World of Cultivation Nine Hundred and Six – The Death of Mi Nan

Princess Xia felt a tremor of apprehension.

Having led her clan for years, she had guided them through a period of significant growth. Although they constantly navigated the perilous divide between major powers, she possessed a quiet strength beneath her gentle exterior, her resolve unyielding and her spirit unbowed. Her entire clan held her in deep respect.

She retained the same captivating beauty she had possessed in Great Peace City, though it was now imbued with a more mature grace.

The unexpected summons, however, still stirred unease within her. The Mo Shen Temple loomed as a formidable power, demanding her deference, and the Nether King, an even greater force, instilled a sense of caution and uncertainty. In recent days, she had closely observed the conflict between the Nether King and the Mo Shen Temple. The fighting was fierce, and the Mo Shen Temple found itself on the defensive.

Within the Hundred Savage Realm, the Mo Shen Temple had failed to secure any allies. It had become widely accepted that it was only a matter of time before the Nether King subjugated all the surrounding 'mo'. This individual, poised to potentially rule over all 'mo', had abruptly summoned her. Princess Xia was left to ponder whether this summons signaled good fortune or impending disaster.

“Please, enter. The King has been awaiting your arrival,” a senior 'mo' battle general said courteously, gesturing Princess Xia inside.

With their King away on campaign, a select few from his personal guard had been assigned as attendants.

These warriors had served under An Mo during the remarkable seven-day campaign and were bound by absolute loyalty. The battle general found himself momentarily captivated by Princess Xia’s beauty. He wondered if this was the King's preferred type.

Princess Xia, maintaining her composure, proceeded with deliberate steps into the expansive hall.

A man whose hair had turned white stood gazing into the distance. Upon hearing Princess Xia's approach, he turned.

“It has been a long time!”

Upon recognizing the face that was both familiar and altered by time, Princess Xia froze in place, stunned.

Tears began to flow involuntarily down her cheeks.

Gongye Xiao Rong and his remaining soldiers were concealed strategically.

His battalion had dwindled to a mere thousand, yet all had accompanied him. The truth of Tian Huan’s demise was now universally known, but not a single soul had deserted. Their commander had instilled in them the conviction that they would forge a future for their families through their own resilience and sacrifice.

Furthermore, their 'Daren' had led them into battle against Mi Nan.

If asked to name their greatest enemy in the world, the answer would be unanimous: Mi Nan!

This individual, who had occupied the highest echelons of Tian Huan and reaped countless benefits from the Sect, was ultimately responsible for Tian Huan’s downfall! No one would willingly forgo an opportunity to confront Mi Nan!

They advanced stealthily towards the fray, unnoticed by Mi Nan's battalion.

The engagement between the two forces was brutally intense. At this critical juncture, any substantial reinforcement could decisively tip the scales. Mi Nan's battalion had recalled most of their scouts to bolster their efforts in the fierce battle.

Mu Shuang’s battalions were gradually being depleted, but this was North Tian Huan's domain, making reinforcements readily available. While Mi Nan’s forces were comprised of more elite units, they were entirely cut off from receiving any aid.

Mu Shuang, a general known for his cold calculation, was systematically sacrificing waves of ordinary soldiers, transforming the battlefield into a relentless meat grinder.

These common troops, typically playing minor roles, fought without fear, fueled by their shared animosity towards Mi Nan, the most reviled figure in Tian Huan!

Countless among them had witnessed their homes razed due to his actions. The decade-long conflict between North and South Tian Huan had ingrained a hatred that ran bone-deep.

They pressed their assault relentlessly.

Here, lives were reduced to mere statistics. Over fifty thousand soldiers from North Tian Huan had already perished on this ground.

Yet, as news of these losses reached the rear, it did not incite panic. Instead, an increasing number of battalions surged forward. Some units, previously preparing to depart North Tian Huan for the Mo Cloud Sea, reversed their course.

In several battalions where commanders hesitated to return, numerous soldiers broke away, forming smaller groups to rejoin the fight.

If even Mu Shuang, their 'Daren', was prepared to fight to the death against Mi Nan, what value did their individual lives hold in comparison?

Mi Nan found himself ensnared, held back by what he perceived as

A solution, however, eluded him. Retreat was not an option. His admission into Kun Lun had been perfectly timed, aligning with unprecedented benefits bestowed upon them. Kun Lun, brimming with talent, had no need for outsiders. Should this mission falter, only icy indifference would greet his return.

Trust from Kun Lun would evaporate.

His kinsmen would lose everything, their future forever obscured.

Death was preferable to failure!

Yet, while he was prepared to fight to his last breath, his battalion was not. A Tian Huan battalion willing to face annihilation for Kun Lun? What absurdity!

Mi Nan felt a profound sense of despair.

Unbeknownst to him, a thousand gazes, burning with animosity, were fixed upon him from the shadows.

Gongye Xiao Rong's surprise assault was executed with flawless precision.

The Mi Nan Battalion had just commenced their withdrawal to a secondary defensive line when Gongye Xiao Rong struck, preventing any chance of regrouping. Already teetering on the brink of collapse, the Mi Nan Battalion fractured instantly!

“Annihilate Mi Nan!

“Annihilate Mi Nan!”

The war cries echoed throughout the encampment.

The Mi Nan Battalion descended into chaos, resembling a swarm of disoriented insects. Many, succumbing to panic, fled blindly into the encroaching darkness. Their disarray mirrored that of the most inexperienced recruits, abandoning all semblance of elite unit discipline.

Mi Nan appeared to age decades in an instant. He stood frozen in the wind, seemingly oblivious to the approaching sounds of battle.

A blinding flash streaked towards his throat.

He remained immobile, like a figure carved from stone.

A head launched skyward.

The vacant expression remained unchanged.

Bie Han’s Sin Battalion had encircled Mu Xuan Battalion for countless hours, their tenacity seemingly boundless.

Mu Xuan maintained absolute vigilance, acutely aware that any lapse in concentration would invite Bie Han’s deadly strike. She relentlessly urged her soldiers to remain alert.

Victory lay in outlasting Bie Han’s relentless assault.

The passage of time became agonizingly slow.

With each passing moment, Mu Xuan’s apprehension intensified. She found it inconceivable that anyone could sustain such erratic maneuvers for over ten hours. Bie Han’s movements defied prediction, his patterns utterly inscrutable.

Such a formidable adversary!

A sense of foreboding washed over Mu Xuan. Despite her constant exhortations, numerous soldiers found their focus wavering.

Bie Han’s attack erupted without the slightest preamble.

Like a rapier, Bie Han’s unit impaled a flank of the Mu Xuan Battalion. In that devastating instant, crimson mist erupted, and limbs were severed!

Many perished before they could even regain their senses, their lives extinguished by the grim reaper’s swift hand.

A single, decisive strike followed by an immediate withdrawal!

Before Mu Xuan could mount a retaliation, the Sin Battalion vanished like phantoms, resuming their elusive pattern of movement.

This contingent comprised exclusively of female sword cultivators. While each was a seasoned warrior, their inherent femininity was undeniable. The sudden, gruesome spectacle sent shivers down their spines.

They feared neither death nor combat, but the visceral reality of such carnage, particularly when occurring in their immediate vicinity, evoked a profound revulsion.

This time, no one dared to let their guard down. Every soldier was on high alert.

Bie Han, once more assuming his deceptively lethargic stance, directed the Sin Battalion in their aimless circling around the Mu Xuan Battalion.

Night descended.

A gnawing anxiety gripped Mu Xuan’s heart. She felt a surge of panic, yet despite her earnest efforts, all attempts to contact Mi Nan and Xue Dong proved futile.

Had some misfortune befallen them?

Mu Xuan’s premonition intensified.

She held individuals like Mi Nan in disdain. Should betrayal ever surface within Kun Lun, she would be the first to exact retribution. Had the Sect Master not expressly commanded leniency, Mu Xuan would have shown Mi Nan no quarter. Mu Xuan was not alone in her assessment; the collective opinion of Kun Lun regarding Mi Nan was overwhelmingly negative.

The internal cohesion of Kun Lun was legendary, fostering a profound contempt for those, like Mi Nan, who would forsake their allegiance after receiving immense favor.

But Xue Dong?

Who could possibly stand against Xue Dong?

She refused to entertain the notion.

Yet, to this very moment, no sign of the Xue Dong Battalion had appeared. More alarmingly, communication with Xue Dong remained impossible.

The Xue Dong Battalion was Kun Lun’s most formidable force. Xue Dong’s standing within Kun Lun was unparalleled among all generals. Consequently, the Xue Dong Battalion had attracted the cream of Kun Lun’s talent.

Over half of Kun Lun’s prodigies were enrolled in the Xue Dong Battalion.

Every sword cultivator within this elite unit had successfully navigated six rigorous rounds of trials and selections, each possessing formidable abilities.

With unparalleled skills, Xue Dong's battalion, having undergone rigorous selection, intense training, and boasting countless experts, stood unmatched in Mu Xuan's eyes. Even the renowned Gu Liang Dao had faltered against Xue Dong's might.

Could such a formidable battalion truly be defeated?

Mu Xuan found the notion unbelievable.

Despite Bie Han's formidable strength and the Sin Battalion exceeding expectations, Mu Xuan was convinced that Xue Dong would have effortlessly triumphed over Bie Han.

Yet... what unforeseen difficulty had Xue Dong encountered?

A growing sense of unease intensified her apprehension. This mission had been fraught with unexpected challenges at every turn.

The inevitable conflict between Kun Lun and Mo Cloud Sea loomed, poised for a grand confrontation.

However, contrary to the swift, decisive victories she had envisioned, they seemed to be encountering relentless obstacles.

Her prior defeat at Gongye Xiao Rong’s hands was attributed to her own lapse in vigilance. Yet, in her engagement with the Sin Battalion, holding nothing back, she still found herself outmatched and suppressed.

Bie Han's power surpassed Mu Xuan's estimations, and a nagging feeling persisted that he was not yet revealing his full capabilities.

Was this the true strength of Mo Cloud Sea?

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