Chapter 2795

This great celestial deity's innate magic artifact, the Blood Blade Battle Axe, possesses a combat technique——

The body follows the axe.

Wherever the Blood Blade Battle Axe flies, he can instantly appear there himself.

He appeared before General Changling, raised his hand without a word and chopped, utterly without flourish.

The axe's sound of tearing through the air was like a ghost's wail, extraordinarily shrill.

This change of move was extremely swift; General Changling only had time to thrust his spear sideways, both hands raised high to block.

Only a clear "ding" was heard, as if time itself had frozen.

Beneath General Changling's feet, a crack three zhang deep had suddenly appeared. Soldiers fighting along this line, friend or foe alike, instantly had blood spurt on the spot.

And Peng Chang himself? His movements seemed to have frozen as well, even his warhorse beneath him remained utterly still.

After a full two breaths, his spear in hand snapped into two pieces, clanging to the ground. From his heavenly crown to his throat knot, then to his chest center, a blood line burst forth.

Thereafter, he collapsed, man and steed alike, already split into even left and right halves upon hitting the ground, falling into his own pool of blood.

Such was the might of Bai Zhan Tian's casual strike.

The surrounding armies forgot to fight, for a moment the field fell silent.

"I am Bai Zhan Tian, today I shall dye Chen En Ya red with the blood of the Pan Long people!" Bai Zhan Tian's icy voice echoed across the battlefield, "Still standing there doing what? Kill!"

The Great Celestial Deity personally took action! The Between Between Between Beijia troops, hearing this, were all greatly invigorated in spirit.

"Old Peng!"

Sha Wei, who was over twenty zhang away, witnessed this scene, let out a great cry, turned his horse's head and charged over. He usually got along well with Peng Chang; the night before, the two had secretly left the camp to drink by the river, but today his good friend had become a ghost under the Great Celestial Demon's axe.

The one who arrived even faster than him was Grand Marshal Zhao Jinghe. He raised his arm and pointed forward, whereupon the heavy ordnance on the walls of Ming Sha Lin City all simultaneously aimed at Bai Zhan Tian and fired off.

Xu Shichu, who was hurrying this way, urgently shouted: "Stop! All of you stop!"

But it was already too late.

More than ten siege crossbows locked onto Bai Zhan Tian; within a few breaths, they came shooting this way, smoke and dust filling the air.

Xu Shichu, furious, slapped his thigh: "Nonsense! Isn't this just letting Bai Zhan Tian fish in troubled waters?"

The battlefield was filled with smoke and dust; who could still see clearly where Bai Zhan Tian was?

Zhao Jinghe was still galloping on his horse when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a faint light flashing before his eyes. He hesitated not, raising his great shield to block, only to hear a "bang"—himself, his horse, and the shield were sent spinning half a turn, nearly falling to the ground.

Bai Zhan Tian emerged from the smoke and dust, his speed so great that even Zhao Jinghe, a general infused with yuan force, could not perceive him. Zhao Jinghe's horse had not yet steadied when another "swish" sounded before his eyes—the siege crossbow was actually coming straight for him.

This crossbow possesses tracking and piercing ability; if one shot misses, it will automatically pursue the target.

Its target is Bai Zhan Tian, but the latter is charging toward Zhao Jinghe, thus taking him as a living shield.

Zhao Jinghe frantically dodged, but his mount was not so fortunate—it was pierced through the neck by the giant crossbow and died. Moreover, this siege crossbow explodes upon striking a target. After Zhao Jinghe fell to the ground, his first action was to plant his great shield before himself to avoid harm.

That our own siege crossbow killed our own general's horse—this is truly preposterous!

Zhao Jinghe had just landed when he felt a breeze brush the back of his head; he only had time to raise his spear to block, when a tremendous force flung him away.

In his perception, it felt as if he had been head-on struck by a rampaging giant elephant.

The force was nearly impossible to resist. Even he, a national pillar general with yuan force protecting him, at the moment of being flung away discovered the opponent's power penetrating chest and back, nearly shaking his six viscera apart.

Just this one blow, his internal organs suffered grave injury.

Had it been an ordinary commander, he would surely have died on the spot long ago.

How strong! Bai Zhan Tian's strength is actually this formidable!

He had not yet landed. Bai Zhan Tian followed like a shadow. Already appeared before him.

Zhao Jinghe was greatly alarmed.

Two immortals of Pan Long arrived just in time to reinforce; before they even reached, their divine powers in hand had already greeted Bai Zhan Tian's occiput, and even that wind demon had arrived.

A gust of wind compressed from fifteen levels of gang wind attacked Bai Zhan Tian's head and face, while simultaneously sweeping Zhao Jinghe away in one motion.

Who would have thought Bai Zhan Tian would strike first despite coming after? The wind demon's fist had not yet struck him, but Bai Zhan Tian's axe had already arrived, diagonally cleaving into the wind mass.

Wind has no substance. Yet when Bai Zhan Tian brought down this axe, everyone nearby saw clearly——

The formless, substanceless wind demon was actually cleaved in two by him from within.

Before the wind demon could even react, Bai Zhan Tian's axe blade danced wildly in his hand, slicing and cutting flesh across it like mincing meat, carving dozens of gashes. If previously the wind demon had merely been temporarily severed in two, now it was corpses shattered into myriad fragments.

That fifteen-level gang wind naturally could not be sustained, dispersing completely in the air.

It did not die, merely severely weakened, forced to scatter and retreat, returning to its master's magic artifact to rest, at least not emerging again for a hundred days.

Though it sounds complicated, Bai Zhan Tian actually dealt with the wind demon in less than two breaths.

However, when he went to pursue Zhao Jinghe again, his body felt as if it had struck something, giving a violent jerk:

Sometime ago, between him and Zhao Jinghe, an almost invisible net-wall had risen.

No, Bai Zhan Tian looked around and immediately corrected: it should be that a layer of net-wall had appeared around him, likely a gift left behind when the wind demon attacked.

Here, countless silk threads are woven together, each sharper than a blade.

Unlike spider silk, these do not drift with the wind, but each remains in a state of taut tension. Thus, whoever strikes it now feels as if striking an endless blade's edge. Greater impact force makes it very easy to shatter oneself completely!

Yes, literally "shattered to pieces."

This net is made of yin-ling silk. A perfectly normal person charging forward, before even reacting, will be sliced by it into minced meat on the ground.

And with yuan force empowering it, the strength of the yin-ling net rises in a straight line. Earlier, the wandering Daoist of Zhong Lü relied on this invisible silk net to harvest the lives of two Between Between Between Beijia immortals.

However, after Bai Zhan Tian struck the yin-ling net, what injury did he sustain?

Very slight.

He retreated faster than he advanced; upon touching the net, he violently rebounded himself, his cheeks cut by two long bloodstains, forming just an "X" shape. He touched the wound with his hand, examined it closely, seeming not to believe that his true immortal body could actually be marred by a few mere threads.

He raised his battle axe and chopped forward on the yin-ling net, then backward, carving an "X"-shaped hollow, then hurled the axe at Zhong Lü Daoist. The latter was midair, still unable to dodge, when Bai Zhan Tian had already sent him flying.

This immortal did not have Zhao Jinghe's resilience; his face was struck directly to his back, he spun a full one hundred eighty degrees, his neck bone breaking on the spot.

A strand of green light rose from Zhong Lü Daoist's seven orifices, then fled sideways.