BOOM!
Under the might of the ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’, Qin Wudao seed incredibly insignificant, yet there was not a trace of panic on his face. Shielded by his Sword Intent, he remained unaffected.
I just happen to be in need of a dan fla to refine pills! As he watched the ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’, a glint flashed in his eyes. He shook his arm, and the Xuanyuan Sword emanated dazzling rays of light, radiating a divine, noble, and supre aura that swept across the heavens.
In a fleeting mont, people saw an unrivaled emperor wielding an imperial sword, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths, obliterating all laws.
Throughout all heavens and myriad realms, he alone reigned supre!
"What level of weapon is this? Why is it so powerful?" Duan Wanjiang’s eyes narrowed, and he asked in astonishnt. Facing the Xuanyuan Sword’s oppressive might, even he couldn’t resist the urge to submit.
Such a feeling seed utterly absurd to him.
He was, after all, the ruler of a domain, master of the fates of billions, and possessed the strength of Reaching the Holy Realm. For him to feel compelled to bow before a re battle sword was preposterous.
"Pope, the Saint Heir is in dire straits!" Yan Zhenan urgently warned.
Startled, Duan Wanjiang quickly looked towards the battlefield. He saw the ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’, upon which the Holy Fire Sect had placed such high hopes, being severely suppressed by the golden sword light.
ROAR!
As if crushed by a hundred thousand God Mountains, no matter how the ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’ struggled, it was futile. It could only emit enraged dragon roars.
"Not good!" Duan Yonghun’s entire body trembled. He desperately channeled his Spiritual Energy into the ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’, but it failed to reverse its decline.
CLANG!
The piercing cry of a sword echoed between heaven and earth.
Qin Wudao moved. A sword light, like a soaring flood dragon or a celestial being striking the heavens, fiercely descended.
The sword light shimred with a pale golden hue, exuding an incredible sharpness. Overwhelming imperial might, mingled with deadly Sword Intent, converged upon the Sword Qi, striking towards the nine heavens!
THUMP! THUMP!
The ’Heavenly Dragon’s Demonic Fla’ was extinguished directly. Duan Yonghui was sent flying hundreds of feet, crashing into a blazing mountain peak. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face as pale as paper, and stared at the sky in utter shock.
There, Qin Wudao stood ramrod straight, his Xuanyuan Sword pointed diagonally. The cold wind rustled his sleeves, making them dance. The embroidered four-clawed golden dragon on his chest seed to spring to life, exuding a tyrannical pressure, as if ready to ride the clouds and roam the nine heavens.
"We’ve won!"
The battle had shifted in an instant. From Qin Wudao’s attack to Duan Yonghui’s defeat, it all happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that people couldn’t react.
Looking at the heavily injured Duan Yonghui, and then at Qin Wudao, who appeared like a descended celestial, the Qin Empire’s side erupted in thunderous cheers.
In contrast, the Holy Fire Sect’s side was deathly silent, its mbers downcast and their morale shattered.
"You are defeated!" Qin Wudao said softly, his eyes radiating a bone-chilling coldness. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand pulsed with a frigid killing intent as he thrust it forward.
This seemingly casual strike was like a cot streaking towards the moon. The brilliant sword light tore through the Void, swift as lightning, instantly closing in on Duan Yonghui.
"No!" Duan Yonghui watched the Sword Qi approach in terror, screaming in alarm. I am the Saint Heir of the Holy Fire Sect, possessor of a special physique, destined to ascend the path of immortality! How can I fall so easily here? I ca to plunder Qin Wudao’s Fortune! How did I end up defeated?
Thinking this, his face filled with profound unwillingness.
But what use was unwillingness now?
In the face of life and death, his status, his lofty ambitions—everything had turned to nothing.
However, just at this mont, an ancestor from the Holy Fire Sect and the Qin Empire’s Qin Taizu simultaneously flew towards Death Bone Mountain.
"Stop!"
An aura at the Peak of Reaching the Holy Realm shattered Qin Wudao’s attack.
After the Holy Fire Sect ancestor rescued Duan Yonghui, a nine-ringed battle saber, blazing with furious flas, appeared in his hand. He slashed down fiercely, creating a blade Qi tens of feet long.
If this strike landed, even with Qin Wudao’s strength, his survival would be unlikely.
"This is a battle between juniors! You old undying coot, how dare you interfere? Have you no sha?"
At the critical mont, Qin Taizu moved to shield Qin Wudao, thrusting his sword forward. The sword light surged, like a mighty river of blood.
BOOM! RUMBLE!
The saber and sword clashed. One side blazed with endless, suprely domineering firelight; the other unleashed an unparalleled, razor-sharp murderous aura. It was as if two colossal mountains had collided, generating terrifying shockwaves that spread in all directions.
The ’Death Bone Mountain’ beneath the four of them disintegrated under this power, revealing a large pit filled to the brim with corpses and skeletons.
A dense Evil Qi surged towards the heavens.
DING!
"Congratulations, Host, for defeating the Dark Demonic Physique. Signed in Martial General: Zhao Yun!"
As this occurred, the system’s notification sounded in Qin Wudao’s mind, along with detailed information about the signed-in character.
Na: Zhao Yun!
Cultivation: Peak of Reaching the Holy Realm!
Cultivation Technique: "Three-turn Profound Skill"!
Weapons: Qingfeng Sword, Bright Silver Spear!
Profile: Born during the chaotic era of warlords at the end of the Han Dynasty. Participated in the Battle of Bowang Slope, Battle of Changban Slope, Pacification of Jiangnan, Battle of Entering Sichuan, Battle of Hanshui, and Battle of Jigu. Known as the Ever-Victorious General, eventually holding the rank of General Who Pacifies the East...
BOOM!
As Qin Wudao examined Zhao Yun’s information, a golden stream of Fortune descended from the Hidden Dragon List in the sky above the Skyfire Domain. The three words ’Duan Yonghui’, glowing with seven-colored light, gradually dimd.
Soon after, the entire Hidden Dragon List lost all its brilliance.
With that, all the Fortune of the Skyfire Domain belonged to Qin Wudao.
"Ah!"
"Why is my Fortune gone? Qin Wudao, you dare steal this Saint Heir’s Fortune?! You’re courting death! Ancestor, kill him quickly!"
Once the aftershocks subsided, Duan Yonghui, hiding behind the Holy Fire Sect ancestor, saw that his Fortune had dissipated. His face turned grim, and he shrieked.
Having tasted the benefits of Fortune, no one would willingly relinquish it.
Leaving aside that Fortune could pave the path to immortality, the re fact that it increased cultivation speed was enough to make people flock to it.
In the contest among prodigies, one who lost Fortune could either snatch it back or plunder it from others. Duan Yonghui had already decided: he would attack the Qin Empire and seize all the Fortune from Qin Wudao.
He was no match for Qin Wudao, but the Holy Fire Sect backing him was far stronger than the Qin Empire.
"Kill!"
Hearing that Duan Yonghui’s Fortune had been plundered, the Holy Fire Sect ancestor was shocked and roared the command.
This roar ignited the fuse for a great war!
"Relay the Pope’s command! Kill!" Duan Wanjiang bellowed.
Five Holy Legions, five million strong in regular troops, launched their attack like awakened lions, intending to fill the sky with slaughter.
BOOM!
Overwhelming blood-colored light obscured the sky and earth. A colossal pillar of blood and Qi energy soared into the heavens, and a pervasive murderous aura roiled the winds and clouds.
Even the sky, heavy with dark, oppressive clouds, was pierced through.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Six more terrifying figures, emanating dreadful auras and wreathed in firelight, flew up from the army formation. All were Reaching the Holy Realm experts.
Including the ancestor who had just intervened and Duan Wanjiang, the Holy Fire Sect now had a total of eight Reaching the Holy Realm Martial Artists—three more than the Qin Empire.
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