Chapter 710: The Sword Comes

A massive golden dragon head poked out from the light gate, its expression indifferent as it looked down upon the Wilderness.

The golden dragon head was enormous; though it was high in the sky at a height of ten thousand zhang, it seemed to appear right before everyone's eyes. Every detail on the dragon head was clearly visible: scales like light mirrors, dragon horns like volcanoes—it had a concrete shape, yet it was difficult to describe in any words. Its color was like the finest gold, without a single flaw. Yet it also seemed transparent, radiating ruthless light and heat, spilling down onto the ground of the Wilderness.

When this golden dragon, recorded in religious canons and Buddhist scriptures, descended into the human world, the humans on the Wilderness ground were almost driven mad, completely forgetting about the Demon Sect Walker.

Especially the believers full of faith in Haotian; seeing that golden giant dragon radiating infinite light, they were moved to tears and kowtowed incessantly.

As a student of the Academy, Ning Que had also come to participate in this battle in the Wilderness, though only as a bystander. When he saw that golden dragon head, he actually felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this very scene in a dream before. Because the golden dragon head was too far from the ground, and the plump, tall figure on the dragon head was too far away, Ning Que did not see her.

The golden dragon head released infinite light, shrouding the world in a golden halo. Light not only represented warmth and benevolence, but sometimes also meant punishment and cruelty. Those who spit at the sky only have it land on their own faces. Those who stare directly at the sun with their eyes will also have their eyes stung by the sun.

The next moment, a series of screams and cries of pain rang out across the Wilderness ground. Countless people had their eyes stung by the light. There were even devout believers whose eyes bled, yet they were unwilling to look away, until finally, their eyes were instantly evaporated, leaving only blackened eye sockets. Yet the devotion on their faces remained, appearing somewhat terrifying and sacred.

"Haha, is this what you call light? You don't even spare your own devout believers. I think you might as well go and believe in our Pluto."

On the entire battlefield, the only one who could still stand straight and look up at the golden giant dragon was likely only the Demon Sect Walker, 'Tang'.

At this moment, the Demon Sect Walker had one foot planted on the left cheek of Haotian Sect Leader Xiong Chumo, looking up at the sky with an arrogant demeanor, as if the overwhelming pressure was no heavier than a single feather to him.

Although Xiong Chumo had previously opened the Heaven Revelation and received Haotian's blessing, he had still suffered a crushing defeat under the violent fists of 'Tang'.

"Let me see just how strong you, this wicked beast, can be."

Kicking Xiong Chumo away like a rag doll, 'Tang' let out a long roar toward the sky, soaring up through the air straight into the clouds, his eyes radiating scorching battle intent. He threw a heavy punch toward the golden dragon head, which was countless times larger than him.

……

'Tang' did not see the tall woman standing on the dragon head, because that woman had already appeared more than ten miles away from the battlefield, appearing before Fuzi and the other two.

"Tsk tsk, they say a girl changes eighteen times as she grows; this change is truly thorough enough, I can barely recognize her." Yu Liancheng pinched his chin, curiously sizing up the woman before him.

The woman standing before Yu Liancheng and the others had an ordinary appearance, or rather, no distinctive features at all. There was a hint of childishness between her brows, the kind that would be lost in a crowd.

But her body was very special. The first impression she gave was that she was tall, plump, and even slightly sturdy. From this point of view, the woman should quite fit the aesthetic of Datang.

The Tang Kingdom was the premier powerful nation, abundant and wealthy, so its aesthetic inclination leaned toward being plump. If a woman were too thin, it would make people wonder if she had been mistreated by her family.

Then there was the 'whiteness'; her skin was as white as milk and as smooth as satin. There was not a single flaw on the exposed skin, and it even gave the impression of radiating a faint halo.

Furthermore, the woman's temperament was very noble, indifferent and noble. Clearly standing on the grass of the Wilderness, she looked as if she were looking down from the clouds, viewing all living beings as ants.

Not long ago, this woman was still the dark, thin, and small servant girl Sang Sang.

"I hate your eyes, I hate your talking." Sang Sang's expression was indifferent, her gaze sweeping toward Yu Liancheng, her tone flat: "Do not look, do not speak."

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi between heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and the entire world turned into a mass of majestic malice, sweeping toward Yu Liancheng.

Every flower and blade of grass, every tree and piece of wood seemed to be repelling him.

The earth was cursing, the high heavens were hating.

At the same time, pain arose in Yu Liancheng's eyes and tongue.

It was as if thousands of needles were piercing his eyes, and thousands of knives were slicing his tongue.

If it were an ordinary person, or even an ordinary expert above the Five Realms, their eyes would likely have been blinded by now, and their tongue stirred into a mass of minced meat.

But Yu Liancheng did not; his physical body was too powerful. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a line. He took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long roar, drawing it up into the clear sky. The roar disrupted the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, as if stirring up huge waves in the vast ocean. And that majestic malice aimed at Yu Liancheng's eyes and tongue was likewise swept away.

Sang Sang's expression was calm, still without the slightest change, only in the depths of her eyes, there was a touch more caution.

"Fuzi, this is your disciple's wife; why is she so brutal? Just because I looked at her twice and said two truthful words, she wants to pierce my eyes and cut my tongue. Why don't you go up and manage her, and establish the dignity of an elder?" Yu Liancheng turned his head and smiled at Fuzi.

"This is not easy to manage." Fuzi smiled and shook his head: "From ancient times to the present, it has always been the strong managing the weak. When have you ever seen a sheep directing a tiger?"

Yu Liancheng said: "What, you can't beat her? You have no confidence?"

Fuzi looked at the firmament above his head, then looked at Sang Sang, and sighed: "Since we have never truly fought, where would the confidence come from? The so-called 'man can conquer heaven' is nothing more than an arrogant fantasy."

For countless years, Fuzi had been thinking about how to defeat Haotian.

He had thought of many methods, kept escaping, kept thinking on an academic and spiritual level, but he had never practiced it, and had never had the confidence to defeat Haotian.

This is Haotian's world.

Absolutely no one can be higher than Haotian.

Even if, in essence, Sang Sang is only a part of Haotian.

But a part of Haotian is also Haotian.

Sang Sang looked at Fuzi, her expression still calm, and in the depths of her eyes, there seemed to be a faint, holy ball of light swirling: "Actually, I also have no confidence that I can defeat you; you are the most incredible existence in the human world."

"Since neither of you has the certainty of victory, why not just not fight." The Great Teacher held the water ladle tightly in his hand, his knuckles slightly white, and smiled: "Sang Sang, you are Xiaoshi's fiancée, and Fuzi, you are the elder Xiaoshi respects most. No matter who gets hurt, I imagine Xiaoshi will be very sad and very upset. Why don't we all sit down, and I'll go catch a few Peony Fish to eat?"

Sang Sang did not speak, looking at Fuzi with an expressionless face.

Fuzi also did not speak, looking at Sang Sang with a slight smile.

"That's impossible." Yu Liancheng shook his head: "For Fuzi, 'following one's heart's desire without overstepping the rules' is his meaning. Being imprisoned by Haotian, lacking freedom, and having to consider the arrival of the Eternal Night at every moment, how can that be considered 'following one's heart's desire'? At best, he is a prisoner."

"What's more, Fuzi loves the people of the world. And to Haotian, humans are merely food. After they are fattened up, launching a wave of Eternal Night and having a full meal, wouldn't that be delightful?!"

"Fuzi is not only Haotian's most delicious delicacy, but also the most powerful enemy. 'Looking back in shock, three feet three from the sky.' Such an enemy will bring unpredictable variables; it is best if he dies. If not, Haotian would not have personally descended to the world, spending countless efforts to lay out this scheme."

Li Manman's expression was dim: "Is there really no way not to fight?"

Yu Liancheng said: "There is."

"What is it?" Li Manman's spirits lifted.

"That is for your fist to be bigger than Sang Sang's and bigger than Fuzi's. Whoever dares to make a move, you just beat them."

"Mr. Yu. This..." Li Manman was between laughter and tears.

"Ang!

"

Just at this moment, a vast dragon roar rang out.

In the sky, the golden giant dragon spat out a golden pillar of light, instantly submerging 'Tang'.

After the golden pillar of light disappeared, 'Tang's' figure fell from the sky.

"Oops, played too hard."

Yu Liancheng shook his head in distress; 'Tang's' body was still a bit weak and far from being able to contend with the golden giant dragon. He looked at Fuzi again and said: "Your disciple's wife is left to you; that golden dragon and everything from here on out, just leave it to me, how about that?"

Fuzi nodded and waved his hand impatiently.

"Then I shall take my leave first; you two chat slowly." Yu Liancheng's figure flickered, and he vanished in an instant.

Fuzi looked at Sang Sang, his expression as warm as ever: "Actually, I have many things I wish to discuss with you, regardless of whether you are Haotian or Sang Sang."

……

The Wilderness battlefield.

The fighting had already ceased.

Whether it was the Xiling Allied Forces or the Wild People, under the powerful pressure of the golden dragon, they all knelt collectively, representing submission and fear.

Yet, the battle had not truly stopped.

The Demon Sect Walker 'Tang' leaped up and threw a punch toward the golden dragon's head; although that fist appeared like a mayfly trying to topple a tree before the golden dragon's head, it undoubtedly gave people a sense of intense shock.

However, 'Tang' was defeated nonetheless.

He was defeated within the golden pillar of light, drifting down like an unremarkable fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

The Xiling Allied Forces were all invigorated, while the Wild People were even more dejected.

'Tang' fell from the high sky; all the strength in his body had been exhausted, and his physique shrank back to its original size.

Coupled with the fact that he was already severely injured, falling from a height of ten thousand feet, even if his physical body was tough and he wouldn't be smashed into pulp, he likely wouldn't have many intact bones left. The experts of the Wild People were all unable to straighten their bodies under the powerful dragon might, and could only watch helplessly as 'Tang' plummeted, unable to rescue him.

In the vast sky, a dark cloud drifted over from who knows where, suddenly swirling through the nine heavens and sweeping across the blue firmament.

The dark cloud brushed past 'Tang', and Tang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his divine light shimmering; even the wounds torn open by the light rapidly recovered, and his essence, energy, and spirit were fully replenished.

About a hundred feet from the ground, he adjusted his posture, head-down and feet-up, and with a "Bang!", his feet slammed heavily into the ground; his knees bent, the ground cracked, but he landed steadily.

The golden dragon's head let out a low, dissatisfied growl, and its eyes, like two burning suns, turned to look at Yu Liancheng, who was dressed in black, stepping on the void, and as elegant as a God.

Previously, it was Yu Liancheng who had saved Tang in passing.

The giant golden dragon opened its blood-red maw, where every tooth was like a Sword Mountain, and amidst a distant and angry dragon roar, it spat out a dragon breath of terrifying power.

The dragon breath was composed of countless scorching Haotian Divine Brilliance mixed with crystalline golden sand; seen from afar, it looked like a golden pillar of light. Wherever it passed, space became wrinkled, like clothing that had been wantonly trampled upon. Its power was even greater than the breath that had severely injured Tang earlier.

Yu Liancheng stood in the void, his aura released; the Guizang True Qi, vast as a flood, condensed into substance, propping up an invisible energy shield.

When the dragon breath struck the energy shield, only layer upon layer of golden giant waves surged outside the shield, and it remained unmoved.

This scene looked very simple.

But the sense of shock it brought to people was incomprehensible and unimaginable.

That dragon breath, capable of purifying everything and destroying everything, could not even break through the energy shield of a mortal.

This obviously was not because the giant golden dragon was too weak; after all, the mere pressure of the giant dragon had made almost everyone kneel down.

Xiong Chumo, who was already severely injured, clutched his Divine Staff, his whole body beginning to tremble violently. Fear once again enveloped his body and mind, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet to the center of his brow. His already short figure appeared even more base and frail.

In the blood-colored divine carriage, the Caijuedashengonguan Ye Hongyu knelt on both knees, expressing reverence to the golden dragon head in the sky, but only she knew that her knees had never touched the ground.

At this moment, she even held her head high, looking at that figure floating in the void, filled with admiration.

The giant golden dragon seemed to realize that this person was not easy to deal with and roared again, but it did not spit out dragon breath; instead, it angrily and forcefully squeezed its dragon body out of the clouds. Tied to the dragon's body was a golden rope dozens of feet thick, which was pulled taut, seemingly dragging a heavy object behind it.

A moment later, a war chariot made entirely of gold appeared in the sky of the human world. This war chariot was incomparably huge; if it fell to the ground, it was feared that even the entire Chang'an City could not contain it. And on the Golden War Chariot stood a Divine General. The Divine General stood tall and straight like a high mountain, wearing armor condensed from Haotian Divine Brilliance, his appearance magnificent, his bearing graceful, and his expression indifferent.

The Divine General's eyes, which seemed to have light burning within them, looked at Yu Liancheng. His arm, like a pillar supporting the sky, slowly raised, and a Light Sword over ten miles long seemed to pierce the firmament, slashing down toward Yu Liancheng with a roar.

This slash had no exquisite or complex technique at all; it was simply a slash.

But almost no one could receive it.

Because this sword was simply too large.

The blade of the Light Sword was dozens of feet wide, and the wind whistled; it gave the feeling of a mountain peak being uprooted and striking down with the force of a landslide, destroying everything in its path.

Yu Liancheng watched the whistling mountain peak quietly, waved his sleeve, and softly recited one phrase.

"Sword, come."

Ten million miles away.

A sword flew across ten thousand miles.