My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1201 - 409: Tian Wu of Great Han, Here to Break the

"Why don’t we do this..."

Lin Xuzhou from the Nine Nether Alliance said, "Let’s form a formation on the periphery to see if we can dispel the surrounding black fog and bring Elder Feng and the others back."

"Not appropriate."

Ting Songke said, "The number of people from the Demon Path already exceeds ours. If we get entangled, another part of them could directly co to attack the city, what then?"

"But..."

Lin Xuzhou stomped his foot and said, "We can’t just stand by and watch, can we? If the three elders encounter any mishap, aren’t we dood all the sa?"

"No need for you."

Amidst the panic among the Core Formation cultivators, a deep and calm voice rang out.

They turned their heads and saw that Emperor Tianwu had already donned the Eight Desolates Fla Armor, his gaze directed at the dense array of enemy warships ahead:

"I will breach the formation myself. Fellow Daoists, just hold your grounds."

"What did you say?"

Ting Songke doubted his ears: "You’re going alone? There are at least forty Core Formation cultivators ahead, including so at the middle and late stages, along with ghost fog and nurous cultivators. Going alone, how is it different from a lamb entering a tiger’s den?"

"In battle, morale must not be lost."

Chen Sansi could sense everyone’s fear.

He didn’t waste words, cast the Blood Burning Technique, transforming into a blazing light and soared into the sky, charging directly into the pitch-black Demon Path great formation.

"Huh?"

Master Xuan Cheng couldn’t even stop him.

The other Golden Core cultivators were left looking at each other.

"Quick."

Master Xuan Cheng said, "Pick out ten Daoists to accompany in assisting Daoist Tianwu."

No one responded.

Ting Songke and the others quietly retreated.

The number of Demon Path mbers was large, and they had already set up a formation in advance. No one was foolish enough to rush into death.

"Senior brother, just let him go!"

Nine Returns Master glared and said, "It’s better if he dies!"

Among the crowd, Xue Jingfeng had a look of schadenfreude.

"Shanshi."

Master Yu Ling, who was watching from an unnoticed corner of the city wall, couldn’t hold back any longer and was about to chase after him, only to find Jiang Xiyue, disguised as a cultivator from Sky Wall City, following behind.

She quickly said, "Xi Yue, you can’t go."

"You two."

The Eastern Jingxing Divine Beast blocked them: "His Majesty’s imperial command just now was that he goes alone to breach the formation, so neither of you need to go."

...

Hundreds of thousands of people, millions of eyes, all watched as Tianwu rushed into the enemy formation alone.

Then, a voice resounded through the heavens and earth.

"Great Han Tianwu!

"I co to breach the formation——"

"..."

...

On the south side of the Great Wall, a Foundation Establishnt loose cultivator found it unbelievable.

He instinctively wanted to complain about Tianwu’s recklessness to those around him, but in the midst of the chaos, he noticed a group of white-haired martial artists gathered together, their expressions remarkably calm compared to the others.

"You are from the Han Dynasty, aren’t you?"

The loose cultivator asked curiously, "Aren’t you worried that your Emperor is going alone to breach the formation?"

"You cultivators are such cowards!"

Zhu Tong spat out the dogtail grass from his mouth and said in an unfriendly tone, "It’s just breaching a formation, what’s the big deal?"

"What’s the big deal?"

The loose cultivator said, "Do you even know how many Golden Core cultivators are in there?"

"So what?"

Xiong Qiuan continued, "Don’t worry, His Majesty knows what he’s doing."

"You probably don’t know our Emperor, do you?"

Liu Jinkui patted the loose cultivator on the shoulder, "If you spent more ti with His Majesty, you’d know there’s nothing much to it."

"Nothing much to it?"

Loose cultivator He Ruiyuan was incredulous, "You’re telling facing countless troops alone is nothing much, what, does your Emperor often do things like this?"

"Nonsense, we’re used to it."

Xiong Qiuan pulled out a jug of wine.