CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 280: THE KING’S DUSK_1

After their first victories, the ’Blood Fight Army’ and the ’Ding Yang Army’ continued their onslaught, driving deep into enemy territory and pressing down on the Imperial Capitals of the Thunder Divine Court and the Fenghua Divine Court. Despite the two Divine Courts repeatedly sending troops to intercept them, these efforts failed to achieve any substantive results. Consequently, pandemonium broke loose in the two Divine Courts.

Meanwhile, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei led their troops to the outskirts of Langya Mountain, besieging the seat of the Langya Sect. Having quickly destroyed their protective Formation, the invaders overran the Sect’s final defensive forces.

"According to the court’s assessment, the Langya Sect was supposed to be the toughest to conquer, but it turned out to be the easiest. Life is truly unpredictable!" Guan Yu, while ascending the stone stairs of Langya Mountain, sighed.

Was the Langya Sect powerful? Perhaps not exceptionally so, but certainly not weak. Otherwise, they would not have become the dominant power in the surrounding regions. Surprisingly, this long-established power’s combat tactics fell short compared to those of an ordinary empire’s army.

Decay! Corruption! The Langya Sect did not lose to a powerful enemy; they were defeated by their own weaknesses.

"All we can say is that Yang Andao’s leadership is incompetent!," Zhang Fei remarked casually, observing the surrounding vista.

Guan Yu shook his head. As he was preparing to respond, he suddenly detected a surge of tremendous power from the mountain peak. Soon after, a figure was seen flying off into the distance.

"Is that... Yang Andao?," Guan Yu narrowed his eyes and vanished without a trace.

In the next moment, his figure appeared at the zenith. With an unemotional expression and murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he forcefully swung his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, slashing downward.

"ROAR!"

An azure-colored giant dragon flew out from the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade. With bared fangs and extended claws, it carried a terrifying pressure as it soared toward the fleeing Yang Andao.

Like a bolt of blue lightning, it struck Yang Andao’s back before he could react, splattering blood.

"PTOO!"

Yang Andao screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face twisted with pain.

Guan Yu, Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in hand, left a trail of afterimages in the Void as he appeared before Yang Andao. His chilling killing intent made the very Void tremble.

"I... I won’t run anymore! Spare me! General, spare me!," seeing Guan Yu, who was teeming with murderous intent, Yang Andao’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees in the Void, pleading bitterly.

"Weren’t you escaping? Why are you here?" Guan Yu asked curiously. He had personally witnessed Yang Andao fleeing during the attack on Yellow Sky City and was surprised to find him back at Langya Mountain.

Yang Andao, head bowed, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly handing over more than a dozen spatial rings from his bosom to Guan Yu.

Originally, he had indeed fled, intending to move to other regions. However, thinking of the Sect’s treasures, greed had overcome him, and he decided to take them all with him. Perhaps there were too many treasures in the Langya Sect, or perhaps he was simply too avaricious. Even when the ’Fan Qiu Army’ and ’Chang Ban Army’ were at the mountain gate, he was still in the treasury, selecting valuables.

Guan Yu raised an eyebrow as he accepted the dozen-odd spatial rings. He randomly selected one and, after erasing Yang Andao’s spiritual imprint from it, discovered it was filled with treasures. There were hundreds of thousands of items in total. Although most were common Yellow-grade treasures and not particularly valuable, their sheer quantity was impressive!

"You truly are a piece of work!," Guan Yu said to Yang Andao, his tone somber.

Abusing his power, cowardly and fearful, greedy for riches and women, and obsessed with grandiose achievements... All these undesirable traits could be pinned on Yang Andao. Yet, such a man not only cultivated to the Saint King Realm but also became the master of a Sect. To think, it was truly incredible!

"General, I’ve given you all the treasures. Could you not... Ah, please don’t—" Yang Andao pleaded again. However, before he could finish his words, a dazzling azure blade Qi enlarged before his eyes, splitting his body in half.

Blood spattered. The last successor of the Langya Sect had fallen!

Guan Yu flicked the blood from his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and flew towards the Langya Sect to commence the next phase of his battle plan.

...

"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!"

"The enemy is already outside the city, and you still can’t come up with a solution! What use are you to me?"

The Fenghua Divine Court’s palace was in chaos. Civil and military officials stood in the Great Hall, but a strange expression was on all their faces.

Unaware of this, the Fenghua Divine Emperor sat on his throne, cursing and howling in anger, his furious roars echoing through the hall.

"Your Majesty, I have come up with a plan!," the Prime Minister stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said cryptically.

"What is the plan?" the Fenghua Divine Emperor asked hurriedly.

"Surrender Your Majesty’s head to save the lives of the civil and military officials and spare the people of the Imperial Capital from the woes of war!," the Prime Minister enunciated each word carefully.

With every word he spoke, the Fenghua Divine Emperor’s face darkened. After hearing the Prime Minister’s words, he finally exploded, "Are you planning to rebel?"

An awe-inspiring Imperial might filled the hall, causing many ministers to kneel, their faces revealing fear. However, the Prime Minister, the Great General, the Grand Commandant, the Imperial Tutor, and others standing at the front remained unmoving.

"Your Majesty, your sacrifice will be remembered by your humble servant! And by the millions of citizens of the Imperial Capital!," the Prime Minister said with a smile, releasing an aura from his body that was not inferior to the Fenghua Divine Emperor’s.

Following this, the Great General, the Grand Commandant, and others unleashed their formidable auras, pressing down on the Fenghua Divine Emperor, causing the small court hall to collapse abruptly.

"You’re all courting death!," the Fenghua Divine Emperor roared, rushing out of the ruins, seething with anger. Wielding his Imperial sword, two golden dragons coiling around him, he transformed into a maelstrom of sharp Sword Qi and attacked the Prime Minister and the others.

Death! They all must die! All these rebellious ministers and traitors—none shall escape!

"Attack!," the Prime Minister commanded, a fierce killing intent flaring in his eyes. His formidable aura surged, reaching the intermediate stage of the Second Transformation Saint King Realm, only slightly weaker than the Fenghua Divine Emperor.

But he was not the only one intent on killing the Fenghua Divine Emperor!

The Great General, the Grand Commandant, the Grand Censor, and others all possessed the strength of First Transformation Saint Kings. United in their assault, even the Fenghua Divine Emperor, with his peak Second Transformation Saint King Realm strength, could not resist for long.

BOOM!

The sword light was dazzling, and countless torrents of Sword Qi enveloped the Imperial Capital.

The enormous commotion awakened the Fenghua Divine Court’s ancestor, who was in seclusion in the palace. Courting death! The power of the Third Transformation Saint King Realm erupted from him, shaking the very heavens.

Before he could attack, however, from four massive building complexes in the Imperial Capital, four auras of Third Transformation Saint King strength erupted, suppressing the Fenghua Divine Court’s ancestor.

The shockwaves of war had shattered imperial prestige!

Millions of citizens of the Imperial Capital fled in panic; this once prosperous city had lost all its luster.

A quarter of an hour later, the Emperor’s blood tinted the sky red!

The Fortune Golden Dragon wailed, its desolate cry stirring sorrow in countless hearts. The Fortune Sea, once ten thousand zhang wide, dissipated by more than half.

"Though I die, none of you rebellious officials and traitors will meet a good end!," the gravely wounded Fenghua Divine Emperor snarled, looking at the familiar yet alien faces around him.

Killed by his own ministers! Such a disgrace! A disgrace that can never be washed away!

The faint sunlight penetrated the bloody mist, shining on the Fenghua Divine Emperor. This ruler of the Divine Court was heading into the twilight of his life.

The Prime Minister stepped forward, took the Fenghua Divine Emperor’s head, and headed out of the city...