Chapter 1990: Guo Jing

"Husband, let's discuss this after the matter is settled."

Qin Nanqin looked concerned: "Right now, we should first eliminate this horde of outer demons."

Guo Jing snapped back to reality and nodded: "Lady is right."

Looking at the soldiers trembling atop the city wall, Guo Jing prepared to strike first.

After all, if they hesitated any longer, these ordinary soldiers might break mentally.

How are they supposed to fight a giant three meters tall?

Could any ordinary person possibly resist that thing?

Even the Quanzhen Daoist Priests and Beggar Sect disciples felt fear in their hearts.

Wu Lingaoshou are still flesh and blood; they merely possess slightly superior speed and strength compared to common men.

But those things outside the city— are they even human?

Qiu Chuji doubted he could defeat even one of them!

Just as he thought this, Guo Jing stepped through empty air, walking like a deity above Xiang Yang's walls, gazing down upon the mortal world.

The next instant, true qi surged, and a golden dragon hundreds of meters long appeared at his side, then was shoved forward by Guo Jing.

Roar!

The Jin Long bellowed, deafening, shattering the deathly silence of the battlefield.

The soldiers looked up, gazing at Xiang Yang's guardian deity, their faces filled with disbelief.

Guo Jing declared proudly: "The Mongols have become outer demons; our Central Plains naturally has divine beings bestowing blessings. Comrades, hold the walls—I'll handle the rest!"

As he spoke, the Jin Long descended into the enemy ranks and began to rampage.

The true qi dragon, alive and writhing, charged through the battlefield before exploding.

A single strike killed thousands of soldiers.

Mu Wanzhen's eyes sharpened: "If these were ordinary soldiers, this move would've wiped them all out. Clearly, after transcending, they're far harder to kill."

She no longer hesitated—these were all points.

Her figure shot upward, surrounded by swirling sword qi, pouring down upon the battlefield.

She had possessed the Six Meridians Sword Art for a long time and, per Su Xiao's advice, had transformed it into Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

This wasn't particularly difficult.

The Six Meridians Sword Art merely converts internal force into sword qi, extending it from the Dìxué acupoint.

Modifying it so sword qi could be emitted from anywhere on the body was theoretically sufficient.

The reason the Duan clan in the Tianlong world never did this was because it was meaningless.

After all, the Six Meridians Sword Qi required too much internal force, making it unattainable for most; transforming it into Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin would make it even less attainable.

Sword light rained down, unmatched in slaughter, causing massive destruction.

Yin Susu and others saw this and immediately joined the battle.

Though the Wolf Riders were strong, they were still limited—nothing serious for them. If Guo Jing and Mu Wanzhen kept killing like this, where would they earn points?

As Yin Susu, Mu Wanzhen, A Zhu, and others ascended and began attacking, Xiang Yang's morale surged.

The Wolf Riders may be fierce, but our immortals are no less formidable—each strike shook heaven and earth, unimaginable.

Especially the Quanzhen Sect, who felt this most deeply.

"Who would've thought immortals truly exist in this world!"

They were cultivators; they shouldn't have doubted such things.

But this was a world without magic—after years of cultivation, they hadn't seen even a single immortal or ghost, and inevitably felt despair and doubt, though they never voiced it aloud due to their profession.

"Jing'er truly has great fortune," Ma Yu sighed. "He received divine teachings and became such a figure—I wonder how many years he can live now? Has he already achieved immortality?"

Ma Yu had once been calm by nature, able to accept death peacefully.

But that was before immortality was within sight.

Now, an immortal stood right before him—a Daoist Priest naturally desired longevity.

Between life and death lies great terror; the older one grows, the more one fears death.

This is the mindset of most people.

Ma Yu was no exception.

Qiu Chuji said: "Brother, let's ask Jing'er after the battle ends. Too bad—we're too weak to help at all."

They had come to lend aid, yet could only stand helplessly atop the wall. The Quanzhen Sect, Beggar Sect, and other Wu Lin practitioners felt embarrassed.

Among the crowd, an old man in blue robes stared at the young man in the sky, holding a jade flute and playing the "Song of the Azure Sea and Tidal Life," nearly convinced he was dreaming.

This man's aura and style were too much like his own youth.

The Old Man of the Wasteland gasped: "Huang Laoxie, is that your brother?"

Huang Yaoshi snapped back: "I am the only child in my family—what brother?"

The Old Man of the Wasteland scratched his head: "But his aura resembles yours, and he plays the jade flute, playing a similar tune. So strange, so strange!"

The next moment, his eyes lit up: "If he really were Huang Laoxie, I could beg him to teach me immortal arts. Wait—Brother Guo Jing knows immortal arts! I can beg him instead."

As he spoke, the battle on the battlefield ended.

Mu Wanzhen unleashed a single sword qi river, slicing the mutated Möngke into fragments.

Guo Xiang exclaimed: "Why have we only completed two tasks? The outer demon invasion isn't finished yet?"

A Zi, quick-witted, said: "Probably because the outer demons elsewhere haven't been wiped out yet."

Everyone's eyes brightened; they manipulated their true qi and flew northward.

After half a day, they returned, all beaming with joy.

Only Guo Jing's mood was slightly heavy.

If the enemy can turn one race into Outer Demons, which race will be next?

If it were the people of the Central Plains' turn, could he really bring himself to act?

Qin Nanqin sighed: "My husband need not think too much about it. When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. With the immortals around, these matters naturally have the immortals to worry over. Now, my husband should think back on what Immortal Su said earlier."

Guo Jing was taken aback: "Let Xiang'er take charge of the realm?"

This was yet another headache.

His own daughter was naturally kind-hearted and treated people extremely well, so she would naturally love her people as her own children — of this he could be certain.

But governing the realm was absolutely not something that could be done with a kind heart alone.