Chapter 536: The Ultimate Battle (Part 3)

"The Beiman Crown Prince, dead."

Although the entire Longyan'er Plain was filled with screams, shouts, and the clashing of weapons... all sorts of sounds mixed together, this sentence from Yu Liancheng, like rolling thunder, pierced through the entire battlefield at an incredible speed, triggering a chain reaction and continuous exclamations.

Countless Beiman soldiers looked back and saw a headless corpse still sitting on a horse, clad in golden armor. The head had been tossed aside by Yu Liancheng and hung on a nearby siege tower, with fresh blood still dripping continuously from the neck. The eyes were wide open, as if dying with a grievance, filled with intense unwillingness.

Every Beiman soldier who saw this scene felt their scalp tingle, their eyes filled with horror, and for a long while they could not speak, their will to fight more than half extinguished.

The Beiman Crown Prince's presence was indeed not high, and he had little prestige in either the Imperial Court or among the common people. But in this Liangmang War, he was the supreme commander, the focus of the army's morale.

But now, he was just like this, body and head separated, his head hanging high.

For a time, morale was dealt a heavy blow.

Broken Spear Deng Mao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; following the throw of that spear which exhausted his life's energy, he had completely fallen below the Second Grade, his aura weak and unbearable.

And below the Second Grade, on this Beiman battlefield, one could only be counted as cannon fodder. When would they die? How many would die? Neither would make anyone feel surprised.

Deng Mao glanced at the headless Crown Prince, then looked toward Murong Tonghuang, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "To shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture the bandits, first capture their king. Sure enough, Murong Tonghuang, as soon as you made a move, you went straight for the Crown Prince. But did you really think we couldn't foresee this? The Crown Prince was merely bait to lure you into the trap. It's just unexpected that the bait was swallowed so easily."

"But at least, it was useful."

"It caught a big fish."

Boom!

The next moment,

White flames ignited on Deng Mao's body, covering his skin layer by layer, and the next moment they transformed into a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

He had been constantly falling in realm, but now his energy began to surge, instantly impacting the Second-Rank Small Grandmaster, then entering the Vajra Realm, Finger Profound Realm, and Heavenly Phenomenon Realm without obstruction, and finally, he easily ascended to the Land Immortal Realm.

Boom, boom, boom!

With Murong Tonghuang as the center, eleven Beiman knights began to radiate white light from their bodies, their energy surging.

That tyrannical energy shot into the sky, merging into one like a pillar supporting the heavens, stirring the wind and changing the color of the clouds.

On the Longyan'er Plain, there were twelve more people, twelve Heavenly Humans who had briefly attained the Land Immortal Realm.

The twelve Heavenly Humans opened their arms simultaneously, the white light connecting into a circle, like a snow-white Flood Dragon coiled in the human world.

"What a grand gesture."

Yu Liancheng did not show much emotion, only looking up at the firmament; within his field of vision was a blinding, snow-white scene.

It was as if a full moon had fallen into the human world.

But this did not have the poetic beauty one might imagine.

In the eyes of Xu Fengnian and countless Beiliang border troops, they could only watch helplessly as that pillar of light, thick as a mountain peak, descended from the sky and smashed heavily toward Murong Tonghuang.

"Heh, Murong Tonghuang, do you know why the number of Land Immortals in the vast grasslands never exceeds three? The Master of Tibing Mountain, whom you killed back then, was only in the Finger Profound Realm before he died. Even the Chess Sword Music Mansion, which produced many talents, rarely had anyone pierce through that layer of window paper. In the final analysis, it is just a simple truth: since Huang Sanjia of the Central Plains could integrate the remaining Luck of the Spring and Autumn Dynasty into the Edo, why can the Edo's energy not be used by our dynasty?"

Broken Spear Deng Mao wore a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looking at Yu Liancheng as if gazing at a beast trapped in a cage. Being able to personally participate in strangling such a living myth, an invincible legend, made him feel extremely excited, as if the blood in his whole body were boiling, even if it meant paying a heavy price.

"To suppress you this time, the price paid by His Majesty the Emperor can be said to be immeasurable. So, you, the number one person in the Central Plains, will die for a worthy cause."

As the pillar of light drew closer, the void roared, as if thunder were shattering and a flood were rolling. The power of this strike was enough to suppress and kill any transcendent existence in the world.

"Truly..."

Yu Liancheng's face was devoid of any fear.

He did not dodge; with a tap of his toes, the ground cracked open with a boom, and he threw a punch toward the high heavens.

"Too much nonsense."

The two sides grew closer and closer.

Yu Liancheng's jade-like face, set against the backdrop of the pillar of light, with his black hair flying, looked like a God.

At the same time, he could clearly sense the majestic and destructive energy contained within the pillar of light.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled.

The next moment, Murong Tonghuang's fist collided head-on with the pillar of light.

In an instant, within a radius of several hundred zhang, a wild gale swept across, shattering and blowing away all trees, rocks, crossbows, and siege towers in the area. As for the ordinary soldiers, they were instantly reduced to inconspicuous clumps of blood-red, leaving no bones behind.

Boom, boom, boom!

The fist and the pillar of light stalemated for a moment, then Yu Liancheng's figure suddenly plummeted, as if unable to withstand the terrifying power of the pillar of light.

Bang! In an instant, he and the pillar of light crashed into the ground together.

The heavens and earth wailed.

And in the area of several dozen zhang around Murong Tonghuang, it was as if it had been subjected to the continuous bombardment of ten thousand bombs; the ground kept shattering and sinking, with soil churning like waves.

The power of the pillar of light was peerlessly tyrannical, almost impossible for anything in the mortal world to resist.

Solid stone and iron were pulverized, and space itself trembled and vibrated as the pillar of light pierced through.

Before long, Yu Liancheng had been driven dozens of zhang into the ground.

Even though he had attained the Buddhist Great Vajra Realm, he was shaken until his Qi and Blood were constantly churning.

Under the continuous impact of the pillar of light, he sank deeper and deeper into the ground.

"But just like this, it is still far from enough."

Yu Liancheng grinned and suddenly let out a sharp shout.

At this moment, he finally brought out that cultivation belonging to a Land Immortal.

His energy became increasingly ethereal, and vast, boundless power erupted from the acupuncture points all over his body; his Qi and Blood were like a dragon, his tyrannical energy constantly climbing, causing the entire ground to tremble violently, as if it were about to collapse and be destroyed directly.

"Break—for me!"

Yu Liancheng threw another punch; he carried the domineering majesty of an Emperor, and every punch he threw was like an Emperor ruling the world, issuing an edict to suppress and kill all rebels.

—Fist Overturning the World.

And on his fist, there were even complex black cracks interwoven.

It was as if he had put on a black gauntlet.

Each of these black cracks signifies the power of "Broken," representing great destruction and great ruin.

Under the vast, boundless force that felt like falling celestial stars, even the formidable beam of light emitted cracking sounds, opening up dense, spiderweb-like fissures and shattering continuously.

Boom!

The ground was like a volcanic eruption, with waves of earth surging into the air, the momentum terrifying to the extreme.

Yu Liancheng charged out from beneath the ground.

His black robes fluttered, and he remained as poised as an immortal.

And that vast, tyrannical beam of light, which had once driven Yu Liancheng into the ground, was now completely shattered.

"Cough, cough, as expected of Murong Wudi, as expected of the number one in the world; to think that even this couldn't deal with you, you really are strong enough..." Deng Mao coughed incessantly, his complexion as pale as paper. As for his temporarily elevated Land Celestial cultivation, it was teetering on the brink of collapse. Even without engaging others, he feared it would not be long before his realm fell once again.

And once he fell from this realm, there would be no possibility of recovery.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, merely looking at Deng Mao indifferently.

He believed that the methods of Northern Mang would certainly not be this simple.

But he was not afraid in the slightest; besides this Land Celestial cultivation, he still had one trump card he had not yet revealed.

That was his true trump card; once used, let alone deciding the outcome of the entire battlefield, even the ten thousand miles of Northern Mang territory would be but a turn of the hand.

"Fortunately, we are only the prelude. If we can suppress and kill you, that would naturally be for the best; if we cannot, then there will naturally be others to deal with you. That is—the immortals, the true immortals."

After saying this, Deng Mao, along with the other eleven temporarily ascended Northern Mang Heavenly Humans, transformed into rainbow light together and charged toward the horizon.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The twelve streaks of rainbow light collided, causing the void to tremble and drawing in a current like a tide. The rainbow light contracted sharply, actually converging into a portal.

The Heavenly Gate!?

Twelve Heavenly Humans using their own lives to open the Heavenly Gate?

Every Grandmaster who saw this scene wore an expression of doubt and astonishment.

They could all guess that Northern Mang intended to invite the immortals from above to intervene directly.

But the immortals above could clearly open the Heavenly Gate themselves; why go to the trouble of letting these twelve Heavenly Humans exhaust all their Luck and lives to open it?

This was clearly contrary to reason.

Furthermore,

Even if the immortals descended, so what?

Restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, immortals descending to become Transcendent Immortals were merely at the Vajra or Profound Understanding level, or at most, great experts of the Heavenly Phenomenon.

And that number one in the world had killed who knows how many of these so-called Transcendent Immortals in Taian City.

Could it be that immortals were truly coming to throw their lives away?

Only Li Chungang, who possessed a profound realm and had once used his sword to open the Heavenly Gate and passed through without entering, furrowed his brows.

For some reason, he faintly sensed that this Heavenly Gate seemed different from ordinary ones.

"Cough, cough."

The Northern Mang War God Tuoba Pusa was coughing up blood; in the previous exchange with Murong Tonghuang, the opponent had injured him with a single punch.

Had this injury been inflicted upon an ordinary expert, they would likely have perished long ago.

But he had tempered his physical shell to the Great Vajra Realm, so he was able to suppress the injury for the time being.

This was also one of the reasons why Murong Tonghuang did not immediately pursue and kill Tuoba Pusa; if Tuoba Pusa was determined to escape, killing him would inevitably require a great deal of effort.

Tuoba Pusa looked up at that portal, an inexplicable expression appearing in his eyes.

This Heavenly Gate should have been opened by him.

But he held a lofty status among the Northern Mang soldiers, and as the one to open the Heavenly Gate, he was destined to die without a doubt.

If Northern Mang were to lose both the Crown Prince and the Northern Mang War God in succession, the subsequent war would be exceptionally arduous.

Therefore, in the end, they could only let Deng Mao take the lead, along with eleven other experts whose Heavenly Human realms were temporarily elevated.

Fortunately, Deng Mao did not disappoint.

Since things had reached this point, everything was almost a foregone conclusion.

No matter how strong Murong Tonghuang was, he could not escape the fate of being suppressed and killed next.

Amidst the gazes of the crowd, a white-clad figure appeared faintly, stepping out from the "Heavenly Gate."

As soon as this person appeared, their powerful aura immediately threw the world into chaos, displaying a profound and unfathomable cultivation.

This white-clad immortal looked down upon the human world, his gaze sweeping toward Murong Tonghuang, and he sneered: "The grassland iron cavalry breaking through the passes to head south, and finally unifying the Central Plains for the first time, is the established trend of the world. You, Murong Tonghuang, actually dare to block the will of heaven with your own strength. You must know that the will of heaven is unfathomable; you are overestimating your own capabilities. Today, I shall make you die without a burial ground."

Another immortal walked out from the Heavenly Gate, arms crossed, his eyes deep, seemingly possessing the wisdom and profundity to see through all Xuanji, and laughed: "The will of heaven is dark and mysterious; we act on behalf of heaven. You block the will of heaven, and that is a dead end. I have already seen the eagles of the grassland resting upon the small bridges and flowing water of the Central Plains."

A third immortal walked out, likewise fixing his gaze on Murong Tonghuang, a trace of mockery and pity appearing in his silver eyes: "To cause such trouble for my grassland sons with the strength of one person, you can be considered quite good, but that is as far as it goes."

One by one, the immortals walked out from the Heavenly Gate.

In the end, there were actually eighty-one of them.

This formation, if not unprecedented, was certainly unparalleled.

However, this was not what was truly shocking.

Back when the Qintian Bureau invited the patriarch of Longhu Mountain, there were also fifty or sixty of them.

Although it was a bit less, it was not by much.

What was truly surprising,

Was that the aura of these eighty-one immortals was powerful, vast, and immeasurable.

Each one was unfathomable, like the vast ocean.

They were actually true immortals.

And not Transcendent Immortals who had been demoted to the mortal world and lost their strength and realm.

"Hiss, so this is the final trump card of Northern Mang, eighty-one Gods."

Even Deng Taie, the Peach Blossom Sword God with peerless killing methods, could not help but frown.

If they were eighty-one Transcendent Immortals, let alone Murong Tonghuang, even he might be able to slay them one sword at a time.

But what stood before him were true Gods.

Complete and flawless Gods.

Every single God was once a legend and a myth.

Now that Gods who have not fallen from their realms have descended into the mortal world, what kind of slaughter will they unleash?

Not to mention there are eighty-one of them.

They do not know what price Northern Mang paid for this, having exhausted the strength of the entire nation.

Even that Female Emperor of Northern Mang suffered a great loss of lifespan because of this, like a candle in the wind.

Having expended countless manpower and resources, they finally managed to condense such a Heavenly Gate that could temporarily evade the constraints of heaven and earth, allowing the eighty-one Gods to descend with their full strength.

"Everyone, we do not have much time; let us suppress and kill this person first."

"Agreed."

One by one, the Gods transformed into rainbows and descended from the sky.

During this process, their vast and surging Qi erupted, each one capable of stirring up monstrous waves in the mortal world.

The eighty-one strands of Qi converged and fused, quickly forming an incomparably harmonious whole.

And the moment the eighty-one strands of Qi merged into one, it triggered violent tides in the void, sweeping across heaven and earth, leaving people terrified and desperate.

"Murong Tonghuang, you have offended Heaven; today we descend to deliver divine punishment, to let you know that the might of Heaven is unfathomable."

That unparalleled oppressive force descended from the sky, vast and mighty, without beginning or end.

Hundreds of thousands of Northern Mang soldiers on the plain could not help but cease their attacks, trembling all over, wanting to prostrate themselves in worship.

Yu Liancheng looked up at the sky, his eyes calm and unruffled, and let out a cold laugh: "Just a bunch of parasites, yet you dare to speak of the Dao of Heaven."