Chapter 718

"Master of Demons, Wu Zun, you've misunderstood!"

The Grand General sent the two of you here specifically to guard against this brat emerging.

Now that this brat has walked into the trap, we must finish him in one decisive strike!

I suggest the two of you join the experts currently stationed to the north and eliminate him together.

This battle will be settled!"

This was not merely Wulisu's suggestion, but also Borhur's military order.

Yet seeing the two men's expressions, Wulisu deliberately rephrased the order as a suggestion.

"Fine! Of all the troubles at Yanmen Pass, the most annoying is that Qinglong Society—hey, second only is this brat!"

Meng Chixing nodded and rose to speak.

His "Qing" was clearly meant to be Qinglong Society.

But under so many eyes, and given Qinglong Society's extreme secrecy, he dared not utter its name.

"Wu Zun, let us go together!"

"Good! Thank you, Master of Demons!"

The two exchanged hollow flattery, then surged forward with their disciples and the Great Yuan's personal guardians.

Pei Xingjian's Wu Gong was already slightly weaker than Sikong Yuchi Zhen's.

He had led the last remnants of Yanmen Pass's army into battle, advancing without opposition, nearly reaching Wang Xiaojie.

All of it was due to the reputation Sikong Yuchi Zhen had carved out over the past seven days with the Kanglong Club.

After all, who would dare stand firm against the Kanglong Club, when even the Master of Demons had suffered a hidden setback?

Now, with Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan's arrival,

every Great Yuan expert present rushed forward, and Pei Xingjian's group faced crushing pressure.

"Brat! Heaven has a path but you refuse to walk it; Hell has no door but you charge right in!

I pity your hard-won cultivation—dying here would be a waste.

I offer you a chance: surrender to the Great Yuan, and I'll guarantee you a place among its personal guardians, standing beside me. What do you say?"

Since learning Meng Chixing had suffered a hidden setback, Watching Bi Xuan had never directly confronted Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

Now he felt the battle was decided—the hundreds of Tang Army troops who had broken out were surrounded and immobilized.

So he stepped forward deliberately and addressed Pei Xingjian, urging him to surrender.

To impersonate Sikong Yuchi Zhen, Pei Xingjian had deliberately drawn attention to himself and altered his appearance before leaving the city.

His face was smeared with bloodstains; unless one came very close, it was nearly impossible to tell whether he was Pei Xingjian or Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

Now, facing Watching Bi Xuan's plea, he ignored him entirely.

He continued swinging the Kanglong Club, charging relentlessly toward Wang Xiaojie's direction.

"Damn it… how utterly obstinate!"

"Fine! I'll deliver your final journey myself."

Watching Bi Xuan surged his true energy and attacked Pei Xingjian.

For days, he had pondered how to counter the Kanglong Club, the Tang Empire's national treasure.

After all, even Meng Chixing's unique killing technique—the ice blade forged from spiritual force—had been shattered by the Kanglong Club.

Today, at last, he had grasped a glimmer of insight.

The Kanglong Club might be invincible, but it was still a weapon.

Perhaps, unlike Meng Chixing, I cannot manifest tangible weapons—yet perhaps the Kanglong Club cannot break that.

So he surged his true energy, gathering his fist technique with the Flame Yang Divine Art, forming it into a blazing sun as he struck toward Pei Xingjian.

This punch was Watching Bi Xuan's pinnacle achievement over the past years.

Its absolute power may not have been the greatest, but under the pressure of the Kanglong Club, its intent was exceptionally high.

Seeing Watching Bi Xuan strike, all other Great Yuan guardians and Yuan soldiers retreated three steps.

After all, a Wu Zun's fist technique showed no mercy.

Seeing Watching Bi Xuan's move, Pei Xingjian sighed faintly, gathered his true qi, and swung the Kanglong Club to meet it.

Yet the once invincible Kanglong Club lost its efficacy against this non-weapon punch.

Under the club's strike, the fist's heat intensified further.

The bloodstains on Pei Xingjian's face, his battle robe, armor—all seemed on the verge of melting.

"Ha! Just as I thought…"

Seeing this, Watching Bi Xuan was overjoyed.

He had been right: without manifesting true energy into a weapon, the miraculous Kanglong Club could find no flaw.

Without a flaw, it became merely an ordinary weapon.

With my status as Wu Zun, amplified by the Flame Yang Divine Art, how could this brat possibly survive my punch?

Once I crush him, I'll take his head to Meng Chixing.

Then I'll see how he looks!

And who will dare say this Wu Zun is inferior to that Master of Demons?

After all, the Master of Demons Meng Chixing has avoided the Kanglong Club entirely.

I not only shattered the Kanglong Club—I killed this brat!

Just as he was savoring this perfect thought, about to burst into laughter—

Suddenly, a great alarm surged.

The Change-Day Sword!

At the critical moment, a sharp sword-light actually sliced straight through Watching Bi Xuan's fist momentum, which had been like a blazing sun.

The momentum and internal force of this sword were clearly vastly inferior to Watching Bi Xuan's.

Yet this sword ultimately broke through Watching Bi Xuan's fist momentum.

It was as if this sword had struck precisely at the weak point of Watching Bi Xuan's fist technique.

"How could this be?"

Watching Bi Xuan's fist momentum was broken, and he was utterly shocked.

Over the years, the experts who had defeated him were too many to count.

Yet never had anyone known the weak point of his fist technique.

Even his own disciples had never known it.

Who could it be?

Watching Bi Xuan's heart was shaken with astonishment. He converted the Blazing Sun Divine Art into raging flames to shield himself, then looked around.

He happened to see a young man executing sword arts; after breaking through his fist momentum, the youth continued to attack him.

"Eh? It's you! Ba Fenghan!"

Watching Bi Xuan recognized him at a glance—wasn't this the grassland man Ba Fenghan who had once challenged his sect?

He had only just seen him not long ago in the government office within Yanmen Pass.

Wasn't this man from the Qinglong Society?

Thinking of this, Watching Bi Xuan dodged his moves while sternly demanding,

"Ba Fenghan, have you gone mad? Is this how the Qinglong Society does as it pleases?

Weren't you only assigned to guard the formation eye?

I am not attacking the formation eye, only attacking the Tang Army!

Are you saying your mission is to defend Yanmen Pass?"

Watching Bi Xuan questioned him while engaging Ba Fenghan, growing increasingly furious.

Clearly, because of Ba Fenghan and that so-called Qinglong Society altar master Kou Zhong, the Great Yuan had been holding back all along, not daring to break the defensive formation.

That was how, despite having a hundred thousand men, they had been held off by five thousand Tang troops defending Yanmen Pass for seven days!

In Boerhu's military career, this could almost be called a disgrace.

For Watching Bi Xuan and Meng Chixing, it was no good thing either.

But right now he clearly wasn't attacking the formation eye, so why had the Qinglong Society's people rushed out?.

Ba Fenghan still ignored Watching Bi Xuan's words.