The First Cultivator - Changing Existence - Chapter 723

Chapter 723: The Battlefield – 723 Chapter 723: The Battlefield – 723 Many groups of soldiers formed many different camps.

The most important camp formed was naturally that which formed around the Emperor.  There was only one person missing from the camp, Sword Master Shang.

Although the two Emperors had declared a temporary state of non battle, nothing could stop the two most powerful beings on the continent.

They merely took their fight elsewhere out of respect for their Emperors.

Skymender sat among the most powerful people in the Empire, yet even among them, he was considered to be at the top.

Some of them had injuries, while some looked the same as they had yesterday.

Naturally, this was because some had fought, while others had not.

Sword Master Gargantuan looked particularly injured, but it only made him even more intimidating.

It was only to be expected, as he had been fighting two Sword Masters of the same rank as himself.

In comparison, not many others attending had major injuries.  As the night grew deeper, they began to plan out various methods of attack and plans.

Not much changed from before they fought, but they made some minor changes in order to adapt to the Ancient Empire’s tactics.

They did not stay awake for very long, as every single one of them needed rest.

Skymender found himself a cozy tent and fell asleep.

He was awoken by a loud horn.

He got up and prepared himself, as did countless other soldiers.

Before long, the Emperor shouted.

“Charge!” Once again, war began.

The Sword Masters found their opponents even faster, while Sword Master Shang and Sword Grandmaster Tianzhao fought within sight once again.

It was impossible to tell if either had an upper hand or if either was winning.

Due to how long their fight was lasting, it could be assumed that both had yet to go all out, as such a battle would likely end within minutes.

Skymender charged into battle as well, throwing poisons far into the enemy’s territory.

However, not long after he entered the enemy’s battlefield, he was attacked by two notable people.

One was the Serpent Master, while the other was the third rank Sword Master he had injured yesterday.

Clearly, the Ancient Empire had decided to stop withholding any forces.

Skymender quickly retreated to the main battlefield where both sides met, and began to fight the two enemies.

He quickly cleared out an area with a few mist poisons, which stopped both the Serpent Master and the third rank Sword Master from coming near him.

However, just as he did so, tens of enemies from the Ancient Empire’s side began to shoot arrows at him.

In addition, the Sword Master threw throwing knives, while the Serpent Master controlled snakes with his flute to surround Skymender.

Skymender quickly realized that he was at an immense disadvantage and left the poison mist, entering the sea of warriors.

This stopped the arrows from being shot, as there was a high chance that it would hit an ally, but it only made his situation against the Serpent Master and the third rank Sword Master worse.

The battlefield was truly a different place, where things that would not normally work worked.

Skymender did not have any obvious advantage against the Serpent Master or the Sword Master, and when their efforts combined, he struggled to gain the upper hand.  Just as Skymender was about to retreat further, the Serpent Master spoke.

“Skymender.

Me and you should talk.” Skymender ignored him.

He couldn’t imagine caring about anything he had to say.

All three of them played a game of cat and mouse across the battlefield.

Skymender knew that he would be unable to kill them, so he simply drew their attention.

In this way, they would be unable to wreak havoc.

They also noticed this, but when they tried to disengage, Skymender would get aggressive.

Essentially, Skymender was locking down two powerful figures of the Empire.

The Sword Master had no excuse, but the Serpent Master seemed annoyed, as if he was unable to truly display his full power.  He mumbled to himself.

“Just you wait.

When I have the proper time to prepare, I’ll show you why I am no less of a threat than Sword Grandmaster Tianzhao.” The battle continued for hours, hundreds dying often.

The armies were both visibly thinning, with nobody clearly coming out on top.

Suddenly, in the middle of the battlefield, two figures appeared.

One had mid length gray hair, and an ancient face.

He held a sword calmly, with the bearing of an elder.

Across from him was a man who seemed middle aged.

He held a sword, but was anything but calm.

He gave off the feeling of an unrestrained beast, and there was blood visible in many places of his body.

The ancient looking man spoke, his voice reaching Sword Master Shang, seemingly ignoring the sounds of the battlefield.

“Though I don’t mind killing you today, it is not yet the time.

For now, we will call this a draw.

The next time we fight, I can’t promise you will live.” Although it seemed as if they had been evenly matched during their fight, their current states attested to the fact that, though only by a little, Sword Master Shang was indeed a bit inferior.

“The next time we meet, I won’t hold back either.” Sword Master Shang responded.  Though he did not give off the calm and ancient feeling of the man in front of him, he gave off the feeling of a man with infinite potential.

It seemed as though, even if the sky fell, he would remain tall.

Sword Grandmaster Tianzhao merely shook his head before turning around.

“Next time, I’ll show you why I am a Sword Grandmaster, Shang.” Sword Master Shang watched as he calmly walked towards the Ancient Empire’s side.

Any person that came near him, ally or foe, was cut into pieces in an instant.

It was hard to even tell if he was drawing his sword.

Not too long after he left, the Ancient Empire and the Faceless Empire began a mutual retreat.

Skymender stopped fighting as well, returning to the Faceless Empire camp.