Myriad Realms Summoning System

The Battle of Broken Blade City lasted a whole day, from morning to dusk, with countless soldiers dying tragically on both sides almost every second.

In the evening, the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom finally broke into Duanren City, but the battle was not over yet. The soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom who broke into Duanren City launched a tough street battle with the defenders of the Great Zhou.

The street fighting lasted for two hours, and the defenders of the Great Zhou Kingdom were eventually wiped out.

But the ending of the Xianglong Kingdom was not good either. They also paid a heavy price. As the attacking party, their losses were nearly four times that of the Great Zhou, and nearly half of the 150,000 troops were killed or wounded.

The soil outside Broken Blade City had already turned reddish-brown, the blood could not coagulate, the haze in the sky could not dissipate, and the occasional broken branches had limbs that could no longer be identified hanging on them.

The sounds of fighting and shouting that filled the place not long ago have disappeared, making the silence at this moment seem extremely hideous.

Everything disappeared, all the wars were over. In the twilight, the infantry and cavalry of Xianglong Country wearing red armor had entered Duanren City, and the word "Deng" on the big flag was still faintly visible.

In the entire battlefield, there was only one person who was still fighting bravely, and he was the leader of the Crazy Lion Sect, Zhan Ge Kuang.

Uncle Yan died in the battle, the Great Zhou army was completely wiped out, and the hundreds of Crazy Lion Sect disciples he brought with him were also killed. Now, he is facing the millions of troops of the Xianglong Kingdom alone.

But he did not show any fear.

The blood-red sunset glow was gradually fading away. Zhan Ge Kuang and Deng Qingwen, standing proudly in the sky, were facing each other. Below them were piles of corpses and abandoned chariots and supplies. The two men were staring at each other like two tigers, and neither of them made a move.

Finally, Deng Qingwen broke the solemn atmosphere and said in a deep voice: "Zhan Ge Kuang, you are an amazing hero. I, Deng Qingwen, admire you, so I don't want to kill you. Just surrender!"

Upon hearing this, Zhan Ge Kuang laughed and said, "Deng Qingwen, don't you know who I am? You want me to be a mean person who lives a miserable life? That's just wishful thinking. Zhan can only be a man of the Great Zhou in this life, and even after death, he will be a ghost of the Great Zhou!"

Deng Qingwen said with great sorrow: "Great Zhou? Look at the Great Zhou now. Has he ever cared about your life or death? Has the Xiao royal family ever cared about your life or death? Is such an emperor worthy of your loyalty? You are the leader of the Crazy Lion Sect, one of the four major sects in the Great Zhou, but you work for the emperor of the Great Zhou. Where is your dignity? Are you willing to die like this?"

Zhan Ge Kuang shook his head slightly and said, "Deng Qingwen, you are wrong. Zhan is not working for the Xiao family. I am here today to prevent the people of Da Zhou from being enslaved by others.

"No matter how ruthless and indifferent the Xiao family is, this is all internal affairs of our Great Zhou. There is no need for you to interfere. The land of the people of the Great Zhou shall not be trampled upon by others."

Deng Qingwen was somewhat helpless about Zhan Ge Kuang's words: "Zhan Ge Kuang, as the leader of the Crazy Lion Sect, a martial arts expert, and someone who is on par with the royal family, why don't you stay in the sect and be the leader of your own sect? The people of the Great Zhou will naturally be protected by the Xiao royal family. What does it have to do with you?"

Zhan Ge Kuang laughed proudly and said, "The people of Da Zhou are my benefactors. Without them, I would have died decades ago. Therefore, I will not watch them fall into your hands. Zhan Ge Kuang's life was given by the people of Da Zhou! I should die for the people. Go ahead! Deng Qingwen!"

Deng Qingwen knew that he could not persuade Zhan Ge Kuang. He cherished Zhan Ge Kuang because he was a hero, but they had different positions, so he could only kill him.

"All martial masters and martial arts masters obey my orders, go all out and kill the War Song Maniac!"

At Deng Qingwen's command, three or four martial marquises and twenty or thirty martial artists all flew into the air and surrounded Zhan Ge Kuang.

Facing being surrounded by so many masters, Zhan Ge Kuang showed no fear. His armor was stained red with blood. After a day of fighting, his burly body looked a little tired.

But at this moment, the War Song Maniac under the setting sun was like a god of war, fighting against dozens of masters, causing countless ordinary soldiers with cold and numb faces to show a trace of confusion.

Is this man really the God of War? What is he insisting on?

"Brother Yan, wait for me, I, Zhan Ge Kuang, will come to accompany you right away!" Zhan Ge Kuang roared to the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roar of battle resounded throughout the sky, and Zhan Ge Kuang was like a lonely and proud lion, fighting hard with the pack of wolves.

Many wounds gradually appeared on his body. A big hole was unexpectedly stabbed on his back, his left arm was cut off by a martial artist, and he was even slashed in the chest, with blood constantly flowing out.

But he seemed to be unaware of the pain and continued to fight tirelessly. His true energy had been exhausted, and he only relied on his own will to slash at the enemy frantically.

Finally, the last bit of his consciousness disappeared, and his whole body slowly fell to the ground, but he did not fall down. Instead, he stood on the ground with a knife in his hand, glaring at the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom.

The look is frightening!

A martial artist was just about to pounce and deal with the War Song Maniac, but Deng Qingwen stopped him.

"Stop it! He's already dead!"

Dead?

The martial artist stopped moving, then stared at Zhan Ge Kuang in a daze and found that he had indeed lost his breath.

What on earth had kept this man going until now? He was unwilling to close his eyes even after his death.

"Marshal, it is said that Zhan Ge Kuang is a powerful martial artist who grew up from a commoner. Is that true?" A martial artist walked up to Deng Qingwen and asked in confusion.

Deng Qingwen nodded heavily and said, "Yes, Deng Qingwen has been an orphan since he was young. He has eaten food from many families and worn clothes from many families. He has grown up step by step to his current height. Perhaps this is why he fights to death! Civilians who are like ants in the eyes of countless people are the most precious people to him."

The martial arts marquis sighed. In this world where martial arts is respected and the weak are like ants, there are still people who cherish the lives of civilians so much. This made him very moved.

"Pass the order down. When the army enters the city, they must not kill innocent civilians without permission. Seal up the warehouses in Duanren City. The rewards for the soldiers will be distributed uniformly by the army according to their military merits," Deng Qingwen ordered.

He knew that this might hurt the morale of the army, but it was the only thing he could do for Zhan Ge Kuang. He didn't want Zhan Ge Kuang's lifelong protection to be destroyed.

Although Deng Qingwen is a rival of Zhan Ge Kuang, he respects Zhan Ge Kuang's character even more. He is a hero and his beliefs cannot be insulted.

"Where are the bodies of Zhan Ge Kuang and Yan Taishu?" the powerful Wu Hou asked.

Deng Qingwen took a deep breath, then sneered, "Put away the bodies of Uncle Yan and Zhan Ge Kuang. When the battle situation here is reported to the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom, we should also negotiate with them. Then bring their bodies to Luocheng and let Xiao Tianci take a good look. I'm sure his expression will be very interesting!"

"Yes, I'll send someone to do it right away!"