Chapter 63: Primordial Power

Could it be? He Lingchuan couldn't help but look toward the west; the burned-out official quarters were in that direction.

"No reason. Young Master, we’ll be fine if we just hide here!" Mao Tao had killed many people and suffered many wounds, but he was not reckless; he didn't want to tangle with an opponent he couldn't beat.

Just then, someone behind him suddenly said with pleasant surprise, "Young Master, you're here!"

Could this voice be...?

He Lingchuan was overjoyed beyond measure. He turned his head abruptly and sure enough, saw Zeng Feixiong standing at the entrance of a cellar with five subordinates.

"Why have you only just arrived?" Young Master He opened his mouth to complain, "Where is my father?"

With six capable men on his side, his strength had suddenly grown, and He Lingchuan felt much more at ease.

"The Prefect sent us down to assist the Young Master; he took men to stay above and fend off the vengeful spirits." Zeng Feixiong looked around, feeling lost, his mouth agape in confusion, "What is going on? Why aren't we going to help the State Preceptor?"

"He has ill intentions; he even tried to ambush me just now." He Lingchuan’s expression was stern, "Everyone stay put right here, you are not allowed to go up!"

Although he didn't know why the State Preceptor would ambush He Lingchuan, Zeng Feixiong hesitated for two or three seconds before deciding to remain by the Young Master's side. Although the fighting ahead was intense, the State Preceptor and Commandant Nian were both formidable men; they would surely be able to take care of themselves.

He Lingchuan narrowed his eyes.

Ever since he first met Sun Fuping, this State Preceptor had been putting on airs of a high-level expert, so why hadn't he brought out a trump card to counterattack yet? Most of the monsters' attacks were being blocked by Nian Songyu, so what of the State Preceptor's skills?

Even he, a bystander watching the show, knew the principle of capturing the ringleader to capture the gang; if the black flood dragon on the city gate wasn't eliminated, the monsters on the ground would be endless.

Why was Sun Fuping still not making a move?

He Lingchuan muttered to himself. If he had known the State Preceptor was a paper tiger, why would he and his old man have had to listen to him and swallow their anger? Or perhaps the national fortune of Dayuan was weak, and the power of the State Preceptor, whose fate was tied to it, had weakened as well? In fact, he didn't know that Sun Fuping’s power was being used to struggle to maintain the barrier of reality. After all, He Chunhua and the others outside weren't dealing with just any stray cats or dogs, but the Great Wind Army! With his power and focus divided, the State Preceptor was actually constrained in his fighting here, and he was quite annoyed as well.

Below the South City Gate, Nian Songyu was already panting, "State Preceptor, if you don't unleash your final move now, it will be too late!" Their individual power was limited, while the black flood dragon seemed to have infinite might on its own turf. It had been unfair from the start; how were they supposed to fight this? Sun Fuping had also long held his sword in hand and had just slit the throat of a demonic ape, "Very well, you buy me thirty breaths of time, and I must be completely undisturbed!" His swordsmanship was not as good as Nian Songyu's, but it was not weak either.

Taking advantage of this gap, he also sprinkled a dozen copper beans onto the ground. This was the secret art of "scattering beans to create soldiers"; the golden-armored soldiers that grew out were exactly the same as the two partners who had fallen in battle earlier.

They formed a wall of soldiers, firmly protecting Sun Fuping in the center.

Divine abilities that could be used on the battlefield were very draining of true qi, and the energy consumption in this illusion was multiplied by two, so Sun Fuping was also betting everything, not even hesitating to use up two deep green profound crystals in one go.

Previously, the walnut plate had traveled across the vast desert for several hours while carrying over two hundred people, and it had only used up three low-grade profound crystals; the quality was far inferior to these two. If He Lingchuan had seen this, he would definitely have slapped his thigh in regret—in an instant, three mansions in the capital, complete with gardens, beautiful maids, and estates, were gone.

So-called "estates" meant that some ancestral mansions had unique produce, such as spring water specifically for brewing fine tea and wine, or old plum trees or jasmine that had a peculiar fragrance, so the cakes and pastries made there were definitely more fragrant than those from other workshops. These houses had unique earth energy and water systems that could, in turn, nourish their owners. Of course, the greater significance lay in the prestige, so they looked down on ordinary luxury homes in terms of status and price.

It could be said that this was inhumanly wealthy.

Uh, I’ve digressed.

Nian Songyu naturally had no time to wring his hands. He looked at the monsters swarming from all directions, calculated the thirty-breath time limit, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine!"

If he didn't seize the chance to fight while he still had strength, he would be nothing but meat on someone else's chopping block later.

Sun Fuping’s gaze swept across the ruins of the South City, and somehow, it happened to meet He Lingchuan’s.

Of course, he also saw Zeng Feixiong and Mao Tao.

Ever since He Lingchuan discovered that the monsters summoned by the black flood dragon didn't attack him, his courage had grown much larger; he even dared to climb to the second floor of an abandoned tavern to watch the show, and Zeng Feixiong and the others naturally had no choice but to follow.

This was the corner between the east and south sections of the city wall, at most thirty paces from the wall.

With that eye contact, He Lingchuan felt a chill down his spine, because Sun Fuping gave him a strange smile.

Just a smile, as if telling him that he was about to be in big trouble.

At this moment, Nian Songyu roared at the sky, green light gathering on his body, and a phantom of a giant about five zhang tall with bulging muscles appeared directly above him.

This giant held twin blades just like him; although it was also a phantom, the blades were over four zhang long! With monsters attacking from all sides, Nian Songyu casually performed two horizontal slashes, then slashed a path through the air.

Wherever his blade passed, the giant's blade shadow followed, and it was a full three zhang longer than his own.

Only cold light flickered and blade qi crisscrossed; the monsters within a radius of seven zhang were actually wiped out in one strike, leaving no corpses intact.

Even the demonic birds in the sky fell to the ground with a clatter.

With a few more pursuit slashes, the monsters in the field would be mostly cleared out.

This set of martial arts had a name He Lingchuan was exceptionally familiar with: Primordial Power. It was also Nian Songyu’s trump card, capable of borrowing the strength of a primordial giant to help him be invincible on the battlefield, even suppressing the divine abilities of others.

The only drawback was perhaps that the duration of this display of divine might was too short; he could only be a domineering, true man for a mere fifty seconds.

Taking advantage of the temporary absence of surrounding threats, Sun Fuping also took an ivory carving from his bosom, bit his index finger, and dotted the flowing blood onto the sculpture.

He Lingchuan was too far away to see the details of the ivory carving, only knowing that the sculpture itself was slightly yellowed—a characteristic of aged ivory—so it was clearly an old object.

Interestingly, after applying the blood, Sun Fuping let go and closed his eyes to pray silently. The ivory carving hovered in mid-air, motionless, and began to emit a faint light.

This statue had just appeared when the black flood dragon, which had been watching from the sidelines at the city gate, suddenly couldn't sit still and swam straight down.

It was over fifteen zhang long, moving faster than a galloping horse; almost as soon as it sprang down to the ground, it had already rushed in front of Nian and Sun!

The black flood dragon’s target was that ivory carving.

At this moment, Sun Fuping was eyes-closed and motionless, only his lips moving in incantation; he definitely couldn't block it.

The only reliance was Nian Songyu.

This Commandant Nian was currently slaughtering in all directions, and even the giant phantom above his head was gradually turning red, filled with a violent aura.

(End of chapter)