Chapter 1122: Against the Current

At that instant, countless powerful Genesis Qi light pillars shot into the sky. Behind Jimo, figures ascended, revealing the Saint Race team he led.

“Kill all these swine,” Wei Tuo said indifferently.

“Kill!”

Thousands of Saint Race experts immediately fixed their bloodshot eyes on the battlefield, filled with cruelty and murderous intent. In their view, these races from other heavens were truly nothing more than livestock to be slaughtered at will.

Their Saint Race was the true master of the Genesis Realm!

The Saint Race army surged forward with an imposing roar, charging into the battlefield in an utterly brutal manner.

With the Saint Race's entry, the tide of the battle turned almost instantly.

The Cangxuan Heaven Alliance instantly collapsed, with figures continuously falling from the sky, a truly tragic sight.

The great river flowing through the canyon turned dark red.

Faces within the Cangxuan Heaven Alliance showed despair. Some even lost their courage, their emotions collapsing as they rushed towards the Saint Race forces, shouting for surrender.

However, they were met by an unforgiving torrent of Genesis Qi from the Saint Race.

Figures were shredded into bloody mist.

Chu Qing watched the scene, his fingers clenched tightly. He looked down at a part of the battlefield where Li Qingchan led the Cangxuan Sect disciples. His gaze met hers, and then he took a deep breath, moving against the flow of the retreating allied forces, pushing upstream against the tide of people.

He knew that at this moment, if no one stepped forward to cover the retreat, the Cangxuan Heaven Alliance would face complete annihilation.

The crowds frantically fled backward, but Chu Qing advanced alone.

That scene was particularly tragic and heroic.

Li Qingchan and the other Cangxuan Sect disciples had red eyes, and some female disciples even began to sob.

A wisp of green smoke condensed behind Chu Qing, revealing Mu Wuji's figure.

“You can’t go to your death alone,” he sighed.

“Senior Brother Chu Qing, we’re with you!”

Some late-stage Heavenly Sun Realm cultivators from the Cangxuan Sect also rushed forward, taking positions behind Chu Qing. Their expressions were resolute, ready to face death.

Chu Qing nodded slightly, saying nothing, simply moving forward.

The top experts from the other five great Saint Sects within Cangxuan Heaven finally understood Chu Qing's intent. After a brief silence and giving quick instructions to their nearby disciples, figures began to appear one after another behind Chu Qing.

They understood that at this moment, someone always needed to step forward.

If Chu Qing of the Cangxuan Sect dared to step up, how could their five great Saint Sects have no one?

And so, Chu Qing, leading the most elite disciples of Cangxuan Heaven, advanced to meet the surging forces of the Sacred Palace and the Saint Race.

Li Xuan watched this scene, a hint of mockery in his voice. "What a truly stirring sight, Chu Qing. Do you really think this kind of rear guard action will achieve anything?"

Chu Qing did not reply. A faint Genesis Qi glow pulsed on his bald head, and the next moment, hair began to grow, cascading down like a black cloak, as if composed of countless sharp black tendrils swaying gently in the wind.

"Li Xuan, not everyone is like your Sacred Palace, content to be a dog for others," Chu Qing said calmly.

"Be careful not to kneel for so long that you can't stand up again."

Li Xuan's expression darkened, but before he could speak, a hand reached out from behind him and patted his shoulder.

Jimo stepped past Li Xuan and looked at Chu Qing, a playful smile on his face. "Such backbone... But what I enjoy most is breaking the spines of pigs like you who have backbone."

"Since you don't like kneeling, then crawl on the ground like insects forever."

His gaze, still smiling, swept over Chu Qing and the elite Cangxuan Heaven disciples behind him. "I can give others a chance. If anyone apprehends him, I can guarantee their life."

His finger pointed at Chu Qing.

Yet, no one responded. Their gazes were cold and resolute as they stared at Jimo.

Those who had resolved to stand with Chu Qing at this moment had naturally already embraced the idea of death. They simply wished to hold off the enemy for a moment longer, to buy more time for the disciples behind them to escape.

Seeing no one move, Jimo's smile widened. He then shook his head.

"Truly a foolish bunch of swine. In that case..."

"Kill them all."

He waved his hand lightly.

Behind him, the forces of the Sacred Palace and the Saint Race immediately erupted with earth-shattering killing intent, surging forward like a tide.

Their momentum was immense, like a dark cloud covering the sky, bringing with it the aura of death.

Chu Qing gazed at the vast approaching army, took a deep breath, and shouted fiercely, "For Cangxuan Heaven, to death!"

"For Cangxuan Heaven, to death!"

"To death!"

Roars echoed one after another.

The next instant, Chu Qing spearheaded the charge, his figure shooting forward, his face resolute, devoid of his usual laziness.

Behind him, Li Qingchan and many other Cangxuan Sect disciples wore sorrowful expressions. They immediately intended to turn and flee, knowing they could not waste the time Chu Qing and the others bought for them with their lives.

However, at this very moment, a piercing sound of something tearing through the air suddenly echoed from the distant horizon.

The sound grew louder and louder, finally sweeping in from the distance like rolling thunder.

The entire great canyon seemed to tremble slightly.

The sudden change startled both sides of the battlefield, and all eyes turned towards the horizon with surprise and doubt.

The next instant, countless pupils abruptly constricted.

For they saw, on the horizon, streaks of light flashing forth. These luminous forms obscured the sky as they swept across, their formidable momentum no less than that of the Saint Race army before them.

"What is this?"

Li Qingchan and many other Cangxuan Heaven disciples stared blankly at the suddenly appearing unfamiliar vast army, their scalps tingling faintly.

Chu Qing's charging figure also came to a forceful halt. His expression shifting, he watched the large army rapidly approaching from the distance. The immense aura and Genesis Qi pressure they exuded indicated that they were certainly no ordinary force.

He just didn't know whether they were friend or foe.

Jimo watched the vast streaks of light approaching from afar, his brows furrowing. His face became somewhat grim. The opposing force's momentum was in no way weaker than theirs.

He took a step forward, his calm voice echoing like thunder: "I am Jimo of the Fuhai Hall in Saint Spirit Heaven. Who are you?!"

His voice, like a tangible sound wave, spread through the void, causing it to vibrate.

Under the gaze of countless bewildered eyes, the vast army from the horizon formed an array and dispersed in the void.

The main force there parted, creating a path, and then a slender young figure walked out.

As that figure emerged, the long sword in Li Qingchan's hand clattered to the ground, slipping from her grasp. Her cool, beautiful face was now filled with shock.

Li Chunjun, Zhen Xu, and Ning Zhan also stared at the spot, somewhat dazed. The latter two even rubbed their eyes.

"Are we seeing things?" Ning Zhan murmured.

"That person, he looks a bit like..."

However, aside from them, most people remained bewildered. After all, Zhou Yuan had been away from Cangxuan Heaven for many years, and besides those who knew him well, who could still remember his appearance?

Thus, they were mostly confused by the shock displayed by Li Qingchan, Li Chunjun, and the others.

But their confusion did not last long, because as the young figure emerged in the distant sky, his calm yet oppressive voice already echoed.

"Hunyuan Heaven, Elder of Tianyuan Region..."

"Cangxuan Sect Saint Son, Zhou Yuan is here!"