Chapter 587: Yu Liancheng's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, and the Appearance of Di Shitian (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Jue Wushen is dead.

The hegemon Jue Wushen, who brought five thousand Ghost Brake Army and sailed from Dongying with the intent to unify the Central Plains, has died just like that.

Moreover, he died with his entire skeleton shattered and his meridians ruptured; his state of death was miserable.

The exchange between Yu Liancheng and Jue Wushen was extremely fast, and it was far from as soul-stirring as the duel between Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin and the Protective Qi Cover. It even had a sense of being light as the wind and calm as the clouds, yet it was like a sudden thunderclap on flat ground; he did not strike until he had to, but once he struck, it was astonishing.

From beginning to end, it was merely Jue Wushen throwing a punch, and then Yu Liancheng stabbing out a finger. That Jue Wushen, who had just defeated Wuming and was in high spirits, was dead.

Regardless of whether the process of this battle was spectacular, when all is said and done.

In the end, Yu Liancheng won.

The Central Plains Martial Arts World won.

Some elderly seniors looked at Jue Wushen's corpse, and they could not help but reveal smiles on their faces.

Some young chivalrous heroes felt the heavy stone that had been blocking their hearts fall away, and they could not help but burst into waves of laughter and wild singing.

They might not necessarily revere Yu Liancheng that much, but they were, after all, people of the Central Plains.

Jue Wushen led five thousand Ghost Brake Army to the east, pressing down on the entire Central Plains Martial Arts World so that it was hard to breathe or lift one's head. With Wuming's defeat, the entire martial arts world could be described as dim and devoid of light.

Yet, now, in two moves—no, to be more precise, in one move—he died at the hands of Yu Liancheng; could there be any news more heartening than this?

However, after a burst of excitement, some looked at the dense crowd of Ghost Brake Army and could not help but feel worried again; the shadow Juexin had cast upon everyone before was too great.

Although Jue Wushen was now dead, these five thousand Ghost Brake Army could still not be underestimated.

If a leader were to emerge from among them, it would not require high-level martial arts; just by relying on these five thousand Ghost Brake Army, it would be enough to sweep across the Central Plains.

"Kill him, avenge our master."

"Kill!"

"

Within the Ghost Brake Army legion, after a moment of silence, the shouts of killing finally erupted.

Under the leadership of Jue Wushen's disciples Juedi and Tianxing, they finally erupted with the most fierce and surging killing intent, charging toward Yu Liancheng in a mighty torrent.

Excitement flickered in the eyes of both Juedi and Tianxing; Jue Wushen was dead, Juexin was dead... then, this number one force of Dongying would naturally fall into their hands.

From now on, not to mention dominating the Central Plains, they could at least carve out a territory in Dongying and become hegemons in their own right.

Of course.

The most important thing was how to smoothly take over the Ghost Brake Army legion.

These two disciples behaved differently.

Among them, the second disciple, Tianxing, was relatively reckless and conceited.

He secretly thought that if he could avenge his master, he would naturally win the allegiance of the masses.

And with the Ten Great Qi Ninjas and five thousand Ghost Brake Army behind him, even if they had to wear him down, they could wear Yu Liancheng to death.

To be like his master, foolishly going to fight someone one-on-one, was truly unwise.

Therefore, his goal was to deal with Yu Liancheng, storm into Baijian Villa, and seize that peerless divine artifact.

As for Juedi, he had followed Jue Wushen for a longer time; years ago, he had followed Jue Wushen to invade the Central Plains, only to be blocked outside Shanhai Pass by Wuming, alone with his sword.

Back then, Wuming could block five thousand Ghost Brake Army outside the pass, and Yu Liancheng was able to kill Jue Wushen with one finger; his cultivation was only stronger, not weaker, than Wuming in his prime.

He did not want to go and throw his life away.

Therefore, his move this time was only to retrieve Jue Wushen's remains.

Or more accurately, it was for the token on Jue Wushen's body.

As long as he had the token, he could become the master of the Wushen Absolute Palace upon returning to Dongying.

As for Tianxing and the five thousand Ghost Brake Army, they were nothing more than shields.

"Good, since you are rushing to your deaths, then I will grant your wish."

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, calm and indifferent.

Never mind five thousand Ghost Brake Army, even five thousand pigs would take a long time to kill.

But unfortunately, if it was just a pure accumulation of numbers, it was already difficult for it to have much effect on Yu Liancheng.

"Speaking of which, I also have some insights into the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, but it is a pity that the swords here have all been used up by Wuming. Fortunately..." Yu Liancheng muttered to himself, and a sword intent that was in no way inferior to that of Tian Jian Wuming suddenly emanated from his entire body. He himself seemed to have transformed into a sword, a sword capable of dominating all living things in the world.

"To me, all things in heaven and earth can be swords."

When he finished saying this, Yu Liancheng lightly tapped the ground with his toe. With a "bang," as the ground trembled, countless tiny gravel fragments that had been shattered during the previous exchange floated into mid-air.

Yet, at this moment, those unremarkable gravel fragments emitted an incomparably sharp aura. It was as if every grain of gravel were a thousand-hammered, gold-cutting and jade-breaking Sword.

As Yu Liancheng's sword finger swept forward, countless gravel fragments shot out, piercing through the void, and charged straight toward the first rank of Ghost Brake Army.

If these gravel fragments were truly swords, that would be one thing; these Ghost Brake Army were all elites, agile and quick, and they might have been able to block or parry a little, or at least know how they died.

But the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin before them was composed of countless tiny gravel fragments; even if they were standing still, one might not be able to see them, let alone now, when they were piercing through at high speed.

Although they faintly heard the sound of the gravel piercing the air, the naked eye could hardly capture the high-speed moving gravel.

Chi chi chi!

A dense, rain-like sound of piercing and screams rang out one after another. The hundreds of Ghost Brake Army in the front had not even had time to react before they were pierced with countless bloody holes, blood spraying from their bodies, and they fell as if their hearts had been pierced by ten thousand arrows.

They died with their eyes wide open.

And even though thousands of Ghost Brake Army used their lives to sound the alarm, the situation that followed was much the same.

The brave and battle-hardened Ghost Brake Army legion, in front of the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin," was like wheat in a field waiting to be harvested, cut down row after row.

Even the Ten Great Qi Ninjas and First-class Experts like Juedi and Tianxing could not react in time before their lives were harvested.

And the Ghost Brake Army, who had originally been fearless of death, were finally scared out of their wits after being harvested wave after wave, and they turned to flee.

In fact, let alone them, even the martial arts people watching from the sidelines were, for a moment, unable to help but have their spirits captured and their hearts seized.

The scene before them was truly too tragic.

With severed limbs and broken arms everywhere and corpses strewn across the field, the bloody stench was enough to make one feel nauseous and want to vomit. And what was even more eerie was that all the blood seemed to be guided by an invisible giant hand, all gathering together to become a real river of blood, a flowing river of blood. And the river was actually still surging, and amidst the gurgling sound of the flowing blood, it rushed madly into Baijian Villa.

The scattered and fleeing Ghost Fork Rakshasas eventually fell one after another, dying under the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin," and their fresh blood likewise converged toward that small river.

Thus it ended.

The five-thousand-strong Ghost Fork Rakshasa legion that had traveled far to the Central Plains was completely annihilated.

The martial arts practitioners had begun to feel terror.

The five thousand Ghost Fork Rakshasas, enough to sweep across the Central Plains, had all fallen without a single one remaining in the time it took to draw twenty or thirty breaths. Among the Ghost Fork Rakshasa legion, there was no lack of experts whose martial arts were not inferior to the sect leaders of the major sects, yet they too did not escape with their lives. Did this not mean that as long as Yu Liancheng wished, he could wash the entire martial arts world in blood at any time?

For a moment, they could not help but be filled with worry.

Yet Yu Liancheng, who had caused all of this, did not have the slightest change in his expression, and he cast his gaze toward the vast sky: "Old fellow, you've watched the show for so long, aren't you ready to make an appearance?"

This sentence was inexplicable, leaving all the martial arts practitioners present confused. Especially since when Yu Liancheng said this, he was looking at the sky, but there was clearly no one in the vast firmament.

Could it be that he was speaking with Heaven?

Then, everyone heard a huge, mocking laugh come from the sky: "Heh, it was indeed a good show." Immediately after, everyone saw a scene that left them dumbfounded.

To say one could survive in this bloody world of martial arts, one certainly could not be a coward.

But at this moment, many of them actually felt their legs go weak.

The sun was already setting.

The lingering light was like blood.

But at this time.

A huge shadow was cast from the firmament, covering half the sky.

And what covered the high sky was, shockingly, a giant face, seemingly composed of countless blocks of ice, yet vivid and lifelike, overlooking the common people like a God.

——Di Shitian.

He had finally appeared.

"If I am not mistaken, you have also come for the weapon in the villa?" Yu Liancheng looked up at the sky.

"Correct, but not entirely correct." The giant ice-sculpted face was surprisingly expressive. That faint majesty caused many martial arts practitioners to have their legs go soft and kneel down: "I not only want to take the divine weapon in the villa, I also want to take your life."

"Heh heh, I don't know who sent their disciples to plot against me, only to be injured by me in return. The second time, I hadn't even made a move, and they were already so scared they fled in a panic." Yu Liancheng chuckled and said: "Di Shitian, if I were you, I would at least wait until after slaying the dragon to come for revenge. If you leave now, you only need to leave behind a drop of 'Phoenix Blood', otherwise, even the image of the God today will not be able to save your life..."

Di Shitian!

This person was Di Shitian.

The legendary figure who had lived for over a thousand years on the Alarm List?!

For a time, everyone's minds were shaken. But there were also those whose eyes burst with brilliance.

This person had come for the peerless divine artifact that had yet to be forged, so there would inevitably be a world-shaking battle with Yu Liancheng.

Regardless of the outcome of the victory or defeat, at the very least, they would feast their eyes.

As for Di Shitian, he was still able to remain calm upon hearing Yu Liancheng's previous words.

But when he heard the two words "slaying the dragon," that giant face also changed color slightly.

All things in the firmament seemed to be stained with a layer of frost and a sense of killing intent because of his change in expression.

The cold face slowly opened its mouth: "How do you know about 'slaying the dragon'?"

"We can have a good chat when there is time." Yu Liancheng said helplessly: "Besides, can't you come down to talk? It's very tiring to look up, you know?"

"Fine! This seat will come down right now!"

Seven words.

No matter who says seven words, it would not take too long.

Di Shitian's tone was relatively slow, yet he still finished saying these seven words very quickly.

And when he said these seven words, a power that was supreme, masculine, and unceasing gathered above the clouds, making the martial arts practitioners below perceive a huge sense of oppression.

Some martial arts experts could not even withstand this pressure and crashed to their knees on the ground.

And when Di Shitian's last word fell, the giant ice-sculpted face shattered with a boom.

At the same time, a bolt of thunder crashed down from the sky, shaking the void.

——Imperial Heaven Fierce Thunder!

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PS: Begging for monthly tickets, begging for monthly tickets. I've been working very hard on updates for the second half of the month, hoping to collect one thousand monthly tickets for the lucky draw.