The blizzard intensified, swirling furiously in the void as if it aid to devour everything in the world.
A large troop of soldiers, braving the storm, approached against the wind, a looming black mass.
They added another layer of heavy oppression to the already gloomy sky.
"What—what is that?!"
"If I'm not mistaken, those are the one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors of the Li Family, one of the four great royal families! They always act as the vanguard when the Li Family Sovereign travels, which ans the Sovereign himself is about to grace the battlefield."
"Are they trying to overturn the heavens? There are already two Sovereigns, and now another one is coming! In that case, the other great royal family, the Tang Family, won't be able to stay out of it, will they?"
"It's been said before, the four great royal families will never allow anyone to surpass the Saint Realm! Once Chen Yang steps into Divine Conquest, given the enmity between them, how could he possibly spare these royal families?"
"..."
The heated discussion added a touch of warmth to the raging blizzard.
Without a doubt, today's battle was a continuation of the one fought on the banks of the Qingyuan River nearly a year ago.
Back then, they had sunk an entire plaza.
And what would be the outco of today's final battle?
Countless people were filled with anticipation, their excitent palpable.
In this clash of titans, would the Forr Supre Martial Commander be able to continue his legend and remain undefeated?
Eight hundred ters away on a stretch of the river, a canopy boat bobbed on the waves.
Onboard were a small coal stove and a pot of warm wine.
Three n sat cross-legged.
"Having witnessed the birth of the youngest Saint with your own eyes, what are your thoughts?" Donning a white robe with a falcon perched on his shoulder, Murong Fei raised his glass with a smile. "To have seen this, isn't it enough for one lifeti?"
"Enough for a lifeti."
"Haha..."
The Daoist Chu Yushan and the old monk Jingkong both raised their glasses, laughing heartily. As a mber of the Chen Family, Jingkong had tea instead of wine.
"They say that any one of the Li Family's one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors can take on ten foes single-handedly. I'd only heard rumors before, but today we've finally seen them with our own eyes." Murong Fei squinted at the dark mass of the one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors in the distance as they prepared to board their vessels, a faint smile touching his lips. "Now that we've seen them, how could we not go and have a friendly spar?"
"Haha!" Chu Yushan let out a loud laugh. "Of course, we must! We have to see if these n are truly as legendary as the rumors claim, each capable of fighting ten n."
"Then, shall we?" Jingkong was even more direct. He stood up and took the oars in his hands.
Ripples spread out as the inconspicuous canopy boat, a common sight on the Qingyuan River, began to slowly approach the one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The thunder of hooves was deafening, sending slush and mud flying.
From another direction, a massive troop of several thousand n clad in golden armor and wielding steel spears galloped toward them.
Compared to the one hundred and eight warriors, the sheer scale of this force was staggering.
"That... are those the Tang Family's two thousand Golden Armor Guards?"
"All the elite forces of the great royal families have co forth! Can the Qingyuan River even withstand them?"
As the two thousand Golden Armor Guards from the Tang Family dismounted, another tidal wave of discussion erupted from the crowd.
Since the Sovereigns of the Li and Tang Families had yet to appear and Chen Hua was occupied with Dugu Hanxiao, both of these forces turned their attention to Chen Yang, who was currently crossing the river.
The commander of the two thousand Golden Armor Guards rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. He gazed at the Li Family's one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors in the distance and called out, "Zhang Qing, what do you say we join forces and slay that bastard Chen Yang?"
"Hehe, he's a man who achieved Seven Steps to Sanctity!" Zhang Qing, commander of the one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors, grinned. "But together, maybe we could actually slaughter a Saint?"
"How will we know if we don't try?" The Golden Armor Guards commander, whose na was Liu Shan, spoke in a playful tone. "If we manage to slay that bastard Chen Yang today before our Sovereigns arrive, never mind the rewards, our fa will surely skyrocket, don't you think?"
"Our great nas will be known by all across the Tianwu Continent."
Zhang Qing's smile widened grotesquely as he beca lost in a fantasy. He could already see the exhilarating scene of striking Chen Yang down with his sword, his fa resounding in every direction.
Liu Shan was about to say more when he saw a canopy boat slowly approaching. Three old n stood at its bow, looking right at them.
"Hmph!" Liu Shan brandished his spear and pointed it at the canopy boat. "Old fools, I don't care who you are. The royal families are on a mission here. If you don't want to die, then get the hell out of our sight."
"Did I just hear you say you want to slaughter a Saint?" Murong Fei tugged at the corner of his mouth, then gestured with his chin toward the center of the river. "Look, Chen Yang, the man who achieved Seven Steps to Sanctity, is here. Go on, slaughter one for this old man to see."
Chu Yushan and Jingkong also watched with keen interest.
It wasn't that they hadn't seen people court death before, but this was the first ti they had seen anyone so tired of living that they would actively seek their own demise. A mighty Saint, soone who could be slaughtered just by piling up bodies? Ridiculous!
Hm?
Liu Shan and Zhang Qing turned their heads at the sa ti, only to see a young figure stepping on a single reed as he cleaved through the waves toward them.
He was expressionless, holding a remarkably longsword in his hand.
They had never seen Chen Yang before, but the scene unfolding before them was truly stunning.
In ancient tis, a monk crossed the river on a single reed. And now, this man...
As their spirits trembled, cold sweat trickled down their foreheads.
"Are you all stupid? Go on, slaughter him for !" Murong Fei roared.
A chill shot down the spines of both Liu Shan and Zhang Qing. Even with their Martial Guards at their sides, the sight of the young figure crossing the river sent their minds reeling into a complete blank.
SWISH!
Chen Yang raised his sword.
A mont later, a cold glint of light flashed across the sky.
Visible to the naked eye, the one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors at the very front bore the brunt of the attack. A flash of sword light fell amidst the wind and snow, its Sword Qi as sharp as frost.
"Retreat! All of you, fall back!"
Zhang Qing's eyes looked ready to split as he roared with all his might. But as soon as the words left his mouth, the frost-like sword light struck like a bolt of lightning, churning up more than half the river's surface.
BOOM!
Zhang Qing was the first to fall. In his last monts, he clearly saw all the warriors behind him collapsing at an incredible speed.
His life was forever frozen in that single second.
The sword light pressed on, its montum undiminished, charging straight for the Tang Family's two thousand Golden Armor Guards as if through an empty battlefield.
Liu Shan was struck dumb, watching in horror as his own troops were utterly crushed in an instant.
From beginning to end, the man crossing the river had only swung his sword once.
"This..."
Everyone who witnessed the scene, including Murong Fei and his companions, was stunned into disbelief.
"I, Chen Yang, am crossing the river. Who can possibly stop ?"
The longsword fell, and the figure vanished into the vast river mist.
「It was a day of heavy snow.」
News of the event shook the lands for thousands of miles.
Chen Yang had annihilated the Tang Family's two thousand Golden Armor Guards and the Li Family's one hundred and eight Valiant Warriors with a single sword strike.
It was as if he had entered an uninhabited land.
"That Forr Supre Martial Commander... achieving Sanctity in seven steps and breaking through more than two thousand armored soldiers with one blow. The king has truly returned, and he is unstoppable."
"..."
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