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Chapter 517: The Overwhelming Might of Han Jiguang

It was too frightening. These two men were too frightening.

Their relentless advance had kept the courts of the two dynasties on edge. While the emperors tried to maintain a facade of calm, they had been inwardly anxious. When the report came that the enemy had retreated, no one could believe it. They had the messenger repeat the news multiple times.

Ying Lan had moved north to confront the Ice Army.

Even without the letters from Zhong Xuan and Zhong Shijiu, Ying Lan would still have gone. The Ice Army was already advancing, and she had to respond. Despite her swift victory over the Great Honorable Dynasty, only Ying Lan knew the true extent of the emperor\'s strength.

This emperor was no weaker than the Six Paths Emperor of the Yin Moon Dynasty on Tianlang Island. The hidden forces at his disposal were not those of a typical dynasty. Ying Lan realized that the twelve previous dynasties she had conquered were no match for the Great Honorable Dynasty.

But she had ultimately prevailed.

Next was the Ice Army.

As the ace force of Han Jiguang, Ying Lan dared not underestimate them.

After advancing a short distance north, she found a favorable terrain and set up her formations to await the Ice Army.

Five days later.

In a city of the Great Guang Dynasty.

Han Jiguang stood before Wang Chen, Han Chuang, and his ministers, with only Crown Prince Han Chong absent.

"Your Majesty, is this to temper the Crown Prince?" a minister asked.

"Chong\'er is eager for revenge. Let him go. With Han Yi overseeing things, capturing Wei Yinglan should not be a problem," Han Jiguang said.

"The Ice Army? Are they really that powerful?" Wang Chen asked, frowning.

"When the Ice Army moves, it freezes the land for thousands of miles, like a subterranean spring emerging. Their power is overwhelming. The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation? Hah, unless the Grand Preceptor of the Great Li Heavenly Dynasty himself sets it up, it won\'t hold," Han Jiguang said with utmost confidence.

"Junior Brother, don\'t worry. The Ice Army rarely shows itself, but it has never been defeated. It was the Ice Army that established the Great Guang Dynasty," Han Chuang added confidently.

Han Jiguang nodded at his brother.

"Report!"

A soldier\'s urgent voice echoed from outside the hall.

Everyone\'s brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding washing over them.

A man dressed in icy armor, covered in blood and missing his right arm, staggered into the hall and knelt before Han Jiguang.

"Your Majesty, the Ice Army has been defeated!" the man cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Han Yi!" Han Jiguang couldn\'t believe his eyes.

Looking at the highest commander of the Ice Army, Han Yi, Han Jiguang felt as if he were dreaming.

"Impossible, impossible!" Han Jiguang\'s eyes flashed with fury.

"Your Majesty, I failed. I couldn\'t protect the Crown Prince. Fifty thousand Ice Army soldiers are all dead. Only a few managed to escape," Han Yi said with immense guilt.

"How could this happen? You are the Ice Army! How did you lose?" Han Jiguang roared in anger.

"The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation. It was the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation. At first, the Ice Army formed the \'Illusory World Spring,\' gaining the upper hand. The entire sky of yellow sand was frozen by our formation. But then, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation seemed to evolve. The sand turned into blood sand, a scorching red sand that overwhelmed the Illusory World Spring. Our formation was shattered instantly, leading to a one-sided massacre. We did everything to protect the Crown Prince but failed. Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry!" Han Yi kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

"Roar~~~!"

Han Jiguang\'s eyes turned blood-red.

"Zhong Shan! Wei Yinglan!" Han Jiguang roared, his figure flickering before disappearing from the hall.

Han Chuang and Wang Chen exchanged a glance. Han Chuang quickly ran out, but Wang Chen did not follow.

Han Jiguang was truly enraged. During the Great Guang Empire\'s heyday, the three princes and the Ice Army were symbols of pride and strength. Now, what had happened? Han Jiguang could hardly believe what he had heard.

The Crown Prince, the last of the three princes, was dead? The Ice Army had been annihilated?

It was all because of Zhong Shan. Since Zhong Shan\'s appearance, the Great Guang Empire had fallen, the three princes had died, and the Ice Army was destroyed.

Han Jiguang\'s hatred for Zhong Shan and Wei Yinglan was boundless.

Even as a former emperor, he was losing control of his emotions. How had it come to this? Chong\'er! Wei\'er! Jue\'er!

"Roar~~~!"

Han Jiguang charged out in fury.

Han Chuang followed closely behind, along with some of the Great Guang Dynasty\'s guards, but Han Jiguang\'s speed was too great. He vanished from sight in an instant.

Ying Lan\'s Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation had defeated the pride of the Great Guang Dynasty.

The Ice Army was annihilated.

Witnessing the strength of the Ice Army, Ying Lan had been astonished. The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation had barely withstood their assault. In the final moments, Ying Lan had released a hundred celestial beans, transforming them into a hundred golden-armored warriors to reinforce the formation. She also used the blood sacrifice technique within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, using her own blood to catalyze the formation.

Only then did she manage to annihilate the Ice Army.

However, the battle had been incredibly costly. The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation had suffered heavy losses, with fewer than fifty thousand troops remaining. Ying Lan herself was severely wounded.

Surveying the battlefield littered with corpses and the shattered landscape, Ying Lan wiped the blood from her mouth.

From the overwhelming strength of the Ice Army, Ying Lan sensed a greater conspiracy.

Ying Lan smelled a dense scent of intrigue.

"Retreat~~~!" Ying Lan commanded without hesitation, leading her troops back into the chaotic lands.

A few days later, Ying Lan\'s instincts flared with a sense of imminent danger.

"Form the formation!" Ying Lan shouted urgently.

The remaining fifty thousand troops quickly assembled the formation without hesitation.

Ying Lan swiftly took out another hundred celestial beans to incorporate into the formation.

In an instant, the army transformed into a massive desert.

"Whoosh."

Just as the formation was completed, a gigantic golden hand appeared in the sky.

The golden hand, a hundred feet wide, descended from the heavens, slamming into the desert.

"Boom~~~!"

Under the giant palm, the entire desert erupted with a storm of sand.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

Countless soldiers within the formation spat blood from the immense pressure of the attack.

It was too strong. The power of that single palm strike was overwhelming.

Ying Lan stood at the center of the formation, the dragon\'s eye, and looked up at the sky. There, a majestic man in a white dragon robe floated, radiating a fierce aura. His presence caused the very sky to darken.

"Han Jiguang, what do you want?" Wei Yinglan shouted to the heavens.

"What do I want? I want to kill you!" Han Jiguang\'s eyes blazed with fury.

"An emperor personally attacking with his own strength to kill enemy soldiers? Are you willing to sacrifice the Great Zheng Dynasty\'s fortune?" Wei Yinglan shouted.

"Fortune? Even if I lose the fortune, I will kill you to avenge my son!" Han Jiguang responded, his hand moving as a chilling white sword appeared in his grasp.

With those words, Han Jiguang swung his sword fiercely toward the sandstorm formation below.

"Death Gate!" Ying Lan cried out.

The desert shifted rapidly, and black gas erupted from the sands, meeting Han Jiguang\'s vast sword aura head-on.

"Boom!"

A large section of the desert was obliterated by the sword strike. The power of Han Jiguang\'s attack was too immense.

There was no chance to counterattack. Nearly fifty thousand soldiers died instantly.

Ying Lan realized she was at a critical juncture. She could no longer hold anything back.

"With my blood, I invoke the Blood Sacrifice of the Eight Gates Formation!" Ying Lan shouted. Then, she spat a mouthful of blood.

Endless demonic energy surged from the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, turning the entire desert blood-red.

A searing heat ignited the surrounding earth, burning everything.

"Roar!"

Han Jiguang\'s sword danced rapidly. This was the formation, the blood sand, that had killed his eldest son.

Han Jiguang seemed to go berserk, his sword slashing repeatedly with overwhelming force, quickly breaking through the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

The power of the Imperial Extreme Realm was too great. Even the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation couldn\'t withstand it, not with Ying Lan\'s current cultivation level.

Han Jiguang charged into the sandstorm, dismantling the formation from within. He moved in and out of the eight gates, wreaking havoc.

With unparalleled ferocity, Han Jiguang slaughtered forty thousand soldiers in just half an hour. Thousands more were severely injured and unable to move.

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was destroyed. Even the hundred golden-armored warriors around Ying Lan were shattered, leaving only a few barely intact to protect her.

Han Jiguang broke through the formation and pointed his sword directly at Ying Lan.

At the chaotic lands\' border, Zhong Shan\'s shadow form raced northward.

Having just learned of Ying Lan\'s northward advance, and with Lin Xiao and Yi Yan\'s armies in pursuit, Zhong Shan didn\'t pause for a moment. Even when he passed by Yi Yan\'s army, he didn\'t stop to greet them, speeding relentlessly towards the north.

The sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Faster, faster, faster!