The Human Emperor

In that apocalyptic age, many supreme experts had worked together to take Gao Xianzhi’s Six Ultimate Majesties God Technique and create one of the supreme Great General techniques, the Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art. Now, more than twenty years before it had actually been completed, it had returned to Gao Xianzhi’s hands. This subtle shift in history had been facilitated solely by Wang Chong. Yet another step had been taken off the original path.

The Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art had very strict cultivation requirements. One needed to have reached the Great General level, and one needed to cultivate it undisturbed and without pause for an entire month. This was the reason Wang Chong had not given Gao Xianzhi the Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art at the very beginning.

Wang Chong turned his head to a nearby Qixi messenger.

“Inform Cheng Qianli to dispatch men to ensure that no one gets within one hundred zhang of the Lord of Talas’s residence.”

“Yes, Milord!”

……

Time slowly passed. While Talas was a hive of activity where everyone was preparing for battle, more than sixty li away, the Western Turkic camp was fraught with tension.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled and dark clouds seethed above the Turkic camp, with even more clouds being gathered in from the surroundings. Where the thunderclouds were most unsettled, a blue stream of energy soared into the sky, a dazzling landmark between the heavens and the earth.

Beneath this blue pillar of energy, floating in the air, was a muscular and tyrannical figure. He was equipped in a full suit of armor, and a black cape on his back snapped in the wind. His entire body exuded a despotic and scornful aura.

Shamask, Chekun Benba, and the other Turkic generals tightly guarded the area around Duwu Sili, and farther away, the thousands upon thousands of Turkic cavalry were a tide of steel that flowed around Duwu Sili, apparently adhering to some sort of law or rule. They roared as they galloped, their eyes shining with a fervent light.