CHAPTER 443: CHAPTER 437: CONTINUOUS FALL_1

Upon the four heavenly pillars stood four Emperor Realm Martial Artists from the Qionghua Sacred Land, dressed in magnificent robes and wielding various combat weapons.

"Let this Ancestor test if the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court is as fearsome as the rumors claim!" a silver-haired old woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her expression icy, declared as she drew the Soft Sword she wore at her side.

Suddenly, the sword glowed brilliantly. Countless sword flowers danced in the air, scattering a piercing aura as they rained down upon the earth. The crisp ring of the sword shook the heavens and the earth!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Three more terrifying auras surged skyward. Emperor Dao Laws tore through the Void, blanketing the world, suffused with a potent life force that reawakened all things. Grass and flowers bloomed, and for a moment, it was as if the depths of winter had given way to early spring. The barren mountain peaks transformed into lush green forests, teeming with vitality. Countless exotic flowers burst into bloom across the land, a riot of colors, exuding wisps of Spiritual Energy, as if one had stepped into an Immortal Realm.

Of course, all of this was merely a phenomenon! To turn a desert into a verdant oasis was beyond the capabilities of even an Immortal Realm Martial Artist; it violated the natural laws of evolution.

RUMBLE!

The Qionghua Sacred Land Disciples within the phenomenon felt their strength surge; many advanced by a minor realm. Furthermore, the most terrifying aspect was the potent healing effect. Many injured Qionghua Sacred Land Disciples, as long as their wounds were not fatal, could recover rapidly.

"Haha, brothers, with me, charge!"

The Qionghua Sacred Land Disciples roared, as if wildly invigorated, fearlessly charging forward again and again, inflicting some losses on the Qin army. Bodies of Qin soldiers began to litter the ground, lying in pools of blood, having bid farewell to the world forever.

"Courting death!" Seeing his men slaughtered, Zhang Fei became enraged. He soared into the air, opened his mouth wide, and unleashed a furious roar.

"ROAR!"

His roar was like a thunderclap, shattering clouds for thousands of miles! Wherever the sound wave passed, all phenomena disintegrated, revealing the ravaged earth beneath. Tens of thousands of Qionghua Sacred Land Disciples bore the brunt of it, exploding into mists of blood, their bodies and bones utterly gone. Perhaps because so many had died, the Void itself was dyed red.

Atop a heavenly pillar, a Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s expression changed drastically, and she hastily retreated.

RUMBLE!

The moment she left the heavenly pillar, the mountain peak beneath her feet exploded, disintegrating into dust that drifted in the Void.

What a formidable sonic martial technique!

Seeing this, the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s expression shifted multiple times, finally settling into one of profound relief. Thankfully, she had retreated quickly; otherwise, her fate would likely have been the same as that mountain peak—body shattered, unable to move!

She then looked at the burly, heavily bearded Zhang Fei, her heart filled with gravity. Although they were both Emperor Realm Martial Artists, she felt an immense pressure from Zhang Fei, as if their strengths were not on the same level.

"Harridan, come and fight your Grandpa Zhang!" Zhang Fei’s boisterous, unrestrained voice carried for a thousand miles. The content of his words made the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s face darken, and she nearly choked with rage.

What an insolent man!

"Myriad Flower Sword Art!" The Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor suppressed her fury, her eyes blazing with a dazzling killing intent. A vast ocean of Sword Qi formed, creating a sea of swords in the sky that surged towards Zhang Fei. Resplendent blossoms of Sword Qi, interconnected and vast, seemed capable of destroying all things in the world.

"Bring it on!" Zhang Fei laughed with cold abandon, his black hair whipping about, his gaze terrifying. He brandished his Zhangba Serpent Spear, which formed an immense, ten-thousand-zhang celestial serpent above him. It flicked its forked tongue, its scales bristling, emitting an ebony light.

"HISS!"

The celestial serpent soared into the sky, riding dark clouds. Its massive maw opened wide, revealing razor-sharp fangs, and it swallowed the sky-full of Sword Qi. Then, it fixed its gaze upon the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor, its crimson eyes filled with pitilessness and malice. With a powerful lash of its tail, it shattered hundreds of miles of the Void and shot towards her.

The Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s heart leaped, and she hastily dodged.

Meanwhile, Guan Yu, Huang Zhong, and Ma Chao also launched their attacks, shattering all the remaining phenomena. Without the enhancement from the phenomena, the Qionghua Sacred Land Disciples once again fell to a disadvantage.

"Deploy the Immortal-Slaying Ballistae!" a commander of the Ding Yang Army gave the loud order.

The arrow formations parted, and thirty thousand Immortal-Slaying Ballistae were pushed to the forefront. Operated by soldiers, they unleashed volleys of enormous crossbow bolts. The bowstrings twanged like sudden thunderclaps!

The Qionghua Sacred Land forces on the plain were pierced by the massive bolts, torn apart, and died in droves. Flowing blood soaked into the yellow sand, turning it into a muddy mire.

Perhaps next year, blood-colored flowers will bloom there.

High above, eight Emperor Realm Martial Artists were locked in furious combat. Every move and every stance could shatter Changkong, and the violent aftershocks turned the sky into a forbidden zone; even a peak Semi-Emperor Martial Artist stepping within would be pulverized.

"Azure Dragon Dances the Heavens!"

On one battlefield, Guan Yu slashed down with his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade. An Azure Dragon Saber Qi tore through the air, sending the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor he was battling flying.

"PUFF!"

The blasted Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor spat a mouthful of blood; the tiger’s mouth of her hand was torn, and both her arms trembled violently. But before she could even catch her breath, Guan Yu launched his second assault, his blade sundering the universe.

Subconsciously, the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor tried to dodge, but Guan Yu’s attack was too swift. She failed to evade it completely, and her right arm was severed.

"AAAAH—" The Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor shrieked, her face utterly drained of color.

"It’s time to end this!" Guan Yu’s cold voice echoed in her ears.

Immediately after, she saw a sharp blade of Saber Qi magnify before her eyes, accompanied by a resonant dragon’s roar. The next instant, the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor lost consciousness, her body split in two...

An Emperor Realm Martial Artist—fallen!

Guan Yu stood a thousand zhang away, his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in his right hand, his left hand smoothing his disheveled beard. He calmly surveyed the other battlefields.

A hundred li away, Huang Zhong nocked an arrow to his bow. The Laws of the Arrow Path surged, coalescing into an arrowhead that was blood-red and wreathed in faint flames.

"Arrow Path: One Star Sweeps the World!"

"WHOOSH!"

The arrow tore through the air, spinning rapidly through the Void as it sped towards the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor.

Not good!

The Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s pupils constricted violently; the blood in her veins turned to ice. She whirled and fled, leaving a trail of afterimages in the Void. But no matter where she fled, the arrow followed relentlessly. And it drew closer, ever closer!

"No—"

Finally, with a horrific scream, the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestor’s chest was pierced by the arrow. All her internal organs were turned to Voidness.

Another Emperor Realm Martial Artist—fallen!

Witnessing two Emperor Realm Martial Artists die so tragically, the Qionghua Sacred Land Ancestors fighting Zhang Fei and Ma Chao felt their minds fall into turmoil, and the thought of retreat began to sprout. In battles between experts, the slightest distraction can lead to a fatal crisis. This internal hesitation affected their techniques, allowing Zhang Fei and Ma Chao to seize the opening and deliver fatal blows.

BANG! BANG!

Two mists of blood dyed the Heavenly Universe red.

At this point, all four Emperor Realm Martial Artists from the Qionghua Sacred Land had fallen.

On the battlefield below, Bu Pei, who served as commander, turned deathly pale. A trace of despair and panic flickered in her beautiful eyes. With the Emperor Realm Martial Artists fallen, is there still any chance of victory in this battle?

The answer is...