Chapter 249: Defeat Like A Mountain Collapsing
On the sea, a hundred thousand lanterns surrounded the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.
Radiant like a sea of stars.
The Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion had only seven stories, but each story was over ten zhang high, making the entire tower as massive as a mountain.
The tower top was hundreds of meters from the ground, with low clouds and fierce winds, making the bright moon appear even larger, illuminating the lapis lazuli tiles to shine brilliantly, like the golden roof of an immortal palace.
“Boom!”
The three at the tower top shifted forms unpredictably.
Magic energy clashed, war weapons striking like thunder.
Luan Sheng Lin You controlled the intent light shadows of the green luan and qilin beasts, clashing against Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s “Peaches and Plums Fill the World” and “Eight Trigrams Seal Life and Death Seal,” shaking her so that her feet skidded back across the lapis lazuli tiles, nearly falling into the sea.
She was badly injured; even after taking healing pills, her combat power was greatly reduced, far from her peak state.
Luan Sheng Lin You wanted to strike down Zuo Qiu Hong Ting first, but after just three steps in pursuit, a long sword cry came from overhead.
Li Weiyi descended like a visitor from beyond the heavens, holding twin swords in a dive, with a divine movement talisman on his chest, his speed comparable to Luan Sheng Lin You.
The twin swords slashed down like two divine waterfalls.
“Bang bang!”
Luan Sheng Lin You wielded his staff to counter, blocking Li Weiyi’s sword momentum.
“Life and Death Slash!”
Directly ahead, Zuo Qiu Hong Ting swept her dao ruler horizontally, extending it to over ten zhang long, with green glow and densely packed scriptures emerging together.
Luan Sheng Lin You’s eyes sharpened; after repelling Li Weiyi, his silver staff melted into countless liquid droplets. The droplets shot out rapidly, transforming mid-flight into dozens of sharp silver shuttles.
Li Weiyi, flung into mid-air, had sharp eyes and unleashed the Startled Feather Sword, its sword edge releasing countless feather-shaped sword qi.
The Yellow Dragon Sword blocked horizontally in defense.
Most silver shuttles were blocked, with only a few landing on his body, colliding with the nine hundred-plus scriptures on his skin, unable to penetrate Li Weiyi’s defense.
Blood Handprint Demonic Armor was a ninth-grade hundred-character artifact.
However, the impact from the silver shuttles was like fists pounding his body, shaking Li Weiyi off the top of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion into mid-air hundreds of meters above the sea surface.
Once he fell, leaving the battlefield, by the time he returned, Zuo Qiu Hong Ting might already be killed.
Luan Sheng Lin You’s strategy was to break them one by one.
Against two, his chances of victory were slim.
“Roar!”
As Li Weiyi flew out, a yellow dragon light shadow appeared underfoot, then he stepped through the void, sliding from dragon tail to dragon head, flashing back like lightning.
The Yellow Dragon Ascends to Heaven movement technique had been cultivated to a more profound level, moving as the heart desired, with battle intent on the verge of being cultivated.
“Bang!”
Meanwhile, Luan Sheng Lin You struck the dao ruler with his palm, his body forced back repeatedly by the power on the dao ruler. Sensing Li Weiyi attacking from behind, his eyes darkened; his body leaped upward, rushing into the sky to escape the pincer attack.
Luan Sheng Lin You stepped on the green luan light shadow, charging straight up.
Zuo Qiu Hong Ting stepped on flower rain, Li Weiyi had dragon shadows one after another underfoot; the two pursued relentlessly, always combining to strike Luan Sheng Lin You, as if fighting all the way to the clouds above.
However, with their cultivation, such fighting consumed magic energy extremely quickly.
This was precisely Luan Sheng Lin You’s strategy of “using one’s strengths to exhaust the enemy’s weaknesses”—he saw that Zuo Qiu Hong Ting’s magic energy was already depleted, while Li Weiyi had just arrived at the Sixth Sea.
“Lend me your magic energy.”
Li Weiyi took out the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal; both injected magic energy into it simultaneously.
“Boom!”
Above the sky dome, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
From the seal, over a dozen bright purple lightning bolts burst out, shattering the green luan battle intent light shadow under Luan Sheng Lin You’s feet. Several bolts struck his body.
Losing the green luan battle intent to support him, plus the lightning disrupting his internal magic energy flow, Luan Sheng Lin You plummeted straight toward the sea surface hundreds of meters below.
Just as he was about to crash into the sea surface…
With a “whoosh,” a pair of massive green wings unfolded from his back.
They were real flesh-and-blood wings, several zhang long, burning with green flames; wherever they flew, they stirred up waves several meters high. Emerging with the green wings was a vast demon cloud.
Horns of a qilin grew on Luan Sheng Lin You’s forehead; his demon race side finally revealed itself, his might becoming even more terrifying.
…
The jade chariot pulled by five snow dragon flood dragons stopped.
Tang Wan Qiu jumped down from the carriage, gazing toward the south side sky where purple lightning and figures flickered, filled with longing.
After a long while, the thunder arrived belatedly.
From inside the carriage, Tang Wanzhou’s voice rang out: “You have already lost the qualification to enter the venue. Even if you go and win, you won’t get any rewards or become a hidden dragon. Instead, there’s the risk of dying on the battlefield—it’s not worth it.”
Tang Wan Qiu said: “After refining the thousand year snow marrow, my injuries have recovered thirty percent in a short time. I can maintain peak state for six or seven moves—I think that’s enough! This trip is not to compete for hidden dragon, but for revenge.”
“With such resolve, how can I not help you? Take my Divine Snow Sword and use Long Dian’s blood to wash away the frost from the Northern Territory on its edge.”
From the jade chariot, a hand white as congealed fat formed a sword finger and beckoned forward.
“Ching!”
The Divine Snow Sword flew out of its sheath, bursting through the carriage curtain and embedding in the street center ten zhang away, its vibrating cry piercingly resonant throughout the city.
From the sword tip as the starting point, the entire street was covered in white frost.
“Where the person is, the sword is; it will not be lost.”
Tang Wan Qiu picked up the long sword, leaped into the void, arcing toward the brightly lit Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.
…
Li Weiyi and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting exchanged a glance, no longer led by Luan Sheng Lin You; they turned into two afterimages, rushing toward the seaside where Ge Xian Tong was trapped.
As expected.
Luan Sheng Lin You no longer led them upward but dove toward the seaside to intercept.
Meanwhile, Yin Ten had just fully activated the ghost flag, summoning a ten-zhang-tall ghost general from it, finally gaining some confidence, and challenged: “Who will fight me?”
Ming Nian Sheng glanced at the ghost general: “Ten zhang tall—that’s Dao Seed Realm level. It really doesn’t violate the rules?”
“What do you know? If I had Dao Seed Realm cultivation, the ghost general I summoned wouldn’t be ten zhang—it would be twenty zhang, thirty zhang…”
Yin Eleven waved the ghost flag.
The ten-zhang-tall ghost general let out a long howl and charged the enemy group, spewing Du Ling Cold Fire from its mouth.
Tan Tai Jing held a staff, standing at the center of a hundred-meter-diameter formation disk, floating in mid-air, using mind power to transmit a command to fourteen of the twenty-eight Calamity Fire Realm great mind masters.
The twenty-eight Calamity Fire Realm great mind masters were all peak powerhouses below spirit mind masters, positioned in a circle according to the formation disk.
Facing the ten-zhang-tall ghost general, fourteen great mind masters stepped forward, beams of light shooting from their brows, weaving into a formation seal that blocked the Du Ling Cold Fire.
The ghost general changed its battle technique, wielding its war halberd to strike.
From the fourteen great mind masters’ brows flew dense runes, directly attacking the ghost general’s true body.
Yin Eleven was facing fourteen Calamity Fire Realm great mind masters at once for the first time; they came from different factions with imperfect coordination, but already possessed the strength to counter Dao Seed Realm powerhouses.
“Fourteen are already this formidable… How strong must Ge Xian Tong be?” Yin Eleven was horrified, unable to imagine such an existence in the Five Seas Realm.
Tan Tai Jing and Ming Nian Sheng wanted to ask the same question.
They had thought this lineup could suppress and kill Ge Xian Tong in an instant.
In the Ash Region, Ge Xian Tong exerted all his strength to uphold the White Mist world, one day and one moon ceaselessly operating overhead, dissipating attacking power from all directions.
His Sun Moon Battle Intent grew stronger against stronger foes, transferring attack power to counter with borrowed force, unafraid of encirclement.
Of course, even the strongest defense had limits.
Ge Xian Tong’s body was already covered in wounds, his skin cracked like porcelain, his dao body unable to endure.
At that moment, he sensed the formation weakening and naturally seized the opportunity. His eyes snapped open, pupils one day and one moon, shooting two brilliant beams that struck the overhead formation disk.
From his lower abdomen’s ancestral field position, five golden lights flew out in succession.
“Bang! Bang…”
Each golden light contained a foot-long diamond-shaped golden pillar inside, flying to five directions and striking the five beast-headed departed spirit powerhouses from the Nether Realm of the Dead out of the formation area.
The five golden lights returned, combining in his hand into a five-foot-long golden whip.
Densely packed tiny scriptures emerged on the golden whip, its glow brilliantly intense, its might shaking the formation disk unceasingly.
“Not good, he wields the Kang Long Whip…”
Tan Tai Jing cried out in alarm.
Ge Xian Tong raised the whip, body wrapped in golden light, charging straight up; after piercing the formation disk with one strike, he dove furiously downward in rage.
Tan Tai Jing hurriedly wielded her staff, striking out a formation seal.
“Bang!”
The formation seal shattered like paper under the golden whip.
In the next instant, the second whip thrust out; Tan Tai Jing’s head exploded, turning into a headless corpse that fell into the small Ash Region below.
Ge Xian Tong looked at his skin full of cracks and blood, scanned the panicked great mind masters, and finally fixed his gaze on Yin Eleven: “I remember your aid! If there’s a chance, come to Lingxiao City with Li Weiyi—I’ll treat.”
“Boom!”
Ge Xian Tong’s gaze turned to Ming Nian Sheng, who upheld battle intent; instantly, fury blazing, he stomped a large pit in the ground, his form faster than lightning as he dashed overhead and whipped down.
Ming Nian Sheng summoned hundreds of departed spirit ghostly shadows, forming a ghost cloud, but it shattered with a boom under one whip.
Moments later.
With a “bang,” Ming Nian Sheng’s body was severed by one whip, turning into two severed corpses.
“Do you all think you’re Li Weiyi one by one? Am I that easy to provoke?”
Ge Xian Tong ignored the remaining great mind masters and the fleeing Five Ghosts, whip in hand, treading waves toward the battlefield of Luan Sheng Lin You, Li Weiyi, and Zuo Qiu Hong Ting.
Among the younger generation, only those three piqued his interest.
…
“Long Dian, withstand one sword condensed from the resentment of hundreds of Five Seas Realm martial cultivators’ wronged souls from Snow Sword Tang Court.”
Tang Wan Qiu held the Divine Snow Sword, accompanied by flying snow and frost, descending from over ten zhang high, slashing out a divine sword qi radiance.
Long Dian had just burst out from the Thirty-Six Lightning Array when he felt the bone-piercing cold from Tang Wan Qiu’s sword edge, freezing pain on his cheek; he immediately swung his halberd to block.
“Boom!”
The ground underfoot caved into a deep pit.
Pain came from Long Dian’s chest; looking down, his golden armor was cracked, blood overflowing from the fissures.
The 120,000-jin bronze war spear in his hand was severed into two by one sword. The entire street behind him turned white, covered in thick frost.
“Divine Snow… Sword…”
Long Dian gritted his teeth; spatial power erupted from his ancestral field, his body shooting back like a projectile, distancing himself from Tang Wan Qiu and Lu Cangsheng.
His gaze turned to the battlefield.
There, Heartless Golden Ape and Cang Jin fell one after another, their corpses gnawed by the insect swarm; the Western Ash Region Faction’s martial cultivators showed signs of rout.
Defeat like a landslide described the current situation.
Just half an hour ago, it had been a one-sided favorable situation—why had Li Weiyi suddenly appeared in the must-win Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival?
