Zuo Hanfeng, with his blue eyes and green beard, had his flesh and blood merged together. The icy coldness spread and grew. Although his aura had weakened compared to the beginning, who among them wasn’t exhausted after fierce battles? Especially Du Huaishang, who had suffered the most severe injuries, had barely managed to rise again after repeated struggles. He was already somewhat similar to the state in which he had been when Meng Qi saw him inside the secret passage.
Meng Qi did not look around; his companions’ conditions naturally reflected in his mind:
Jiang Zhiwei’s right hand was broken, and she was severely injured, probably only capable of launching one more killing move. Ruan Yushu had already used the Langhuan Twelve Divine Sounds and the Guanghan Mantra twice, reaching her limit. Zhao Heng had cut off his arm to save his life, and after the bitter battle, he continuously used killing moves. Qi Zhengyan, although unharmed, had also experienced massive energy depletion. The remaining combat strength of the two was estimated to be about the same as Jiang Zhiwei’s.
As for himself, after using the Self-Sacrifice Formula and the “Heavenly Five Thunderbolt Strike,” even though he had opened nine apertures, he was left with only one more external landscape killing move and the ability to fight normally for a short time. If his opponent had been an ordinary half-step external landscape cultivator or a descendant of gods and demons whose abilities were inferior to a true Heaven-Man Unity expert, it wouldn’t have been a big problem. But now, he was facing the “Blue-Eyed Flying Dragon” Zuo Hanfeng, who seemed to still possess the power of an external landscape cultivator!
However, Meng Qi was not the least bit panicked. While raising his saber to assume a defensive posture, he cast a glance toward Zhao Heng.
He clearly remembered that when they were at the Reincarnation Plaza, Zhao Heng had told them that most of his real-world cultivation resources had been exchanged for useful items. He wouldn’t be able to gather enough merit points temporarily to purchase the “Imperial Seal,” so Meng Qi needed to wait until the mission ended before Zhao could sell off everything he had to acquire it.
But to sell everything, there must be something to sell!
Uncle Wu, Prince Zhao, it’s time to show off your rich kid nature!
Without needing Meng Qi to signal with his eyes, Zhao Heng, concerned about his own safety and the mission’s completion, would not hold back. As Zuo Hanfeng’s flesh and blood condensed and he roared loudly, Zhao already held a small golden seal in his hand.
It resembled the “Imperial Seal,” but appeared more imposing, exuding less humanistic aura and more true dragon might.
It was engraved with nine golden dragons, all lifelike, majestic and noble, coiling around each other and converging at the top, each spitting out a golden pearl.
A replica of the “Nine-Dragon Seal”? A replica of the divine weapon passed down in the Zhao family of the Divine Capital?
When Meng Qi saw this small seal, his gaze momentarily stilled. In the main world, there were also techniques for separating divine or treasure weapons’ auras to create secret treasures, but unlike the Yin Yang Mirror or Binding Immortal Rope, these items had no special functions. They were either equivalent to a single external landscape strike or capable of blocking a similar attack. Against an external landscape opponent, such items could be easily blocked or evaded. Even a half-step expert could dodge if they couldn’t block. Previously, the closed-eye sect leader Zhou Yong was directly bound by the Binding Immortal Rope without any resistance.
But would the Zhao family of the Divine Capital be willing to separate the aura of their divine weapon for an underappreciated prince? Even the crown prince might find it difficult!
After all, separating the aura would cause some damage to the divine or treasure weapon, requiring a long time to recover.
Therefore, was this a similar secret treasure directly exchanged from the Six Dao?
As Meng Qi’s thoughts raced, Zhao Heng made his move. He extended his spirit, his mind seemingly connecting with the surrounding heavens and earth, sensing the vast ocean of primordial energy, sensing the sun, moon, stars, and the principles of the universe.
His pores happily absorbed the primordial energy, his spirit spreading along the terrain. In a Heaven-Man Unity state, Zhao Heng surged his true energy and spirit, casting the small seal forward.
As soon as the seal left his hand, he was drenched in sweat, his face pale, clearly struggling.
A deep and distant dragon roar sounded again. Nine golden dragons flew from the seal, surrounding Zuo Hanfeng completely. Even with the addition of the blue ice layer, they did not retreat in the slightest.
The surrounding darkness completely dissipated. The ground where Zuo Hanfeng stood sank an additional foot. The nine golden dragons pounced on him simultaneously, and the small seal struck his forehead.
Golden light flared, ice rays intermingled. Zuo Hanfeng let out a heaven-shaking roar, filled with hidden pain.
As the light faded, Zuo Hanfeng stood there disheveled, his entire body covered in wounds, the strange patterns completely destroyed. A large hole appeared on his forehead, blood gushed out, his soul severely damaged, and his aura sharply declined, no longer possessing its previous oppressive might.
Just as Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei were preparing to launch a fierce attack to eliminate this terrifying enemy, a figure had already rushed forward. Golden light radiated from his entire body, like a rising sun. He tightly embraced Zuo Hanfeng with both hands, releasing a scorching heat.
Seeing that Zuo Hanfeng previously had the strange ability to merge flesh and blood, Du Huaishang did not dare to be careless. Despite his severe injuries, he activated the “Great Solar Crow” power to counteract the evil and thoroughly destroy the enemy.
The two were now evenly matched. However, Zuo Hanfeng was still in the state of being struck by the golden seal, unable to stabilize his injuries. He was quickly overwhelmed by Du Huaishang.
In a short moment, his body melted, his eyes lifeless, while Du Huaishang’s bloodline solidified, his entire body stiffened, and his hair turned deep blue.
Seeing that the leader was in imminent danger, though he had his own private thoughts, Jiang Shenghong, who had always been loyal, cast aside his concerns. He rode the green wind and rushed to the rescue at high speed.
Meng Qi’s scalp immediately prickled. Facing someone of equal strength would have been manageable, but a flying Jiang Shenghong was practically a death sentence. Zhao Heng had already used the small seal. Even if he still had other secret treasures, they were likely to be more defensive. If they couldn’t reach Jiang Shenghong and were slowly worn down, the outcome might be reversed.
Suddenly, the illusory sound of a qin arose—sharp and clear, brimming with killing intent, unsettling the mind.
Ruan Yushu, with half-closed eyes, flicked her fingers in the empty air, employing her “Heartstring Technique.”
Using heart to disturb heart, Jiang Shenghong’s soul became chaotic, his mind filled with noise, and his downward strike slowed.
Seizing this opportunity, the expressionless Qi Zhengyan gritted his teeth and summoned his last remaining strength to unleash the “Dragon Pattern Crimson Gold Sword.”
The chill deepened, and the rain in midair turned into snowflakes. A crystal-clear stream of light slashed toward Jiang Shenghong.
This was not the form of a cold serpent, because when using the “Thousand Miles of Ice” technique with the icy snow true energy, Qi Zhengyan no longer had the strength to activate his treasure weapon.
The icy cold light struck Jiang Shenghong, producing a dull sound, breaking through the green wind and protective aura surrounding him. However, he used the power of heaven and earth to expel the remaining coldness outward.
The green wind froze, and Jiang Shenghong fell like a stone into the sea.
Jiang Zhiwei held her sword in her left hand, quickly rushed forward, leaped into the air. The sword light was bright and cold, like a rising green moon.
The sky was filled with the sound of sword qi, the green light spreading like water, cleansing the blue sky and eliminating immortals.
Sensing the ever-changing and deadly sword formation, Jiang Shenghong felt an intense sense of danger. Although he had not been injured yet, his body’s surface was covered in ice, making it impossible to control the wind. Already in midair, he could no longer maneuver.
Gritting his teeth, he used the “Thousand Jin Drop,” actively adjusting his body posture to avoid vital points.
The sword qi reached him, the icy and bleak sword intent chilling his soul. Jiang Shenghong struck out with both hands, attempting to block the “Emerald Moon Cleansing the Blue Sky” technique.
Swish, swish, swish, swish! Blood splattered as Jiang Zhiwei, having expended her strength, descended. Jiang Shenghong’s body was covered in sword wounds, resembling a rag doll ruined by a child.
As he prepared to summon the wind again to gain altitude and catch his breath, a shadow suddenly appeared above him, blocking the light!
He had handsome features, a masculine aura, a cold expression, and merciless eyes. His right hand raised a long saber, surrounded by purple lightning, filled with killing intent.
“Die!” A thunderous voice entered Jiang Shenghong’s ears, shaking his mind slightly.
The long saber trembled eight times, unleashing a phantom-like slash. A violet dragon surged forth, its head and tail coiling together as it fused with the blade, descending with an unstoppable, crushing force.
Jiang Shenghong had just blocked Jiang Zhiwei’s sword strike and couldn’t change his position now. He could only strike out with both palms, attempting to block, willing to take serious injuries to save his life.
At this moment, he saw the opponent strangely maneuver in midair where no force could be borrowed, like a soaring roc, dodging slightly and avoiding his palms from aligning with the saber.
He was essentially in the Heaven-Man Unity state, able to sense everything about his opponent through nature. However, this sudden change was completely unexpected, entirely contradicting his previous judgment!
Not blocking the saber with his palms meant something, and Jiang Shenghong understood clearly. He gritted his teeth, releasing his palm energy in an attempt to take his opponent down with him, determined to drag someone down with him in death!
This was the most correct choice, because his opponent might not be willing to exchange lives and could very well change his move at the last moment!
As the palm energy struck, Jiang Shenghong felt as if he had hit metal and iron, temporarily unable to break through!
He looked on in astonishment, then saw the purple lightning reach him.
With a loud roar, Meng Qi swung his saber, cutting through Jiang Shenghong’s protective aura and severing his neck!
The head flew off, seeing the scattered blood being evaporated by electricity, witnessing his own body being struck by lightning, turning black and falling to the ground in several pieces.
Seeing his own body? Jiang Shenghong’s vision turned completely dark.
The golden light on Meng Qi’s left chest dimmed, but it did not shatter, because his hand was shorter than the saber. Jiang Shenghong’s palm energy had only grazed him externally, and after his death, the subsequent force naturally dissipated, failing to break Meng Qi’s Eight-Nine Mystical Art.
Grasping the long saber, Meng Qi descended with an imposing aura. He watched as Zuo Hanfeng vanished completely, leaving behind only the emerald “Dragon Claw” treasure. He saw Du Huaishang collapsed on the ground, his breath faint, no longer able to fight. He observed Ruan Yushu, Jiang Zhiwei, and Zhao Heng, all either wounded or drained of energy. He noticed Qi Zhengyan, who could barely walk—his protective purple star river had dissipated, and the hand gripping his sword had already begun to tremble.
What a bitter victory! Meng Qi’s Self-Sacrifice Formula was also nearing its end, and a sense of fatigue began to rise.
He originally planned to wait for their return, but noticing no change, he thought for a moment and his expression slightly changed. The main mission was to help Du Huaishang escape, but he was still in the Great Tranquility, not yet truly free. In other words, they needed to leave the city!
And there were definitely Zuo Hanfeng’s personal guards nearby preventing escape. In their current state, how could they break through?
Lost in thought, Zhao Heng struggled to walk over to Du Huaishang’s side and picked up the treasured weapon known as the “Dragon Claw.”
Not bad, this kid is teachable, not at all wasteful! Right, I can do it this way! Meng Qi was first delighted, then immediately thought of a plan. He flicked the saber tip, making Jiang Shenghong’s head fall into his left hand.
“Old Zhao, let me use the treasure weapon. You all support each other and follow me,” Meng Qi loudly said.
Zhao Heng didn’t understand the reason but instinctively chose to trust him, throwing the treasure weapon to Meng Qi. Then Qi Zhengyan supported Du Huaishang, Jiang and Ruan mutually protected each other, and Zhao Heng brought up the rear.
Meng Qi held the head and treasure weapon in his left hand, his right hand dangling the long saber. He activated the Eight-Nine Mysteries technique, enhancing his “aura,” making him appear majestic and awe-inspiring, concealing his weakened state as he slowly walked out of the alley onto the long street.
Those nearby were either dead or fled, only the personal guards remained at the outermost perimeter. Seeing Meng Qi and the others emerge, they immediately prepared to surround them.
At this moment, Meng Qi raised the head and treasure weapon, roaring, “Zuo Hanfeng and Jiang Shenghong have both been killed. Why haven’t you surrendered yet? What are you waiting for?”
“Our Red Army only punishes the ringleaders, not the accomplices. As long as you abandon your weapons, kneel down with your hands on your heads, and stop aiding the wicked, you can preserve your lives and avoid punishment!”
This was turning the tables—using the imposing aura of tigers and wolves to intimidate the guards, leaving them panicked and terrified.
With Zuo Hanfeng and Jiang Shenghong dead, how many people would willingly sacrifice their lives for revenge?
In fact, Meng Qi’s Self-Sacrifice Formula had already worn off, and he was extremely tired and sleepy, his body weak. But he persisted in circulating his true energy, making himself appear not the least bit weak, at least not to the level that Jiang Shenghong’s subordinates could detect!
“It’s really Jiang’s head!”
“It’s the left-behind’s treasure weapon…”
The sharp-eyed guards recognized the items in Meng Qi’s hands, momentarily shocked and astonished.
Meng Qi roared again:
“Still haven’t put down your weapons yet!”
Trembling with fear, the metallic clatter of weapons hitting the ground echoed continuously as countless guards abandoned their arms. If even the stationed elites could be slain, what hope did mere numbers hold for victory?
Meng Qi, with just one person, intimidated hundreds of personal guards, none daring to challenge him!
Passing slowly through the ranks of the guards, Meng Qi made a gesture as if inspecting them. Deep in his heart, he was most grateful that he had chosen the battlefield near the city gate, far from the garrison headquarters, in case Zhou Yong lacked hidden treasures and they failed to defeat Zuo Hanfeng, forcing them to flee. Soon enough, they caught sight of the city gate—still wide open.
Getting closer and closer to the city gate, Meng Qi took a deep breath and said, “Senior Brother Qi, quickly help Du Tianwang out of the city.”
He feared the guards might recover or there might be someone among them who was willing to sacrifice for righteousness.
Qi Zhengyan nodded, lifted Du Huaishang on his back, and ran toward the city gate. After a short walk, he had recovered a bit of strength.
At this moment, a woman came rushing from the distant street, filled with killing intent. It was Zuo Yiqian’s mother.
Due to profound hatred, she displayed no fear toward the imposing figure before her.
But Meng Qi smiled, sheathed his saber, and loudly declared, “The Red Army is destined by heaven; why haven’t you surrendered yet!”
As soon as the words fell, countless lightning bolts rained down from the sky, enveloping them completely, accompanied by continuous crackling sounds.
At this moment, Qi Zhengyan and Du Huaishang had already exited the city gate.
As the lightning disappeared, Meng Qi and the others also vanished, leaving the guards staring in shock and astonishment.
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