Chapter 670: Victory

"Mountains and Rivers—Broken Trend!"

Following a high-pitched, almost shrill shout from An Wang, the Mountain and River Stele rose high, and a great Momentum swept down!

"Oh no!" Fu Xianchan and the other Sword Heroes were all struck with terror, using their most powerful Sword Techniques together to resist. Jiang Shenyi also immediately maneuvered the wind bird to block, the wind bird tilting nearly ninety degrees upward, using its belly to shield the people on its back from this surging Broken Trend.

"Snap!"

It sounded as if some massive bubble had burst; several Sword Techniques of varying forms shattered at once, and even the wind bird shattered along with them. The people above fell downward like a Heavenly Maiden Scatters Flowers.

Below lay a bottomless abyss, ultimately leading to Yingyuan!

Fortunately, everyone was at least at the level of a Sword Guest; though terrified, they were still able to save themselves in an emergency, and all used Sword Art to stabilize their forms to some extent.

An Wang curled his lip upon seeing this: if the Dazai used this sword momentum, let alone the wind bird shattering, even those shielded behind it would have been pulverized together; how could he have allowed them a sliver of a chance to survive?

He was, after all, inferior to the Dazai.

However, one more strike would suffice.

If one strike wasn't enough to eliminate these insects and ants, then two would do!

In fact, as the wind bird fell, some of the Turtle Bandits were among those falling, but how could these people be in the eyes of His Highness An Wang? He immediately swung his sword: "Mountains and Rivers—"

Just as the words left his mouth, he saw a dim green light on the ground.

Green light...

An Wang's mind had already begun to ponder what the green light was, but his actions were clearly faster than his brain, and he blurted out a shout: "Broken!"

A massive Broken Force rolled over!

At the same time, someone below also noticed the green light.

That is...

The distance was too great for an ordinary person to see clearly, but Fu Xianchan's eyes widened in mid-air, her pupils turning vertical, and she instantly saw the shape of the green light:

That is... a tree?!

How could there be a tree beneath this bottomless abyss?

And, it really is so big!

The treetop was like a giant cradle, and a majestic force of life rushed toward her, making Fu Xianchan feel at ease and causing a thought to flash through her mind: once there, she would be safe!

Fu Xianchan swung her sword: "Sword Art—Turn Around!"

With a simple little Sword Art, all those falling adjusted their postures in the air like cats falling from a height, standing head-over-heels as they fell, their speed much faster than before.

However, it was still too far!

The Broken Trend had already chased to their backs; if they didn't accelerate, they would certainly be caught. Fu Xianchan gritted her teeth: "Everyone must look out for themselves..."

She was just about to accelerate when she suddenly discovered the great tree beneath her feet was not so far away anymore, or rather, the tree was approaching!

The tree didn't grow legs to run toward her, but it was growing at high speed! The tree grew higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, the massive treetop was already before their eyes, the huge canopy like a gentle hand, cradling all the falling people in its palm.

At the same time, the Broken Force had already reached the outside of the tree.

A faint dark-gold Qi shrouded the treetop, like a halo upon the emerald canopy.

Countless Broken Trends followed one after another, entangling with the dark-gold halo, seemingly wanting to have a good contest.

The entanglement of Momentum is always a tug-of-war...

Yet the next moment, the dark-gold light brightened, as if the fire in a furnace had been fanned by the wind, and those Broken Trends were like paper scraps blown into a flame; they fueled it for a moment, then turned to ash and vanished.

The Broken Trend was vulnerable to a single blow!

Only the great tree grew under the golden light!

"What?" An Wang simply could not believe his eyes; this was the Broken Trend of the Mountain and River Stele, the national momentum of Great Wei! How could it be broken by a Mortal?

Who is it?

Has Wangliang come out?

Or is it that strange dark-colored Golden Crow?

Immediately following, the great tree grew to the front of the Mysterious Turtle's head, and someone stood on the treetop holding a sword, their expression solemn and peaceful, their body shrouded in a layer of faint golden light, their posture like a divine Golden Crow perched on the Jianmu.

An Wang did not recognize this person, only feeling that their appearance seemed not of the mortal world, and was dazzled for a moment.

Among his subordinates, some recognized this face; they opened their mouths, wanting to call out this person's name, but dared not confirm it.

They truly dared not confirm it; it had only been a few days, yet this temperament seemed to have been reborn.

But while they dared not confirm, the person on the tree recognized them; their gaze swept over, and their voice, though calm, was as cold as ice: "Turtle Bandits?"

At the mention of the two words "Turtle Bandits," all the Turtle Bandits were furious; Turtle Bandits was a derogatory term used by the officials, and they considered themselves orthodox and could not stand it. Not only did the soldiers, whose eyes were gradually turning red with bloodlust, raise their swords to meet the enemy, but An Wang also began to urge the Mountain and River Stele.

But the expressions of several Pillar-Supporting Ministers were extremely grave, each raising their sword, though their feet took steps that seemed to advance yet retreat.

A phantom of a Golden Crow gradually took shape behind the person on the tree. An Wang wanted to laugh, because that Golden Crow was too small, nothing more than a normal crow. It was simply a child playing at being an adult, childish and ridiculous.

"How ridiculous..."

"Run..."

An Wang was startled, and turning his head, he saw it was his own mother speaking; An Wang Taifei's lips were trembling slightly. An Wang was stunned for a moment, and An Wang Taifei shouted: "My son, run!"

As she spoke, she turned and scooped An Wang under her arm, retreating desperately. As the mother and son retreated, the Turtle Bandits' formation was instantly thrown into chaos; the Sword Guests behind them retreated one after another, and the Sword Guests beside them also showed signs of a retreating tide.

At this moment, they saw that Golden Crow coming!

That Golden Crow was the size of a crow, but not the speed of a crow; its speed was comparable to lightning!

Among the remaining few Pillar-Supporting Ministers, the Pillar-Supporting Minister of Autumn stepped forward, holding his sword horizontally in front, assuming the posture of one man guarding the pass to cover the retreat.

"Sword Technique—Autumn Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves!"

A wild wind rose, and everyone felt a chill that penetrated to the bone; the wind force rushed at their faces, and their eyes were blown shut.

Yet the next moment, everyone simultaneously felt a scorching sun; although they all had their eyes closed, they felt a brightness before them, and even their eyelids could not block the irradiation of the intense light.

In a sheet of white light, they felt a heat source brush past them, going to chase in another direction—

The Pillar-Supporting Minister of Autumn, with his withered-grass-colored hair, watched helplessly as the Little Golden Crow swept past him, heading straight for An Wang and his mother, and he hurriedly turned to save them, only to feel a heat on the top of his head, and his crown suddenly became very bright.

He looked up and couldn't help but be terrified: his hair was on fire!

Damn it, just because they said his hair was like straw didn't mean it actually was straw, so how could it still catch fire?

He was so busy frantically patting out the fire on his head that he neglected what was beside him. The Golden Crow had already flown to its destination.

Over there, An Wang Taifei had already reopened the teleportation array installed on the turtle's back and was in the middle of activating it, but the scorching heat was already upon them. In an instant, she pushed An Wang backward without hesitation and turned to face the Golden Crow herself. At the same time, another figure arrived; a blue expanse of water ripples had already formed a spiral to block them—it was the Western Pillar of State, Hong Mengting!

Can water block fire? Can water block the sun?

It cannot!

The Golden Crow did not need to build up Momentum; it passed directly through the center of the vortex and thrust toward An Wang! An Wang Taifei blocked the way, person and sword together. Just as her Sword Technique began to unfold, a flash of intense light appeared, and she vanished completely, person and sword alike!

Along with An Wang Taifei, the teleportation gate also vanished. The teleportation gate had already closed, and from within it, a faint voice came: "Mother..." then there was no more sound.

The teleportation gate had made it in time after all, sending An Wang away, but it had only sent An Wang alone!

In the end, to prevent the enemy from continuing their pursuit, An Wang Taifei had destroyed the teleportation Law Array on the back of the giant turtle; repairing it would not be a matter of a few moments. For the sake of her son, she had cut off the retreat for all the turtle bandits!

The crowd of turtle bandits perhaps had not yet reacted, but the remaining two Pillars of State had: the Western Pillar of State cursed loudly, "Bastard! Old bitch!"

Before the words had even faded, the giant turtle shuddered and was instantly incinerated into a torch!

Previously, An Wang had used Broken Sword Intent to shatter the wind bird; now, the Golden Crow's Destruction Power similarly destroyed the giant turtle.

This time, it was the turtle bandits' turn to fall downward.

Likewise, they could stabilize their forms with their own power, but immediately after, they felt a force of Destruction Power covering their heads.

Cannot stop, must keep falling!

The Destruction Power released by the Golden Crow transformed into a large cover that descended; the speed of its descent was not fast, just about the same as free-fall speed. If these turtle bandits kept falling, they wouldn't fear being caught by the destruction, but the moment they tried to stop, it would be the moment disaster struck.

This was, of course, intentional.

Including the Pillars of State, all the turtle bandits could only fall downward. They did not know how long they had been falling when suddenly their bodies jolted; they had fallen onto a giant web.

That web was like a spiderweb waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree; it immediately stuck to them and then bound them up. One by one, including the Sword Hero, they were left with no power to resist.

Finally, the entire spiderweb rolled up, bundled together like a ball of yarn, and in the end, only a large silver roll remained, floating in the air like an oversized burrito.

The turtle bandits, captured in one net!

Only then did the person standing on the treetop descend. The layer of light draped over him extinguished, but he remained dazzling in his bearing; it was indeed Tang Zhao, returned from Yingyuan.

Tang Zhao walked down from the tree and first said, "Many thanks for your assistance, Your Highness."

The one waiting below to cast the net was, of course, Ruyi Sword. Ruyi Sword walked up gracefully, carrying the silver silk roll in her hand. Seeing that the roll was shrinking smaller and smaller, by the time it reached them, it was truly only the size of a burrito.

Hua Yaozhi said, "What talk of assistance? You and I simply joined hands to defeat the enemy."

At this moment, someone called out, "Your Highness, is that Your Highness?"

The voices were more than one, all trembling and tearful.

Hua Yaozhi smiled gently and said, "It is I. Are you all well?"

The crowd from Baiyujing rushed forward to surround her, and there was a chorus of weeping.

Seeing this scene, Tang Zhao felt moved in his heart: "Reunion after a long separation is naturally a joy beyond measure."

He hoped that he, too, would have a day of reunion after a long separation.

At this time, someone behind him asked, "Tang Zhao, are you Tang Zhao?"

This sounded like someone imitating the way the people over there spoke—it was a prank. Tang Zhao said irritably, "It's me. Senior Brother, don't start with that..."

Suddenly, he was embraced from behind. He could have dodged if he wanted to, but since it was his Senior Brother, he did not dodge. He heard Jiang Shenyi shout, "Tang Zhao is back! He is safe and sound! We have won!"

Following his cheer, everyone cheered. The cheering rose in waves, and in an instant, it was like a mountain-toppling, sea-crashing roar in his ears.

Tang Zhao was surrounded in the middle and also smiled: "We should cheer; after all, it is our victory."