Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8527: The great battle (1)
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Capítulo 8527: The great battle (1)
A spark of joy flashed across Wen Butong's features upon hearing the Withered Leaf Master's statement. He glanced around at the assembly and declared, “Looks like those fools are begging for destruction. In that case, there's no reason for us to hold back. Conveniently, the followers from every sect occupy the former island owners' spots. We've essentially encircled them already. No more courtesy is required. Launch the assault right away. Enclose every single one of them. Ensure none slips away.”
The group answered with a resounding “yes,” and hints of thrill showed on their expressions. Though they had battled extensively in their earlier days, as cultivators, fear of combat was absent among them. Excitement even stirred within. Thus, following Wen Butong's command, they swiftly began their preparations.
Soon enough, the Xuan Qing Sect's disciples positioned across the diverse islands were assembled. Guided by the sect leaders and elders, they plunged into the blood sea and sped directly toward Zhao Hai's forces. Wen Butong and his companions likewise soared from Xuan Qing Island, aiming straight at Zhao Hai's group.
Zhao Hai was aware of their approach. He promptly assembled his team and unleashed the Xenomorphs. Subsequently, they abandoned the vessel and formed ranks outside. The ship morphed into the bronze men, trailing Zhao Hai who clutched the ghost flag.
Mounted on the alien's back, Zhao Hai gripped the black sword. He strode before the formation like a commander inspecting his troops. Once he passed through, he pivoted and announced, “The foes approach shortly. This confrontation pits us against the Blood River Sea's united forces. Victory here means claiming the Blood River Sea for ourselves. All within will belong to us. Hence, this clash holds immense significance. Experts at or beyond island lord rank will advance with me. We'll target their counterparts at that level. Their sole guide is the bronze man. Strike wherever the bronze man's flag directs. No withdrawals permitted, no lagging allowed. Clear?”
The assembly affirmed in unison. Zhao Hai nodded, then instructed Chang Jun and the rest, “All island lord-level cultivators, form up beside me. Bronze man, lead the others!” Silently, the bronze statue positioned itself at the forefront of the remaining group. Chang Jun along with fellow island lord experts clustered near Zhao Hai. The whole formation grew hushed.
Moments ticked by slowly. After four hours, the Blood River Sea alliance reached Zhao Hai's position. They hemmed in Zhao Hai's side from every direction, yet remained stationary. They simply waited in stillness. This quietude built into an oppressive force that gradually extended outward.
The Blood River Sea disciples encircling them gradually fell silent too. They gazed in astonishment at the serene opposing lineup. No voices rose, though fear flickered in the eyes of some Blood River Sea followers.
In that instant, Wen Butong and his allies emerged from the throng. They regarded the lineup gravely, but held off from striking. Instead, they adhered to tradition, intending to exchange words with Zhao Hai's group prior to engagement. Such pre-battle speeches had become customary. After all, not all waged war without prior notice.
Fixing his gaze on Zhao Hai at the forefront, Wen Butong murmured lowly, “Are you Zou Xiao from the Ghostwind Bandits? Zou Xiao, what brings you to stir chaos in our Blood River Sea? Do you truly believe no one here can challenge you?” His countenance had turned fully somber as he anticipated Zhao Hai's reply.
Zhao Hai eyed Wen Butong and chuckled, “We're the Ghostwind Bandits. Must we seek your consent to raid wherever we please? If approval were necessary, we wouldn't qualify as Ghostwind Bandits. You lot chatter excessively, yet combat is inevitable. Come on, show me what you've got.”
Stunned by Zhao Hai's retort, Wen Butong stared at him and replied, “What a brazen Ghostwind Bandit. Today, I'll witness exactly what skills fuel such audacity!” With that, he gestured, summoning a tome-like magical artifact into his grasp. Then, booming like thunder, he bellowed, “Attack!” His words barely ended when he lunged ahead. Innumerable glyphs erupted from his tome, morphing into a massive golden glyph that barreled toward Zhao Hai. The golden glyph bore immense righteous Qi. This was the Righteous Sect's signature move: the Song of Righteous Qi!
The Song of Righteous Qi stood as a hallmark technique of the Confucian school. It represented a distinctive cultivation method. Its heavenly tools might include brushes, books, paintings, or ink stones, but all required the inscription of the Song of Righteous Qi. Practitioners meditated upon the Song daily to foster the righteous Qi within. This righteous Qi formed a unique energy, distinct from standard sorts. It resembled Buddhism's wish power. Such energy aided cultivation, yet functioned akin to faith power.
Faith power assisted in cultivation, offense, and defense. Yet, unleashing faith power against adversaries demanded magical support otherwise. Similarly, righteous Qi, Buddhism's vow power, and Daoism's carefree magical power operated this way. Dark sects' killing Qi or death Qi mirrored faith power too. Carefree power, killing intent, or death Qi could be honed via specific arts, influencing others subtly. Righteous Qi cultivators, for instance, had to uphold their true hearts—acting per their convictions. Violating this weakened their righteous Qi.
Vow power followed suit. Suppose one vowed a grand task but abandoned it midway; the amassed vow power would dissipate. Other powers behaved likewise. Demonic sects' killing intent or death Qi exerted stronger sway on users, risking not just loss but also personality shifts, profoundly impacting the cultivator.
Faith power, lacking side applications, emerged as the mightiest energy form. Consequently, it dominated as the primary force. Island lord experts universally pursued it. However, pairing righteous Qi with faith power created synergy, enhancing outcomes.
The Song of Righteous Qi ranked among the scholarly faction's vital techniques. It proved invaluable for nurturing their righteous Qi. In the Cloud Sea Realm, it held paramount status. Wen Butong now deployed it. The towering ten-foot golden glyphs derived from the Song, infused with vast righteous Qi, potent magic, and faith power. They surged toward Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai scoffed deeply, “Think I'm intimidated? Taste my blade!” He charged forth, slashing with his longsword. A dark sword ray burst from the weapon, bisecting the golden glyph. The ray persisted, cleaving several more glyphs before fading.
This initial clash ignited the full conflict. Zhao Hai's allies roared and pursued him toward Wen Butong's group. Wen Butong's side reciprocated, rushing at Zhao Hai's forces. The lower-tier Ghostwind Bandits, shy of island lord status, surged ahead as well. The bronze man spearheaded their advance.
The clash between factions erupted fully. Zhao Hai brandished his black flexible sword, unleashing rays that pierced forward. Wen Butong's team proved formidable, with glyphs streaming from his tome to counter the rays. Blood River Sea's sect leaders and island masters joined the fray, targeting Zhao Hai's group. Chang Jun and companions countered fiercely, engaging the assaults.
In this skirmish, Zhao Hai and his high-level allies drew the sharpest focus. Zhao Hai soloed against Wen Butong, Withered Leaf Master, and several sect heads—detaining eight top foes. His black sword slithered like a serpent, laden with chilling sword intent and deathly Qi, amplifying each blow's force. Mounted on the Xenomorph, he amplified the strain on Wen Butong's group.
Wen Butong's allies had assumed easy dominance over Zhao Hai. Yet, their combined efforts yielded no advantage; instead, overwhelming pressure mounted, as if Zhao Hai eluded their control.
Shock gripped Wen Butong and his peers. They hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's prowess. They figured a fresh island lord like him posed little threat, easily subdued. Zhao Hai's true might caught them off guard.
Even more astonishing was Zhao Hai's entourage of over 200 island lord experts. Such might rivaled the Righteous Sect itself—a revelation to Wen Butong's group.
Further startling was the unfamiliar demonic mounts bearing Zhao Hai's team. Certain Blood River Sea sect masters and island lords aimed to strike these beasts to unseat their riders. But they quickly learned this tactic failed utterly.