Chapter 246: Beneath The City Gates
Du’e Temple Immortal Master said, “Du’e Temple naturally honors its promise and supports Hidden Dragon. Still the same words, the rules are set there, very fair to everyone.”
“We must see clearly the faction we support, what quality the next generation has, whether they can shoulder the heavy responsibility, whether their mind is extraordinary. We absolutely cannot be like Zen Sea Observing Mist again, teaching a terrifying madman who caused billions of lives to die miserably.”
“Alright, we’ll wait and see!”
The old man in Confucian robe lifted his head, looking toward the other shore of the cloud sea, where colorful clouds stretched for thousands of miles, demonic shadows dense, a Phoenix Nest like a planet, suspended under the moonlight, releasing a shocking aura.
Below, the tiny high-speed figure in the city, like a moth to the flame, finally reached the battlefield, drawing the gazes of countless veteran strong practitioners toward Southern City.
Was there truly someone who could turn the tide with minimal effort, rewriting the course of Under Heaven?
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“Da! Da! Da…”
A team of knights in black armor burst out from the alley, all masked, with white rice ear patterns embroidered on their face cloths, knocking the Imperial Court’s Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivators flying and trampling them one after another.
Jiang Ning had fought for three days straight, utterly exhausted, magic energy depleted, her Governor’s Official Robe covered in blood, disheveled long hair, supporting her swaying body with a war halberd.
Her eyes sharp amid the sea of fire and smoke, staring at the vast approaching black-armored knights.
Around her, the surviving Imperial Court Martial Cultivators all gathered toward her.
“It’s that group of evil cult members lurking in the shadows… how did they get involved too?” Yin Shisan was so tired his hands trembled, he really wanted to flee, but Jiang Ning wouldn’t leave.
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Cang Li protected the one-legged Li Ling behind her, constantly retreating, spitting out a mouthful of blood with every clash against Heartless Golden Ape, wounds worsening further.
All around were Tian Ya Ridge Demonic Cultivators, all eyeing them covetously, waiting for them to fall and devour their flesh and blood.
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Zuo Qiu Gatehouse, Jiu Li Clan, Zhu Men, the scattered Snow Sword Tang Court Martial Cultivators, all slowly withdrew toward Bing Zu Marsh.
As long as they held out until the bell tolled, until Dragon Palace appeared.
Once entering the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival venue, the slaughter would stop, they could keep the invitation, perhaps… Du’e Temple could see their struggle and unyielding spirit.
“Shua!”
Li Weiyi, carrying twin swords, arrived like lightning, leaping to the top of the city tower where Zuo Qiu Hong Ting had stood earlier, unable to believe the tragic scene before him.
Under the moonlight, corpses littered the ground.
The stench of blood assaulted the face.
On the streets of inner and outer cities, bodies lay everywhere, even some Spring Gushing Realm Martial Cultivators couldn’t help but join the fray.
In the sky and on the ground, killing was everywhere.
He took out the Black Iron Seal, injecting magic energy.
“Hong long!”
Thunderous sound echoed throughout the city area, drawing countless Martial Cultivators to look.
The steps of Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion were dyed red with blood. Yin Eleven and Zuo Qiu Gatehouse’s Martial Cultivators were killed into retreat by Luan Sheng Lin You, then scattered fleeing.
Thousand Mile Mountain’s Martial Cultivators stood by the stairs, turning a blind eye.
Hearing the thunder, Luan Sheng Lin You looked up, thinking Lei Xiao Sect had finally made a move, but unexpectedly, on the city tower several li away, he saw a figure he never imagined.
“How could it be him?”
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“Hua la!”
“Hong!”
Li Weiyi suddenly landed on the ground, the Black Iron Seal in his hand shooting out over a dozen dazzling purple lightning bolts, spreading forward along the street, shocking the group of black-armored knights with rice ear face cloths, sending men and horses flying with neighs.
The over hundred-meter-long street was nearly cleared in one strike.
Some black-armored knights had their bodies penetrated by lightning, falling dead to the ground.
On the street, sand and stones flew, wind force strong, worm-like currents spreading to the feet of Jiang Ning, Yin Shisan, Yang Qingxi, and other Imperial Court Martial Cultivators before dissipating.
Too overbearing, the dominance of one man sweeping a thousand troops.
“It’s a god…”
After Yin Shisan saw who it was, he was so excited he forgot his identity, nearly shouting out the two words “Hidden Person” behind.
“He really showed up after all!” Yang Qingxi held her sword, looking at the wailing black-clothed knights on the ground, her gaze finally settling on the figure under the city gate, her heart surging, beautiful eyes shining brightly.
Li Weiyi gave Jiang Ning a deep look, confirming it was her gaze.
He retreated two steps, then turned and charged toward Outer City, leaving a resolute departing back.
Just one strike, huge consumption.
He put away the Black Iron Seal, breathing in and out from his mouth, recovering magic energy in his Sea of Qi.
He exited the city gate, quickly heading to where he had previously observed Cang Li and Li Ling being besieged. Glancing at the ten-foot-tall massive bronze cauldron on the plaza, his eyes darkened.
Magic energy surged through the veins, transported to his arms.
“Peng!”
One palm struck out, the sound like a god or Buddha striking a bell.
The bronze cauldron weighing unknown tens of thousands of jin, full of boiling water, flew toward the group of Tian Ya Ridge Demonic Cultivators.
Screams rose and fell, several Demonic Cultivators smashed dead or sent flying on the spot.
Heartless Golden Ape’s body was tall and robust, like golden cast, sensing danger, it abandoned attacking Cang Li, stepping a zhang per stride toward Li Weiyi, golden light on its body growing brighter.
Fist clenched the golden ring on its wrist, releasing over a hundred scriptures.
“Peng!”
Li Weiyi stood unmoving, one palm struck out.
The two bodies differed over tenfold in size.
Heartless Golden Ape’s physical body power was tyrannical, nearly forming a Dao Body, but in a head-on clash, after being received by Li Weiyi standing in place, it was instead pressed back.
“Peng! Peng…”
With every step Heartless Golden Ape retreated, the ground cracked in a large piece, finally its back slamming into the city wall.
That small human body possessed such extreme power.
The next moment, Heartless Golden Ape’s wrist was grabbed, the entire ape flung flying by Li Weiyi.
One foot kicked its chest, a jade cauldron light shadow flashing underfoot.
“Peng!”
Heartless Golden Ape’s body like a golden mini-mountain, kicked flying a hundred meters, knocking over many Martial Cultivators on the street.
It wore armor, not too severely injured, immediately stood up, four arms waving, roaring long at Li Weiyi, the roar turning into a gale.
Cang Li stared at Li Weiyi in the plaza center, seeing on him a trace of the aura only possessed by strong practitioners like Luan Sheng Lin You, suddenly bursting into laughter… aggravating his wounds, then low muffled hum, trembling body sitting on the ground.
“Zheng!”
“Zheng!”
Li Weiyi stood under the city gate, drawing twin swords, one hand Yellow Dragon, one hand Startled Feather, eyes locking with distant Heartless Golden Ape, heroic poise proud like an unyielding divine peak.
“Hua!”
Startled Feather Sword slashed out.
Sword Qi turned into myriad feathers, sweeping a swath of Tian Ya Ridge Demonic Cultivators, blood flowers like a waterfall.
“Ao!”
Watching the enraged charging Heartless Golden Ape, Li Weiyi stepped with Yellow Dragon Ascends to Heaven footwork, leaving the street, charging toward Dragon Palace and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting clashing above a palace hall-style building.
Behind, Heartless Golden Ape pursued relentlessly.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting spotted him from afar, unusual brilliance in her eyes under the wooden mask, clearly incredulous.
Distance to Dragon Palace growing closer.
At twenty zhang distance, Li Weiyi’s first Battle Intent Divine Shadow rose behind him, followed by the second, third…
When distance to Dragon Palace was only ten zhang, all six Battle Intents fully manifested.
Dragon Palace’s sharp eyes naturally knew the comer was no small fry, he raised his arm gathering energy, striking out a space-distorting palm seal. Simultaneously, a five-zhang-long Azure Dragon Battle Intent accompanied the palm seal, sinuously flying toward Li Weiyi.
“Ao!”
The sword edge Li Weiyi swung also emitted a deafening Dragon’s Roar, a Yellow Dragon condensing, unstoppable momentum directly piercing the Azure Dragon.
After the Yellow Dragon light shadow repelled Dragon Palace.
The next instant, Startled Feather Sword and Li Weiyi’s true body arrived above Dragon Palace.
Dragon Palace took a deep breath, tiger eyes blazing, Bronze War Spear swung out, dense scriptures erupting on the spear shaft, colliding with Startled Feather Sword.
“Hong!”
Scriptures burst in all directions amid magic energy ripples.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting dashed forward, one finger breaking Dragon Palace’s protective magic energy, striking his golden armor slightly concave. Finger force penetrated the armor, hitting the true body, sending Dragon Palace flying backwards.
“How to fight?” she asked.
“Fight together, beat him to death.”
Li Weiyi, Zuo Qiu Hong Ting, Dragon Palace three tangled in melee, magic energy and scriptures dense into a chaotic cloud.
The two occasionally swung a sword or palm at Heartless Golden Ape.
Ordinary Successor Level Martial Cultivators couldn’t squeeze into the three’s battle circle.
Clearly their first team-up, yet they coordinated seamlessly, as if minds linked.
After over a dozen exchanges.
Dragon Palace beaten with no escape, forcibly taking Li Weiyi’s sword and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s palm, hair crown falling, spitting blood, disheveled hair as he crashed rolling onto the street.
His golden armor shattered, chest and abdomen bleeding.
Just then.
Heavily injured Yin Eleven, pursued and killed by Luan Sheng Lin You to this place.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s Daoist Robe turned blood-red, standing on the flying eaves of a building on the left side of Qiankun Grand Avenue, holding a Dao Ruler, second Battle Intent “Life and Death Eight Trigrams Seal” suspended above her head, gaze shifting from Dragon Palace to Luan Sheng Lin You.
Li Weiyi flashed to appear on the wall of a shop on the right side of Qiankun Grand Avenue, taking off the cloth bag at his waist, throwing it toward the street.
“Peng!”
Cloth Bag hit the ground, an Ash Spirit head rolling out.
“Luan Sheng Lin You, you’re next!” Li Weiyi naturally had the confidence to say this, because he had already seen on the city wall the shadows of seven insect swarm torrents.
Martial Cultivators near this street all stopped, looking toward the few with the strongest aura in the central area.
Yin Eleven was both excited and afraid, a mere ordinary Successor Martial Cultivator like him caught in the Battle Intent Field of four top masters, naturally panicking.
“You rose too fast, somewhat beyond my expectations!”
Luan Sheng Lin You hands behind back, glancing at Qi Jin’s head on the ground, his usually calm eyes surging with chill, magic energy underfoot spreading like thick fog.
“Hua!”
Green Luan and Qilin two Battle Intents manifested behind him, the former spreading wings crying, the latter raising hooves long howling.
“Brother Weiyi, we’re here!”
Shi Shishi roared loudly, with Bai Shu, seven Phoenix Wing Moth Emperors, leading seven fierce insect torrents, flying over the heads of Cang Li, Li Ling, Jiang Ning, Yang Qingxi, Yin Shisan, Zhuang Yue and other Martial Cultivators under the city gate, sweeping straight toward Qiankun Grand Avenue.
Qi Xiao lifted his blade, standing up from the pile of corpses, looking up in shock, mouth involuntarily cursing something, but drowned by insect cries, inaudible.
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Monthly Ticket!
