Chapter 362 - 168: Guanxi Plain, the Jiangbei Mortal Realm Has Arrived

Chapter 362: Chapter 168: Guanxi Plain, the Jiangbei Mortal Realm Has Arrived

"The Xiaocao Royal Family?"

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land Saint Master looked at the family crest on the Sound Transmission Talisman in his hand and asked with sudden curiosity, "Why would they choose a name like that? I know several Wang Clans, and they’re all called something like the ’Silent Wind Royal Family’ or the ’Taihe Royal Family’."

"All the good names were taken... This one wasn’t."

"Fair enough."

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land Saint Master suddenly felt a bit wistful. Wang was a common surname, and there were many Wang Families on the Guanxi Plain. They were usually named after nearby geographical features—for example, the Silent Wind Royal Family was situated around the Silent Wind Canyon. There really weren’t many names left for those who came later.

The largest Wang Family on the Guanxi Plain was one called the "Guanxi Royal Family."

Generally, any family that dared to name themselves like that was the most powerful branch in their respective region.

The Jiangbei Mortal Realm, for instance.

Just then—

"What is that?"

A sudden gasp rippled through the crowd. The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land Saint Master followed their noisy gaze, and when he saw what it was, he froze on the spot, despite having witnessed countless grand spectacles in his time.

At first, it was just an iron-gray ripple spreading from deep within the clouds on the horizon.

But as that ripple drew closer.

People could finally see clearly.

It was a fleet of nearly a hundred Flying Ships!

Each Flying Ship resembled an iron fish magnified several times over, approaching in silence.

There was no whistling wind or rumbling thunder.

No great commotion at all.

Only a single Banner, its faction indiscernible, was planted on the foremost Flying Ship, fluttering in the wind.

The oppressive weight they brought felt like it could crush one’s chest, as if the entire sky were slowly collapsing. The shock of nearly a hundred Flying Ships was terrifying, especially on the Guanxi Plain, where despite constant warfare, the primary Vehicle was the Skeleton Horse.

No one had ever seen such a sight.

Ships that could fly.

For most of the people here, it was their first time seeing a Flying Ship in the sky.

The fleet of ships was not disorganized.

Three Flying Ships at the very front advanced in a triangular formation, tearing trails through the air. Behind them, several dozen more Flying Ships were split into nine groups, like the spread wings of a crane, while the final dozens were tightly protected in the center.

The entire formation was exceptionally orderly.

In the blink of an eye, the fleet of Flying Ships was already over the Heaven-Hating Sect, slowly decelerating.

A hundred massive Flying Ships hovered ten thousand feet above Hentian City.

The next moment—

A chorus of innumerable clicks and whirs from mechanical gears echoed from the sky.

Panels on the surfaces of all the Flying Ships suddenly slid open, revealing the pitch-black muzzles of cannons.

Each Flying Ship was equipped with 17 gun turrets.

There were a hundred ships.

Which means...

1,700 cannons!

It was only then that the various factions surrounding Hentian City froze in place, their faces pale with horror. They could finally see the Banner clearly. It was... the Banner of the Jiangbei Mortal Realm.

The Mortal Realm had truly arrived.

And they had come in a way that was completely beyond their comprehension.

The moment the hundred Flying Ships finished stabilizing their positions ten thousand feet in the air.

The slaughter began.

As white light flowed in unison through the markings on the surfaces of all the Flying Ships, the fleet activated. From a sufficiently safe altitude, the Max Level Godslaying Cannons mounted on the ships began an indiscriminate bombardment of Hentian City below!

BOOM!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted.

A single crimson cannonball shot down from a hovering Flying Ship and slammed directly into the center of Hentian City. With that one strike, the surrounding buildings collapsed almost instantly.

The exploding crimson light swept through the area like a soul-reaping scythe, engulfing every living creature it could find.

The overflow damage automatically sought out new targets.

And then!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!

All one thousand seven hundred Max Level Godslaying Cannons fired at once. The ground began to tremble violently, and the entire sky suddenly darkened—not because night had fallen, but because the glare from the Godslaying Cannons had blotted out the sun.

All the surrounding factions who had gathered to watch now witnessed the most stunning scene of their lives.

Countless crimson cannonballs rained down upon the Heaven-Hating Sect, one after another in a continuous stream. The barrage was so dense that even people dozens of miles away could clearly see that it was raining over the sect’s location.

A rain of blood.

And every single raindrop was a cannonball fired from a Max Level Godslaying Cannon.

A single one of these cannonballs would be enough to give even a Ghost King a world of trouble, yet now they fell from the sky as if they were free, endlessly pouring down upon the Heaven-Hating Sect!

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s Saint Master stared at the scene, his body frozen and his lips beginning to tremble. Though he had been apologizing, he had never truly feared any faction. If a real fight broke out, the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land feared no one.

But now...

He was afraid.

The torrent of crimson cannonballs pouring from seventeen hundred Godslaying Cannons wove a three-dimensional web of death in the air, covering every inch of space.

Not a single drop of blood could be seen.

Not a single scream could be heard.

And yet, one could feel a thick, suffocating aura of death.

The Sound Transmission Talisman in his robes grew faintly hot, and from it came the high, terrified, and despairing screams of the Heaven-Hating Sect’s Sect Leader. With a tremor in his hand, he subconsciously tore the talisman to shreds.

Vaguely, he thought he saw many others doing the same as him, tearing up the Sound Transmission Talismans in their hands.

「A cup of tea’s time later.」

The crimson torrent pouring down from the heavens finally subsided, and the ground stopped shaking. Light slowly returned to their vision as their eyes readjusted to the sun.

Hentian City... was gone.

There was no city before them, only a bottomless Deep Pit. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that just a cup of tea’s time ago, a city had once stood where this pit now was.