Chapter 731: Sharp Blades Make Swift Work
Translator: Transn : Transn
Because of their defeat during the first war on the river, the Revolutionary Army was left with only a few ships. Thus, they carefully selected only the elites—the top-tier masters formed the main attack with Peerless Master Pros assisting or guarding the ships, while the bottom-tier masters would bring the selected resuscitation experts to help protect the ship. Flying Birds cannot fly across the Nu River and the River itself hid many other terrifying monsters. If the ships were to be destroyed, the warriors attacking the altar would lose their mode of retreat and fall into despair!
With so many capable men on the ships, the intense honing of temperaments and vigorous passion, filled the air as their fiery spirits soared into the skies and formed vast and majestic clouds of spirit.
After traversing the river for a long time, they finally saw the altar. It was partially submerged in the river as if connected to the River’s bottom, yet showed no sign of intrusion by monsters. The part of the altar above water was at least nine stories high. It had a heavenly color and was engraved with many bizarre words and strange images of gods. A faint yet sacred light was circling the tower, snaking along dense, meridian vessels like “webbing” toward the highest part of the altar—its core!
Crown Prince Shen Yunqing was sitting cross-legged, holding the Sword of Emperors. His eyes were half-closed, his breath intimidating, looking like the heaven-chosen Emperor to rule all people. In front of him was the altar’s ninth story. It was half his height, built purely with precious metals, golden in color, and inlaid with a mosaic of yellow letters filled with blood characters.
Some of the Exterior experts of the Cult of the Gory Seas were assembled tightly in the center of the altar’s ninth story as if success was within reach very soon!
“The Altar can be used soon, at most it will take the time to boil half a kettle of tea.” Qi Zhengyan, who was standing beside Du Huaishang and Meng Qi, cautiously said. “Kill as few people as possible because each person killed is like a sacrifice offered to the altar—it will help it finish as soon as possible and link the Ninth underground level.”
The Revolutionary Army’s experts of the Exterior were very experienced in driving the ship by now. Using distraction by Devil Qi, they stopped right outside the enemy’s attacking radius.
Du Huaiqi spoke seriously, with an expression of suspicion:
“We cannot delay any longer! Sound the war drums! Follow the plan!”
“Thump, thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump!”
The drums thundered loudly, covering the roar of the Nu River. The Army of Naval Conquests, the Nine Mountains Army, the Overlay Prince, and the Army of Progenies each had soldiers sweeping out. They separated into the left and the right, trod on driftwood, and attacked the Altar from both sides. Marquis of Wutong, General Kou Jin and General of the Southern Theatre Dou Qing, and Minister Liu of the infantry, who were defending the altar retreated.
On the other hand, the soldiers located everywhere on the altar, under the leadership of experts of the Exterior, stood in different cardinal direction, sacrificed their bloody Vital Spirit, combined with the protective spell, and surrounded the altar with foggy blood yellow layers of defense and dense atmosphere, blocking off most of the gazes.
Du Gushi was dressed in a brocade robe and a black cloak, and held a Zhangba golden gun. Being unusually tall, he looked as if he was the center of the heaven and earth as he stood in the protective spell, giving off an intimidating and imposing momentum.
With a wave of his sleeve, Immortal Wanshi took out his long sword and flicked it. Pieces of floating wood were added to the vast river, and he flew across it, stepping on the wood. He hacked his sword at Du Gushi!
The sword light shone and the River water immediately parted, exposing the sinister and impatient monsters in the depths. Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei, Qi Zhengyan, and Du Huaishang followed closely, while Ruan Yushu remained on the boat, using the Thousand-mile Massacre Tunes to fortify the tune’s radius and help from afar. People like Zhao Heng and Hu Zhigao defended the sides, preventing ambushes from the imperial court.
Even though he didn’t know the Law Phenomenon, Du Gushi was like a God who can support the skies. He took a step out of the altar and immediately shook his golden gun. Each shake turned into a shot, and each shot combined with the protective spell’s Yin-Yang Shift. Suddenly, the skies darkened. Meng Qi felt as if the “numerous stars in the sky” were falling, dragging out their illuminating tail, and completely enclosing him. He could no longer see the altar nor Du Gushi!
“With the help of Formation, it is as if he could block all of us alone!” Meng Qi’s mind was filled with this thought. As the might of the Martial Monarch is as such, it is no wonder the gun skills were unparalleled!
With the help of Dissimilated Man, the Formation’s intrinsic defense, and the corner momentum of the many Junk ships outside the Altar, Meng Qi suspected that the fighting would not end even after a full day and night, much less within the time to boil half a kettle of tea.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Immortal Wanshi, Jiang Zhiwei, and Qi Zhengyan each utilized their best sword art techniques and strained to block Du Gushi’s gunshot.
At this moment, Du Huaishang mentioned the “Sword of the Divine Mandate” with a deadpan face. The breath all over his body, the Vital Spirit, as well as the stirring Force of Heaven and Earth all integrated into the sword body.
He had resolutely chosen to use the divine weapons as soon as the battle began!
In front of the ninth story of the Altar, the wholehearted Crown Prince Shen Yunqing never thought that Du Huaishang would be so reckless and straightforward. He was too late to use the Saber of the Emperor.
“Did he not have a plan for retreat?
“He’s not defending against the Saber of the Emperor?”
“By the grace of God, decide my destiny with your words!”
Waves of holy voices rumbled across the sky, a flaming golden sword light powerfully cut to the Altar, all the meteors across the sky extinguished, the wide river split into two, and the underwater monsters scrambled to hide. There was danger everywhere!
“Thud!”
The sword light forced Du Gushi to retreat as the aftershock overturned boats. It never stopped, hitting directly on the bloody yellow protective spell.
A piercing sound was heard as the protective spell was slashed open. Teams of soldiers and experts of the Exterior outside the cardinal hall immediately turned into a bloody fog that seeped into the altar.
The altar’s protective spell, which had been hurriedly arranged in just two days, could not compare with the battalion built with great effort and time. It was thus destroyed with just one strike of the sword!
Du Huaishang’s face immediately lost its color, but taking advantage of the mess surrounding the altar, he took out the elixir and drank it. Quickly, his breath returned to normal. Even though he lost his ability to use the divine weapon and attack wholeheartedly, he at least still retained the ability to protect himself. The shape of the Grand Sun Golden Crow appeared behind him, causing the river water to evaporate and melting the enemies.
After trying, Meng Qi found that the extra Immortality Elixir of East Pole belonged to the seal, just like the main material of the divine weapons, and cannot be used by Du Huaishang.
With the protective spell broken, Du Gushi’s power and momentum were immediately reduced. Even so, he was still as imposing as God, looking spirited, sharp and arrogant. With a flick, his long spear transformed into streams of shooting stars, flying toward Qi Zhengyan.
Yes, he targeted Qi Zhengyan first, not Immortal Wanshi. For some reason, he clearly and strongly believed that this man who looked like him was the most dangerous!
The bright meteors were all extremely lifelike, falling like raindrops. They were all full of explosive energy and penetrating power. Anybody who resisted them would be shattered.
The airwaves turned tumultuous before the attack. Pieces of driftwood were blown away and then sank, leaving Qi Zhengyan no room to move around.
Qi Zhengyan’s skin showed faint signs of blood. His eyes were like the deepest place in all of heaven and Earth. He stepped eerily and explosively in mid-air and then turned elegantly. He swung his long sword, which had the color of ice, nine times. Each sword light coincidentally struck the side of the shooting stars, freezing them and leading them away and into the Nu River.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Huge waves were created. Immortal Wanshi came with a sword and blocked Du Gushi’s continuous gunshots.
Qi Zhengyan kept his long sword, turned into a monstrous wave, and leaped toward Du Gushi while screaming and harnessing the energy of the nine waves created by the meteors striking the river.
Although it was merely an ordinary use of the Indigo Sea, he made full use of the residual power of Du Gushi’s strike, using momentum and power in a big picture sense. This strategic and careful choice awed Du Gushi.
Splash! Waves covered the altar, and the alliance of Qi Zhengyan and Immortal Wanshi completely seized the formidable Du Gushi.
As the two extraordinary men seized Du Huaishang, across the altar, Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi destroyed the protective spell.
In the aftershock, the altar surprisingly sustained no damage even though Jiang Zhiwei slashed at it again forcefully.
“It’s no use, the core is not damaged, the altar is not destroyed!” Shen Yunqing, stood on high ground and bellowed loudly. He did not urge the Saber of the Emperor, because he thought only important targets deserved a blow from divine weapons.
Limited by the power of the altar, Jiang Zhiwei’s attack could not travel far. Thus, she could only try to climb toward the ninth floor step by step.
All of a sudden, a dark green saber radiance shimmered across. Weird and abrupt, it was impossible to prevent. Had it not been for Jiang Zhiwei’s ability to stay as still as a cicada in the autumn wind, she would have been stabbed.
The longsword arced with unimaginable agility and blocked the blow. They collided with a huge force, causing Jiang Zhiwei to take several steps back.
An evil wind blew and a deathly green light snaked around the surroundings, turning it into the evil land of spirits and demons. Jiang Zhiwei not only found it extremely difficult to breathe Vital Qi, but normal breathing was difficult as well.
In the dancing green light, a demonic green long saber came flying toward Wen Jing’s hand.
Ding Ding Dang Dang, Jiang Zhiwei took three steps back, barely blocking the blow. At the same time, Meng Qi, who had wanted to help, suddenly felt a weathered rope winding around him and slowing down his actions.
“An assistant of Taoism?” Meng Qi’s heart thumped but did not panic.
At this moment, melodious zither music came from afar. It shook the three realms, strengthened the rope, and slowed down Wen Jing.
Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Zhiwei counter-attacked with a stunning move!
The sword light was pure—as beautiful as the ethereal Green and Darkness. Time, space and thinking seemed to slow down, and Wen Jing seemed unable to do anything but watch the sword stab toward his eyebrows.
A shrill howling sound rang out.
Skeletons and demons seemed to be connected somewhere deep underground, emerging with a dark green color and destroying the stagnant atmosphere. Wen Jing came to his senses forcefully. He drew out his long saber, condensed many souls to a point, and blocked Jiang Zhiwei’s blow.
“Hmm, how long will the music be effective?” Wen Jing’s saber radiance spread out. It cut and absorbed, incorporating Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qi.
Right after incorporation, he suddenly had a bad idea, and his heart tightened.
On the warship, Ruan Yushu played the zither with both hands, helping while she was “thousands of miles away.” Zhao Heng and Hou Yue stood guard beside her.
However, they had neglected a corner. A void appeared, floating, and a piece of translucent sword point spiked toward Ruan Yushu’s Elixir Field.
“Clang!”
A pure white saber radiance shone, the sword tip’s middle carried great power. The power of the long saber caused a hole in the sword tip, allowing the assassin, who seemed almost transparent, to escape via the void.
Meng Qi showed his Embodiment. He carried the Saber of the Shattered Jade, took a step forward, and stabbed again!
If they did not get rid of this enemy, the rear will not be stable. From the very beginning, it had been a mere doppelganger that had attacked on the altar. His real body had actually transformed into a bug and hid between the folds of Ruan Yushu’s clothes.
Sharp blades make swift work!
The gorgeous saber radiance cut through the darkness, slashing open the sky and the earth. Everything happened so fast that the assassin barely had time to resist.
“Bang!”
He was struck into the air again. Meng Qi jumped up, striking successively using The Big Bang Technique. Compared to the Dharmakaya movement, this belonged to the Exterior’s original technique, and was not only powerful but also used a lot less energy.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
After four slashes, Meng Qi threw out the driftwood and sprinted to the altar without even looking back.
The assassin showed up, right at the edge of the boat. It turned out to be Xu Wei’s “shadow.” “Bang, bang, bang!” His hands and feet smashed onto the deck. Then, a deep wound appeared from his mid-brows to his lower abdomen, splitting him into two. The Precious Weapon he held was broken into numerous pieces, clattering as they fell to the ground.
Then, fresh blood gushed out, dyeing the deck red.
“Everyone will receive a deduction of 3,000 Karma points each for allowing the Samsara travelers of the Revolutionary Army to kill Xu Wei.”
When Wen Jing realized the bad news of the “beginning” strength was not right, he heard the voice of the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms and saw a figure rushing across the river, the knife in his hand shining with purple lightning and Green Thunder.
“Bastard, take my blade...” Suddenly, Meng Qi bellowed, brandishing his knife and flying along with it.
“Blade, blade, blade!” The voice was as sharp as a thorn, cutting across the air and void, and causing huge waves to rise up.
As soon as the voice reached Wen Jing’s ears, he saw purple lightning permeating the sky. Each purple lightning was a ray of saber radiance, carrying a Thunder God-like giant down from the skies!
“Have another taste of my blade!”
The voice echoed, and the Purple Thunder fell, scattering the demon soul!