Chapter 535: The Ultimate Battle (Part II)

Longyan'er Plain.

The sounds of killing shook the heavens; fresh blood mingled with the fires of war, staining the earth and the firmament with a sense of grim slaughter.

Along a single line stood eighteen Grandmasters of the Central Plains.

Deng Taie's thumb, resting on the hilt of his sword, gave a light flick, and the sword let out a dragon's roar.

The Tai'a Jian, which had once shone brilliantly on the Daxueping of Huishan, was unsheathed once more, revealing its peerless grace in a hearty and unrestrained display.

This style of Flying Sword moved with such speed, its Sword Qi was so long, and its Sword Intent so profound, that it drew out a narrow, brilliant, and astonishing white rainbow, reaching over a hundred zhang in length.

Before the white rainbow, all who blocked it were swept away.

Whether it was the massive catapults or the fully armored Beiman soldiers, before this sword, they were all torn apart, pierced through, and shattered into pieces without the slightest power to resist.

"Deng Taohua is quite pleased with himself; now watch this sword of mine, old man."

Li Chungang held up a finger; he did not use a sword either, but merely condensed a strand of formless Sword Intent. As this sword was slashed out, the long sky exploded, emitting a wail of unbearable burden, and the boiling air currents burst and scattered with a "clatter," like erupting magma.

The heavens and earth shook violently; the Old Sword God's sword had finally been slashed down.

Not to mention the Beiman soldiers who died under this sword, the violent shockwave it stirred up alone sent the Beiman soldiers flying; even those quite far away could not avoid being shaken until blood flowed from their seven orifices, a sight too ghastly to behold.

Sui Xiegu, with his snow-white eyebrows, was not to be outdone; his figure leaped into the air, and he took a deep breath toward the clouds filling the sky. This inhalation was truly astonishing, as he actually drew the clouds and mist of the sky into his belly, causing his abdomen to swell rapidly.

The next moment, the Eating Sword Ancestor, suspended in mid-air, opened his mouth and spat out countless sharp swords condensed from cloud and mist, which flickered with a soul-seizing aura.

The strong wind whistled through the air, shrouding a patch of Beiman soldiers like a torrential storm. The moment the swords of cloud and mist struck, they exploded one after another, and the incomparably powerful Sword Qi contained within them vented in all directions.

In an instant, the Beiman soldiers were thrown into chaos.

The eighteen Grandmaster experts of Beiman each displayed their own methods.

Compared to the three sharp-edged Sword Grandmasters, the others, though also pressing forward, were much more low-key. Whether in their methods of slaughter or the endurance of their Qi, they were a cut below those three. And if their Qi were to be exhausted while deep in the encirclement, they would very likely fall into the same tragic state as the Sword Emperor of Western Shu had once been.

Of course, there was an exception.

That was Xuanyuan Qingfeng, dressed in black.

She charged back and forth through the battle formation, arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

She also used no weapon, her entire body radiating an awe-inspiring aura; every strike she unleashed caused the air currents to explode, being a ruthless and bizarre killing move. Most of the enemies struck by her were torn to pieces, flesh and blood flying, as if they had been caught in a meat grinder.

Unlike the ordinary experts of this world, what Xuanyuan Qingfeng practiced was the Heavenly Demon Great Art taught by Yu Liancheng; her circulation of Qi was not something an ordinary First Grade could compare to, being exceptionally vast and long-lasting. Furthermore, she could generate a Heavenly Demon Force Field at any time to pull in the True Qi of opposing experts and merge it into her own body, and thus she was not afraid of the consumption of True Qi.

And compared to the ordinary Beiman soldiers, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was more interested in those massive siege towers.

These siege towers were almost as tall as Hutou City, and inside were archers and crossbowmen.

When she swept before the first siege tower, her slender hand waved casually, and the entire tower suddenly emitted a muffled sound; then, amidst cracking noises, fractures spread across the entire tower, and it finally shattered with a boom, its fragments flying in all directions.

Immediately following this, her figure turned and she lunged straight for the second, the third...

Under the boundless Qi of this woman, one siege tower after another was torn to pieces; even with experts protecting them, other than a few more people dying, it had almost no other effect.

Compared to the other seventeen Grandmasters, this woman was clearly far more unscrupulous, and the destruction she caused was far more terrifying.

"What domineering methods."

Within the Beiman army, a steady and powerful voice rang out.

Immediately, a figure as majestic as a mountain shot out, whistling as it pressed out a sky full of gale-force energy, soaring into the sky and heading straight for Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

One could see that the figure's arms were like those of an ape, and his entire body was wrapped in strands of golden Qi that were almost solid, drifting and flowing around his torso like living things; especially under the illumination of the morning sun, they shone brilliantly, further setting off the newcomer as if he were a War God of the Heavenly Court. The magnificence of his aura could be called peerless in the world.

Toppling mountains and shaking peaks, sweeping aside all obstacles with immense force.

Many Beiman soldiers who noticed this person were first shocked, then revealed looks of fanaticism and worship, simultaneously drawing their sabers and roaring loudly.

For this person was—the Military God of Beiman, Tuoba Pusa.

In an instant, Tuoba Pusa crossed a distance of several hundred zhang and appeared beside Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

"Die!

"

Tuoba Pusa's sleeves billowed, and he took a step forward; a loud bang sounded beneath his feet, and cracks appeared that spread continuously in all directions, as if forming a giant spiderweb.

The next moment, his left fist drew a large arc, pushing aside the air currents, and slammed toward Xuanyuan Qingfeng with swift and violent force.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered, her jade hands making mysterious and unfathomable movements, pulling at the surrounding air currents to set up one Heavenly Demon Force Field after another.

Boom!

However, under this wild and domineering punch from Tuoba Pusa, the vortices were directly shattered, and the momentum of the punch did not cease, smashing toward Xuanyuan Qingfeng's chest like a meteor.

Bang!

Xuanyuan Qingfeng overlapped her left and right hands, barely receiving this punch from Tuoba Pusa, but her figure staggered backward incessantly, retreating ten zhang in a single go.

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng? The Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa? Heh, you are still far too lacking."

Tuoba Pusa gave a cold laugh, his figure like a wild dragon, his fists like a storm, and he struck out at Xuanyuan Qingfeng once again.

"If you were not older than me by some years, how could you be my match?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng still wore a sneer on the corner of her mouth; not only did she not retreat, she even opened her Heavenly Demon Force Field to meet Tuoba Pusa head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two clashed wantonly, their energy venting wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they cleared out an area of several dozen zhang.

However, Tuoba Pusa was already a supreme expert of the world; after Wang Xianzhi died, he could even be called the World's Second.

Before this battle, he had polished the three great realms of Vajra, Zhi Xuan, and Heavenly Phenomenon to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

Even though Xuanyuan Qingfeng had cultivated the Heavenly Demon Great Art to an extremely profound level, how could she be a match for Tuoba Pusa?

Under that pair of fists capable of splitting mountains and breaking seas, Xuanyuan Qingfeng retreated step by step, her face pale, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her aura growing increasingly withered.

How could the other seventeen Grandmasters stand idly by? They rushed over one after another to support Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

But the Beiman side had long since made corresponding deployments.

Just as they were about to move, they were blocked either by Beiman knights or by numerous Second Grade experts. Even if they could break out of the encirclement, it would delay them for quite some time.

And by that time.

This Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa is afraid she is about to perish.

Boom!

However.

Just at this moment.

A series of sounds like muffled thunder rang out, coming from far to near, instantly deafening, with a momentum so vast it was as if a thousand armies and ten thousand horses were whistling toward them.

Xu Fengnian, who was beating the drums incessantly, was the only one among the crowd of Grandmasters with the leisure to look up and gaze around. He saw a figure coming in a wild gale. Because the speed was too fast, a violent gale was whipped up behind, with sand and stones flying, as if tearing open a long stretch of sky.

"That is, is that Brother Murong?"

Xu Fengnian's heart was shaken.

With his First Grade cultivation, he was actually unable to clearly capture that figure, only vaguely seeing black clothes fluttering.

But with such an astonishing arrival, besides Murong Tonghuang, who else could it be?

Looking from the drum-beating platform where Xu Fengnian was, that black figure was traveling in a straight line; wherever he passed, the ground cracked layer by layer, and no matter if it were mountain rocks, grass, or trees, anything that blocked his path was pulverized and torn apart.

In an instant.

That figure, with the momentum of a landslide and a tidal wave, crashed into the Beimang army formation.

Boom!

Amidst the whistling of the air, a series of screams rang out incessantly.

That figure did not even really make a move, but the hurricane and gale carried by his running tore apart the men and horses within a radius of more than ten zhang. Fresh blood flew horizontally, and corpses littered the field.

The scene was exceptionally tragic, making one unable to bear looking.

"That is Murong Tonghuang?"

Tuoba Pusa frowned, evidently having also seen this scene.

However, before he could think much, that figure had already appeared before Tuoba Pusa like lightning.

In an instant, this black figure transformed from thunderous extreme motion into the steadiness of a mountain.

Only until this moment did Tuoba Pusa clearly see the appearance and figure of the newcomer.

Black hair fluttering, handsome as a demon.

It was indeed Murong Tonghuang.

But for some reason, this time Murong Tonghuang seemed to possess a more ethereal and vast aura than the previous interception, making one feel as if they were facing the high heavens.

Following that.

Yu Liancheng did not speak, and threw a punch directly at Tuoba Pusa.

The fist, crystal clear like jade, swung out, the space rumbled and vibrated, and a vast and boundless pressure arrived suddenly, as if the firmament had suddenly overturned and the Full Sky Stars were pressing down.

Tuoba Pusa was, after all, a Grandmaster who had roamed the grasslands for decades; he had never seen such a terrifying fist technique. Under his gaze, the air in front of him seemed to be pierced through by this punch, and as this punch pushed forward, black cracks began to spread. It seemed as if the entire space could not bear the weight of this punch and was constantly breaking.

He let out a roar, and the Qi in his whole body was vented without reservation. The golden Qi around his body gathered on his fist, and as he swung his right fist, it was like golden Flood Dragons biting toward Murong Tonghuang.

Boom!

The two fists collided.

Amidst a huge sonic boom, the soil for dozens of zhang around the two men suddenly shook, as if hundreds of bombs had been dropped on the ocean, kicking up waves of mud and sand ten zhang high.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Tuoba Pusa spat blood and flew backward, trailing a white wave of air.

On this straight line, more than a hundred Beimang cavalry who could not dodge in time were dismembered on the spot, and those who were hit directly exploded into a mist of blood, leaving no bones behind.

"Acting recklessly without considering the consequences; once this matter is over, go to the Punishment Hall to receive your punishment yourself."

Without beating the dog while it was down, after giving instructions to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Yu Liancheng turned his figure and headed again toward the direction of the Beimang Crown Prince.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes shifted, and she let out a cold snort.

The Beimang soldiers were shaken.

In their hearts, Tuoba Pusa was an invincible War God.

Even if this Murong Tonghuang was the number one expert in the world, at least they should have fought back and forth, and it would take hundreds of rounds before he might be defeated.

But now.

It was merely one punch.

One punch sent Tuoba Pusa flying, life or death unknown.

Immediately after, a scene that shocked everyone's hearts occurred.

It was Murong Tonghuang turning his figure and heading toward the Beimang Crown Prince.

Evidently, he was prepared to capture the ringleader first to capture the gang.

The Beimang Crown Prince did not have much presence in the Imperial Court, among the people, or in the army.

But in this battle, as the nominal leader of the 400,000-strong Beimang army, if he died, it would be inevitable that morale would drop.

"Protect the Crown Prince."

"Protect the Crown Prince."

The Qi and Blood Tiewei immediately surrounded the Beimang Crown Prince, drawing swords and stretching bows, their expressions grave.

"Shoot arrows quickly."

"Use crossbows quickly."

The Beimang Crown Prince retreated into the heavy encirclement, his face pale, faintly revealing fear, and then he roared in a slightly hoarse voice.

At the order, the huge bed crossbows within a hundred zhang, equivalent to a strike from a LandSwordImmortal, were fired, shrouding Yu Liancheng and piercing the long sky.

But unfortunately, Yu Liancheng's figure was like an ethereal phantom, passing through the huge crossbow bolts, and not a single one could touch his clothes.

At the same time, the ordinary arrows shot were also immediately shattered by an invisible force of Qi within a range of ten zhang from him.

Just as the crowd of Qi Practitioners and soldiers were about to draw their bows and shoot again, a light laugh suddenly rang in their ears.

Although the laughter was soft, it fell upon their ears like a thunderclap exploding out of thin air. In an instant, everyone swayed unsteadily, blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Responsible for the safety of the Northern Mang Crown Prince was Broken Spear Deng Mao, who had already taken the broken spear, no more than three feet long, from his bag.

Deng Mao sighed and exhaled a long breath.

The next moment, the aura of this Heavenly Phenomenon expert erupted violently, terrifying to the extreme.

Yet this aura did not dissipate, but instead merged completely into the broken spear, making this broken spear increasingly majestic and sharp, as if it could pierce the vault of the sky.

The next moment.

Deng Mao suddenly threw the broken spear toward Yu Liancheng.

At the very instant it was thrown, his aura collapsed like a bursting dam, instantly falling from the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm to the Finger Profound Realm, from the Finger Profound Realm to the Vajra Realm, and from the Vajra Realm to the Second Grade...

He had nurtured this broken spear for twenty years; it was more important than his own limbs, the crystallization of his lifelong cultivation.

And when he abandoned the spear, it meant he was gambling away his entire life's cultivation to unleash the most ferocious and powerful strike.

A strike capable of killing a Land Immortal!

But unfortunately, the person he was dealing with had a cultivation that could no longer be described by the simple words "Land Immortal."

Facing the incoming broken spear, Yu Liancheng casually beckoned with his hand, his sleeve fluttering, and that black sleeve looked like a dark cloud rolling across the sky.

Everyone's vision darkened, and by the time their sight cleared, the broken spear that had gathered Deng Mao's lifelong cultivation was already held in the former's hand.

With a slight exertion of his palm, the broken spear was Broken.

The moment the broken spear was Broken, Deng Mao spat out blood, his face turning increasingly pale.

Immediately following, Yu Liancheng appeared before the Northern Mang Crown Prince like a fleeting shadow, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "We meet again; I'll borrow your head for a moment."

The Northern Mang Crown Prince's face was pale as he staggered backward. He did not hear Yu Liancheng's words at all, his entire being filled with immense terror.

In an instant, a pain in his neck, and the Northern Mang Crown Prince felt the world spinning; all scenery and colors faded rapidly, turning into the simplest black and white. At the same time, he seemed to see a headless corpse clad in golden armor.

"Northern Mang Crown Prince, die!"