Chapter 259: The Death of the Yan King

He took a deep breath, then his hands began forming seals, his fingertips moving nimbly, murmuring incantations in a low, rhythmic voice.

"Yin and Yang harmonize, giving birth to runes. The Five Elements turn, elemental power boundless. Gather spirits into a spell, gods and ghosts tremble. I now draw upon heaven and earth's power, commanding the talisman to seal the four directions. The Yan King's camp reeks of evil vapors; one spell shatters it, never to return. Swift as law and order, talisman manifest, begone!"

As his incantation ended, the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

Heaven and earth's vital energy swiftly gathered around him, forming golden, gleaming talismans one after another.

These talismans swirled and danced in the air, exuding a powerful pressure.

Immediately, like arrows released from a bow, they whistled toward the Yan King's camp.

"Boom—"

The sound of the talisman's explosion echoed through the clouds, and the entire camp instantly fell into chaos.

Flames shot skyward, smoke filled the air, and countless soldiers panicked, fleeing in all directions.

At the same time, the Grand Eunuch Elder and the Commander of the Mirror Surveillance Bureau seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

Like two bolts of lightning, they darted through the chaos, their gazes locked firmly on the Yan King—their sole objective for this mission.

However, the experts beside the Yan King were no ordinary foes.

They gave a slight smile, and as their bodies swayed, they trailed long streams of vital energy in the air.

Though these three were merely ordinary among Cultivators, in today's world they stood as top-tier experts.

Several martial artists recruited by the Yan King's mansion immediately stepped forward, attempting to block these two top-tier Cultivators from the Da Qian dynasty.

Meanwhile, the two approaching the Yan King also encountered unexpected resistance.

The Grand Eunuch Elder and the Mirror Surveillance Bureau Commander displayed astonishing strength, handling with ease even when surrounded by three Cultivators.

Joining forces, their power doubled; each casual strike put these martial artists in peril.

At this moment, the three Cultivators beside the Yan King could no longer hold back, launching a fierce assault.

Yet the Grand Eunuch Elder and the Mirror Surveillance Bureau Commander did not panic because of this.

His appearance let the Yan King breathe a sigh of relief.

He directly went up to meet the three Cultivators beside the Yan King.

However, they did not rush to win; instead, they steadily suppressed their opponents, laying the groundwork for the next plan.

These two battles erupted almost simultaneously.

This person was none other than the Heavenly General Yuan Hong, who had previously displayed earth-shaking power on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Da Qian dynasty's imperial elder and the Da Qian dynasty's attendant, who had been following them behind, continued to advance toward the Yan King.

However, the Grand Eunuch Elder and the Mirror Surveillance Bureau Commander had anticipated this.

In an instant, blades flashed, energy surged, and battle suddenly erupted across this chaotic battlefield.

Although these martial artists were quite capable, they appeared feeble before the Da Qian dynasty's Grand Eunuch Elder and the Mirror Surveillance Bureau Commander.

He alone held off one side, actually preventing the Grand Eunuch Elder and the Mirror Surveillance Bureau Commander from advancing even an inch.

A burly figure clad in armor and wielding a fire‑water staff stepped in front of the Yan King.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately shifted the battlefield's situation.

Yuan Hong's strength clearly exceeded the expectations of everyone in the Da Qian dynasty.

Behind him, the Heavenly Demon Lord Xiao Tian stopped, exchanged a glance with Si Ruokong, and curled the corner of his mouth in a mocking arc.

He stepped forward, let out a booming laugh, his laughter like rolling thunder, shaking the heart.

Yuan Hong frowned, feeling the power contained in that laughter.

"Yuan Hong, long time no see!"

The Heavenly Demon Lord's laughter cut off abruptly; he stared at Yuan Hong, his eyes revealing provocation.

"You rats, tonight you had better not think of advancing another step!"

Yuan Hong gave a cold snort.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The Heavenly Demon Lord chuckled lightly, his form shifted, and in an instant he closed in, grappling with Yuan Hong.

Seeing this, Si Ruokong hesitated not, flickered his form, bypassed the two locked in combat, and went straight for the Yan King.

In his hand, the Heaven‑Earth Dragon Roar Palm was primed; its wind howled like a dragon's roar, shaking all directions.

A flicker of panic crossed the Yan King's eyes.

But after all, he was also one of the surnameless kings of the Da Qian dynasty.

Although he had not yet reached the Cultivator level, he himself had attained master‑level martial prowess.

Moreover, he now had several personal bodyguards from the martial world at his side.

Thus, he quickly steadied himself, gritted his teeth, and met Si Ruokong's palm strike.

But unfortunately, if they were ordinary Cultivators, the Yan King and his few master‑level companions could still rely on numbers to hold off one or two.

But now they faced the Da Qian dynasty's hidden trump card—Si Ruokong!

A Cultivator at the peak of his power.

The Heaven‑Earth Dragon Roar Palm's power is astonishing; each strike seems to shake heaven with a dragon's roar, moving the universe.

"Si Ruokong, indeed lives up to his reputation."

The Yan King spat blood while defending.

With that single strike, several of his master‑level companions were killed on the spot.

He himself also suffered grave injuries.

"Yan King, your doom has arrived."

Si Ruokong's face was expressionless.

Struck heavily by the Heaven‑Earth Dragon Roar Palm, the already gravely wounded Yan King knew he could no longer turn the tide.

"I have lost, whether to kill or to cut, all up to you."

He half-kneeled on the ground, raised his head and looked toward Si Ruokong.

"Why are you taking this path?"

Si Ruokong took a deep breath, stared at the Flame King.

As one of the Da Qian dynasty's foundations, an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.

He is naturally no stranger to the Flame King.

Even now, the Three Great Foreign-surname Kings, which include the Cloud King Su Kai

They are merely juniors he has watched grow up.

"Everyone has their own aspirations; why ask more?"

The Flame King gave a bitter smile and spoke softly.

Si Ruokong nodded, saying nothing more.

With a release of palm power, the Heaven and Earth Dragon Roar Palm burst forth.

The Flame King did not dodge, closed his eyes, and accepted this final judgment.

With a thunderous roar like a dragon's cry, tonight's battle finally ended.

The Flame King collapsed permanently to the ground, never to rise again.

Si Ruokong withdrew his palm power, turned and walked toward Xiao Tian Mo Jun, who had ceased fighting, and Yuan Hong, who stood guard nearby.

He did not feel the anger one might expect over the Flame King's death.

He even felt somewhat pleased to see it come to pass.

Now, Yuan Hong, or rather the forces behind the Flame King.

Even toward the Flame King himself, they began to feel some dissatisfaction.

Originally, as one of the Da Qian dynasty's Three Great Foreign-surname Kings, the Flame King's character was already set.

His independence was too strong.

This was not a good thing for those behind-the-scenes forces.

Therefore, compared to the ambitious, the Flame King, who had always been somewhat unruly.

They still favored the Flame King's current legitimate second son.

Because there is an legitimate eldest son older brother above him.

He has always been ordinary, even to the point of being called weak.

This is what that group of behind-the-scenes black hands expects from the Flame King.

In the night, the starlight gradually faded, while the Da Qian dynasty's secret operation had just ended.

Si Ruokong and Xiao Tian Mo Jun stood silently within the Flame King's mansion, the surroundings littered with the aftermath of battle.

(End of chapter)