Chapter 1217 God-Tier Warrior

• “...” Old Demon fell silent. He was a lone wolf, a fighter who always worked solo. He’d never seen real war, never fought in a battlefield. In that arena, he was green as grass. “Alright.” Old Demon shut up. Just follow the veteran. At that moment, Hong Four waved a hand behind him. A soldier from the Tyndall family’s army stepped out of formation, took seven strides forward, and called out in a booming voice, “Fight or submit. You’ve got three minutes to choose. When the three minutes are up, the army will breach the city. Anyone above Nascent Soul level—no mercy.” This was war. A war sweeping across the whole Damelia continent. No one could stay out of it. The voice rolled through Norton City, its sheer pressure making the entire place feel like it couldn’t breathe. Inside the city, the loyal believers of the Angel Holy Order stirred. “Hmph.” A bishop in white stepped out of the gates. He faced the army with zero fear and even sneered, “A bunch of trash, daring to provoke the Angel Holy Order? Norton City will never bow.” “If you want to cross here, you’ll pay with your lives.” The Angel Holy Order had shown up, and the people of Norton City finally exhaled. Some even started heckling: “You think you can take the Angel Holy Order with this sorry lot? Dream on...” “Ha! Frogs in a well. You won’t make a splash...” “Norton City alone can wipe you out...” “...” The taunts grew louder and louder. The noise spilled out of the gates and right into the ears of the Tyndall army. The soldiers stood like statues, as if they heard nothing at all. It was the cultivator crowd trailing behind that started to get antsy. A white-robed bishop had appeared—instinctive fear kicked in for some. For years, the Angel Holy Order had sat on everyone’s chest like a mountain. No one had ever dared fight back. But as they stared at the Tyndall soldiers up front, the panic eased bit by bit. It was just a thousand-man unit, but it felt like an anchor in a storm. Hong Four’s eyes were already shut, his face calm. Inside, he was counting down. Three minutes. Time’s up. Hong Four opened his eyes. Every Tyndall soldier opened theirs in the same breath. Ching! Hong Four drew his blade. Ching-ching-ching! A thousand blades left their scabbards at once. In a blink, flames roared up to the sky. A single colossal flaming saber rose over a thousand heads, heavy with the taste of ruin. “Tyndall Army.” Hong Four’s voice rolled out, “Enter the city. Cut down every cultivator above Nascent Soul. Kill—” “Kill!” A thousand voices answered, thundering like a million-strong host. Boom! The next second, a thousand men took to the air. “Old Demon, breach the gate.” Inside the formation, even Old Demon took orders from Hong Four. Old Demon said nothing. He pulled in his demonic aura and slammed a fist forward. “Boom!” The demon fist surged, covering everything ahead. The white-robed bishop’s face changed. He barked, “Activate the city’s grand formation!” “Hum!” A light shield climbed up from the walls and wrapped the whole city. The demon fist hit. Boom! One punch—sky cracking, earth splitting. The walls groaned and popped. Cracks laced across the stone like spiderwebs. With a deafening crash, the wall caved in. “Kill!” The Tyndall soldiers swept past Old Demon, pouring into the city. The bishop who had been mouthing off tried to fight back, but a flaming saber chopped down. “Sss.” His arrogance from a second ago shattered against what stood before him. The bishop died on the spot. “Kill!” The thousand soldiers split into teams of ten and scattered in a heartbeat, charging in all directions. “Anyone above Nascent Soul—no mercy.” Hong Four spoke again, and his voice carried beyond the walls. It reached the ears of the cultivators in Wenlan City: “You get one chance to choose. Either withdraw now and leave the battlefield, or surround Norton City. If anyone above Nascent Soul tries to flee, cut them down immediately.” “You’ve got three minutes to think.” With that, Hong Four took nine men, formed a ten-man squad, and started hunting Nascent Soul cultivators in the city. Old Demon frowned at his side. “Why not tell them ahead of time? Saying it now feels a bit...” “Hmph.” Hong Four snorted. “We don’t give them time to react. Three minutes is plenty for a choice. A choice made right now—under pressure—is the only one we can trust.” On the battlefield, Hong Four played the mind game like a pro. Whatever the people outside chose, the inside was already a bloodstorm. “No—” A Nascent Soul expert, badly wounded, tried to run. “Why? I didn’t resist Wenlan City. Why kill me—” Sss! Ten flaming sabers answered him. The blades fell as one and cut him down in an instant. “Quit whining.” The ten-man squad cursed under their breath and moved on. They’d already given everyone a shot—three minutes to choose. No choice was the clearest choice. “Kill!” The Tyndall army’s slaughter began. One after another, experts above Nascent Soul fell under the flaming blades. Boom! A god-tier warrior showed himself. “Kill.” So what if he was god-tier? Ten formed a battle array and still went in for the kill. The Tyndall Army—number one under the heavens. That slogan alone told you just how wild they’d been back then. Even after five hundred years, they dared to shout it again. Out of the ten soldiers, only three were at Nascent Soul level, yet they still squared up to a god-tier monster head-on. “Rumble-rumble-rumble!” The long street kept exploding. Buildings on both sides weren’t spared either, collapsing one after another. “Ah—” Innocents got dragged into the fight. “Back off!” The ten soldiers scowled. Bad timing didn’t even cover it—who rushes toward a battle like this? “Kill!” Ten blades. Flames tore across the sky. “Looking for death.” The god-tier warrior roared, fury blazing. A bunch of nobodies dared to challenge him.