Chapter 161 Everyone Can Be a King

The Art Dao (Shu Dao) had been searching for the Greed Wolf (Tanlang) and waiting for an emperor for far too long.

The idea that only an emperor could withstand the Heavenly Tribulation was deeply ingrained in the hearts of all warlocks.

Now that the emperor was dead in battle, it was as if the Art Dao’s hope had been extinguished.

Before the battle had even begun, the morale of the army was shaken. Was there still any hope of victory in this battle?

When Jun Jixue's body was placed in front of the Liangjie Mountain (Two Realms Mountain) formation, the famous elders of the Art Dao hurriedly rushed up and surrounded him.

They seemed to be blocking the sight of the warlocks, but in reality, they were discussing countermeasures.

Without an emperor, who could boost morale?

At this moment, a Heavenly Soul (Tian Hun) Martial General said, "There is no emperor in the human world anymore, the Art Dao has already been defeated. The Holy One has pity on you..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone roared, "Who said there's no emperor in the human world? I am the emperor!"

When everyone looked towards the sound, they saw Xie Banhui's sworn brother, Gao Sheng, one of the Ghost Bureau's (Gui Ya) Twin Prides, wearing a dragon robe and holding a Fang Tian Halberd (方天画戟) as he strode from behind the army.

Fatty's attire was somewhat comical, but his every step and gesture exuded majesty.

As Fatty Gao Sheng walked, he said, "What is an emperor?"

"An emperor has never been a position of honor, nor is it someone who sits on the Dragon Throne."

"An emperor is a responsibility to the world; it is the courage to risk death for the sake of the people; it is the selflessness to give up the supreme status of emperor for the sake of the country."

"The world believes that the kingship of humanity ended with the Shang Dynasty. In fact, there has been no true king since Xia Qi. When the throne is passed from father to son, and the world becomes a family affair, the path of the human king is severed."

"The world is not in chaos, and the human race has not declined, not because Heaven has arranged for another Son of Heaven to become emperor, but because someone stands up at a critical moment to turn the tide."

"Everyone, the emperor is gone, but everyone here can be an emperor."

"When you fight for the human race and take the lead in the charge, you are the emperor!"

Fatty Gao walked to the front of the three armies and raised his Fang Tian Halberd high: "Generals of the Great Ming, follow me, charge!"

"The sun, moon, mountains, and rivers will last forever, and the will of the human race will never die."

"Old Qian, fire the cannons!"

Zheng Xiaoqian, Duke of Zheng, the God of Fire, who was at the rear of the Great Ming army, looked at Gao Fatty's back and his heart surged: "Just like back then!"

"Back then, when the late Emperor was trapped in the border city, what did His Majesty say when he led the troops to charge? That's right, 'Fire all cannons to embolden our men!'"

"And what did my late father say? 'When the cannonballs are gone, take up the broadswords and press forward! The Zheng family will be loyal to my lord!'"

"Children, fire all cannons!"

Amidst the frenzied roar of the Ming army's artillery, Gao Fatty and Xie Banhui rode side by side, charging towards the Heavenly Prison (Tian Lao). The two armies collided in the air like a tide.

Heavenly Souls (Tian Hun) and Heroic Souls (Ying Hun) turned into dust by the thousands amidst shouts, and the phosphorescent green flames fell like a torrential rain.

The tragedy and heroism of blood staining the mountains and rivers were earth-shattering.

The Wang Hun (King Soul) leading the army roared, "Well said, 'Everyone can be a King!' As the elite forces under the Coffin Gate (Guan Cai Men), how can the Seven Killings (Qi Sha) lineage let the Breaking Army (Po Jun) have all the glory?"

"Disciples of the Seven Killings, carry the coffin to bury the heavens! Follow me!"

The giant coffin under the Wang Hun's command was lifted into the air by ten thousand ghosts and crashed towards the Heavenly Prison.

The phosphorescent flames in the sky intensified, the sounds of killing became more fierce, and the world was completely submerged in the phosphorescent green light.

Both sides in the first battle of Liangjie Mountain committed all their elites, and the battle was especially fierce.

Xie Banhui and Wang Hun never expected to win a great victory in one battle. They were maximizing the consumption of the Heavenly Soul elites, leaving the relatively weaker rabble to the Art Dao army.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, bad news kept coming from both sides.

"Mu San, Commander of the Great Ming Embroidered Uniform Guard, is dead in battle."

"Mo Xin, Overseer of the Great Ming Eastern Depot, is dead in battle."

"Sui Xin and Suo Yu, close attendants of the Great Ming Emperor, are dead in battle."

"Zheng Guo Gong, First Class Duke of the Great Ming, is dead in battle."

"Xu Guo Gong, First Class Duke of the Great Ming, is dead in battle."

"Gao Sheng, Emperor of the Great Ming, Xie Banhui, the King Shoulder to Shoulder, and the Eight Ghost Bureau Generals have entered the Heavenly Prison and their whereabouts are unknown."

"All eight Jianghu Sons of the Seven Killings lineage are dead in battle."

"All five Yumen Warlocks of the Seven Killings lineage are dead in battle!"

"All Heavenly Arrow Warlocks of the Seven Killings lineage are dead in battle."

"All Heavenly Calculation Warlocks of the Seven Killings lineage are dead in battle."

"Wang Hun, Ghost Commander of the Seven Killings, is missing in the Heavenly Prison."

In just one day and one night, the two elite forces under the Coffin Gate were completely destroyed. Countless Heavenly Souls still poured out of the Heavenly Prison and down the mountain.

Zhu Zining, who had been holding her breath and dared not speak, finally took a breath and said, "Qu Mo, Li Chunfeng, the only two backers the Art Dao relied on are gone."

"The Art Dao is without a leader. Will they dare to continue charging?"

"The third condition of our bet has not been met. You still lost."

Li Chunfeng smiled and said, "The Art Dao no longer needs an emperor. They will launch an attack soon."

"You underestimate the heart of a warlock!"

The warlocks' shouts suddenly came with Li Chunfeng's long laugh: "Kill—"

Thousands of warlocks, without anyone commanding them or arranging their formations, rushed up Liangjie Mountain, past the drum-beating Huang Tiangong, and charged towards the Heavenly Gate.

Countless spirit talismans and magical artifacts exploded in the mountains, and the colorful electric light and fire shadows were eventually gathered into two colors.

Blood red.

Phosphorescent green.

Liangjie Mountain was forcibly divided into two halves by the spreading colors.

One half was blood red and dazzling.

The other half was phosphorescent green and dazzling.

The warlocks fighting horizontally and vertically on the mountain peaks could no longer tell whether they were stepping on the bones of their comrades or the rocks of Liangjie Mountain. They only knew to shout and fight madly.