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"Can fight Immortals!"

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing these words, everyone's eyes instantly sharpened.

A chance?

"Inside is the power left behind by the Immortals of Wudang Mountain through the ages. The Barbarian God of the ancient Golden Royal Court did not descend in its True Body, a battle is not impossible, but... the restrictions are quite significant."

Song Yingqiao said in a deep voice.

"What are the restrictions?"

Wei Jinfeng immediately inquired.

"Immortal's Weapon cannot be wielded by mortals. When truly activated, the Dao Yun will crush the Martial Artist, annihilating them in an instant, wielding it is to face certain death."

Song Yingqiao stated word by word.

"No matter, let me do it!"

There was a resolute look on Wei Jinfeng's face.

His cultivation was the strongest among those present, making him the most suitable person to wield the True Martial Sword. If he couldn't do it, then no one else could.

Having reached this point, he had no opportunity to retreat.

Behind him were millions of Liangzhou common people, hundreds of thousands of Beiliang Army soldiers, and countless people who looked up to him as their idol. For Liangzhou, he was willing to take the risk!

"Prince, let me do it."

"Prince, let me do it."

"Prince, you cannot afford to be lost. The Beiliang Army still needs you to lead. Let me try, even in death, no regrets."

Hearing Wei Jinfeng's words, the commanders of several major camps of the Beiliang Army all spoke up, their eyes reddened.

This was not deliberate, but a genuine expression of emotion.

For the Prince, for the Beiliang Army, they were willing to sacrifice themselves.

Wanyan Tianba, observing those rushing forward to die, curled his lips into a contemptuous smile, feeling as though he was watching a farce, ants will always be ants.

How can ants shake a tree?

"Barbarian God, take advantage of this moment, and eradicate them in one fell swoop!"

Wanyan Tianba was not prepared to give them time, it was more fitting for them to die early.

But unexpectedly, that giant hand in the sky did not move at all, as if frozen.

Chen Yuan frowned and immediately asked:

"Senior, what is happening?"

"It is that Taoist friend from Wudang Mountain who is momentarily affecting the void, but they cannot appear to intervene, and it will only take a moment for this Barbarian God to dissipate these influences."

"Understood."

Song Yingqiao watched the Beiliang Army warriors vying to wield the True Martial Sword, slowly shook his head, and said:

"The True Martial Sword has a Spirit and will choose its own master, there is no need for everyone to fight over it."

"Immortal Sword has a Spirit?"

Everyone, including Wei Jinfeng, focused their eyes on the True Martial Sword in Song Yingqiao's hand.

And several breaths of time had already passed since the previous exchange of blows.

Seeing that the Barbarian God had made no movement, Wanyan Tianba was startled and quickly used a Secret Technique to respond, feeling inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

And with the Barbarian God not moving, the strong ones on the Northern Barbarians' side also did not act, merely watching Wanyan Tianba and waiting for his command.

Song Yingqiao had no intention of wasting time, after all, hope could not be placed on the Northern Barbarians' side. He immediately wielded the True Martial Sword in his hand, and the ancient bronze sword once again shone brightly in the void.

The sound of the sword resounded in everyone's ears.

Among the crowd, Zuo Chengzong's expression tightened, hurriedly restraining his own agitation to prevent others from noticing his anomaly.

After the sword's cry, the True Martial Sword swiftly transformed into a stream of light in the void, and its stopping point shocked everyone present because the True Martial Sword stopped right in front of Chen Yuan.

The atmosphere was momentarily silent.

Chen Yuan!

It was actually Chen Yuan!

Everyone, including Wei Jinfeng, was shocked; even a Yang Transformation expert wielding the True Martial Sword faced almost certain death, and if Chen Yuan wielded it, wouldn't it be... certain death?!!!

No one knew that Chen Yuan was already aware in advance of the current situation, and was not surprised at all by the True Martial Sword choosing its master, as it was all part of the plan of that old Heavenly Master.

It seemed that the Immortal Sword randomly chose its master, but in reality, it was orchestrated.

Just like.....

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuan calmly glanced around at everyone present, slowly reaching out his hand, preparing to grasp the True Martial Immortal Sword hovering before him.

"Chen Green Envoy!"

Suddenly, someone called out in the silence.

Like a firefly lighting up in the pitch-black night, it drew the attention of countless people; they admired Chen Yuan's courage.

For the life and death of Liangzhou's people, he was willing to sacrifice himself.

"Chen Brother."

Wei Wuque clenched his fists tightly, his eyes slightly red in this tragic atmosphere.

"Chen Yuan."

The main and deputy commanders of the four camps of the Beiliang Army were also stunned in place.

Without hesitation, without delay, when the True Martial Sword hovered before him, he reached out without hesitation, asking himself, if it were them, would they really have such courage?

"Chen Yuan."

Wei Jinfeng's gaze deepened. Unknowing as he was, even he couldn't help but sincerely admire Chen Yuan for what he had done, and... feel immense regret.

Everyone could foresee Chen Yuan's future as indisputably a True Monarch power.

Yet at this moment, he abandoned everything to dedicate himself.

The moment Chen Yuan's hand grasped the ancient bronze sword, a terrifying aura instantly descended upon him, causing his complexion to redden sharply, and a wisp of blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.

The overwhelming aura was entirely beyond what his Realm could control.

If it weren't for Moluo on his body, able to offset this power, Chen Yuan would never have agreed to the conditions of Wudang Mountain's offer.

As the power descended upon Chen Yuan, another invisible force also flowed into his limbs and bones, offsetting seventy percent of the pressure for him.