The Peerless Emperor (TPE)

"Kill!" With Lin Qian's command, Zhao Long led the charge, roaring in fury as he spearheaded the assault, breaking through the barrier formed by the warship.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Weapons were drawn, and every soldier surged forward, launching an attack on the undead army.

"For the Emperor!"

Their united battle cry echoed through the skies. Pale yellow Huaxia soul energy surged from the soldiers, coalescing into a solid, formidable force that shot skyward.

In an instant, the thick clouds in the sky were dispersed, and for the first time, the perpetually gloomy southern region saw the light of day. Bright sunlight cascaded down, illuminating the heavy armor of the troops.

The Blood Nurtured Corpse, controlled by Lu Shangda, wore a stunned expression, quickly realizing the situation and commanding his undead army to advance.

In the daylight, bolstered by the blood energy, his undead army was even more resilient and harder to suppress.

But when the undead army clashed with the opposing force, Lu Shangda was dumbfounded.

The Black Blood Clan had survived to this day in the chaotic wastelands by relying on their undead army.

Unlike the Blood Nurtured Corpse, the undead were fearless, obeying only the commands of the Black Blood Clan. They knew only how to kill, and could instinctively use the soul techniques they had mastered in life, retaining their battle instincts.

Moreover, like the Blood Nurtured Corpse, the undead had incredibly tough bodies, comparable in strength to the Yuan Qi weapons of human soul martial artists of the same realm.

In the past, there had been numerous battles between the undead army and human soul martial artists. Lu Shangda knew well that a Black Blood Clan predecessor had once clashed with the army of a human imperial dynasty.

The undead army had utterly defeated the imperial troops, reducing their forces by more than half, while the undead suffered losses of only one-tenth.

But what was happening before him now made Lu Shangda's blood run cold.

The enemy's army was like a steel torrent, instantly shattering the formation of his undead troops into disarray.

Yet, their own formation remained intact, disciplined and cohesive.

At the forefront were tall, burly men clad in heavy armor, wielding giant shields that they held firmly against the enemy. With these shield soldiers leading the way, the undead army couldn't halt their advance and could only watch as they steadily pushed forward.

Moreover, behind the shield soldiers were spear-wielding soldiers who thrust their weapons through the gaps, striking at the undead disrupted by the shield wall.

With the shield soldiers' cover, the spear soldiers consistently found their mark.

When Lu Shangda sent his strongest undead to attack the shield soldiers, they were intercepted by blade-wielding soldiers.

These blade soldiers fought with ruthless, powerful strikes, cutting down the undead with overwhelming force. Their moves were simple but devastating, designed purely to maximize their killing potential.

Against these blade soldiers, the undead had no advantage. More often than not, after only a few exchanges, the undead were hacked into pieces and fell lifeless to the ground.

With no other options, Lu Shangda directed more agile undead to bypass the shield soldiers, only to be stopped by sword-wielding soldiers.

Though not as powerful as the blade soldiers, these sword soldiers were more nimble and skilled in complex sword techniques, entangling the undead in a deadly dance.

Under the dazzling sword light, the undead often exposed fatal weaknesses, allowing a swift strike to the dantian, rendering them powerless.

Desperate, Lu Shangda commanded a portion of the undead army to take to the skies, attempting to bypass the shield soldiers' charge.

"At least now, I can— What the hell!" Lu Shangda's thoughts were abruptly interrupted, his frustration boiling over.

The moment the airborne undead took flight, ready to circumvent the shield soldiers, a barrage of soul-powered arrows rained down from the rear.

These arrows, tracing graceful arcs through the air, seemed to have a mind of their own, pinpointing the undead and shooting them down.

Even those few undead who survived the arrow strikes were soon overtaken by shadowy figures that swiftly cut through them.

When the shadows vanished, the crimson glow in the eyes of the undead had dimmed, their strength completely extinguished.

"How could this be?" The giant Blood Nurtured Corpse's eyes were filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

But before it could process the situation, a sharp spearhead approached rapidly, overpowering and unstoppable. There was no time to react, let alone defend.

Bang! The head of the giant Blood Nurtured Corpse exploded as it was struck by the spear, the resulting force twisting its body into pieces.

"Trash..." Zhao Long casually flicked his spear, shaking off the bloodstains as he disdainfully muttered.

Swish! Swish! At that moment, two figures suddenly shot forward with incredible speed, one tall and one short, closing in on Zhao Long.

It was Luoli and Moer! The chieftains of the Giant and Dwarf Goblin Clans had been turned into Blood Nurtured Corpses.

The aura emanating from these two corpses was even more terrifying, causing Lin Qian, seated on the Nine-Dragon Throne, to tense up. "Life and Death Realm—Body Stage?"

Lin Qian was all too familiar with the aura radiating from these corpses, reminiscent of Gao Yuefei's strength. It didn't take much to realize their power.

However...

Bang! Bang! Two loud collisions echoed as the two Blood Nurtured Corpses approaching Zhao Long were forcefully repelled, sent flying several meters back before they could stabilize themselves.

"What?" In the northern palace, Lu Shangda shot to his feet, eyes wide with shock.

Luoli and Moer were now the most powerful Blood Nurtured Corpses under his control, elevated to the Life and Death Realm—Body Stage after their transformation. How could this Black Dragon Silver Armor-clad man, merely at the ninth stage of the Void-breaking Realm, possibly withstand the combined assault of two Life and Death Realm corpses?

In the sky, Zhao Long raised his white spear, pointing it at the two Blood Nurtured Corpses. "Disappointing! So disappointing that it makes me furious!"

"To think that an army without discipline, coordination, or combat prowess, made up of bodies with nothing but empty power, dares to offend the Emperor and challenge the Huaxia Empire!"

"This is a disgrace, an utter disgrace! To deal with such garbage, a team of five million soldiers would have been enough—I can't believe I mobilized a ten-million-man unit!"

Speechless, Lu Shangda could only stare through the crimson eyes of his Blood Nurtured Corpses at Lin Qian, who sat on the Nine-Dragon Throne.

Ten million soldiers? That was the total number his Black Blood Clan predecessors had mustered against an imperial army. Yet this was only a small unit? If a single unit consisted of ten million soldiers, just how terrifying was this Huaxia Empire?

"You… Who are you, really?" Controlling the Blood Nurtured Corpse of Luoli, Lu Shangda asked, his voice heavy with dread.

"Didn't you already know?" Lin Qian's golden eyes locked onto the Blood Nurtured Corpse, forcing it to avert its gaze.

"I am the Emperor of the Huaxia Empire!"