"We...we won?!"
On the distant walls of Changn Port, the soldiers who had been holding their breath erupted in deafening cheers the mont they saw this scene.
"We won! The Marshal won!"
"That was an SS-level expert! He was really killed!"
"Long live the Great Xia! Long live the Marshal!"
Many young soldiers were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they embraced each other and wept.
On the sea.
Zhao Qingcang dispelled his domain, feeling utterly exhausted. He swayed and nearly fell into the sea.
Deng Qihe was also panting heavily, the longsword in his hand was dim, clearly the attack had drained all his energy.
Looking at the headless corpse floating on the sea, Deng Qihe's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
He was about to say, "I could kill you forty years ago, and I can kill you today too."
However, the words stuck in his throat.
The old man's pupils contracted as he stared intently at the top of the corpse.
There, the health bar, which should have been emptied upon the host's death, still had a tiny bit of health remaining!
Though faint, it was so tenacious that it inspired despair.
"Watch out! It's not dead!"
Deng Qihe's shrill roar had just left his mouth.
A sudden change occurred.
Glug glug—
The headless, mutilated body, which had been motionless, suddenly began to convulse violently.
Imdiately afterwards, the flesh at the severed neck began to writhe wildly, making a nauseating "splattering" sound.
Before their horrified eyes, a brand new, enormous snake head covered in sli suddenly burst out from the severed wound!
This isn't over yet.
The appearance of the first snake head was like opening Pandora's box.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The second one, the third one, the fourth one...
The snake heads grew wildly, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, at an astonishing speed.
At the sa ti, Qin Zeduo's health points, which had been almost depleted, began to recover at an alarming rate.
10%......30%......50%......80%......
In the blink of an eye, his health bar was full!
For the first ti, Deng Qihe's hand holding the sword trembled, and his face turned ashen.
He didn't understand.
They had perfectly replicated the killer move from back then, and they had severed all the heads at the sa ti.
Why?
Why can't I kill it?!
When the blood mist dissipated, revealing the Yamata no Orochi's new form, Zhao Qingcang and Deng Qihe simultaneously gasped, a bone-chilling cold shooting from their feet to the top of their heads.
One, two, three, four...
The two chanically counted the heads swaying in the air.
Seven...eight!
Eight heads in total!
At this mont, Qin Zeduo's aura underwent a trendous change.
It was no longer the previous rage and chaos, but a perfect, almost divine, aura of power.
The newly ford snake head in the center slowly opened its eyes.
Those were golden, vertical pupils, cold and indifferent, looking down condescendingly at the two ants.
Are you surprised?
Eight heads spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping and echoing with despair.
"Forty years ago, I was not fully evolved and only had seven heads. That was my weakness and your only chance to win."
"But thanks to you all, that death allowed to escape from a life-or-death situation."
Qin Zeduo's massive body slowly rose to its upright position, obscuring the entire sky.
"The one standing before you now."
"That is the true Yamata no Orochi—Perfect Form!"
Zhao Qingcang and Deng Qihe's expressions both turned extrely ugly.
They never expected that their combined, all-or-nothing attack would beco a stepping stone for their opponent to break through their bottleneck.
Now, both elderly people are beginning to decline irreversibly.
The continuous high-intensity fighting has drained their remaining life force.
On the other hand, Qin Zeduo's montum is rising steadily and becoming stronger.
The residual energy emanating from his body alone was enough to cause the entire sea surface to tremble and stir up towering waves.
The fully evolved ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Yamata no Orochi did not rush to make a move.
Eight snake heads, sixteen golden vertical pupils, indifferently looking down at two ants on the sea surface.
Eight voices overlapped, their echoes creating a sense of despair.
"Zhao Qingcang, Deng Qihe."
"Speaking of which, I should thank you both."
“If you hadn’t pushed to my limit, I might never have been able to grow this eighth head and glimpse the true perfect form.”
"I have no regrets about this battle."
He paused, his voice turning cold.
"I will see you two off on your way."
"But please rest assured, after I have dealt with you, I will not harm a single hair on the head of the Great Xia soldiers."
"As long as they are willing to withdraw their troops."
Zhao Qingcang let out a cold snort.
"Then you can kill us first!"
He was about to burn his life force again, giving it his last breath, when Deng Qihe stopped him.
Zhao Qingcang looked puzzled.
Deng Qihe smiled at him, a smile as gentle as ever, seemingly ignoring the monster before him.
"Qing Cang, you can't die yet."
"The Great Xia still needs you."
Deng Qihe's voice was soft, but his tone was extrely resolute.
"I'm different."
"I am a person who should have died long ago."
Zhao Qingcang understood Deng Qihe's intention and was shocked.
"Teacher! You an to..."
Deng Qi waved his hand, interrupting him.
"Qing Cang, there's no need to persuade him any further."
He turned around and took one last look at his most prized disciple, his eyes filled with satisfaction and expectation.
May our Great Xia Dynasty prosper forever!
Before he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated and leaped up.
It resolutely flew towards the enormous, sky-covering serpent, Yamata no Orochi.
Qin Zeduo was sowhat puzzled, and all eight snake heads tilted simultaneously.
"Deng Qihe, you are no match for now."
Are you trying to kill yourself?
Deng Qihe hovered in mid-air, his figure as small as dust in front of the enormous snake body, but his face was full of relief.
"To be honest, I had anticipated this situation a long ti ago."
"Qin Ze, you and I are both products of the old era."
"It's ti to leave this era that doesn't belong to us."
Impatience was evident in Qin Zeduo's vertical pupils.
"What do you an?"
Deng Qihe did not offer any further explanation.
He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing up.
"rise!"
A low shout.
The seawater roared—!!!
The sea below suddenly churned violently, and a huge whirlpool appeared out of nowhere.
Imdiately afterwards, to Zhao Qingcang's horrified gaze, a rusty bronze ancient sword, dragging an enormous stone coffin, erged from the seabed!
The stone coffin was made entirely of an unknown gray rock, its surface covered with intricate and eerie runes, exuding a desolate and all-consuming aura.
A premonition far more ominous than that of the Yamata no Orochi enveloped the entire sea.
Zhao Qingcang's expression grew increasingly solemn.
"Could this be the divine artifact, the Spirit-Sealing Coffin?!"
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