Chapter 50: Seven Divided National Powers

  The capital of Liangguo, with the sound of drums and horns, the sudden turmoil did not confuse this city that had experienced several sieges. When the enemy came, there was only one battle.

  Dark clouds covered the sun, and the atmosphere was very heavy.

  The people of Liangdi are mostly brave and strong, the monks above the foundation quietly went to the Weiyang Palace to gather, the armored soldiers in the city gathered from the drill ground, those who had no power to protect themselves closed their doors and did not go out, so as not to add chaos.

  The Mahayana cultivator's speed was extremely fast. Before the thunderous roar fell, he had already arrived in front of the main hall.

  "Form the Da Ji formation, array!"

  Liuxu held a large halberd in his hand and glared at the approaching person.

  The Da Ji Fang Shi is one of the strongest war departments in Liang Guo, from its founding to the present, it has gone through many dynasties without decline, maintaining a scale of 3,000 people, with unified actions and rigorous training.

  Liang Xu's voice had just fallen when three thousand long halberds pointed at the Mahayana cultivator standing horizontally in the sky.

  A fierce aura suddenly rose up.

  Inside the main hall, King Liang received the last message from the border, Nanlin, Hu and Wei simultaneously sent troops to invade the territory.

  These are the follow-up troops, and the battlefield that determines life and death is within this city. If we can hold on to the city, Liangguo will be safe, but since there are Mahayana practitioners on the other side, Liangguo's greatest reliance has also been eliminated.

  The greatest reliance of Liangguo is the King of Liang, as long as the King of Liang does not fall, faith will be eternal.

  The Liang State has ten parts of national power, and the King of Liang occupies seven parts alone!

  If there were no Mahayana monks to back him up, he wouldn't have had the courage to challenge King Liang in person even if he had ten times more guts.

  A Mahayana cultivator's sleeve flashed with white light, and one after another, troop ships floated outside the Grand Hall, while the sound of bugles and dense drumbeats suddenly echoed throughout the city.

  All the troops under Nanlin King are here, and this time Nanlin King has made up his mind to eliminate Liang King, no matter how great the loss is. As long as Liang King is not eliminated, the name of Zhengtong cannot be established.

  General Fang Shi's entire body was covered in armor, a large halberd gleaming with cold light. Under the black face mask were pairs of firm eyes. When the country faced danger, this was their time to die for the cause.

  "Kill!"

  The giant halberd swung in unison, its killing intent guaranteed, the surrounding spiritual energy was all gathered together by the killing intent and dispersed, one step down, the ground shook.

  Inside the main hall.

  "Zhou Xiang, the country is about to collapse, please escape through a secret path."

  You may transmit my oral orders, open the gates and release the troops, and let the people hide in the fields to await future plans.

  "After this incident, you can go to the state of Qin to take refuge. If I, a humble subject, achieve success, I would be honored if you could assist me."

  Liang Wang, who had been standing upright all his life, bowed deeply to Zhou Yun and decided to entrust the orphan.

  "Although I am incompetent and my cultivation is low, I am unable to share your worries. I wish you to go first, and I will use my flesh and blood to cut off the pursuit for you. As long as you are safe, the Liang Kingdom will be safe!"

  His eyes were slightly moist, and the deep bow of Prince Liang had deeply moved his heart. He wished he could die to save the country, but unfortunately, his innate talent for cultivation was poor, and his attainments were lowly, unable to change the fate of the nation.

  This is one of his lifelong regrets.

  This is the thought of loyalty to the monarch and love for the country condensed throughout the ages.

  "We are incompetent and willing to die in battle to delay, as long as Your Majesty is here, Liang State will exist!"

  The officials in the hall knelt down, shedding tears one after another. Outside the hall, there were rows of soldiers with spears and shields, facing ten times as many enemies. Today, there was no chance of escape, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

  "Liáng wáng xiǎo ér, hái bù sù sù chūlái lǐng sǐ."

  Translation: "Prince Liang's little son, don't you hurry up and come out to accept death?"

  Outside the grand hall, the Mahayana practitioners shouted loudly and deeply hurt the upper and lower parts of the city.

  "A great enemy remains, and it will be difficult for the Liang Kingdom to have a tomorrow. Please, Prime Minister Zhou, do not delay any further, quickly take Wen Chen away, only then can the Liang Kingdom preserve some of its luck!"

  "If Xi'er is still alive in the future, please give this imperial decree to him."

  Liang Wang's tone was resolute and absolute, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away.

  The generals remained silent and followed King Liang, if they only had a strong body but did not know how to share the country's worries, then they would be unworthy of the power and wealth they possessed today.

  They are ministers and also pillars of Liang State, when it is unavoidable to fight, how can they avoid it?

  Looking at the martial arts generals walking out of the main hall with great momentum, Zhou Yun knocked three loud heads towards the outside of the hall, and his forehead was bruised because of the force.

  "Go!"

  Wiping away tears, this country still needs them to make their last effort. When the country is about to collapse, its people will also be in sorrow.

  They need to go and reserve a spark for Liang Guo, on the edge of Nanyue, under the stunningly beautiful Huang Zu Temple, they still haven't given up all hope.

  "King Liang's young son, can you still recognize old me?"

  The Mahayana cultivators outside the main hall looked at Liang Wang and a group of ministers walking out with a determined look, overjoyed in their hearts, filled with the thrill of revenge, and couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

  As for those literary ministers who escaped through secret passages, he didn't care at all. A giant elephant wouldn't bother with the ants under its feet as it walks.

  Li Wang took a glance at the battle situation outside the main hall, and saw that Fang Shi's men were struggling to cope with an enemy force ten times their size. Many of them were already injured, and some were barely standing on their last breath.

  The combat power of Da Ji Xiu Shi has already satisfied Liang Wang, every attack is hundreds of enemy soldiers flesh and blood flying everywhere, I'm sure Nan Lin Wang is heartbroken by now.

  His divine consciousness spread outwards, finding the 8,000 Imperial Guards rushing towards him. The King of Liang felt a surge of heroic spirit and thought to himself: Even if our country falls today, I will make sure that all of you die here!

  "Hum! Sima old rascal, I just regret not killing you twenty-three years ago!"

  Liang Wang recognized that the Mahayana cultivator was Tiankong City's Sima Duojing, who had a draw with Huashan's Yidu Fangzhang twenty-three years ago. There was no fear in his eyes.

  No matter if you are a Mahayana practitioner, what does it have to do with Liang Wang being afraid of war?

  "Simatao Jing, aren't you going to make a move quickly? Have you forgotten our agreement?"

  Nan Lin Wang saw that his troops had blocked the fierce attack of Da Ji Fang Shi, and only then did he dare to show up.

  But seeing the war department that had been trained for so many years being occupied by such a huge numerical advantage and still being killed by the enemy, I felt like my heart was bleeding, and I hastily spoke out.

  "What agreement? What agreement did I ever have with you?"

  Simatao Jing burst out laughing, and he also sensed the eight thousand Body Refining cultivators of the Imperial Guard rushing over, his heart growing even more delighted.

  It's just right that Nanlin Wang's war department and Liang Wang's war department can be eliminated together, so that the City in the Sky can reap the benefits of the fishermen.

  He gazed around, and the city was majestic. If not for him relying on the treasures of the Sky City to bring the war department of Nanlin Wang into the belly of the capital, even if Nanlin Wang's war department had ten times more numbers, it would not be certain that they could attack and enter.

  It's likely that tens of thousands of corpses would be needed to pile up a path leading to the city gate, and if the Sky City were to float high above this capital city one day, what a wonderful feeling it would be!

  "You!"

  Nan Lin Wang saw Sima Tu Jing suddenly change his expression at this time, and he was bleeding in his heart, but at the same time, he also started thinking.

  The Sky Castle has no war department, wanting to control the Liangdi is simply a pipe dream, and in the end it still relies on the Nanlin State's army. Sima Tujing must be thinking of controlling him, so he thought of a countermeasure at the first time.

  It must be said that Nan Lin Wang is also a character who has not completely lost his calm in the face of such great change, but instead quickly thought of a countermeasure.

  Mahayana is not invincible, give him time to think, and he may not be controlled. If it works well, it can even turn the power of Tiankong City into his own use.

  Simazuting's strength is extremely powerful, but compared to Nanlin Wang, Simazuting lacks a few points of the king's authority and strategy.

  If everything goes as planned and Nan Lin Wang can also make his move before Sima Dongxu, the final outcome is still uncertain.

  Perhaps Nanlin Wang can still grasp a large piece of Liang land, the war department is gone, but it can be reorganized, as long as he is still alive, there is hope.

  Nanlin Wang was a hegemon, so he did not choose to provoke Sima Du Jing, but instead coldly watched his own troops and the Da Ji Fang Shi fight.

  "Liáng Jūn, follow me into battle to the death!"

  Liáng Wáng didn't delay, and charged into the war department of Nán Lín Wáng. In just an instant, he killed dozens of people, without even acknowledging Tiān Kōng's Sī Mǎ Dú Jìng in the sky.

  The generals behind him were infected with the bravery of King Liang, and they rushed towards the war department of Nanlin Wang. Most of them had the strength of Jiedan Peak, and when they joined forces to deal with the Condensed Pulse Realm War Department, the outcome was also impressive for a while.

  At this time, the 8,000 Imperial Forest Army also arrived, and these 8,000 Imperial Forest Army were the heart's blood of King Liang for many years. Each one was physically strong and powerful, and when combined, their strength was no less than that of a top-notch combat unit, because they had more numbers!

  The originally only eighty percent combat effective Daji Fangshi also, following Liang Wang's one loud angry roar, morale greatly boosted, how could the Liang army have feared death!

  Today, the entire army of Nanlin Wang will be annihilated. These people in Nanlin Wang's army have forgotten their identity as Liang people and have become the running dogs of this traitor, Nanlin Wang. They deserve to die!

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  The cries of killing merged into a piece, creating this extremely tragic war.

  The three Yuan Ying cultivators who came with Sima Tujing were immediately stunned.

  They were powerful and could kill dozens of people with one blow, but they had never seen such a tragic and magnificent scene before, and their minds were all drawn to it.

  Seeing the morale of Liang's army like a rainbow, these three Yuan Ying Taoist priests also followed suit, and immediately charged out to attack King Liang.

  Catch the ringleader first!

  Simatujing nodded silently in the dark, these three juniors did a good job, they can quickly recognize the situation, and he also took out a flying sword, shooting away.

  It's now!

  When Liang Wang rushed into the formation, he was looking for an opportunity to kill these three Yuan Ying cultivators first, and finally waited for the opportunity.

  A divine sword with dazzling light pointed at the three Yuan Ying cultivators, among whom the strongest was only in the middle of the Yuan Ying stage. A mere mid-Yuan Ying stage, under Liang Wang's hand, was nothing but a few chickens and dogs.

  Sword energy like a rainbow, crashing into each other!

  Three Yuan infant monks were torn to shreds under Liang Wang's majestic sword energy, and the sword energy had not yet subsided when it collided with Sima Tudao's flying sword, blocking what Sima Tudao thought was a sure kill.

  Simatujing's eyelids twitched wildly, and in a moment of carelessness, the three Yuan Ying cultivators were beheaded by Liang Wang in an instant!

  Is this the King of Liang who monopolizes seven parts of national power?

  Simazhujing felt his heart bleeding, Yuanying cultivators, no matter which force they belonged to, were extremely precious. Liu Xiu's death at the martial arts conference had already made him furious, and he didn't expect three more to die under his nose!

  Endless anger and deep self-blame ignited the nearly dormant heart of Sima Tujing, what about the peak of Yuanying?

  He wants to let Liang Wang know the difference between Mahayana and Yuanying realms!

  "Cut!"