Chapter 487

The moment the whisper fell, Qiu Tianyu suddenly felt the flames that had been pushed aside by his Mystic Qi surge over violently.

And before him, the youth's eyes were dyed emerald bit by bit, shallow scales like jade floating at the corners of his eyes; the next instant, it was as if immortal music from who knows where resounded, and a noble robe like Mystic scales grew on his body—fire ribbons, jade pendants, long hair drifting with fire.

The backlash of the 【Law of the Same World】 had actually already caused his chest and abdomen to burn, and cracks had appeared on his spiritual body, but at this moment, he was still just a Body-Molding master whose Mystic Qi was suppressed; the great halberd broke through the flames, about to pierce the youth's chest for the third time.

And this time, he would definitely truly die!

But the next instant, this halberd solidified in mid-air.

Red jade grew from this halberd like ice prisms; from the blade to the shaft, countless vermilion jade crystals twisted and wound, extending to the beams, walls, and floor... then at the ends, they turned into raging flames that transitioned from red to yellow.

That was a massive amount of flames, surging through the entire great boat, rushing toward this place, like a hundred ministers bowing to a sovereign. All the flames no longer rose toward the sky but swarmed here, squeezing, shrinking, changing quality, and solidifying into a prison of vermilion lotuses.

The noble youth Star-Guard stood behind the embrace of these red jades, raising his hand lightly toward Qiu Tianyu before him. The next instant, the gorgeous and violent vermilion flames swallowed him whole.

At this moment, Qiu Tianyu roared again and tried one last time to thrust the great halberd forward, yet the confinement did not move a single bit; he immediately paid the price for this greedy attempt.

Those flames that had swallowed him began to rapidly condense into crystals; starting from the hand Qiu Tianyu used to hold the halberd, it spread to his entire shoulder in an instant.

Qiu Tianyu, with pupils shrinking, raised his hand-blade and slashed off this arm; the next instant, this severed arm suddenly exploded and scattered, the gorgeous and quiet vermilion turning into raging flames, instantly melting his spiritual body into bare white bones.

Qiu Tianyu gritted his teeth and rose, crashing through two layers of floorboards to rush outward, yet in the blink of an eye, several places on his body felt sharp pain; he did not know how many times he had been pierced by that fire jade, and the fireworks that exploded within his body were fiercely devouring his spiritual body.

The burning of a single fire often only has one-tenth of its energy used by people; the fire produced by a boat is also inevitably underestimated by those who rely on their own cultivation.

Only when all the temperature surges in the direction pointed to by the Fire Monarch will people know what a shocking behemoth it is.

And outside the boat, countless people held their breath, watching this battle situation that had undergone several sudden changes.

The surging firelight of the treasure ship swallowed the figures of the two, and a small patch of the sky was dyed red, with not a trace of the two figures to be seen. And Yan Feiqing still had not come out of the lake.

Changsun no longer felt the pain in her wrist; she and Cui Zhaoye stared straight at the lake, and her close friend's face had already turned pale.

Cui Zhaoye had just recognized that Qiu Tianyu was not bound by the Law of the Same World, and had also seen with her own eyes him heavily injuring Yan Feiqing with one halberd strike, and then flying into the fire-boat to hunt down the weak, one-armed youth.

She knew very well what a desperate realm "Body-Molding" was for the Vein Realm.

And behind them, there was a commotion; the Jin Wuwei had already arrived at the shore.

On the distant north and east banks, the night fires of hundreds of armored soldiers were forming into formations; here, on the south bank closest to the battle, these guards were shouting to clear a path.

People turned their heads one after another to look; a tall man in a martial uniform and black cloak was in the midst of the Jin Wuwei's many generals, striding toward the lake. His eyes looked toward the center of the lake with urgency and anger, yet like everyone else, he did not see the three figures.

On the Green Flower Terrace, Fu Zhiyun looked over there and suddenly turned her head to whisper: "Junfang, is that your father?"

In the direction she pointed, behind the tall man, a man nearly fifty years old was fully armored, following behind solemnly and half a step behind.

"... Yes."

"Then isn't this person... General Yang Juhu?"

"..."

It was indeed the Jin Wuwei's Yang Juhu, ranked third grade, commanding the Left Jin Wu, remotely managing the military affairs of various offices; in the Divine Capital, this was also a top-tier, solid position of power. Now, he clearly had not had time to put on his armor, only wearing a cloak as he rushed over. At this moment, he stared intently at this battle that was nearing its end.

And just amidst the restlessness on the south bank, the flames of that huge treasure ship suddenly dimmed, causing everyone to go quiet for a moment.

The next instant, people realized that it was not about to go out, but that those flames were all surging madly inward.

People watched this scene, which was like a miracle, in speechless astonishment; the shore was silent, until a figure broke through the top of the treasure ship and rushed into the sky.

It was an ugly, trembling remnant of a body.

Pierced through and charred in who knows how many places, blood and clothes were burnt together, one arm had disappeared entirely, and bare white bones were exposed in several places on his body.

The cold winter rain poured onto him, stirring up boiling white mist, and it was not until the next instant when the lake water broke and the man in the scattered Daoist robe, half his body stained with blood, suddenly pierced a three-zhang thunderbolt into his body from behind, that people realized in astonishment that this was the Qiu Tianyu who had been so arrogant just a moment ago!

Qiu Tianyu roared, grasped this sword with his backhand, and erupted with a knee strike that knocked the man behind him back. Then, staggering, he fell from the air onto the lake water.

He indeed would not die yet; from the start of the battle until now, this was his first heavy injury. Although his True Mystery was nearly exhausted, they had always perfectly protected his dantian, head, and heart.

And on the south bank, when Yang Juhu's gaze fell on that remnant, dying figure, his footsteps paused in disbelief, and a majestic roar erupted: "Jin Wu Prohibition! Cease fighting immediately!!"

The voice resounded through the West Pool.

Qiu Tianyu swept toward the Flying Mirror Tower and retreated; throughout the entire process, he guarded against Yan Feiqing with his front, and several hall masters and helm masters also welcomed him with swords, blocking in front of him.

Opposite them, the Daoist who had taken the full force of the Body-Molding strike was also blood-stained, his face pale. And at this moment, the youth's figure, arms hanging low and sword held singly, also walked out from the sinking treasure ship; fire shadows slipped off his clothes, and everything was as intact as when he had fallen into the fire-boat, only his expression was equally wounded and tired.

Yang Juhu's majestic voice had already spread throughout the entire West Pool; the man raised his hand to press the sword at his waist, staring fixedly at the two in the center of the lake, his voice almost hoarse as he roared: "Everyone, unload your weapons immediately!!"

Thousands of Jin Wu armored soldiers had already surrounded this place; many of the onlookers now felt the dangerous weight of the atmosphere, and the whispering had already disappeared.

And above the center of the lake, the voice came from far away across the rain curtain. Seeing Pei Ye was walking step by step on the lake water from behind; Yan Feiqing turned his head to look at him, but the youth only looked quietly ahead and raised his sword lightly.

Yan Feiqing turned his head back; in front, "North Heng" and the three helm masters protected that remnant figure to the death.

So he cast a light, indifferent glance.

The man's eyes were extremely light and appeared clean, and usually, there was little fluctuation; even now, heavily injured, with his Daoist robe stained with blood and his face pale, his expression did not change.

But now, a violent, colorless flame suddenly ignited in those eyes!

As if born from nothing, and neither dying nor perishing, not knowing where it was, not knowing if it was tangible or intangible—just at the moment of meeting those five pairs of eyes, the same violent, colorless fire rose in their eyes.

"Qingwei Divine Fierce Secret Method"

The five people stiffened in an instant.

And behind Yan Feiqing, the youth finally walked forward step by step.

Standing with his arm broken and hair scattered, he closed his eyes lightly, cold raindrops flowing and rolling down his cheeks and hair; his pale face became even weaker and colder, the whole person as if dissolving into the rain.

The sword was the same.

Raindrops pattered onto the sword body; Seeing Pei Ye straightened his left arm and laid the sword lightly behind his arm.

The cold sword intent infected the water droplets on the sword, and then, one by one, the 【Sword-Washing Water】 began to trace back upward... perhaps reaching straight to the clouds.

Seeing Pei Ye opened his eyes lightly and shook the water droplets off the sword.

In an instant, seven zhang away, robes split sharply, cheeks opened with gashes, throats oozed crimson... the rain falling from the sky unavoidably swept across the bodies of the five people.

Passed down by the Xiao Horse Sword, the combined style of the last three chapters of "Early Moon Chuyue Chuyue Beiyu," those who are not moved by emotion and extreme in the sword cannot comprehend it.

【Divine Duke Washes Sword, Chuyue Chuyue Beiyu Falls from Heaven】