Chapter 469: Using Killing to Stop Killing

The next day, Luo Yang received the news.

Zhang Fang led the Within the Passes troops, after rampaging in Grand Agriculture, became even closer; the distance to Luo Yang was not far, and inside and outside Luo Yang city was filled with cries of alarm.

That night, amidst the dark, gloomy night curtain, several torches formed a long dragon, winding along.

It was indeed a ferociously huge army.

The troops were not very disciplined, with abnormal clamor, monsters and ghouls dancing wildly, yet their momentum was extraordinarily grand.

The Cloud Energy covering the army's head stretched over tens of li, visible from far away.

On the supply vehicles trailing behind, there were jars and pots, big and small bundles, bulging, not knowing what was stuffed inside.

However, the mottled bloodstains were enough to show where these things came from.

The soldiers' morale was high, their steps light, faces smiling, truly a victorious army.

The sound of hooves suddenly rang out, rolling westward, and soon stopped beside a grass pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, dozens of monsters and ghouls surrounded, all kinds of strange, with ferocious faces, completely lacking human appearance.

The leader of this monster army, Zhang Fang, sat astride a black tiger, chewing on "jerky".

His ferocious reputation had spread throughout Grand Agriculture, and now Luo Yang knew of it; he could feel the fear spreading through the air, and each time he thought of this, his heart swelled with pride.

Let you aristocrats look down on me, a commoner!

Now I bring my army to take your lives; I want to see whether your so-called noble blood can actually save your dog lives.

Haha, I have hundreds of thousands of troops; are you afraid?

That so-called Grand Agriculture Yang Clan, claiming a thousand-year inheritance, turned out to be completely unable to withstand a single blow.

He captured the so-called Grand Agriculture Yang Clan's family members, threw the women onto beds and into pots; that taste he still misses dearly.

What noble clans, what aristocrats, are nothing but sheep walking on two legs.

Zhang Fang sometimes doubted that he must have been brain‑damaged years ago to think these lowly chickens and dogs were sacred and untouchable.

When a blade was at their necks, they would even actively offer their wives and daughters to save themselves, lacking any semblance of backbone.

Indeed, as that stranger said, I am the Heaven‑mandated calamity star, born to bring disaster to the world.

But wreaking havoc on humanity is just to his liking.

Let him turn this damn world upside down.

"Report, Commander‑in‑Chief, our scouts spotted over ten thousand enemy troops ten li ahead; please decide, Commander‑in‑Chief."

"Who will go?" Zhang Fang asked indifferently.

Those trash opposite could not possibly match his army; he didn't even feel like lifting a hand.

He was still waiting to finish eating this "meat pu" before going to enjoy her two daughters.

"Commander‑in‑Chief, I, the subordinate, request to fight!"

A burly man over three meters tall, clad head‑to‑toe in black armor, clasped his fists and requested battle.

"Approved, you may freely handle those captives!"

"Thank you, Commander‑in‑Chief!"

The burly man drew the black great sword on his back. With a long whistle, a black dragon coiling in the sky descended with strong wind pressure, still chewing a mutilated corpse in its mouth.

The burly man patted the black dragon's head, swung his leg onto its broad back: "Let's go, this time let you eat your fill!"

The black dragon opened its maw, swallowed the corpse in its mouth, let out a high‑pitched roar, and shot upward.

A large group of soldiers rode the black clouds, following the black dragon's silhouette into the sky, then swooped down on the so‑called enemy troops.

"Finally here!"

Mu Yi gazed at the sky; he had waited a long time, lacking the strength to crush the enemy, so he needed to use a bit of wit.

Looking at the monsters and ghouls that, entangled by the Cloud Energy, had fallen to the ground and were charging toward our side, Mu Yi's face showed a cold smile.

He raised his Tiger Soul Blade in hand and pointed toward the direction where the enemy stood.

"The enemy numbers only about ten thousand; what should we do?"

"Crush them, crush them, crush them."

Although they had lost most of their strength, the morale of the Human Dao army remained completely undiminished.

With a roar‑like shout, the war horses shifted uneasily, and one after another Human Dao soldiers lowered their armor.

"All units, charge forward, crush them!"

In Mu Yi's roar, everyone pulled the reins and began to charge together.

Two streams of different colors collided, unfolding the most brutal slaughter.

At this moment, all schemes and ambushes lost their effect, leaving only direct violence and bloodshed.

On the plain, the killing intent of over ten thousand monsters under the black dragon gathered together, almost shattering the gloomy clouds.

Yet it could not shake the enemy before them.

The Human Dao army that followed Mu Yi on southern and northern campaigns, having slain demon gods and fought bodhisattvas, felt no awe toward the opposing monsters and ghouls, only a strong desire to crush their confidence.

Mu Yi chose the simplest, crudest method.

To sustain war with war, to offer blood as sacrifice to blood.

His strength had indeed reached the world's limit, but he could sacrifice himself through slaughter, then channel his power to these subordinates, gradually restoring their strength to its original state.

This was also the plan he had devised from the start.

Mu Yi sat astride Chuyi, the muscles and blood vessels beneath his skin throbbing like war drums, ferocious as if about to devour people.

The war had begun, yet he remained standing in place, unmoving.

He was waiting, waiting for the enemy hovering in the sky to fall.

There is only one chance; we must annihilate the enemy with thunderous means.

Amidst the layered wind pressure in the high sky, an unsettling sound suddenly came—it was the surging from Mu Yi's chest cavity.

Like a volcano storing anger for ten million years, about to erupt and pour out destructive lava, he stored all his power, waiting for the best moment to arrive.

Enemy, you will die!

The stalwart man riding the black dragon launched a diving attack on Mu Yi.

Seeing the black dragon flying toward him in the sky, Mu Yi revealed a ferocious smile: 'Heaven has a path you refuse to take; Hell has no gate you insist on breaking through!'

The Tiger Soul Blade was raised high; the Inner Qi stored within his body began to spray out from every corner, power coiling around him, and the chilling killing intent spread like a tangible substance.

In that stillness, as if the heavens were overturning, power enough to shatter the firmament accumulated in his body.

The black-armored stalwart man on the black dragon suddenly felt a shudder from deep within his soul; under Mu Yi's aura locking onto him, heaven and earth seemed to all rush toward him Yasuo at this moment.

That uneasy feeling made him want to drive the black dragon away from this man's presence.

Too bad, it's too late.

The Tiger Soul Blade came down heavily; layers of blade energy, like blooming fireworks, surged forth from the Tiger Soul Blade.

Each blade energy was a blade more terrifying than a physical blade, covering the sky and earth like a sea tide.

A thousand strikes in an instant!

Mu Yi transformed the surging Inner Qi within his body into a slash more terrifying than a dagger and released it.

The sky-covering blade energy formed a deadly net, enveloping the black dragon and the stalwart man.

Under the deadly net, a mournful howl rang out; foul-smelling blood, like rain, sprayed from every wound on the black dragon's body, shattered into mist by the following energy surge, and dispersed in the sky.

After the slash dissipated, the ferocious and terrifying black dragon was covered in a thousand wounds, its flesh split all over, and even the stalwart man on its back was no exception.

Yet even with a thousand wounds, it continued to flap its wings riddled with holes, flying through the sky.

Observing the scene before him that completely defied aerodynamics, Mu Yi let out a leisurely sigh.

His power had weakened far too much; such enemies couldn't even be killed in one blow, and now he was truly weak.

With wings spread behind him, Mu Yi suddenly appeared before the stalwart man; his muscle-flexing arm released immense power, and the blade shadow kept enlarging in the stalwart man's pupils until it filled his entire vision.

Roar!!!!

Another mournful howl exploded from the sky; the black dragon painfully roared, its eyes gouged out by Mu Yi's single blade.

"With such strength, you dare to be the vanguard?"

As Mu Yi's elusive, phantom-like form flickered, a low voice entered the black-armored stalwart man's ears.

No matter how he reacted, the black dragon's mournful cries never ceased; each time Mu Yi moved, another wound of ruptured flesh appeared on the black dragon's body.

"You damned bastard!" the black-armored stalwart man roared angrily.

Sensing what Mu Yi was about to do, the black dragon fearfully and frantically emitted mournful and pleading sounds, but could not stop Mu Yi's movements.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky burst apart; a brilliant blade light blossomed in the night, erupting from the Tiger Soul Blade.

Within the blade light lay the power of condensed essence, energy, and spirit; each inch it extended expanded another, until finally it surged toward the black dragon like a heaven‑toppling wave.

"Calamity!"

Severing everything, Mu Yi transformed all his power into a terrifying slash.

In the instant of swinging his arm, he released heat enough to melt metal, scorching the wispy Cloud Energy into mist.

Under the heaven‑shattering, earth‑destroying blade light, both the black dragon and the stalwart man turned deathly pale, yet the blade light completely enveloped them, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"Howl!"

In the instant the blade light shattered, the black dragon and the stalwart man emitted mournful howls, then suddenly split apart from the middle.

After the blade light completely dissipated, the dark clouds above the firmament had been cut open by a wide scar.

The ferocious black dragon had been cut in two by a single blade.

However, after losing the black dragon, the black‑armored warrior did not fall; instead, supported by immense power, he stood firm in the sky.

A deep wound to the chest, exposing bone, could not heal; under intense pain, the black‑armored stalwart man's eyes lit up with a crimson glow, and his body began to burn with ominous fire.

"Well, this is somewhat interesting!"

Mu Yi watched with interest as the black‑armored stalwart man before him reached the pinnacle of his power.

"I will crush every inch of your bones and make you know what true cruelty is!"

A vicious voice, like something crawling out of hell, rang out, seemingly trying to erode Mu Yi's will.

But Mu Yi merely gave a cold snort and shut out all influences.

"You seem to have misunderstood something!"

"It's somewhat interesting, but that's all it is."

A cold voice accompanied a blade light flaring up; in the next instant, the black‑armored stalwart man was crushed by an invisible force into a grotesque lump of flesh.

Warm‑smelling blood and flesh scattered across the ground, spreading across the wasteland like a bewitching mandala flower.

"The enemy is dead; crush them!"

Mu Yi's voice echoed across the battlefield; the monsters that still had resistance were instantly swallowed by despair.

They were scattered beneath the slaughtering blades of the Human Dao Army.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Blood‑red like a tide engulfed the routed enemy forces, dyeing the whole land a layer of red.

In the rear grass pavilion, Zhang Fang, somewhat impatient, threw his mount's already lifeless delicate body into the blazing fire.

"Why is Mo Li so slow?"

The gloomy voice made the surrounding demons and monsters unconsciously lower their heads; they all knew that the fickle Zhang Fang had now lost his patience.

"Just ten thousand two‑legged sheep, and you took this long—did Mo Li waste his strength on women?"

Zhang Fang was extremely impatient; having finished his tasty meal, the vanguard general had not yet returned, casting a shadow over his mind and making him somewhat irritable.

However, just as Zhang Fang had completely lost his patience and was about to send someone to replace Mo Li,

The transport troops flew down.

Report, Commander, General Mo Li has fallen in battle, the vanguard army has been utterly destroyed, the enemy army is charging rapidly towards our army.

"What?" Zhang Fang's eyes burst forth with astonishing blood-light, and the killing intent on his body rose uncontrollably.

The thunderous sound of hooves rose on the horizon; because it was night, one could not see how many cavalrymen in blood-red armor formed a massive cavalry formation sweeping toward them.

Countless huge horse heads bobbed up and down under the cavalry's command, and the dark-red feathered helmets also rose and fell with the warhorses, fluttering in the air.

Those warhorses were nothing like ordinary steeds; as their eyes rolled, they seemed to exude a savage aura, and the white vapor from their breaths made them feel less like horses and more like beasts.

After sacrificing tens of thousands of enemies, Mu Yi unsealed the power of the Animal Realm, greatly enhancing the strength of the Human Realm army's mounts.

At the same time, he began to unlock the power of the Asura Realm's barrier.

"Stop them!"

The officer at the forefront roared, the army's crossbows and bows continuously shot dense volleys of arrows, but the moment they struck the cavalry, they were shattered by the crimson light, utterly unable to affect these surging horsemen.

The crimson light guarded the surging army like an absolute barrier.

"It's sorcery; counter with sorcery!"

Again and again, sorcerers of the fiendish monsters launched attacks, but upon the crimson light there was not even a ripple.

The crimson light even reflected all of that power back.

The fangshi who had launched the attack screamed as they fell from the sky under the crimson light's counterstrike.

Before they even hit the ground, they burned to a drifting cloud of ash.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Let me see just who you are!"

Zhang Fang laughed furiously, lifted his own ghost-head great blade, mobilized the entirety of the Great Army Cloud, preparing to give the arrogant enemy across the field a lesson.