Zither Emperor Chapter 572 Chapter 179 The Splendor of Magic Part 2_1

572: Chapter 179 The Splendor of Magic (Part 2)_1 572: Chapter 179 The Splendor of Magic (Part 2)_1 The speed of gliding was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, Ye Yinzhu had already crossed the city moat.

Below his feet, countless Flore soldiers held up their weapons, waiting for him to descend.

Ye Yinzhu smiled indifferently, waved his right hand lightly, and the Sword of Nox appeared in his grip.

His left hand wielded Green Silk like a long whip, sending ripples of purple out from his hand, turning into rings of sharp blades that sliced through the enemies below.

The moment he set foot on the ground, his entire being burst into motion, gliding across the terrain like a fish, rapidly advancing towards the location of those five hundred mages.

Even a fool could tell what Ye Yinzhu was about to do, but at this moment, no one could stop his advance.

Ye Yinzhu moved swiftly, his actions subtle.

Often, just as a Flore soldier was about to strike him, Ye Yinzhu’s body would have already whisked by like a gentle breeze, waving the Sword of Nox at small angles.

His Douqi was not released externally, but wherever he charged through, Flore soldiers fell to the ground one after another without exception, their most vulnerable throats slit open by the blade.

A faint light flickered; a strong surge of energy rippled from Ye Yinzhu’s eyes.

At this moment, he had even forgotten his own strength, releasing his spiritual power outward, as his mind constantly identified the positions of the enemies ahead.

His eyes could no longer keep up with his movements but, in his rapid forward rush, he always found the perfect gaps to exploit.

Zi’s approach was different from Ye Yinzhu’s.

When he landed beyond the city moat, he had already launched his attack.

As a being at the pinnacle of rank nine Magical Beasts, and a possessor of the amethyst bloodline like the Amethyst Behemoth, his power may still fall short of Ming, a rank ten Divine Beast, but in terms of bat methods and prowess, no one among the Four Sacred Beasts could match him.

He didn’t reveal his true form, because that would make a too obvious a target, and the enemies were too small in stature, which would make it difficult for him to exploit his attack advantages.

But did being two meters tall mean Zi could not use his sword?

The answer was no.

After landing and crushing several enemies with his body, Zi showed the people of Flore what was the most powerful killing skill of a Divine Beast.

With a flash of light, Zi’s body disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already in the midst of the enemy’s encirclement, pletely surrounded by foes, while Ye Yinzhu had just skimmed past this spot.

Having the same Life-binding Summon, Ye Yinzhu used his speed to directly bring Zi into the core of the enemy forces.

And he himself continued to push forward.

A vast aura of purple light shone through his body as the Seventeenth meter-long Purple Crystal Sword suddenly appeared in Zi’s grip—or rather floated above his palm, as the massive hilt was not something he could hold in his current form.

Zi grinned, “A Behemoth knows martial arts, and no one can stop it.

That’s how it goes, right?

Zhu Gong.” Standing stationary, the giant sword in his hand swept close to the ground, creating an ocean of slaughter; Zhu Gong, not too plex a move from the Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship, made terrifyingly effective by Zi wielding the colossal Amethyst Great Sword.

Across the land, countless bamboo shadows swept close to the ground.

In just an instant, with Zi’s body as the center, there was no life left within a hundred-meter radius—at least seventy to eighty Flore soldiers died under this simple attack.

And this was all without any strength from his true form infused; relying solely on the length and strength of the Amethyst Great Sword, its sheer weight was enough to shatter the defenses of even the best-armored Heavy Cavalry.

Having been with Ye Yinzhu for such a long time, since Zi received recognition from the Sect Masters of Qin City, these Behemoth Beasts truly began their process of learning martial arts.

Of course, it was a painful and long process, especially for the average Behemoth with relatively lower intelligence.

The Eastern Dragon experts naturally wouldn’t teach all martial skills to the Behemoth Tribe, and the Behemoth Beasts couldn’t possibly learn that much.

Zi’s martial skill teacher wasn’t Ye Yinzhu but Ye Yinzhu’s grandfather.

As an Amethyst Behemoth, Zi’s prehension was undoubtedly beyond any other Behemoth Beast.

In not a long time, his Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship, although not as exquisite as Ye Yinzhu’s, was already aptly applied, save for the final three most profound strokes—the other thirty-three forms were well within his proficiency.

The martial skills of the Eastern Dragon, bined with the strength of the Behemoth Beasts, spelled catastrophic power on the battlefield.

Zi with his sword advanced like a meat grinder, and any enemy in his path would be instantly obliterated.

Ye Yinzhu did not pay attention to Zi’s situation; he just focused on rushing forward, not flying again—after all, evading so much ranged attack firepower was not an easy task, and it was quite easy to be bombarded by the enemy’s magic.

Advancing on the ground was the best strategy.

A few kilometers was merely a matter of several breaths for a Zi rank Expert like Ye Yinzhu, even as he continuously dodged interceptions by the enemy, his speed hardly decreased.

In no time, he was only a few hundred meters away from the Blood Color Guard.

However, just at that moment, his advance was hindered.

“You can stop now.” A cold voice sounded, and the surrounding soldiers quickly dispersed, revealing a large open space.

Ye Yinzhu suddenly discovered that he could no longer find a gap to go through, his path forward had been pletely blocked by the enemy.

There weren’t many people blocking Ye Yinzhu; there were only ten.

But these ten gave off a truly threatening aura to Ye Yinzhu.

It was the defensive system formed together by these ten people that not even Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power could find a single flaw in.

The ten people before him looked very similar, all clad in the same dark red armor covering their entire bodies.

What was most astonishing was that each of them had a real giant dragon beneath them, azure-colored giant dragons.

Dragon Knights?

At least a Silver Star Dragon Rider would own a real giant dragon.

Judging by the size of the giant dragons beneath them, those were not Seventh rank dragons, but mature rank eight dragons.

In other words, the ten people standing in front of him were all Venus Dragon Knights.

Ye Yinzhu inwardly sighed, one should never underestimate any country, even a country like the Flore Empire could have as many as ten Venus Dragon Knights.

Looking at them, it seemed they were specifically waiting for him.

Indeed, these ten Venus Dragon Knights before him were one of Marshal Kusler’s true aces, and the strongest force the Flore Empire had accumulated over the years.

With the arrival of the 500,000-strong army, all of Flore’s hidden strengths had emerged.

These ten Venus Dragon Knights, along with Flore’s only and newly promoted Purple Star Dragon Knight, Kusler, had set out together.

Since the war against Milan had begun, these ten Venus Dragon Knights had not yet made a move.

Originally, Kusler had planned to keep them for the battles that would happen inside the Milan Empire.

Even within the Milan Empire, the number of Venus Dragon Knights would not exceed twenty-five.

These ten Venus Dragon Knights before him were obviously not the traditional type of manders who lead troops into battle.

To train them, the Flore Kingdom had paid an unknown price for Fenglong City.

These ten people had never gone through any military education; from when they had sense, they had been crazily cultivating martial skills and later practicing together with the Fenglongs in Fenglong City.

After thirty years of effort, they achieved today’s success.

Originally, the Flore Empire had selected a thousand outstanding children, but only these ten before him were chosen by the Fenglong Clan.

As soon as Ye Yinzhu and Zi had jumped down from the city wall, Kusler had made up his mind.

Even though he did not know why these two had such confidence to kill his mage amidst his army, since they had e out, they absolutely could not be allowed to return alive.

Therefore, Kusler did not care about revealing his strength and sent out his strongest individual bat unit.

The ten people appearing before Ye Yinzhu were not known as Venus Dragon Knights in the Flore Empire; despite their strength, they had no capacity to mand battles.

Instead, they held a very high status in Flore, known as the Strong Killers, Flore’s true trump card.

Had it not been for their age exceeding twenty-five years, Ye Yinzhu would have already seen them during the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons ranking match.

The sudden appearance of ten powerhouses made Ye Yinzhu’s heart sink slightly.

Any one of these people would not be his match, even counting their mounts, but there were ten of them.

Ye Yinzhu was human, not a god; facing so many powerhouses, he knew it would not be easy to break through the encirclement.

Every country has hidden strengths in the dark, and the Flore Empire was no exception.

Although he had guessed that he would encounter strong resistance in his breakout, he had not expected it to be this formidable.

The green light flickered, and Green Silk coiled back around his wrist.

The ten Dragon Riders spread out, slowly pressing towards Ye Yinzhu in a semi-encirclement.

The sharp points of ten Dragon Spears were aimed forward, the sharp aura converging on Ye Yinzhu.

If he made the slightest movement now, the ten Dragon Riders would immediately attack him simultaneously, pulled by the tension in the air.

In their eyes, even a Zi rank Powerhouse like Ye Yinzhu had no chance to escape from their encirclement.

Raising his head, Ye Yinzhu revealed a faint smile in his eyes, appearing very relaxed, without the consciousness of being trapped.

A faint purple light flickered around his body, and facing this immense pressure, he felt a refreshing feeling in his heart.

Under pressure, one’s strength could progress faster, something that Ye Yinzhu had always known; at this moment, this was precisely the pressure he was facing.

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