CHAPTER 311: CHAPTER 308: ATTACK ON IMPERIAL CAPITAL_1

"Is this the Emperor’s Stone?"

Huo Qubing picked up the golden stone and examined it carefully. Finding it useless to a Martial Artist, he placed it in his storage ring, intending to give it to Qin Wudao upon his return. If it weren’t for Qin Wudao’s command, he wouldn’t even bother picking up an Emperor’s Stone with only commemorative significance!

Then, he stood quietly in the Void. He didn’t return to the Qin Dynasty Divine Court, for he knew that an even more powerful Martial Artist was stationed in the Imperial Capital.

A gust of wind blew, and the world fell silent. Everyone was lost in the scene of the Fire Kirin Emperor’s fall, unable to recover for a long time. A Great Emperor Realm Martial Artist, gone just like that?

"It’s over! It’s all over!"

In the Imperial City, the Divine Emperor of the Sea collapsed, his face etched with despair. The karmic consequences of an Emperor Realm expert’s fall were not something the small Ancient Sea Court could bear. Whether the Qin Dynasty Divine Court won or the Kylin Holy Land won, they were doomed.

The Second and Fourth Patriarchs of the Sea exchanged a look, their faces filled with bitterness. The trouble they faced this time was beyond their ability to resolve!

Did we win?

Zhao Yun, lying on the ground, had witnessed the Fire Kirin Emperor’s demise. Just as he was about to stand, he heard Guo Jia’s voice in his ear, "Don’t get up! The danger isn’t over yet!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately stilled, remaining prone on the ground.

After two minutes, the gradually healing Void shattered once more, and a violent aura billowed out from the spatial rift.

The Kylin Great Emperor’s voice thundered across the sky, brimming with a bone-chilling killing intent that made one’s soul freeze. "Huo Qubing, no matter who is behind you, you will die!"

Huo Qubing’s brow twitched slightly as he tightened his grip on his war spear. He wasn’t the least bit surprised by the Kylin Great Emperor’s arrival. He had sensed it the moment the Kylin Great Emperor made his move!

"Kylin Sword, strike!"

The Kylin Great Emperor attacked the instant he flew out of the spatial rift. Brandishing his sword, he struck from above, unleashing a ten-thousand-foot Sword Qi that split heaven and earth. Immense majesty emanated from the Sword Qi. Vaguely, one could see a furious Kylin within the Sword Qi, its eyes wide, pouncing down ferociously.

"Block!"

Huo Qubing stepped back with his right foot into a lunge stance, holding his war spear before his chest. It emanated a crimson glow, forming a screen of light.

BOOM!

The Sword Qi descended, morphing into a Fire Kylin at the moment of impact, swallowing Huo Qubing whole.

However, in the next breath, a war spear shot out from the Fire Kylin’s body, blasting it apart. It exploded into a shower of fiery sparks, like a rain of fire, that rained down. Each spark that landed on the ground blasted a crater hundreds of feet deep.

"Kill!"

The Kylin Great Emperor’s eyes were bloodshot, his body wreathed in fire. Like a man-eating beast, he flew towards Huo Qubing. With the Kylin Sword in hand, he unleashed power far greater than the Fire Kirin Emperor’s.

But Huo Qubing was not to be trifled with. No matter how powerful the Kylin Great Emperor’s attacks were, he easily neutralized them.

The two fought back and forth for thousands of rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

「Imperial Capital!」

It was as bustling as ever, but beneath the festive atmosphere, a subtle tension lingered.

In the royal court, Qin Wudao sat on the imperial throne, his eyes half-closed, fingers tapping the armrest. Those familiar with him knew that this monarch, revered by countless people, was also a little tense at this moment.

The civil and military officials stood below. Aside from occasionally glancing towards the main hall entrance, no one spoke.

They were all waiting for news of victory.

Suddenly, the clear sky darkened. An utterly terrifying pressure descended from above, tearing countless fissures in the Void for a hundred miles around. The Imperial Capital began to shake violently, seemingly plummeting towards the ground. Many buildings collapsed. Fortunately, the city’s inhabitants were all Martial Artists, so none were buried.

"We’re under attack!"

The people swayed unsteadily in the streets, their faces flushed. At this moment, they felt as if they were carrying a God Mountain on their backs, making it difficult to move even an inch.

ROAR!

Nine golden dragons burst forth, soaring into the sky above the Imperial Capital, shielding it from the overwhelming pressure.

Old Ancestor Tianqilin’s figure materialized. Immensely tall and imposing, like a deity in control of life and death, he announced with supreme arrogance, "I hereby declare, the Qin Dynasty Divine Court is annihilated!"

He slowly extended his right hand and pressed down.

A Palm Qi, hundreds of thousands of feet in size, materialized. Radiating a fiery red glow, it was larger than the Imperial Capital itself, obscuring the sun and blanketing the cosmos.

If this palm strike landed, the Imperial Capital would be annihilated.

"Presumptuous!"

From the ranks of military officials, Li Yuanba roared in fury. He transformed into a streak of lightning and shot into mid-air. He retrieved his twin golden hammers from his storage space and clashed them together forcefully.

Lightning flashed, transforming into a Golden Winged Roc tens of thousands of feet long. Riding a sea of thunder, it shattered the colossal Palm Qi that seemed capable of bringing down the heavens.

Old Ancestor Tianqilin was slightly surprised but quickly regained his composure. "Eh? Another Emperor Realm Martial Artist? A pity, just an ordinary one. You can’t stop me!" The aura of an ancient Great Emperor erupted from him completely. He drew an Emperor-grade war sword. Countless fiery Rhymes in Dao permeated the air as he brandished the sword, creating a Sword Qi formed entirely of these Dao Rhymes.

The power of this sword strike was dozens of times stronger than any technique an ordinary Emperor Realm Martial Artist could unleash at full power.

"Bring it on!"

Li Yuanba tilted his head back and roared, his golden eyes blazing with fighting spirit. He activated his Golden Winged Roc bloodline. Golden light blazed forth, exuding an aura of nobility. A pair of enormous wings sprouted from his back. Covered in dense, incredibly hard feathers, they emanated a sharp aura, like countless keen blades.

Golden Roc Wings! This was a Divine Skill of the Golden Winged Roc clan. Each feather could unleash energy several times greater than Li Yuanba’s own.

"Go!"

With a thought from Li Yuanba, countless golden feathers shot out, tearing fissures in the Void. The sight was magnificent.

BOOM!

The two attacks collided. After a brief stalemate, both exploded simultaneously.

"What?"

Old Ancestor Tianqilin was astonished. His full-power attack had been blocked by a mere ordinary Emperor Realm Martial Artist. This reminded him of the soul-spirit clone he had fought at the Kylin Holy Land. What kind of faction was this, to possess two heavenly talents capable of fighting across realms?

"Haha! Exhilarating! Again!"

Li Yuanba roared with laughter. His blood surged through his veins. Gripping his twin golden hammers, he smashed them down with immense force. Empowered by the Law of Power, the attack descended like two meteors falling from the sky.

Under this tremendous power, the Void itself was annihilated.

Faced with such an attack, Old Ancestor Tianqilin’s eyelids twitched. Not daring to meet it head-on, he swiftly dodged to the side.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Li Yuanba bellowed. With a powerful flap of his wings, he transformed into a streak of lightning, appearing beside Old Ancestor Tianqilin. He raised his twin hammers high and brought them crashing down.

This time, Old Ancestor Tianqilin did not evade; instead, he raised his war sword to counter.