Stealing The Heavens-Chapter 892 An Oath-taking Ceremony

Three hundred men, with thick muscles and broad shoulders, puffed out their cheeks and blew into dragon horns. The high and shrill sound of the horns sent huge waves across the sea next to the city. In the billowing waves, numerous huge shadows could be seen vaguely. Amongst the white forms came poking out countless lobster whiskers, turtles, seashells, crab pincers, and other things.

There were flags fluttering fiercely across the high hills outside the city. Demon clouds and evil aura had gathered into a huge dark-purple cloud over the mountaintops. Faintly, numerous mountain spirits and water demons prowled in the thick, heavy cloud. Together with the sea demons in the ocean, they danced and cheered for the army that was rallying in the city.

Each of the six states had sent their generals and formed six huge regiments, who were now rallying in the city. Each regiment was divided into five companies, and each company consisted of a million soldiers. The sound of drums beating and horns blowing shook the heaven and earth, churning the passing clouds in the sky. There were shining armor and glinting swords and spears everywhere, as well as countless large war machines, such as giant ballistae, which were surrounded by numerous soldiers. Dong Hai's army, which had taken so much energy, materials, and tens of thousands of years to build, seemed to be capable of destroying everything.

A million Oracles were hovering in the air above the six regiments. Although there were no Supreme Oracles among them, more than forty percent of the Oracles had golden suns embroidered on their sleeves. This army or Oracles might lack a decisive strategic strike power, but on the battlefield, they would definitely become a nightmare for any large enemy army.

In addition to the six regiments, there was the main force of Dong Hai, which was under Wu Qi's personal command. The apparent strength of this army was no different from that of the six regiments, but no one except Wu Qi knew how many soldiers and how many strange things were hiding in his Dark Yin Celestial Tower and interstitial world. Among other things, the hordes of heavenly ghosts, who had been breeding for tens of thousands of years, would be enough to give even Primordial Immortals and Buddhas a major headache once they were released and formed a formation with the Yellow Spring he had extracted from the Nether World.

Huang Liang waited next to Wu Qi as the commander of the main force. The two vanguards of the army were Xiang Yu and Huhai. They had achieved great success in the cultivation of the Blood Sea Grand Magic. Xiang Yu had refined the Banner of Chiyou into his own natal artifact while Huhai had converted his cultivation technique, the Myriad Constellation of Earth Fiends, into the Constellation of Blood Sea, which was a hundred times more brutal and bizarre than before.

Wu Qi had given them some virtues he had received for killing Torch Dragon, so they had now stepped into the realm of Primordial. Given their mighty cultivation bases, he felt he had done them wrong by assigning them as the vanguard. However, as one of them was a war maniac and the other a little crazy, they actually felt very happy and excited to be able to bully other people with the overall strength of a Primordial expert.

The sound of the war horns soared to the sky as the massive Dong Hai Army began boarding giant flying ships. Standing on a raised platform, Wu Qi cried out at the top of his lungs, "Offer the blood to Dong Hai's war banner!"

A group of fierce, shirtless men strode up to the platform, dragging Lord Bowang with them. The crown prince's face was pale with fright, his lips shivering. He struggled desperately the whole way, howling in a hoarse voice, "Don't you dare kill me! King Dong Hai! Don't you dare! I am the crown prince of Heaven! My father is the Great Celestial Emperor, my mother the Empress, and my grandfather is Hierarch Qingyuan! If you touch even my hair, your Dong Hai will be completely wiped out!"

Wu Qi looked coldly at Lord Bowang, who was foaming at the corners of his mouth. He had no desire to speak to this crown prince.

Apparently, this guy was already a pawn that had been abandoned. Whether Wu Qi killed him or not, the fellow was completely oblivious to the few people he had just mentioned. If Wu Qi killed him, Heaven would have one more excuse to send an army to attack Dong Hai; if Wu Qi did not kill him and released him, Heaven would still use the excuse of their crown prince having been tortured for two years to attack Dong Hai.

Wu Qi had read the Great Celestial Emperor's mind: he was giving up a son to create the best excuse for Heaven's interference in Pangu Continent.

It was even highly possible that Lord Bowang was designated for this purpose as early as he was born. If the people of the six states valued a certain son, they would have given him an elite education from an early age, so that he would not become a dandy at all; not to mention Lord Bowang, who was the crown prince of Heaven and the eldest son of Great Celestial Emperor.

Unless someone had deliberately connived and shaped him into his current temper, how could he, as the crown prince of Heaven, be an arrogant, bossy dandy who only spent his time on women? Clearly, he was a pawn that had been picked and could be discarded at any time.

"Emperors and imperial clans are the most ruthless, let alone a place like Heaven…" As Lord Boyang was dragged to his knees, Wu Qi said in a flat voice, "You're not a fool. Just think for yourself: you've been tortured by us in Dong Hai for so long. Why hasn't Heaven come to your rescue? Except for your brother who has an incomplete soul, did Heaven send anyone else here?"

Lord Bowang's face suddenly turned as ugly as a dead man's. "You're the one who got thrown out," Princess Zhang Le added spitefully, "If we kill you, Heaven will be happier because they have plenty of excuses to carry out their plans on Pangu Continent. Oh, and those self-styled new emperors of the human race will also have one more excuse for attacking Dong Hai."

"That's why I hate the ways Heaven and Buddhist League use to achieve their goals," scoffed Wu Qi. "You just want to take over the land, but you have to act like you are the righteous ones, as if you are acting out of heaven's will. Who is this for? Why do you need so many excuses? If the Seven Patriarchs of the Buddhist League and the Nine Patriarchs of the Dao League really want to take control of Pangu Continent, all they have to do is kill Empress Wa together. Why do they have to do so many dirty things in the dark?"

Xiang Yu grinned grimly and put in, "It's like the wh*re declares herself a virgin! What a fuc*ing waste of time!"

Lord Bowang looked at Wu Qi while trembling, then suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, "Don't kill me! If you want any information about Heaven, I can..."

Princess Zhang Le gave a cold snort that made Lord Bowang's seven orifices bleed. "How can a good-for-nothing like you know anything about Heaven? Drag him away…Chop him up, and sacrifice him to the banner!"

The group of executioners, who were shirtless and only wore red trousers, answered with loud cries before dragging Lord Bowang under the main banner of Dong Hai Army. A glinting broadsword swung down mercilessly. The crown prince's head flew hundreds of feet high, and a gust of wind carried his blood across the banner, adding a bloody stain to the scarlet banner.

Wu Qi smiled and threw a palm-thunder that would have shattered Lord Bowang's soul, but the soul took a deft turn in the air and flew straight east amidst a flash of light. Even though he was very fast, the palm-thunder only grazed the soul and failed to destroy it.

Wu Qi exchanged a shocked glance with Princess Zhang Le, then looked into the horizon far to the east and laughed all of a sudden. 'Those from Heaven and Buddhist League didn't really pull that stunt, did they? Interesting! Even the crown prince of Heaven can be a victim of their plans…They really have invested so much this time.'

Dong Hai had sacrificed the crown prince of Heaven to the war banner. Countless soldiers raised their weapons and cheered wildly, their morale soaring to its limit. Numerous flying ships slowly took to the air, gradually leaving Dong Hai's airspace and speeding east toward the eastern provinces.

Standing on the largest dragon-shaped flying ship, Wu Qi and Princess Zhang Le looked up at the rapidly approaching specks of light. Those were the landmasses that were constantly moving toward Pangu Continent from outer heavenly realms. In just over a month, more and more landmasses had fallen and merged with Pangu Continent. Those immortal officials of Heaven had gathered an immeasurable amount of virtues while countless human dynasties, along with their armies and people, landed on Pangu Continent and began to seize territory and establish their roots.

The Great Li Dynasty, who had challenged Dong Hai to war, was just one of the dumber and more aggressive of those who had landed on Pangu Continent. Hence, it was chosen to be the vanguard. But now that they had chosen to be the vanguard, Wu Qi must teach them a lesson. The reason why Dong Hai sent so many armies to the eastern frontier was to strike the dynasty head-on, destroy it with pure brute force, and plunder its people.

With Wu Qi's main force taking up the rear and the regiments of the six states at the forefront, the mighty army flew almost close to the sea toward the eastern provinces.

Beneath the surface of the sea, numerous dark shadows followed the fleet of flying ships. This was Dong Hai's naval force under the command of Lord Xiansheng, Ao Buzun, and Catfish. Few of Dong Hai's aquatic demons were really strong, but no one could match them when it came to setting off winds and rolling waves. Under certain circumstances, the naval force of Dong Hai could play an irreplaceable role.

Just as the great army of Dong Hai was heading eastward, the main force of Great Li Dynasty was besieging a huge city.

The city, a hundred miles long and wide, was enveloped in a dark curtain of light. The formation constructed in advance made it impossible for anyone below the realm of Gold Immortals to fly. Apart from a handful of Oracles who barely managed to float in midair to guide the army, Great Li's one million soldiers had to attack the city's 200-feet-high wall in the most primitive way, with ladders and towers.

The formation not only prevented those with lesser cultivation bases from flying, but also kept the soldiers with strong fleshly bodies from jumping more than thirty feet high. An invisible force had affected their movement, so they could only scale the wall with ladders like strings of black ants.

The whole city was enveloped in a dark curtain of light: the city's defensive formation. Except for a dozen breaches no wider than a thousand feet, which were forcibly broken by the Oracles, the rest of the city could not be attacked at all. The soldiers could only launch a fierce attack on these breaches at all cost.

Great Yu's soldiers stationed on the wall were using a variety of weapons to decimate enemy forces climbing up from below. Arrows rained down like a storm, piercing flesh and spilling blood. Countless enemy soldiers fell down the ladders, but they gritted their teeth and pulled out the arrows that bit deep into their flesh and bones, then howled and moved up the ladders again.

They were all formidable soldiers who had cultivated the cultivation techniques of the human race, and these minor injuries could not stop them from fighting.

The soldiers guarding the city and the soldiers attacking the city were entangled like two immortal monsters. Both sides were not afraid of death or pain. Even if their bellies were cut wide open, they could quickly recover and return to the battlefield, so long as they retreated in time and lay on the ground for a while.

Wave after wave of soldiers covered in blood retreated or fell from the walls, and wave after wave of soldiers continue to fill their places.

It was an endless battle, like an unstoppable nightmare.