Chapter 997: Chapter 16: Decisive Victory
“In the days when this old man was renowned in the Martial World, you were just a re child.”
“The day you killed my son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter-in-law, this old man forged a deep vendetta against you. Today, with the entire city under a Great Formation, let’s see how you, the Formation Leader, can match wits with !”
The Whale Hunter lowered his gaze, not caring about Ji Zongcheng.
He simply picked up a scroll, densely filled with nas of Demon Sect core mbers. Ji Zongcheng was puzzled, but then heard the legendary figure of the Martial World quietly say: “Sang Wenyue.”
This is a na from the Western Regions, a Guest Elder of the Demon Sect.
Upon hearing his own na, his heart instinctively stirred, and as he lowered his head, a storm within the Formation swept him up. In the next mont, amidst thunderous roars, a bolt of lightning struck from the Great Formation.
A purple lightning bolt struck down, directly shattering his skull, leaving him dead beyond any doubt.
The Whale Hunter moved his fingers, calmly reciting the second na.
With each na called, another mid-level mber of the Demon Sect was swept up, instantly killed by lightning. Clad in a black robe, the legendary figure of the Martial World, his silver hair danced wildly within the storm. He didn’t co here to reason, nor rely for revenge.
He had only one purpose—
Not simply to kill.
But to tornt to death!
With each na uttered, like King Yan calling out, those swept up were thunderously slain. Ji Zongcheng watched this scene, his eyes wide with rage, summoning all his bravado, calling forth the might of the Great Formation, saying: “I will be your opponent!!!”
The Formation activated, boundless and vast, reaching the pinnacle of mystery.
The Whale Hunter’s fingers gently descended.
The boundless Great Formation instantly shattered.
Ji Zongcheng suffered a backlash from the Great Formation, spewing blood from his mouth. All his bravado and martial courage seed to shatter in that instant, as he realized the gap between himself and the Martial Arts Legend, seeing the silver-haired man coldly state:
“What do you think you are.”
“Worthy of speaking to ?”
He looked at Ji Zongcheng, paused, and said flatly:
“Just a dog that’s lived over two hundred years.”
Ji Zongcheng’s ntal defenses were shattered montarily, but facing the openly powerful and cruel Whale Hunter, he clenched his fists, suddenly shouting: “You can kill , but you cannot insult !!!”
The Xiang Liu Dharma erupted.
At this mont, there was no sound of thunder, yet a booming thunder was heard again.
The Whale Hunter’s eyes flashed with a hint of color as he lifted his head to look into the distance—
From the horizon where sky and earth et, a dim yellow tide surged. On the city’s walls stood the City Defense Army, holding bows and arrows, crossbows—they were abandoned pawns by the Demon Sect’s upper echelon and the nobles of Aqini City.
But these archers saw that distant line of murky yellow.
They hadn’t left the desert in their lifeti, had never been to the Central Plains to witness its singular tides.
But at this mont, they saw a sight akin to the tide of Jiangnan, ten thousand troops charging, thunder in the skies representing the peak of the Martial World, and on the ground, lightning as the world’s heroes raised their weapons.
The commander trembled, but still drew his bow.
Thousands of archers, including chanical crossbows purchased at high prices from the Central Plains, were all activated, blood streaming from the commander’s eyes as he stared at the thunderously vast army, knowing all their efforts seed laughable now.
But as a commander, though the nobles had left, he could not retreat.
Even in the face of such an unbeatable enemy, he could not flee, for behind him lay the city.
He suddenly waved his hand, eyes red, shouting: “Release the arrows!!!”
A rain of arrows shot out, nearly amounting to ten thousand arrows released simultaneously, yet appearing so small and powerless at this mont, as Li Guanyi raised his hand to catch the falling arrow rain, raising his weapon.
In a frenzied charge, the Military Formation finally took shape.
Wind Cover Formation!
Breaths connected, qi chanisms intertwined, with Li Guanyi at the core, a stream of wind arose, deflecting the arrows, altering their course, and colliding head-on with the arrow rain.
This is one of the foundational Military School Battle Formations from the Central Plains, yet also one of the formations with the highest potential, capable of defending against Sword Qi and arrow rain. At this instant, the golden seal on Li Guanyi’s waist swayed.
Li Guanyi, feeling his mind harmonize, seed to glimpse another transformation of this Formation.
Thus, the violent wind at this mont churned and transford into a deep tiger’s roar, the military formation most proficiently used by the Hun King of Tuyuhun three hundred years ago, clouds follow the dragon, winds follow the tiger, this was the Tiger Soul Wind Roar Formation.
The fierce wind twisted, seemingly transforming into an imnse tiger, born of the integration of a renowned general with the army’s montum, akin to the existence of a Martial Artist’s Dharma Form.
Gathering the montum of a hundred thousand n, the Tiger Military Soul belonging to Li Guanyi roared and raised its head.
Seemingly re-erging from three hundred years in the past, making its appearance in this era.
The falling arrow rain beca suspended in the wind.
Li Guanyi’s heart pounded fiercely, almost instinctively. He raised his long spear, eager to call upon the wind, but here was not the Central Plains. Following the power of the Fierce Tiger King Seal, he loudly shouted the na for charge in the Western Regions.
And behind him, the battle intent of ten thousand n peaked, moving in unison, they set down their knives.
And took up their bows.
Shooting arrows forward, arrows swirling in the wind, amidst the tiger’s roar charging forward, composing the fur of the tiger, thus the illusory tiger stepped out from the void, becoming real.
Li Guanyi wielded his long spear to control the military montum, suddenly thrusting forward.
As if replaying the years.
This city, conquered by Tuyuhun three hundred years ago.
Once again faced the sa power that once subdued it.
The formation only recorded in history reappeared.
The colossal Tiger Military Soul charged ahead, the arrows that would scatter in all directions were swept in, ten thousand arrows like a tempest thrusting, crashing down upon the city.
“Tiger Roar!!!”
Thus—
The city fell.
[May, in the campaign against Aqini City, the Heavenly God beats the drum, a single strike decides all]
————”Heavenly■■Legend” · Saatanati.
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