Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8681: The king (1)

Peace reigned for over two hours before the pervasive gray fog gradually parted. From within, a colossal black Army emerged, the fog acting like a drawn curtain revealing a force akin to a bride unveiled from a sandy shroud, finally showing her true form.

The sight of the approaching Army sent shockwaves through the Blood Slaughter Sect's ranks. They could immediately discern that the enemy comprised at least a million soldiers, and that was merely what met the eye. Who knew how many more legions lay concealed behind the gray veil?

Soon, all eyes were drawn to a magnificent hall positioned at the heart of the enemy's formation. It was an imposing palace, drawn forward by eight colossal flood dragons. The inscriptions on the two grand banners preceding the palace were glaringly obvious: "Northern Wei Mansion" and "Shadowmist General."

Flanking this grand hall, innumerable shadow generals astride monstrous serpents stood guard. They advanced with an unnerving silence, not a single sound breaking the stillness save for the metallic rasp of their armor plates. Yet, this seemingly unending legion exuded an immense pressure that weighed heavily on the people of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

The enemy's vanguard halted approximately ten li from their position. The royal palace glided onward, eventually settling at the center of the Army, roughly fifteen li from Zhao Hai. A buffer of over ten li of empty space lay between them, also under the enemy's watchful eye.

“You must be Zhao Hai? Heh, your name has just reached my ears. To be perfectly candid, I find myself somewhat impressed. I never anticipated discovering an expert of your caliber within the Blood Sea Realm. Truly remarkable,” a sonorous voice resonated. Though gentle, the voice possessed an undeniable majesty, compelling listeners to subconsciously lower their heads. What was even more astonishing was the absence of any discomfort with this subservience; it felt natural, as if the speaker was inherently destined to command such deference.

This effect, achieved solely through voice before even visual contact, was utterly terrifying. It not only indicated the speaker's perpetual high standing but also hinted at an unfathomable depth of power, his consciousness capable of profound transmission through mere sound.

The blood slaughter sect's experts visibly faltered upon hearing the voice. Despite being only auditory, it exerted an unparalleled pressure. They had never conceived of an individual so potent that a single utterance could impose such a burden upon them.

“Indeed, I am Zhao Hai. I never anticipated that royalty itself would grace our Blood Sea Realm on this occasion. My apologies for my lack of proper etiquette,” Zhao Hai responded, his gaze fixed upon the palace. He stood unmoving, not even utilizing the alien king for support, appearing as an ordinary cultivator.

His voice, though not boisterous, carried clearly to every individual present, as if engaging in a casual conversation with a companion across a table. Yet, this calm delivery acted as a balm, cleansing the hearts of all who heard it. Any residual awe or fear inspired by the Northern Wei King's commanding presence evaporated completely.

Simultaneously, a collective gasp of realization rippled through the gathered cultivators. Their nascent confrontation had truly commenced the moment the enemy Army materialized. The enemy's grand display was designed to intimidate, to crush their morale through sheer presence. The Northern Wei King's opening words were intended to further erode their spirits, pushing them towards utter demoralization until they were overwhelmed, leaving them with no true choice but to cede or surrender, granting the enemy an unassailable advantage.

However, their calculations had overlooked Zhao Hai's presence within the Blood Slaughter Sect. While the enemy's aura might instill fear in others, it held no sway over Zhao Hai. Having witnessed countless momentous events, he remained unfazed by any imposing presence. Consequently, Zhao Hai met the challenge with unwavering calm. He understood his opponent's intentions but remained indifferent. Trusting in his own capabilities, he believed he could face an army of millions single-handedly. Fear was a stranger to him, rendering his opponent's maneuvers utterly futile in his eyes.

The opponent clearly hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai being unaffected by his aura, leaving him momentarily stunned. After a slight pause, his voice returned, tinged with a newfound amusement, as if he'd stumbled upon something intriguing. 'Zhao Hai, you truly are interesting. What gave you the audacity to confront us with merely five hundred thousand troops, especially after I dismantled the Alliance of the six major sects? Don't tell me you harbor genuine disregard for the lives of your sect's disciples? From your conduct, you are hardly a commendable sect master!'

His words weren't solely directed at Zhao Hai but were intended to resonate with every disciple of the Blood Slaughter Sect, a clear tactic to sow discord. This was obviously a test of Zhao Hai's response; a misstep could severely damage the disciples' morale.

'We are the Blood Slaughter Sect!' Zhao Hai replied calmly, gazing towards the imposing structure. 'We are the Blood Slaughter Sect, a force that never cowers before the might of our enemies. Ye Mo stated, 'By your familiarity with the Blood Sea Realm, it confirms my earlier conjecture. You infiltrated the Blood Sea Realm's isolated market with a spy to gather intelligence. Consequently, you are privy to all that transpired within. Naturally, you are also aware of our Blood Slaughter Sect's past annihilation, orchestrated by an Almighty from the Upper Realm.''

Zhao Hai took a deliberate pause. He fixed his gaze on the man and declared in a profound tone, 'When the Almighty from the Upper Realm descended upon us, we did not passively await our demise. We chose to fight back, and every disciple stood their ground. Our sect's elders wielded our signature divine artifact, the Blood Slaughter Saber, inflicting two injuries upon the Almighty from the Upper Realm – a severed finger and another wound. Though we were defeated, we faced an Almighty from the Upper Realm. Our loss was solely in might, never in courage. Despite the outcome, we displayed the backbone of the Blood Slaughter Sect, proving to all that even when confronted by vastly superior foes, we possess the resolve to draw our blades. We are disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect; how could we possibly allow its name to be tarnished? Thus, regardless of your numbers or your power, if you stand as our adversary... we shall unsheathe our weapons. This is the way of our Blood Slaughter Sect!'

Although Zhao Hai's voice remained steady, a profound warmth spread through the hearts of all the disciples. Instinctively, they straightened their backs, an overwhelming sense of pride swelling within them. After all, they were indeed disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

The Prince of Beiwei remained silent for an extended period, seemingly contemplating Zhao Hai's words, yet perhaps also processing the sheer impact of them. After a considerable interval, an individual materialized before the hall. Clad in resplendent white robes, he possessed striking handsomeness, appearing to be in his early twenties but with eyes radiating profound wisdom. His black hair, a well-defined nose, and sharp, sword-like eyebrows complemented his exceptionally fair complexion. A jade belt cinched his waist, and he idly toyed with a piece of white jade. Notably, he stood barefoot, exuding an aura of effortless ease, yet his presence commanded an immense power. Standing before him, one felt the inherent nobility of a natural sovereign. Even in such unadorned attire, his innate regality surpassed all others. As a king in his own right, he required no ostentatious display to affirm his status; his very being proclaimed his sovereign right, even in his bare feet.

The Prince of Beiwei surveyed Zhao Hai and the army of the Blood Slaughter Sect arrayed behind him. A smile graced his lips, and he spoke in a deep, resonant voice, 'I once believed I possessed a thorough understanding of the Blood Sea Realm. Ye Mo remarked, 'I presumed the Blood Slaughter Sect was finished. I thought that after my victory over the forces of the six major sects, the Blood Sea Realm would capitulate, with none daring to defy me. Perhaps the remnants of the six major sects would offer token resistance, but they were no match for me. Now, however, I realize my error. My true adversaries are not the people of the six major sects; they are merely dust in the wind, incapable of stirring any significant disturbance. They are unworthy of being considered my opponents. I have but one true rival, and that is you, Zhao Hai, the Sect Leader of the Blood Slaughter Sect. Hahahaha, fascinating, truly fascinating. After the debacle of the six major sects, I anticipated an utterly tedious affair, devoid of any worthy opponents. But now, I see that events are far more compelling than I initially imagined, all thanks to your emergence.'

&Quot;It is my honor to be your opponent,&Quot; Ye Mo declared. &Quot;However, in my estimation, you are not that formidable. Although you hail from the Shadow Realm, I do not believe you to be its true sovereign. Consequently, even if I vanquish you, it does not signify the defeat of the Shadow Realm. Nevertheless, this is inconsequential. Upon defeating you, I shall turn my attention to the six major Sects. Once I have unified the Blood Sea Realm, I will undoubtedly lead my forces into the Shadow Realm. I am eager to confront the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm.&Quot; &Quot;Can you withstand my assault? This is futile,&Quot; Zhao Hai proclaimed, gazing at the Beiwei Lord with a resonant voice.

Zhao Hai's pronouncement left the Lord of Beiwei utterly astonished. His smile faltered, freezing on his countenance before erupting into hearty laughter after a considerable pause. &Quot;Hahaha, how intriguing, truly fascinating! I had presumed myself to be sufficiently audacious, yet I never anticipated encountering an individual even more unhinged than I within this very place!&Quot;