Chapter 599


    Chapter 599


    "Kill!" With a roar, tens of thousands of warriors swarmed like locusts.


    Tiger sneered and said, "A bunch of trash! Do you think that just with more people you can defeat us?


    It''s a joke!"


    "Change formation!" With a roar, within an instant, one hundred royal guards quickly took their


    positions, forming a strange pattern... It was like a sharp sickle of death!


    "Kill!" The royal guards shouted, their voices low but shaking the air. They were military legends! They


    were the nation''s weapons! They were the kings of soldiers!


    A mere tens of thousands of warriors dared to stand in their way? Death!


    Boom! With a loud noise, the two sides finally collided. In an instant, tens of thousands of warriors


    engulfed Tiger and the others.


    Seeing this, Guardian Michael and Zen finally showed a hint of triumph on their faces. It seemed that


    their inexplicable anxiety before was just overthinking. This time, Chris was bound to die!


    Even though he possessed immense strength, faced with tens of thousands of enraged martial artists,


    there was only one way for him to go: death. Once Chris died, the Dragon Emblem fragment would fall


    into their hands!


    *Bang! Bang! Bang!...*


    In the blink of an eye, shouts, collisions, and the sounds of battle resounded everywhere. The two


    sides had just collided, and the situation had already be intensely heated. Despite the various


    martial arts sects numbering in the tens of thousands, Tiger and hispanions struck without


    hesitation.


    With each swing of their des, they reaped lives like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. A single sh


    sent heads flying. A hundred people, a hundred shes, and a hundred heads! The scene was


    extremely bloody and shocking. Morton and Grace Field, who followed behind, felt a chill down their


    spines and were utterly stunned.


    Among the thousands of martial artists, no one could withstand the charge of the royal guards. Their


    battle array was peculiar, seemingly merging the strength of hundreds into one. Although these tens of


    thousands of martial artists were fierce experts from various sects, they were cut down by the royal


    guards as easily as slicing through vegetables.


    "This is a battle array!"


    Suddenly, both of them almost simultaneously cried out in horror. Having been dominant forces in their


    own right, they had vast experience and had already recognized that the formation used by the royal


    guards was a military battle array. Morton and Grace Field''s minds went nk. They hadn''t expected


    the royal guards to be from the military. Who exactly was Chris?


    With that thought, they didn''t dare think any further. The two exchanged a nce and then charged into


    the crowd without hesitation. Both of them were powerful experts at the grandmaster level, and the


    ordinary martial artists couldn''t stop them.


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    Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield. If one were to look down from above, they would


    witness a peculiar sight. The Grim Reaper''s scythe, formed by Tiger and the royal guards, rampaged


    through the tens of thousands of martial artists. Wherever they went, martial artists were in on the


    spot, their corpses tumbling down the mountain.


    Blood flowed from their bodies, dyeing the entire mountain red. At that moment, the mountain should


    not have been called Golden Top but rather, Bloody Top. The chilling and heartrending screams were


    enough to make one''s hair stand on end.


    Guardian Michael and Zen were dumbfounded by the sight. "Impossible! How could this be?" Zen''s


    face was filled with disbelief. He couldn''t imagine that tens of thousands of martial artists were no


    match for a mere hundred people.