Chapter 819: Ultimate Danger

Crack, crack, crack...

The physical body wailed uncontrollably; it was unknown how many bones were fractured, how many internal organs were severely damaged.

Li Zhiyi's blood-stained clothes dripped with blood; he stood crookedly, unable to even stand straight, and crystalline blood dripped from his chin.

Hum!

Above, a terrifying pressure poured down from that purple array disc, like a million mountain ranges pressing down, intending to snap his spine.

Toot, toot, toot!

The sound of a horn suddenly rang out.

On the shattered earth, the Jizhou Army that had been slashed into a panicked rout now had men raising their banners; pairs of eyes filled with terror looked at Li Zhiyi, and the terror began to dissipate.

He is finished.

He no longer has his Golden Body Dharma Form.

He cannot even stand steadily.

The Golden-Armored Man stared fixedly at Li Zhiyi, his gaze sweeping over the broken earth, sweeping over the corpses that had been hacked into pieces by Li Zhiyi.

"Draw blades!!!"

The Golden-Armored Man roared, as if wanting to roar out all the terror from just a moment ago.

Swish, swish, swish!!!

The massive Jizhou Army drew their long blades one by one; the pitch-black blades reflected the shattered sky, appearing like an endless black sea pressing toward Li Zhiyi.

"Run..."

Chen Min was suppressed by the might of the purple grand array; his already severely wounded body became even more miserable from struggling, and he lifted his head with difficulty, looking at Li Zhiyi's crooked back.

"Run..."

"Run!"

Jidao Wu roared, lying on the ground, his face covered in mud:

"You have already done enough!"

The remaining ten thousand Great Xia military guards were unable to move; their bodies trembled, they could not struggle at all, and they could not even speak.

Seeing this scene, the fear in the eyes of the Jizhou Army, who had originally had their courage shattered by Li Zhiyi, diminished once more.

The Golden-Armored Man's expression turned gloomy, his gaze sweeping over the blood-branded long blade in Li Zhiyi's hand, narrowing slightly.

He lifted his hand slightly and slowly pressed it down.

Behind him, the sea-like Jizhou Army, like wolves eyeing their prey, tentatively walked toward Li Zhiyi.

They each wore nervous expressions, their eyes containing endless fury and excitement.

Holding their long blades in front of their chests, they approached at a very slow speed.

Just like a child holding a long stick, testing a green snake in front of them.

With just one opportunity, they would completely abandon all reason and attack Li Zhiyi like madmen.

Yet, at this very moment.

Swish!

Li Zhiyi hung his head, his blade-wielding hand twisted, the blood-colored edge turning to face the army before him.

The next moment.

The twenty-thousand-plus Jizhou soldiers turned deathly pale, their advancing footsteps suddenly vanishing.

Terror appeared in their eyes once again.

That man was just standing there; clearly, he was about to die, yet he radiated an indescribable deterrence.

The Golden-Armored Man saw this scene and opened his mouth; even in his eyes, a trace of helplessness and reverence emerged.

"Li Zhiyi!"

He roared in a low voice:

"Your name is Li Zhiyi; I have remembered your name!"

The Golden-Armored Man waved his large hand:

"I, Ji Hunchang, respect you; you should not be obscure, you should grow into a supreme existence, your name shining through the ages!"

The Golden-Armored Man named Ji Hunchang laughed out loud, then gritted his teeth the next moment:

"But my country is broken and my home is destroyed, and my Jizhou has lost its national mandate—all because of your Great Xia!

This hatred and grudge are irreconcilable; even if Great Xia is wiped out, it will not be enough!

Though Jizhou has no national mandate, the Jizhou Army shall live forever, and the people of Jizhou shall live forever!

The struggle between you and me has nothing to do with right or wrong; it is only a matter of life and death!"

Ji Hunchang laughed aloud, his voice vibrating, and looking at the Jizhou Army behind him—who had been frightened by Li Zhiyi merely twisting his hand—he said softly:

"Gentlemen, do not fear!"

"Do not fear!"

"The sun and moon of Jizhou still remain, and the heroic spirits of the Divine Phoenix have not perished!

Trample the territory of Great Xia, and we shall return to our homeland!

To comfort the mountains and rivers, to report to our ancestors!"

As his voice fell, the twenty-thousand-plus Jizhou soldiers saw raging fires ignite in their eyes, and their final fear vanished.

Endless hatred appeared in their eyes as they looked at Li Zhiyi, as if they had seen that person once again.

They began to advance, wanting to condense all their hatred into the long blades in their hands.

The Divine Phoenix Great Banner in their hands billowed in the north wind.

Yet, they had no idea that from the very beginning, they were merely sacrifices used by the high-level officials of the five clans to offer up the blood-brand.

Whoosh...

The wind blew incessantly.

In Iron Province.

Two people stood on a mountaintop, with a Projection Array Disk before them.

The images within this array disk were the very scenes currently unfolding in Yixian City.

"To comfort the mountains and rivers, to inform the ancestors..."

The woman spoke; her features were ordinary, nothing stunning, and her plain clothes made her appear unremarkable.

Yet, the majesty of an Empress overflowed from her entire being.

Only, as she watched the scene occurring on the array disk, shallow waves hid in the depths of her eyes, along with a trace of sorrow that could not be dissolved.

"Chen Yan!!!"

The Empress of Ji roared; if not for Chen Yan, how could her Ji Province army be commanded like this by the Five Clans?

If not for Chen Yan, why would the living beings of her Ji Province be like stray dogs, inferior to others, with no peace day or night?

And she, Ji Ling, though already resurrected, found it difficult to regain her former strength in such a short time, and dared not reveal her identity to the Five Clans.

She could only watch from afar as her own army was sacrificed by the Five Clans in this manner.

Shame!

Endless shame!

Ji Ling clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails sinking deep into her palms, blood flowing out.

Even for her, tears welled up in her eyes at this moment, difficult to suppress.

"The matter of Chen Yan... has nothing to do with right or wrong; you trusted the wrong person."

Beside Ji Ling, the ever-calm Zhao Zhugui suddenly spoke:

"After you died, the Five Clans no longer treated the remnants of the Ji Province army as human."

Ji Ling glared at him, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Zhugui's calm, unruffled face, her silver teeth biting down, but then she turned her head away.

"In this chaotic world of the human race, the strong are strong, and the weak perish.

Ji Province has long lacked a national destiny to rely on; most pitiful are my Ji Province sons, with nowhere to turn."

The Empress of Ji spoke heavily, looking at Zhao Zhugui once more:

"According to the guidance of the Retrograde Mirror, that Li Zhiyi is the other Saint of the Three Saints who Slay Demons; he cannot die today.

Moreover, there is another Saint also in Yixian; I do not know who it is...

Do you have any intuition?"

Yet, Zhao Zhugui was currently squatting before a tree, one hand gently stroking the trunk, sighing:

"I lament the few branches, how many springs will return, the old dust knows not the duration, the words of the heart glimpse longevity."

His voice was very soft, the last two lines merely a whisper between his lips that only he could hear, his eyes flashing with a burning light:

"I truly have an innate love for trees."

Seeing this, the Empress of Ji's lips trembled, and she paid no more attention to Zhao Zhugui.

She looked back at the Projection Array Disk, looking at Zhang Xing, Shen Yiwei, and the others.

"The third Saint is in Yixian; perhaps it is that Zhang Xing..."

She narrowed her eyes.

At the same time.

In the center of Yixian City.

Boom!

Wu Yuan, manifesting the Black Tortoise Dharma Form, threw a punch, smashing Jiang Yuan away.

As Jiang Yuan flew backward, his eyes flickered:

"Are you even human?"

The next moment, Jiang Yuan halted in the void and instantly killed toward Wu Yuan again, ten thousand fire snakes exploding from his palms, his figure piercing straight for Wu Yuan's throat like lightning.

Wu Yuan did not dodge or evade, actually taking the punch head-on with his neck; as sparks flew, he grabbed Jiang Yuan's wrist with a backhand, sneering: "Trash!"

Before the words had faded, he threw a punch wrapped in the phantom of the Black Tortoise; Jiang Yuan's chest instantly caved in, and he flew backward for dozens of miles amidst a spray of blood mist.

"I..."

Jiang Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if he had been struck by mountains:

"Holy shit!"

The next instant.

He saw Wu Yuan's legs suddenly arch, terrifying force overflowing wildly, circles of air waves exploding outward.

Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed, and the next moment he met Wu Yuan's pair of violent eyes.

Woo!

Following the cry of the Black Tortoise Dharma Form.

Boom!

Wu Yuan suddenly attacked, his speed reaching the extreme, coupled with the massive Dharma Form pressing down, like the world itself crushing him.

"Holy shit!"

Jiang Yuan roared.

Hum!

A sound of sword ringing resonated, and a flashing sword light struck instantly; Shen Yiwei held the Reverse Nine Sword and slashed toward Wu Yuan.

"Come!" Wu Yuan roared, and as he threw a punch, the massive Black Tortoise bowed its head, the dragon and tortoise danced together, and a vast pressure descended.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

The moment the sword shadows collided with the Black Tortoise phantom, countless cracks erupted in the void, spreading continuously.

Shen Yiwei's pupils constricted instantly; the power Wu Yuan erupted with did not resemble the Creation Realm at all.

Even for an ultimate physical-refinement Creation Realm expert, there should not be such power.

"Damn it!"

Lu Jingqiu attacked, pointing a finger out, and countless golden willows emerged, brilliant like a cluster of stars, gorgeous like a sea of fire, instantly pouncing toward Wu Yuan.

"Hahaha!!!"

Seeing this, Wu Yuan did not retreat, opening his mouth to swallow the countless golden willows, and spat back a pillar of heaven-burning fire!

"Retreat!"

Shen Yiwei slashed horizontally with the Nine-Reversal Sword, the sword light pouring down like the Milky Way, barely splitting the fire pillar.

From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the horizon, where over twenty figures of the Five Clans' Creation Realm experts had closed in to within a hundred miles.

"If you can't even get past me, what talk is there of saving people?"

Wu Yuan laughed loudly, suppressing them single-handedly, and circled around with the attacking Ke Qingxuan and Zhang Ting.

Shen Yiwei looked toward the southern part of Yixian, where Li Zhiyi was confronting an army of ten thousand alone; the next moment, his eyes turned fierce as he looked toward the rear:

"Zhang Xing, what are you still waiting for?!"

The corners of Zhang Xing's mouth lifted imperceptibly, and he suddenly erupted, slamming a palm toward the ground: "Prison of a Thousand Peaks!"

Rumble!

The earth suddenly bulged with countless rock spikes, the earth veins shifted, and the rock spikes transformed into countless rising mountain peaks, stabbing toward Wu Yuan from bottom to top.

"A bit interesting!"

Wu Yuan's red hair billowed, the muscles all over his body bulged, and he threw a punch.

Boom!

A fist light as large as a mountain peak smashed out crazily, shattering the rising mountain peaks one by one; in an instant, there was rubble filling the sky and endless dust.

"Hahaha, Shen Yiwei, you cannot escape!"

A sinister, ferocious laugh resounded.

The twenty Five Clans' Creation Realm experts who had originally been hunting Shen Yiwei and the others had arrived, surrounding Shen Yiwei and the others in a pincer formation.

Cold light appeared in Shen Yiwei's eyes.

A figure suddenly flew past his side; it was Zhang Xing.

"You lot hold them off, I will go and settle the overall situation!" Zhang Xing spoke, flying toward Wu Yuan like a streak of light.

A Five Clans' Creation Realm expert flew toward Zhang Xing; Zhang Xing slammed a palm out, and a sky full of palm prints instantly attacked, causing the Five Clans' Creation Realm expert's expression to change drastically as he hurriedly dodged.

"Come!"

Wu Yuan shattered the mountains covering the ground with punch after punch, looked at Zhang Xing flying toward him, and threw a punch.

Boom!

This punch was terrifying to the extreme, the fist wind wrapped in the momentum of crashing thunder as it fell.

Zhang Xing's pupils flashed, and he slammed a palm out, the palm shadow condensing the might of a surging sea as it met the attack.

The next instant, the moment the two forces collided, accompanied by a roar that shook heaven and earth, the void actually rippled with spiderweb cracks like glazed glass.

Wu Yuan's physical body trembled, and the Black Tortoise Dharma Idol behind him suddenly raised its head, as if struck by a tsunami, and retreated.

Rumble!

One punch and one palm struck, erupting with shocking vibrations.

Endless wind and waves danced violently, the hundred-mile heaven and earth completely lost all order, and the clouds were torn into shreds.

Bang!

The earth collapsed into bottomless gullies, and even the distant mountain ranges crumbled amidst the roaring sound.

Wu Yuan's expression changed instantly, as if shocked by Zhang Xing's palm, and he was just about to counterattack.

Zhang Xing's palm pressed down again, striking the top of Wu Yuan's head.

Boom!

Wu Yuan was blasted directly into the depths of the earth by this palm.

Astonishing combat power!

Shen Yiwei, Jiang Yuan, and the others looked at Zhang Xing's back, all revealing expressions of shock.

They had only ever seen such combat power in the Creation Realm from Chen Yan.

Shen Yiwei wanted to speak, but looking at Li Zhiyi, who was already struggling to hold on alone in the southern part of Yixian, he said to Zhang Xing:

"Go quickly!"

Zhang Xing nodded, then flew toward the southern part of Yixian like a streak of light.

Meanwhile, Shen Yiwei and the others were blocked by more than a dozen Five Clans' Creation Realm experts.

The remaining few Five Clans' Creation Realm experts chased after Zhang Xing with expressions of horror.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Xing's mouth; after sensing that Shen Yiwei and the others in the rear had already begun a great battle with the Five Clans' Creation Realm experts, he sent a voice transmission to Zhang Wang:

"Just now, why did Pang Hai and the others try to kill Li Zhiyi?"

Zhang Wang's breathing hitched, and he hurriedly sent a voice transmission:

"Among those ten people, someone wanted to kill Li Zhiyi, I... I did not bewitch them into killing Li Zhiyi."

Sweat dripped down Zhang Wang's back; just now, Li Zhiyi had indeed almost died.

If it hadn't been for Mu Zigui and Chen Min stepping in to save him, Zhang Xing's plan would have completely collapsed.

A cold, sinister look appeared in Zhang Xing's eyes:

"Continue to deceive Pang Hai and the others into capturing Li Zhiyi; I will kill him from a distance!"

High above in the clouds, Zhang Wang felt secretly alarmed in his heart and hurriedly sent a voice transmission:

"Yes!"

A cold look appeared in Zhang Xing's eyes; he reached out with one hand, and a pitch-black longbow appeared in his grip.

However, this longbow was wrapped in black light, making it impossible for those outside to see what it was.

And within that black light.

The profound black longbow faintly shimmered with a ghostly glow, its limbs appearing to be forged from thousand-year profound iron, coiled with winding dark gold dragon patterns.

A divine artifact, the Heaven-Splitting Sun-Shooting Bow.

It is the clan-protecting treasure of the Zhang family, a hidden family of the Great Xia.

At this moment, it was about to bloom with brilliance in Zhang Xing's hands.

At the same time.

In the southern part of Yixian City, Pang Hai and the others stood in the void.

"Chi Fang, what are you doing?!" Pang Hai growled aloud.

The Second Elder of Chizhou was clearly overstepping their authority to command them; if not for this, Chen Youqing would not have obstructed them.

Moreover, just now, Chi Fang had actually mobilized the formation veins without authorization, deliberately intending to kill Li Zhiyi directly.

How could Pang Hai and the others not realize by now that they had been used by Chizhou.

And it was at this very moment.

"You lot, go quickly to capture Li Zhiyi, and remember not to kill him!"

The voice of the Second Elder of Chizhou resounded once more in the depths of their minds.

The expressions of Pang Hai and the others stiffened; some hesitated upon seeing Zhang Xing, who was currently attacking.

"Go quickly!" The voice of the Second Elder of Chizhou sounded again:

"If that Zhang Xing arrives and takes Li Zhiyi away, how will you answer for it?

I will bear all the consequences!"

The voice of the Second Elder of Chizhou faded.

The hearts of Pang Hai and the others sank.

"Then..." Pang Hai gritted his teeth:

"As you command!"

They had already erred time and again; if they could take Li Zhiyi now, perhaps they could explain it to Chen Youqing later.

Pang Hai glanced at Chen Youqing, who was trapped by the barrier, then took a deep breath and transformed into a stream of light, flying toward where Li Zhiyi was located.

Seeing this scene, Chen Youqing's face had darkened to the extreme.

However, for Chen Youqing, the most critical issue was not the chaos caused by Pang Hai and the others.

It was... Zhang Xing.

But look.

At this moment, Zhang Xing was speeding along while assuming a drawing-bow posture, with brilliant, radiant light blooming in his hands.

Right now, Zhang Xing had already aimed at Pang Hai and the others.

Yet Pang Hai and the others could not even perceive that Zhang Xing was holding a longbow, overflowing with killing intent.