Gale Aura: Those enveloped in this aura gain a significant increase in movement and attack speed—at least double. They become as swift as the wind. And that was only the beginning.
The Holy Emperor chanted again, unleashing one aura after another.
"Stone Skin!!"
"Thorns!!"
"Blessing!!"
"Holy Spirit!!"
Stone Skin Aura formed a layer of rocky armor over those affected. This stone armor was incredibly resilient—even divine weapons would struggle to pierce it.
Thorns Aura caused spiked armor to grow over the body. Any attack received would be reflected; only a fraction—maybe two or three tenths—would actually be felt. Unless the aura was instantly broken or the upper threshold overwhelmed, it was difficult to bypass this defense.
Blessing Aura bathed every knight in holy radiance. Any injuries sustained would quickly heal. On a battlefield with this aura, even wanting to die was difficult unless one was instantly killed. Otherwise, they'd rise like cockroaches—again and again.
Holy Spirit Aura, condensed from purest faith, bestowed divine protection—repelling all evil and shielding the body from harm. With this aura, the knights gained fearlessness and tremendous strength.
Six auras in total radiated from the Holy Emperor, cloaking him in layers of divine brilliance. The entire Holy Knight Legion surged with power, undergoing a terrifying transformation. Their strength increased threefold, becoming something entirely different from before.
In an instant, the entire legion was shrouded in radiant divine light.
They charged, crushing everything in their path.
An invisible pressure blanketed the whole legion. Under the power of the auras, they fought as one—a unified, invincible army. Even the weakest knight was at the Fourth Tier, equivalent to the Dharma Realm, with many reaching Fifth Tier, or the Nascent Soul Realm. Under the auras, their combat power approached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm—some even stronger.
Such an army, when unleashed, brought with it terrifying momentum. This was the Holy Empire's elite force, forged with the strength of the entire nation.
"White Dragon Legion, heed my command—Heaven and Earth without limit, channel divine might!"
Zhao Yun's voice rang out crisply.
"Heah!!"
The million-strong White Dragon Legion shouted in unison as they surged forward. A mysterious, invisible connection appeared between them and Zhao Yun, continuously feeding him their energy.
True essence and mana from each soldier poured into Zhao Yun without conflict—in fact, they fused in perfect harmony. His body and his steed began to expand rapidly, visibly growing larger by the second.
Ten meters... dozens... hundreds... then thousands of meters tall.
In a flash, Zhao Yun became a towering giant clad in silver-white battle armor, like a god of war. In his hand, he held a bright silver spear—the Zhaodan Spear. His eyes focused. The next instant, the spear thrust forward.
"Kill!!"
A cold voice exploded like thunder across the battlefield.
The spear trembled, unleashing a torrent of spear shadows that took shape—each turning into a vivid, living dragon. Seven dragons in total: Yellow Dragon, White Dragon, Golden Dragon, Fire Dragon, Azure Dragon, Blue Dragon, and Wind Dragon.
Each carried a unique elemental force, along with a distinct martial intent—some fierce, some heavy, some soft, some swift. The power in each dragon was immense, each containing energy on par with a Tier Eight Dao Platform Realm cultivator.
Spear Technique – Seven Strikes of Coiling Dragons!!
The speed of the dragons was incalculable.
On the battlefield, they were like the first brilliant rays of light piercing the darkness—stunning and unstoppable. They tore into the Holy Knight Legion with overwhelming force.
"Kill!!"
The knights didn't falter or retreat. With fearless resolve, they lunged forward, their spears stabbing toward the incoming dragons with ruthless precision.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The knights' spears clashed against the dragons, producing metallic shrieks. Their force and fury were not lacking—imbued with violent battle aura and the spirit of knighthood, akin to martial will.
Yet as they struck, they felt an irresistible power surge through the dragon forms, flowing back through their weapons into their bodies. One after another, the knights were blasted away.
Pfft! Pfft!
Mouthfuls of blood burst forth like fountains.
The dragon shadows, like a storm, rampaged through the formation. Thousands of knights were injured, flung out of their battle lines. Over hundreds of thousands were wounded. The sheer force Zhao Yun unleashed was too overwhelming. The gap between Tier Five and Tier Eight was not something numbers could overcome—even six auras couldn't resist this crushing power.
Yet the knight legion did not break. Their charge continued. Their knightly spirit still burned fiercely, unshakable.
"Holy Knights!!" the Holy Emperor roared.
"Sacrifice, Humility, Guardianship, Valor, Mercy, Devotion, Justice, Loyalty!!"
One by one, the knights' bodies began to glow. The eight knightly virtues gathered into a divine manifestation—a towering Holy Knight, over a thousand meters tall, cloaked in radiant divine light. The eight virtues swirled around it like halos. Anyone who laid eyes on it knew instinctively: this was the perfect knight—flawless, pure, invincible.
In that moment, the Holy Emperor and the entire Holy Knight Legion merged into this giant. The Holy Knight became fully tangible, and a wave of divine pressure surged across heaven and earth.
A million knights formed the body, and eight virtues formed the weapon—a dazzling lance shimmering with eight-colored divine light.
The pressure it emitted surged violently. That lance... was unstoppable.
"Heaven and Earth without limit—Battle Formation of Divine Troops!!"
Zhao Yun issued the decree without hesitation.
In an instant, the entire White Dragon Legion reacted as one.
Within moments, they had transformed into a massive white dragon—tens of thousands of meters long. Once fully formed, it was practically tangible. The dragon raised a claw and struck down at the Holy Knight with overwhelming might.
BOOM!!!
The golden knight's lance met the dragon claw, trying to hold it back. But in the next second, a terrifying force erupted from the claw. The divine lance dimmed and then shattered, crumbling into pieces. The dragon claw slammed the Holy Knight to the ground, a deafening crash exploding across the land. Cracks like spiderwebs split outward in every direction.
It was as if the entire world would collapse.
The next moment—the Holy Knight exploded.
Countless knights were sent flying like scattered raindrops. Many smashed into the ground, leaving craters as blood gushed from their bodies. Only a few managed to stay standing. If not for the auras protecting them, they would have been annihilated in an instant. The scene was horrific.
Even the Holy Emperor staggered, shock filling his eyes.
High in the sky, the white dragon disbanded, returning to its original form—the White Dragon Legion. Their aura was slightly depleted, but their eyes remained cold and focused, watching the battlefield for the next move.
If any danger appeared, they would strike again—without mercy.
"So this is the Great Yi Legion... It defeated my Holy Knight Legion in a single blow. Is this the true strength of the Immortal Court?"
The Holy Emperor gazed at the White Dragon Legion, bitter disappointment in his eyes.
This was the heartbreak of having one's greatest trump card crushed. He had never imagined the difference would be so vast. He thought they'd at least last several rounds—not lose instantly. Reality was harsher than he could bear.
"Holy Emperor, with this outcome… do you still wish to continue the battle?"
Jia Xu stood in the air, calmly asking.
"No."
The Holy Emperor looked at the sky, then at his broken legion. He closed his eyes and slowly said:
"This battle… my Holy Empire has lost.From this day forth, the Knight World belongs to the Great Yi Immortal Court.I am willing to lead the Holy Empire into Great Yi—not for kingship,but only to make one request:Allow me to continue leading the Holy Knight Legion—to fight, to earn merit,and to restore honor to the knights!"
"Very well," Jia Xu replied with a smile."I will relay your request to the Holy King.From today onward… we are comrades."
He respected the Holy Emperor's choice. As a former ruler of a Destiny Dynasty, he was no fool. His vision, strength, and leadership were worth drawing to Great Yi's side.