The ultimate divine weapon sought by every warrior on the continent of Mafa, the Blade of Hegemony is counted among the three great weapons of the Warrior lineage, alongside the Dragon-Slaying Fury Blade. It has historically been held exclusively by the Dragon-Demon Royal Family, and only when combined with the Royal Family's secret Lion's Roar technique, and worn with the Sun-Shine Heavenly Demon Armor of the Dragon-Demon lineage, can the true might of the Blade of Hegemony be unleashed!
The Dragon-Demon Royal Family has faced moments of dire peril that threatened their very existence several times, yet each time they managed to avert disaster solely through the formidable power of the Blade of Hegemony. In the Dragon-Demon Empire, the Blade of Hegemony remains the eternal symbol of invincibility, and simultaneously, the final trump card held by the Royal Family!
A waning moon hung high in the sky, the cold wind whistled mournfully, and upon the deck of the quiet ship, Moro Aotian stood motionless, gazing upward with a long sigh! Behind him, Moro Tianfeng and the others were universally crestfallen, none knowing what words might offer comfort.
Defeated. In the end, they were defeated. The Aotian Legion, once invincible and unparalleled across the continent, had suffered an unprecedented, crushing rout. They lost four Heavenly Demon Warriors, over three hundred thousand Aotian soldiers gave their lives, ancient divine artifacts passed down from antiquity were lost, along with untold amounts of vital logistical supplies, forcing them to retreat ignominiously back to the sea with their tails tucked between their legs.
And so, the myth of the Aotian Legion’s ceaseless victories and invincibility was finally shattered. This devastating defeat was mortal. The Aotian Legion was genuinely gutted, its vital energies severely depleted. To ever restore its former glory, it would likely require a very long period of rest and recuperation.
But did he still have a chance? Would Her Highness the Empress allow the Aotian Legion to march out again? Even if an opportunity arose, if they once more encountered that terrifying Demon-Devouring Body, how much power could the Aotian Legion's most vaunted magic corps truly deploy? Among the Seven Great Demon-Sealing Legions, could the Aotian Legion still hold its place? No one could say; all they could do was pray for the Empress's will.
Thinking of this, Moro Aotian let out another helpless sigh, as if only this action could release the worry and resentment churning within his chest!
“Marshal, the Thunderflame Legion has sent a message via a thousand-mile sound transmission.” A flurry of hurried footsteps echoed across the deck, and Charivin practically ran up behind Moro Aotian.
“The Thunderflame Legion!” Moro Aotian was slightly startled. What could possibly have caused the usually steady and composed Charivin to become so tense and excited? “What is it!”
“It is a chance for our Aotian Legion to turn the tide, Marshal.” Charivin was visibly thrilled, handing the report in his hand over to Moro Aotian.
“A chance to turn the tide.” Moro Aotian’s expression sharpened instantly, and he quickly took the report, unfurling it.
The generals clustered behind him were all immensely surprised, yet they managed to suppress their curiosity, instinctively focusing their gaze on the report held by Moro Aotian.
“Hahahaha, Heaven aids me!” After finishing the report, Moro Aotian could no longer contain himself and roared with laughter toward the heavens.
“Marshal, what is the meaning of this?” Moro Tianfeng asked, astonished.
“See for yourselves.” Moro Aotian passed the report in his hand over to Moro Tianfeng.
“Thunderflame Legion, decapitation strike, intercept Ketu Star-Shine.” Upon reading the report, Moro Tianfeng too was overcome with excitement. It turned out that the other contingent Lanling had spoken of was indeed the Thunderflame Legion.
“Truly unexpected.” Moro Aotian finally managed to quell the wild elation surging within him. “Though it stings deeply to have been used as bait in the open, this is the Aotian Legion’s final opportunity for redemption.”
“Marshal, give the order.” Moro Zhanlong was already itching for action. “This time, no matter what, we must slay that Blue Lightning.”
“That goes without saying.” Moro Aotian’s teeth ground together in fury. “If they wish to return to Dragon-Demon City, they must first pass through Yun City, and only then can they take the Thunder Eagles back home. We will intercept them on the route from C City back to Yun City.”
“This time, the primary target for interception is the Blue Lightning,” Moro Tianfeng asserted. “If this person is not eliminated, our Demon-Sealing Mages will never know a moment’s peace.”
“No mistakes this time!” A flicker of icy killing intent crossed Moro Aotian’s grim countenance. “We must plan this meticulously; we cannot afford another failure.”
Dragon-Demon City! Within the Imperial Palace!
In the center of the great hall stood a colossal Nine Dragons Circling Array. Nine colorful, vividly rendered small dragons appeared almost alive, emitting waves of dazzling light as they swam gently within the formation. At the heart of the array stood a three-legged, dragon-shaped altar, one meter high and two meters wide. Implanted in the center of the altar was a long blade, entirely obsidian black with edges of snow-white steel!
Even from a distance, Jiuyue Chongyang felt himself drawn in by the monumental, overwhelming fluctuations emanating from the altar, as if what was plunged into the tripod was not some lifeless object, but a deity commanding the world!
The Blade of Hegemony! The final, ultimate artifact protecting the Dragon-Demon Royal Lineage!
Every time he beheld this legendary divine weapon, Jiuyue Chongyang found it impossible to suppress the awe, reverence, and fear surging within him. It was this Blade of Hegemony that had helped the Dragon-Demon Royal Family weather one perilous crisis after another, allowing them to remain firmly established and dominate the continent. When he was still the Crown Prince, Jiuyue Chongyang had personally witnessed the terrifying might of the Blade of Hegemony! For the Blade, Jiuyue Chongyang held both fear and deep respect. Even now, as the ruler of a nation, the overwhelmingly dominant aura of the Blade of Hegemony still caused him to feel a dull sense of suffocation and pressure!
“Great Dragon God, please bestow power and courage upon your most devout subjects.” Jiuyue Chongyang forced down his rising excitement, working hard to calm himself, and approached the Nine Dragons Circling Array, kneeling to offer his prayer: “The Demon-Sealing enemies are about to invade; please permit your subjects to borrow your immense strength to crush our foes.”
Behind him, Jiuyue Zhuyue also wore a grave expression, occasionally muttering ancient incantations under his breath!
The lithe little dragons hovering over the Nine Dragons Circling Array seemed to respond to some mysterious summons. They swiftly flowed toward the central tripod, climbing onto it, and then diving into the Blade of Hegemony resting at the center of the great cauldron!
Swish! The previously obsidian Blade of Hegemony suddenly erupted with dazzling, nine-colored divine light, illuminating the entire underground palace brilliantly!
After a significant moment, the blinding radiance finally subsided!
The Nine Dragons Circling Array was blank; none of the nine spirited little dragons could be seen. The entire grand formation began to dim, its luster fading, leaving only the clearly etched cloud-mottled stone on the floor, as if the magical array had never existed.
Only the central tripod remained, standing solitary. Within its center, the long blade, which had shone with such radiance, now stood silently plunged within.
“Your Majesty, you may draw the Blade of Hegemony now,” Jiuyue Zhuyue stated solemnly.
“En.” Jiuyue Chongyang nodded slightly, bowing respectfully three more times before approaching the tripod and drawing the Blade of Hegemony!
Feeling the unfamiliar, profound surge of energy vibrating through the hilt, Jiuyue Chongyang was filled with soaring martial spirit: “Demon-Sealing Empire, no matter who you send, you will surely be sent back without return!”