of savage beasts.In both hands, he held drumsticks of bone,arms raised high as he struck the drum again and again.
The drum exuded a natural aura of killing and desolation,sweeping across the heavens.
"Battle! Battle! Battle!!"
Yi Tianxing shouted three words that shook the very heavens.His black hair whipped wildly behind him.The words rang in every mind,awakening a deep, blood-bound battle will.
"Thunder is our drum, the earth our grave, a cloud of blood covers the path ahead!"
"The wilderness is cruel, the enemy fierce—yet the Human race has never bowed!"
"Heads may roll, blood may spill, but our iron wills fight for the Nine Provinces still!"
"Ninety-nine steel blades in hand—we shall not rest till every alien stands damned!"
The verses rang out, carried by Yi Tianxing's booming voice.
In the minds of every fighter and citizen,the horrors of the Eternal Continent resurfaced—the days of being hunted by beasts, slaughtered by aliens, buried unremembered.
The Human race was weak.But never defeated.If there was no road forward—they would carve one out with blood and steel.
"Humans are not cattle. We will not die on our knees."
"If you want to kill us—we'll slaughter you instead!"
The battle chant resounded louder and louder.
On the walls, within the town,soldiers and citizens alike were overtaken by rage and a flood of war intent.A surge of energy erupted from within,unlocking power they hadn't known they possessed.
"Battle! Battle! Battle!!"
Voices roared back in unison.Red-eyed, the people fought harder.
Some even felt their strength skyrocket,one peasant swinging a shovel so hard he blasted a Scorpion warrior through the air.
This battle song—the Song of War—awakened every ounce of dormant strength.Unprepared, many Scorpion soldiers were slain outright.
"Damn it... they've fully awakened their morale and battle will,"
Mo Xie cursed.
"Once a force's morale surges like this, their strength multiplies exponentially.Battle intent reinforces every strike—this is real power."
In this storm of song and fury,the human soldiers were transformed.Their energy was like a rising tide.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
Yi Tianxing's drumming intensified.His voice became a roar:
"The beasts are fierce, the aliens strong—yet we take up blade and spear!Our blades decapitate kings; our spears pierce gods.None shall stop us—not demons, not gods!"
"We build eternal legacies, bleach the skies with bones.For our people's sake—we'll slaughter millions!"
"If we must die, let it be glorious—our unyielding souls shall bring peace to the world!"
"Abandon your ancient virtue—drink the blood of ten thousand races!Step over their bones, leave mercy behind.Let them hate us!Let them fear us!But never let them think us weak!"
Each verse thundered through the air,the killing aura rising like a storm.Human blood boiled with fury and purpose.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
Countless cultivators roared together,eyes blood-red.
The war chant spread,sung aloud with every strike and cry.Even the Scorpion warriors began to reel under the pressure,their momentum shattered.
"He's using battle song to awaken morale and battle will,"
remarked a middle-aged man named Jia,eyes glittering.
"Every soldier and civilian now fights with double their strength.It's like turning sand into a flood—unstoppable."
"Damn... even I feel like charging in,"
murmured Young Master Kongxu,his hands trembling with the urge to fight.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Come! Come! Come!!"
Yi Tianxing roared again,striking the drum anew:
"My spear, my shield—bought with the people's blood and toil.My armor, my blade—made with the people's hands.My comrades, my brothers—all sons of the people.
We rise to defend them,their lives and rights are ours to protect.Their enemies—our enemies.
Drink deep, my long blade!Guard the land!Shield the people!Never forget our vow—fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!!"
roared the soldiers.
Their eyes were full of resolution.
This was their duty—to protect the people.
If death came, let it come on the battlefield, sword in hand.