Chapter 534: The Ultimate Battle (Part I)

Huishan.

Daxueping.

A secret chamber.

As the final strand of the Primordial Spirit returned to his body, a transformation unprecedented since ancient times was underway.

Whoosh!

A gale swirled nearby, the air flowing like a tide, whipping up an incomparable vortex within the room that gathered the power of heaven and earth, as if it were a black hole.

And at the center of this vortex was Yu Liancheng.

His eyes were closed, his long black hair lifted toward the sky like a waterfall flowing in reverse. His aura grew increasingly ethereal and unfathomable; his lips parted slightly, whispering softly.

"I have entered the Land Celestial."

Boom!

The next moment, the vortex exploded, transforming into a surging, vast, and boundless force that slammed into the walls of the secret chamber. In an instant, this chamber, built with countless resources and manpower, began to twist and deform, dust flying everywhere. Amidst several loud bangs, the bricks and tiles turned into countless powder, the massive tremors echoing from afar.

The architecture on Guniu Dagang was magnificent.

Yet as the tremors grew louder, resounding through the sky, the entire Guniu Dagang seemed to sway like a giant ship adrift on the sea, trembling incessantly. The servants and maids on Huishan were thrown into a panic, believing an earthquake had struck, and ran into the courtyards shouting. Some disciples or Elders with profound martial arts felt something and looked up toward the sky.

They were immediately shocked beyond measure.

They saw thousands of purple mists cascading down from the high firmament, covering the long sky, filled with mysterious and unfathomable radiance, breathtakingly beautiful, sweeping majestically toward the direction of Daxueping.

A phenomenon of heaven and earth; man models himself after heaven and earth.

And on Daxueping, even more astonishing changes were occurring.

Rumble!

Amidst a series of thunderous sounds, building after building completely collapsed.

The wind howled, and the violent energy swirled. Countless fragments and rubble were swept into the sky, only to be churned into a sky full of dust and scattered about.

Vaguely, one could see a figure appearing in the airflow, standing in mid-air, dressed in black like the night, standing tall like a God or Demon, radiating an aura that transcended the mortal world and everything in it.

Thousands of purple mists cascaded down.

They merged into that person's body.

The eyes of that figure suddenly opened.

Boom!

A sudden thunderclap exploded in the void, tearing through the sky, blooming with incomparable, dazzling light that illuminated the world in a deathly pale hue. But compared to this person, it did not give one a heart-stopping feeling.

Because this lightning seemed to have been born from his eyes.

He was even more astonishing than the lightning in the firmament.

The next moment, this black-clad figure waved his hand casually, as if brushing away a speck of insignificant dust.

And so the violent wind dissipated, the purple mist hid away, and the various phenomena between heaven and earth vanished, returning to normal.

If not for the collapsed buildings, some might have thought everything before was merely an illusion.

"Finally reached this realm."

Yu Liancheng muttered to himself.

At this moment, he stood dozens of zhang above the ground, his sleeves fluttering, looking like an immortal.

During his days of wandering in spirit, sensing heaven and earth, seeking other opportunities, and with the assistance of countless Luck, he had finally reached the highest level of this world.

Land Immortal.

Or perhaps, Land Celestial.

He quietly sensed the surging aura within his body, capable of striking the high heavens and changing the wind and clouds at any moment. It seemed as if he only needed to open his palm to encompass the entire world and contain all things.

At the same time, Yu Liancheng faintly perceived an unfathomable and vast pressure from this world.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Liancheng understood the reason.

The Land Immortal realm was the limit that this world could bear.

If one wished to go further, one could only enter the Heavenly Gate and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

And he had reached the pinnacle of the three great realms of Vajra, Finger Profound, and Heavenly Phenomenon, achieving an unprecedented Land Celestial state.

Whether in cultivation or combat power, not to mention this world, even within the Heavenly Gate, he could stand proudly above all immortals and stand at the peak.

More importantly, Murong Tonghuang possessed the Martial Dao cultivation of another world, which was even more formidable than that of a Land Celestial.

The combination of the two brought him to a height unprecedented in this world. Even Lv Zu from eight hundred years ago would likely be no match for him.

"However, the power of this body can be fed back to the main body at any time. As long as I am willing, I can maintain the level of an ordinary Land Celestial, so there is no need to worry about being expelled. As for now..." Yu Liancheng shifted his gaze toward Hutou City, a hint of fighting spirit appearing between his brows: "Let me have a good fight first."

The next moment.

He headed toward Hutou City with a transcendent posture.

His speed was incomparable; even "fast as lightning" was not enough to describe it.

Because his aura was slightly released, it caused the heavens and earth to rumble, smoke and dust to fly, like a divine dragon passing through; yet it was a divine dragon that showed its head but not its tail, and no one could capture the figure of the divine dragon.

Now, he was going to see what methods Northern Mang had prepared to deal with him.

Heh, I hope it won't be too boring.

Hutou City.

Above the city walls, a royal banner with the character "Xu" fluttered in the wind.

On the Longyan'er Plain, a large banner in the center of the Northern Mang camp also fluttered in the wind.

Beneath the large banner, the Crown Prince of Northern Mang sat on a Sweat-Blood Horse, clad in brilliant golden armor, looking toward the direction of the Longyan'er Plain, his gaze faintly tinged with fear, but in the blink of an eye, he was full of self-satisfaction and smiles.

The second great war between Liang and Mang was inevitable.

A mere Hutou City, under the force of four hundred thousand Northern Mang troops, has only the fate of falling.

A mere Grandmaster of the Central Plains, aside from being trampled into pulp like the Sword Emperor of Western Shu back then, has no other outcome.

As for that person...

Fear appeared once again in the eyes of the Northern Mang Crown Prince.

But the fear was quickly driven away entirely.

A sinister smile even emerged.

Under the great array, there are eighty-one true immortals.

Let's see if you, Murong Tonghuang, still won't die!

Beneath the royal banner on the city wall, a drum-beating platform was built, higher than the horse-path of the city wall.

A slender young man in white climbed the steps; he stood before a large drum, seemed to hesitate for a moment, finally took a deep breath, and picked up the drumstick.

"Second Sister, that burden was originally meant for me to carry." The man in white said silently: "Since childhood, you have been the most strict, but in reality, you always indulged me every time. This time, let me share a little of the worry for you."

The man in white wore a Beiliang Saber at his waist.

His appearance was extremely handsome.

Xu Fengnian of the Xu family.

Xu Fengnian turned his head to look at the horse-path, where the woman wearing a Python Robe was walking slowly toward the center of the city wall, heading toward the top of the city gate where the plaque hung.

She wore a Feudatory King's Python Robe from the Lingzhou Jinlü Manufacturing Bureau, which shone brilliantly under the sunlight. Her ordinary face also became solemn due to the addition of authority.

The female Feudatory King's pace was not fast.

Every step was taken heavily and steadily.

It was as if a thousand-catty burden rested on the female Feudatory King's shoulders.

But even so, before reaching her destination, she would never stop for a moment.

Even though the female Feudatory King felt Xu Fengnian's gaze, she did not look back, her gait remaining the same.

Soon, the female Feudatory King stood still, her gaze looking toward the Longyan'er Plain, looking toward the black, dense Northern Mang military camp.

Her gaze seemed to clash with the Northern Mang Crown Prince's gaze in the air for a moment.

No one retreated.

Woo— woo— woo—!

As the Northern Mang Crown Prince, clad in golden armor, waved his arm, desolate, tragic, yet powerful and forceful horn sounds rang out from the Northern Mang army, and the siege began.

Boom— boom—!

The black, dense Northern Mang infantry were the first to push forward, like locusts crossing a border, and like a tide composed of black ants.

The war began, and waves of intense battle intent filled the space between heaven and earth, wordless yet heart-chilling.

Looking from the city wall, among the dense swarms of locusts, there were also two or three thousand catapults of varying sizes, under the supervision of officials from the Southern Court's Directorate of Military Weapons, arrayed in an arc centered on Hutou City. Before Beiliang used up the giant stone reserves of the two mountain peaks, Hutou City would be subjected to the attack of large stones like rain.

The Northern Mang army was advancing in an orderly manner.

The Northern Mang Crown Prince suddenly raised his eyebrows; beside the spirited horse he was riding, a sturdy, taciturn man suddenly appeared, wearing neither iron armor nor a battle saber, with only a cloth bag tied around his waist.

Although the cloth bag was not opened, the Northern Mang Crown Prince knew that a Broken Spear tip was hidden inside.

"Grandmaster Deng, why have you appeared so soon?"

Grandmaster Deng.

Broken Spear Deng Mao.

At a time when the Beiliang martial arts Grandmasters were scattered and the fortune of the pugilistic world was nearing its end, this person was one of the few remaining martial arts Grandmasters; aside from a very small number of military experts like Tuoba Pusa and Zhong Liang, it seemed only this person could hold up the overall situation.

Compared to the Central Plains pugilistic world, the Northern Mang pugilistic world was truly too desolate and too uninteresting.

Facing the Northern Mang Crown Prince's question, Broken Spear Deng Mao only looked toward Hutou City and said indifferently: "They have started to make their move."

On Hutou City.

Xu Fengnian beat the drum.

Just like the woman in white on the Xulei Wall back then.

As the drum sounded, figures like meteors fell one after another onto Hutou City, standing on the same battle line as the female Feudatory King, facing north.

Located closest to the left of the female Feudatory King was someone no one had expected: the Shu King, the White-Clad Military Saint, the Lesser Human Butcher, Chen Zhibao.

The Plum Wine in his hand swirled, turning from green to purple, and a sharp spear intent permeated out, seemingly capable of poking a hole in the firmament. The strong wind brushed his face, giving this Military Saint, famous for defeating Ye Baikui, an even greater air of a Spear Immortal.

"Coming to Beiliang for this battle, I am not the Shu King, but Chen Zhibao of Beiliang."

Not surnamed Xu.

But the name can be "Zhibao" (to know and repay).

The female Feudatory King smiled without a word.

To the left of Xu Weixiong was the Central Plains swordsman who had rushed from Western Shu to Beiliang, the Peach Blossom Sword Saint, Deng Taie.

He had his hands behind his back, with two swords hanging at his waist. However, because his appearance was plain, no matter how one looked at him, he lacked that air of a Sword Immortal who reigned supreme over the world's Sword Dao.

He looked at the old man in the sheepskin coat beside him and smiled: "I didn't expect that I, Deng Taie, could still fight side-by-side with the Old Sword God in this life; it is a great honor."

Li Chungang, who also lacked the air of a Sword God and even appeared somewhat wretched due to his nose-picking, rolled his eyes and said: "Deng Taie, Wang Xianzhi and Murong Tonghuang both say you are the First of Finger Profound; if it comes to killing, it can be called peerless in the world, but I don't believe it. Why don't we two Sword Gods have a contest today?"

Deng Taie smiled and said: "Good."

After the white-clothed, white-haired Sui Xiegu landed, he raised his only arm, twisted his snow-white long eyebrows with two fingers, and gently spat out a breath of Sword Qi.

He glanced at those two Sword Gods again and gave a cold snort of slight disdain.

"Live to say such nonsense."

Lao Huang, carrying his sword box, appeared beside the former and grinned at him, revealing the sight of his missing front teeth.

The contemporary Sword Crown of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Wu Liuding, and the sword attendant Cuihua naturally arrived as well, but there was also a young man walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Wu Liuding, chatting and laughing—who else could it be but that fellow Wen Hua.

Wen Hua still had his wooden sword at his waist.

This fellow is improving very quickly.

His masters include not only Sui Xiegu, but also Jian Jiu Huang and Li Chungang; even Murong Tonghuang has taught him a move or two, and with some fortuitous encounters, he has been forcefully piled up to the Vajra Realm.

Wen Hua cast his gaze toward the Longyan'er Plain: "Liuding, with so many people here, don't you go dying on me."

Wu Liuding chuckled: "I wouldn't die even if you did; I haven't grown tired of Cuihua's pickled vegetables yet. It's you, this fellow, who is all alone..."

Wen Hua was about to roll up his sleeves: "You surnamed Wu, do you want to have a fight with me right now?"

Of course, in the end, they still couldn't fight. With one sweep of the sword attendant's eyes, these two fellows, who had once been beaten until their heads were covered in bumps by Cuihua, immediately shrank their necks.

A figure in black robes drifted down, as thick as ink. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the dark mass of Northern Mang soldiers, licked her lips with her tongue, and revealed a cruel and violent expression in her eyes.

This time today.

Finally, she could kill to her heart's content.

Under the suppression of Murong Tonghuang, the murderous nature of this female Demon grew even more intense.

If she were truly allowed to act recklessly, I fear she would be another Liu Songtao or Gao Shulu, absolutely capable of committing a massacre in the pugilistic world.

A figure in white followed, possessing beauty that could topple cities and states, causing fish to sink and geese to fall.

The long sword at her waist, along with her intangible and formless sharp Sword Qi, further proved that this woman was no mere vase; in some respects, she was even the only female Sword Immortal of the present day.

Liuzhu Bodhisattva from Lantuo Mountain, her jade feet bare of shoes or socks, tapped lightly on the city wall and drifted over, her lips slightly pursed, her expression calm; she was truly solemn and dignified.

Luoyang, the Sect Leader of the Deer-Chasing Mountain, dressed in white, glanced at Liuzhu Bodhisattva, sniffed with her delicate nose, and frowned slightly; she seemed to have smelled something very peculiar, and could not help but let a cold sneer play on the corners of her mouth.

Not far away, the saber Grandmaster Mao Shulang, the elderly Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang, and the chief Guest Minister of the Southern Border Dragon Palace, Ji Luan, stood side by side.

On the far right, Wang Xianzhi's two disciples, Yu Xinlang and Lou Huang, stood separately.

On Hutou City, along a single line.

There were eighteen Martial Dao Grandmasters.

If judged by Martial Dao Grandmasters, the opposing Northern Mang army was lacking by quite a bit.

The Military God Tuoba Pusa, Broken Spear Deng Mao, Hong Jingyan, the Demon Seed Liang, and the Juzi envoy Murong Baoding—even adding the hidden moves of Li Mibi from the Spider Web, it still seemed insufficient.

What's more, the Central Plains still had one Murong Tonghuang.

The invincible-under-heaven Murong Tonghuang.

The Murong Tonghuang who could fight one hundred thousand alone.

But that Northern Mang Crown Prince, clad in golden armor, still wore a smile, calm and composed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On Hutou City.

The sound of the great drums was like muffled thunder.

The Northern Mang infantry were drawing closer and closer.

The female Feudatory King drew her sword Red Chi and slashed down; the sword light was as vast and mighty as a river of blood.

Rumble!

The leading dozens of Northern Mang soldiers were instantly sent flying, dead as dead could be.

The remaining dozen or so Martial Dao Grandmasters had their sleeves fluttering, and with a tacit understanding, they simultaneously whispered the word "Kill," rushing toward the Northern Mang army like a tidal wave.

The hearthstone sailor, still unknown.