Chapter 243

"Rumble!"

Under the cover of night, a silver-white war chariot inscribed with a hundred-character scripture was fleeing on a wide street that could accommodate ten carriages side-by-side. Seven passing-spirit exotic beasts, several meters long, pulled the chariot, and over five hundred scripture generals guarded the chariot so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.

Under the attacks of magic tools and runes from behind, the scriptures gradually dimmed, and finally, all defensive power exploded with a bang.

After the war chariot was damaged, it suddenly overturned.

"Bang, bang!"

The seven severely injured experts of the Snow Sword Tang Court on the chariot all tumbled to the ground, each covered in blood. They stood up quickly, activated their magic tools, and scanned their surroundings.

Tang Wanqiu was the most severely injured, with blood holes all over his body. The five-foot-long sword in his hand was full of notches, and he used it like a cane to support his swaying body.

Within two days, he had been successively severely injured by the four great experts—Luan Sheng Lin You, Yin Suwen, Long Dian, and Qi Jin. The various magic powers that had seeped into his body were extremely difficult to refine and were rampaging through his trace meridians.

To have been able to survive until now after clashing with the four great experts in succession could be called an unparalleled achievement.

Unfortunately, this Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival had ended in a crushing defeat. The Snow Sword Tang Court martial cultivators had already been routed, fleeing in defeat, and were completely unable to organize any force to counterattack.

"Swish! Swish..."

Above their heads, countless demon shadows flew past, all with wings.

Led by Yin Suwen, the demon martial cultivators of Yinshan either landed on the ground or hovered in mid-air, intercepting the retreat of Tang Wanqiu and the other six.

The demon cultivators were numerous and quickly formed an array, blocking the long street near the inner city gate so tightly that not even water could pass through.

The six people around Tang Wanqiu all had their eyes wide with anger. Someone roared fiercely, "Yin Suwen, do you know what you are doing? Your Yinshan will definitely not be tolerated in the Northern Region and will surely be trampled flat by the iron hooves of the Snow Sword Tang Court."

Yin Suwen, as a disciple of the Demon King, was a powerhouse at the level of the fourth-ranked inheritor of the Northern Region's First Grade, and he didn't put the severely injured Northern Region experts in his eyes at all.

He said, "Tuoba Butuo, why are you so stupid? You still haven't figured out the essence of the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival even now. My daring to make a move means that the world is about to change, and it will be a huge change."

The main reason for the Snow Sword Tang Court's defeat today was the rebellion and sneak attack by the demon martial cultivators of the Yinshan lineage.

Tang Wanqiu secretly adjusted his breathing to gather Qi, but as soon as his magic power circulated, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The sound of breaking wind came densely, and the pursuers from the faction of the Far West Ash Region surrounded the entire street. Even the rooftops around the street were filled with figures with fierce auras.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

One after another, bloody corpses were thrown onto the street, landing around Tang Wanqiu and the other six.

They were all Snow Sword Tang Court martial cultivators who had fled in different directions; once caught, they were killed directly.

Qi Jin held a sword in one hand and kept the other behind her back. Her graceful figure stepped out from among the martial cultivators, smiling charmingly: "Young Master Tang, where are you planning to go?"

Tang Wanqiu's eyes were full of killing intent. He sneered without speaking, looking at the corpse of Tang Chen, the second inheritor of the Snow Sword Tang Court, on the ground, his fingers unable to help but clench tight.

On the rooftop, a hearty, light laugh sounded: "They should be preparing to flee out of Qiuzhouzhou City."

"Thinking of fleeing only now, it's too late!" another voice sounded.

Yin Suwen said, "Let's do it. After finishing them off, we still have to rush to the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion. The Zuoqiu Gate and the imperial court are still two tough bones."

The seven people of the Snow Sword Tang Court tightened their defensive circle, back-to-back, scanning the enemies. Although their eyes were still quite firm, there was a tragic sense of being at the end of their rope.

"Swish!"

On the city wall not far away, a figure running at extreme speed suddenly stopped.

Li Youyi retreated and jumped to the top of the gatehouse on the city wall, shouting, "Old Tang, what's going on? Do you need help?"

This sudden voice broke the murderous atmosphere on the street below.

Tang Wanqiu had been in despair, having already agreed with the others that even if they died, they would fight to kill the traitor Yin Suwen. Li Youyi's appearance filled him with great joy: "Brother Youyi, how many people did you bring?"

"Just me for now."

Li Youyi's speed was extremely fast, and the insect swarm had been left far behind by him; he was just taking this opportunity to wait for them to catch up.

The martial cultivators of the Far West Ash Region faction, who had been facing a formidable enemy, didn't know who couldn't help but laugh.

Then, the laughter spread, ringing out in one piece.

Qi Jin had been searching for Li Youyi for many days and had thought he had already fled the city. Since he had appeared, she naturally wouldn't let him leave, and she cast a glance at Yin Suwen.

Yin Suwen stood right below the city gate, magic power surging out like an explosion. A pair of wings full of metallic texture unfolded on his back, and his body shot into the air.

His hands transformed into eagle claws covered in dense metallic scales, and he erupted with his proud speed, attacking Li Youyi at close range.

Another seven or eight Yinshan demon experts flew toward various directions around Li Youyi, blocking his retreat, releasing battle-method intentions, and sacrificing various magic tools.

Li Youyi's body blurred and disappeared from their line of sight.

"Not good!"

Yin Suwen was worthy of being an inheritor-level expert; he sensed danger instantly, but it was too late to react, and he was struck by Li Youyi, who punched through his protective magic power.

He countered with his eagle claws, and his battle robe erupted with hundred-character scriptures.

"Bang!"

The claws collided with Li Youyi's palm force.

Yin Suwen only felt the opponent's power was like a mountain toppling and a sea overturning, like a great mountain crashing down. He couldn't stabilize his figure at all and fell toward the ground.

His feet smashed the bluestone street with a bang, and the stone slabs cracked continuously.

Only then did pain come from his claws and arms.

Before he could circulate his magic power to recover, the sound of wind whistled above his head.

Looking up, he saw Li Youyi's figure was majestic, divine light blooming under his feet, condensing into a magic power jade tripod, as if he were going to crush him like an ant.

Yin Suwen was terrified, his magic power rushing toward his legs at high speed. He dodged narrowly, and while retreating at high speed, he hurriedly opened his ancestral field.

The ancestral field below his navel, the acupoints emitting bright brilliance, spatial ripples circling out.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three hundred-character scripture magic tools, wrapped in magic power, released monstrous power, flying toward Li Youyi, who was chasing him like a soul-reaping Yama.

Li Youyi's palms manifested magic power light. While chasing closely, he slapped out three palms in succession, knocking the three hundred-character scripture magic tools away.

His footsteps shot out, and he blasted out a fourth palm.

The palm force was like a volcanic eruption, containing a deafening whistle. The air first boiled, then exploded.

"Boom!"

Yin Suwen had just propped up his battle-method intention and pushed out his claws when he was slapped away for dozens of zhang by a single palm. His protective battle robe exploded, his whole body was covered in blood mist, and he fell into the crowd of martial cultivators of the Far West Ash Region.

He could not maintain his human form and transformed into his massive demon original form—a Snow Mountain Silver-Feathered Eagle.

His claws were bloody, his bones broken, and he struggled several times but could not stand up. In just a few moves, he had actually been beaten into a state of severe injury.

"Rumble!"

Those seven or eight Yinshan demon powerhouses drove their magic tools, attacking Li Youyi frantically to stop him from hunting down Yin Suwen.

Li Youyi used the Qingxu Cicada-Chasing movement technique, shuttling between the ground and mid-air several zhang high. Screams rang out one after another; either chests were pierced, bones were shattered, or wings were torn apart...

Blood flew and feathers drifted down.

The sound of corpses falling one after another rang out. More than half of those seven or eight Yinshan demon powerhouses had fallen, and the rest were also severely injured and dying, lying in pools of blood in a mess.

Li Youyi, in his Daoist robe, drifted back to the ground like a fallen leaf.

Although a large army surrounded the street, watching covetously, he stood tall, looking down on everything, his eyes revealing a spirit of "I alone am supreme."

The exchange just now was extremely fast, only a few breaths of time,

but the entire high-end combat power of Yinshan had been almost completely crippled, including an inheritor who was ranked fourth in the Northern Region's First Grade.

The whole scene was silent, everyone trembling with fear.

Tang Wanqiu, the number one in the Northern Region, looked Li Youyi up and down repeatedly, confirming it again and again: "Brother Youyi, have you always been a supreme expert of the Five Seas Realm, disguising yourself from the beginning of the year until now?"

The martial cultivators of the whole city all believed that only Ge Xiantong, Luan Sheng Lin You, and Zuoqiu Hong were unaffected by the siege of Five Seas Realm martial cultivators.

Although the purity of Li Youyi's magic power was still only fourth-grade Qi, and his physical body was not a Dao body, there was clearly still a gap in combat power compared to those top three.

But in Tang Wanqiu's eyes, Li Youyi already possessed the same bearing.

Wanyan Xiaose, who was controlling an insect swarm, blinked her beautiful eyes, looking at Li Youyi's heroic and outstanding figure. Her heart pounded, and she felt a sense of looking up to a high mountain. She said pitifully, "Brother Youyi, you promised that you would save me once. Today, it's time for you to pay your debt!"

"Youyi has always kept in mind the favor of Sister Wanyan's help that day."

Li Youyi cast his gaze toward Tang Wanqiu, his brows furrowing: "Brother Tang, how did you get yourself into this state?"

"It's really a long story. In short, there was a traitor inside... Sigh, it's shameful to even say it... Cough, cough... Brother Youyi, can you help us break out of the siege? Tang would be extremely grateful."

Tang Wanqiu bowed in salute.

Li Youyi scanned the enemies who were constantly pressing in: "Since I've come, I will naturally protect your safety. But the rules... Brother Tang should still remember them, right?"

Tang Wanqiu smiled bitterly and nodded, helpless in his heart. He let everyone take out the invitation cards they had on them, collected them into a stack, and handed them to Li Youyi with both hands. He said, "Facts have proven that the true heroes of the world are actually in the South."

How similar the situation was to that outside the Qin Garden back then.

Li Youyi had been forced into a corner and shouted that line, "The heroes of the world are all in the North," offering the invitation cards of Cangli and Yinjiu to be saved.

Today, everything that had been lost was taken back in full.

The martial cultivators of the Snow Sword Tang Court had complex and unspeakable feelings; it really was a case of "times change."

Tang Wanqiu had no other choice. Injured to this extent, there was no way he could touch the rewards of the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival anymore. He only wanted to lead the few who were still alive and leave Qiuzhouzhou City quickly.

Li Youyi flipped through the Longevity Pill tickets, Dragon Seed tickets, and Dragon Bone tickets inside, putting them all into his boundary bag. He took them with a clear conscience; the reason Tang Wanqiu had intervened back then was because he had taken a fancy to the utility value of the Jiuli clan and had set various conditions—it absolutely had an element of looting a burning house.

"Li Youyi, aren't you too confident? I'm still standing here. Do you really think you can fight a hundred alone?" Qi Jin smiled sweetly, her smile not reaching her eyes, her gaze revealing a sense of evil coldness and killing intent.

Behind her, a dozen or so Great Thought Masters released spiritual light flames from their foreheads, activating a box-shaped ghost-fire magic tool that hovered in mid-air, releasing an army of passing spirits.

On the other side.

Dozens of Five Seas Realm martial cultivators activated a fourth-grade hundred-character scripture magic tool that looked like a book.

Clearly, the combat power Li Youyi had just displayed had already made them treat him with twelve points of seriousness; even with a numerical advantage, they didn't dare to take him lightly.

(End of chapter)