Chapter 526: Father-in-law, how do you want to die?

On a high wall about two miles away from the battlefield at the city gate, three spectators sat or stood in a relaxed manner. Aside from the unremarkable-looking Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taie and the dashing, green-robed Cao Zhangqing, there was also a figure in white as snow, with a hint of something uncanny between their brows: the white-robed Luoyang.

The once First Demon of Northern Mang, now Sect Leader of the Zhulu Mountain, the white-robed Luoyang gazed at the battlefield—a scene that could be called unprecedented and unrepeatable—with a playful expression.

"More than sixty ancestors of Longhu Mountain descending to the mortal realm all at once; it looks like an unprecedented feat, but in reality, restricted by the Heavenly Dao, most are merely at the Jingang Jingti and Finger Profound Realm, at most mastering a few greatly diminished immortal techniques. They are just paper tigers. However, the seven or eight in the center, even with weakened cultivation, are at least Heavenly Phenomenon experts. Especially the three Great Truth-Seekers in the very middle—could they not be considered Daoist Saints?"

Deng Taie rested his head on his hand and chuckled, "Among those three, the one holding the sword should be the first-generation Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. The one wearing a lotus on his head is the first Protector Truth-Seeker of the Liyang Dynasty; the Purple Gold Lotus Pond of the Celestial Master Mansion is said to have been created by his hand. And that one riding the white deer, by seniority, is actually the uncle-master of Qi Xuanzheng. They are all big names."

"It is just a pity that once these immortals descend, their strength and methods plummet. Even with the help of an Array, they are bound to lose. Who told them to face Murong Tonghuang, that monster who alone dominates all the experts in the world?" The green-robed Cao Zhangqing stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.

Luoyang glanced at Cao Zhangqing indifferently and chuckled, "Cao Guanzi, Murong Tonghuang is currently your ally. If he can turn Taian City upside down, your Western Chu's situation will also improve. Why have you not made a move yet?"

Cao Zhangqing said calmly, "No rush. With Alliance Leader Murong's cultivation, a group of Transcendent Immortals cannot do anything to him. Furthermore, Sect Leader Luoyang is Alliance Leader Murong's confidante and can still sit calmly on the Diaoyutai; how could I, Cao Zhangqing, be the first to strike? A hero saving a beauty is one of the most boring tropes in the world, but if a beauty saves a hero, it is completely different."

"Oh, is that so?" Luoyang's long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura emanated from her entire body.

"Alright, alright... you two, let us focus on watching the show." Deng Taie blocked the space between them, a bitter smile on his face as he played the peacemaker: "Back at the Huishan Snow Gathering, it was not as if we had not seen Murong's methods. Why worry for him? Let us just watch the show in peace and see what other trump cards the Liyang Dynasty, which unified the Central Plains, still has."

Luoyang snorted coldly, her murderous intent gradually receding.

Cao Zhangqing wore a smile, as if he had not taken the previous matter to heart at all.

On the battlefield at the city gate.

Just as Yu Liancheng stomped the golden-armored immortal to death, the many immortals were filled with uncontrollable rage.

One of the Flying Sword immortals could no longer suppress his anger, and amidst shouts of "How dare you, you brat!", he commanded thousands of purple-gold Flying Swords, which poured down upon Murong Tonghuang like a torrential rain.

The immortal who stepped on a flying sword moved with the wind, chanting words, while a translucent tablet—similar to the plaque held by officials during court audiences—gradually floated in front of his chest.

The immortal named "Zhao Zhengzhen" waved the white jade tablet in his hand, striking out another white light like a sword, which followed the rain of arrows to blast toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng took a step forward, his five fingers rotating, and amidst the sonic boom of the airflow, he threw a punch toward the sky.

The fist energy transformed into an unstoppable blood-red rainbow, crashing into the dense sword array pouring from the sky. The blood-red rainbow carried an overbearing, peerless aura, smashing through the sword array like a hot knife through butter, and collided with the white light emitted by the jade tablet.

After a brief stagnation, the white light collapsed directly.

The fist energy moved forward without hesitation, shattering the jade tablet and striking the immortal's body.

A large hole was opened in the immortal's chest, and he looked at Murong Tonghuang with an expression of disbelief.

Murong Tonghuang only said indifferently: "The second one."

As the words fell, the fate of the immortal Zhao Zhengzhen was exactly the same as the previous golden-armored immortal, turning into clouds and dissipating.

Immortals are eternal?

Immortals are not eternal!

In the blink of an eye, two immortals had already been reduced to dust.

It was not just because the immortals' strength was greatly damaged, but because this Murong Tonghuang was the genuine number one in the world.

In his hands, this group of immortals could not stir up much trouble at all.

The remaining dozens of immortals looked at each other, but they felt no fear, only anger.

The next moment.

More than thirty immortals stepped out together, their auras linking to instantly form an immortal Array.

And at the very center of the Array was none other than Murong Tonghuang.

"With so many immortals joining forces, Murong Tonghuang is truly honored. I just wonder if you all can take one sword strike from me."

Facing these immortals filling the sky, Yu Liancheng indeed only unleashed one sword strike.

But for this Murong, who could be called the number one in Sword Dao, he could condense ten thousand sword techniques into one strike that returned to simplicity, and he could also transform a simple sword strike into ten thousand different sword stances.

Thus, this sword was swung, and the Sword Qi laid out a net of heaven and earth, densely layered.

The sword light also transformed into ten thousand dazzling golden rays, filled with a sharp aura.

Each ray of sword light was filled with a terrifying power capable of cutting through the void. Even if an immortal were struck head-on by a single ray, they would be split in two.

It looked like a simple sword strike, but in an instant, it became the most complex, terrifying, and unfathomable sword strike in the world.

Chi chi chi!

The sound of Sword Qi tearing through the air rang out incessantly, as streaks of Sword Qi pierced through the bodies of the immortals.

On this day, immortals fell like rain.

"Three, four, five... ten, eleven, twelve... thirty-three, thirty-five..." Yu Liancheng counted the immortals falling from the sky one by one, and finally could not help but shake his head and sigh: "You lot, staying in heaven perfectly well, why run to the mortal realm? You are not even enough for me to fight with one hand."

With a simple sword strike, more than thirty immortals fell like rain.

If they had stayed honestly and dutifully in heaven, Murong Tonghuang might not have been able to do much to them.

—At least not for now.

But they insisted on running to the mortal realm to court death.

A bunch of guys who were only at the Jingang or Finger Profound Realm dared to offend him, Murong Wudi?! If this is not courting death, what is?

However, among this group of descended immortals, the truly tricky ones had not yet made a move; he would like to see what methods they had.

"You have strong opinions about the immortals in heaven?" The deer-riding immortal's expression remained indifferent.

"No." Yu Liancheng shook his head and smiled: "Although I dislike you pointing fingers from heaven, I understand that the rules of this world are simple: it is nothing more than the strong preying on the weak, the many bullying the few, the clever exploiting the foolish... whether you are fishing for Luck or treating all living beings as chess pieces, it is all the same."

The deer-riding immortal pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "That is the logic."

"Since you all agree with this logic, then my strength is greater than yours, so if I slay you all, you should have no complaints or regrets." Yu Liancheng said.

The deer-riding immortal nodded: "That is the logic."

The first-generation ancestor of Longhu Mountain, who held a sword in his hand, chuckled: "If you were killed by us, then you should likewise have no complaints or regrets."

"That is the logic." Yu Liancheng repeated the deer-riding immortal's words, but quickly changed his tone, saying with a hint of melancholy: "It is just a pity that for this fine head of mine, who in the world can cut it off?"

"Let me try." The sword-holding ancestor chuckled, his whole person carrying an air of transcendence, and he thrust his sword toward Yu Liancheng.

This ethereal and unpredictable charm also merged into the sword stance, making this strike even more ethereal and hollow, as if the Sword Qi were pouring down from the horizon, intending to submerge Yu Liancheng within it.

This sword strike reminded Yu Liancheng of an old acquaintance named Ye Gucheng.

He thought of that Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens of his.

That sword move, as clear as the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and stainless, seemed far inferior when compared to this casual sword strike from the sword-wielding God.

And so, Yu Liancheng unleashed the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens."

Against a genuine Sword Immortal, he used a "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" created by a mortal.

This sword strike was swift and brilliant, ethereal and agile.

It was as if, high above in the firmament, a Heavenly Human was brandishing a Divine Sword, thrusting it out at an angle.

This was Yu Liancheng's Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens.

With a "Clang," sparks flew in all directions.

The sword-wielding God's face turned pale, and a loud "crack-crack" sound erupted from the ground beneath his feet; the already broken ground shattered and flew out, shooting off in all directions.

Immediately, miserable cries rang out; some soldiers who could not dodge in time suffered collateral damage. Once struck, it was as if they had been hit by a cannonball; their flesh and bones were instantly shattered, their bodies sent flying, a sight too ghastly to behold.

The first-generation founder of Longhu Mountain, who was wielding the sword, staggered back a few steps, his palms trembling violently.

He only felt a fierce and tyrannical Qi surging through the sword into his palms, flowing through his meridians and rampaging wantonly within his body.

Yu Liancheng did not pursue with his sword.

This was not because he was full of martial virtue.

It was because the deer-riding God had made a move.

One saw the deer-riding God gently kick the reins, and the white deer mount took a step forward. Instantly, a vast and majestic Qi dispersed; the broken ground was carried by the Qi, whipping up a thick curtain of rubble that struck Murong Tonghuang head-on.

Murong Tonghuang swung his sword backhanded, slicing the curtain of rubble open.

Immediately following this, he punched out, blasting apart a lotus flower that was drifting toward him.

"Come, let me see the methods of you Gods; do not disappoint me."

Yu Liancheng held his broken sword with both hands, his beautiful face filled with intense fighting spirit.

The remaining twenty or thirty Gods exchanged glances, each unleashing their ultimate techniques as they killed their way toward Yu Liancheng.

Among them, naturally, the methods of the deer-riding God and the other two were the most astonishing.

The deer-riding God transformed into a vast expanse of Jinguang, sprinkling it upon hundreds of elite soldiers. These soldiers glowed with Jinguang, their bravery extraordinary, their Qi harmonized, and they killed their way toward Yu Liancheng without fear of death. And once a soldier was killed, the Jinguang would immediately transfer to the remaining soldiers.

There were tens of thousands of soldiers here; they were supposed to guard Taian City.

Since they had no fighting spirit, since they lacked the determination to face death without fear, he would help them along.

The old Daoist with the lotus crown held his hands in a tower-supporting gesture, and four Faxiang manifested behind him, each forming seals and pinching fingers, bombarding Yu Liancheng with four different immortal arts.

The Longhu Mountain founder holding the Yulei did not act rashly.

He was forming a seal, and as time passed, the Qi on his body became increasingly astonishing.

One could imagine what terrifying power would erupt once he completed this seal.

"It's getting quite lively; it's time for me to add some fuel to the fire."

Xie Guanying, who had been watching the fire from the other side of the river, muttered to himself. Suddenly, he shook his shoulders and raised his sleeves, as if he intended to pack the entire world into them.

"The world's clear breeze, wrapped in two sleeves. The great rivers and mountains, carried on one shoulder. Eight Seals Array."

Above the Qintian Bureau, eight Eight Nations Imperial Seals of varying sizes suddenly appeared. Their Luck leaked out, whipping up a violent hurricane; the remaining Luck of the eight nations was still not to be underestimated.

Xie Guanying's expression grew increasingly solemn. He raised his arm and gently waved one hand forward, pointing directly at the direction where Murong Tonghuang was.

"Do not look at what is improper."

Two streams of majestic Luck poured out from the Imperial Seals and flew toward the distance, intending to seal Yu Liancheng's eyes.

Xie Guanying moved his fingers again and continued, his tone incomparably calm and indifferent: "Do not listen to what is improper."

Another two streams of majestic Luck transformed into a long river and flew out, intending to block Yu Liancheng's eyes.

"Do not speak of what is improper."

"Do not... act improperly."

The Luck of the Eight Nations Imperial Seals flew out in succession.

If the first three "improper" commands still left a glimmer of survival, then the final "do not act improperly" was the most terrifying killing move.

Perhaps "do not act improperly" could only freeze Murong Tonghuang for a split second, but for those few Gods, a split second was enough to be fatal.

"Hoo!"

Xie Guanying exhaled a long breath, his face slightly pale.

Clearly, presiding over this Eight Seals Array was also a tremendous burden for him.

But if he could severely injure or kill Murong Tonghuang, then it would all be worth it.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a huge roaring sound came from the distance.

The entire Taian City seemed to tremble for a moment; a layer of terror shrouded everyone's hearts, and countless people ran about like headless flies.

"Not good, those trash Gods are no match for this guy at all."

A trace of horror flashed through Xie Guanying's heart. His realm was almost unparalleled in the world, and as a Qi Practitioner, he was most adept at perceiving all signs of impending disaster.

It was precisely because of this that he boasted his ability to escape was the best in the world.

Just at that moment, he felt a sense of hair-raising dread.

Even during the most dangerous times in the past, he had never been so shaken.

Everything happened too fast for Xie Guanying to think; a sharp sound of breaking air rang out from the distance, and one could see air waves sweeping across the sky like an angry dragon, shooting over like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it crossed the long street, and the hard street floor collapsed and rolled up, plowing out a gully several miles long.

The air wave had already reached the front of the Qintian Bureau.

Before the person within the air wave had even stepped into the Qintian Bureau, the force of the wind had already arrived like a giant wave, shattering the walls and gates of the Qintian Bureau and sending bricks and stones flying.

"Old man, why do you have such great killing intent toward your son-in-law?" The angry dragon-like air wave dissipated, revealing a slender black figure.

He reached out and wiped his eyes, as if wiping away an invisible barrier.

Slowly opening his eyes, Murong Tonghuang looked at Xie Guanying with a slightly playful smile.

"But it doesn't matter, my killing intent toward you is not small either. Speak, how do you want to die? As long as you don't die too flashily, I will try my best to satisfy you."