Two warnings had already been issued, causing the mercenaries to hesitate and pause. The countless corpses already made it clear that this was not their war. From any angle, they had no connection with Luo Bingfeng. Even if all of them were fearless, a forced assault would merely consume some of Luo Bingfeng’s original force.
However, Song Zining raised his right hand high, clenched his fist, and pointed once more at the summit of the holy mountain!
The crew on the flagship had been observing Song Zining’s movements, and now, receiving the order, they sounded the battle horn again. The mercenaries’ blood boiled instantly, as the information conveyed by the horn indicated that the commander was still charging on the front lines.
Thousands of mercenaries, with renewed morale, began to climb the holy mountain once more. Reinforcements continued to breach the defense line of the Tidal Listening City and join the assault. At this moment, the Tidal Listening City’s defenders, battered by imperial warships, heavy artillery, and even powerful fighters, had reached their lowest morale. Du Yuan was missing. The ordinary soldiers, without a leader, were quietly fleeing from the battlefield.
Luo Bingfeng was taken aback by the mercenaries’ movements. He did not expect that the imperial side would still send troops to attack the mountain under such fierce conditions. It was almost as if they were filling his hands with the lives of the mercenaries.
However, Luo Bingfeng was not a stubborn person. After the initial shock, his anger flared up. His eyebrows stood straight, and he unleashed dozens of circular sword auras that rolled and entwined, plowing a path tens of meters wide in front of him. In this deathly path, the mercenaries could only hope to leave their bodies intact, as they were cut into countless pieces by the sword auras. Before Luo Bingfeng’s sword auras, no matter how luxurious the equipment Song Zining provided to the mercenaries, it was powerless.
Another nearly hundred mercenaries fell, but Song Zining remained unwavering, his hand pointing resolutely at the summit of the holy mountain.
The battle horns sounded one after another, fueling the mercenaries’ fighting spirit. Wave after wave, they charged towards the holy mountain.
Luo Bingfeng slashed multiple times, killing hundreds, but he still could not deter the imperial mercenaries. He had no intention of killing the weak, but the current actions of these ants had begun to offend his dignity.
With a cold aura, Luo Bingfeng roared, “Do you think I can’t kill you all?”
Luo Bingfeng pointed to the sky, where a sword aura began to gather at the tip of his finger. This sword, like the previous ones, was immensely powerful, indicating his true anger. Suddenly, he turned his gaze and saw an officer among the mercenaries yelling and jumping, directing them to climb the holy mountain. The officer’s expression was ferocious, and the muscles on his face trembled with each roar.
For some reason, Luo Bingfeng felt an intense dislike for this particularly arrogant man. Without further thought, he moved, appearing before the officer, and with a swipe of his finger, the officer’s head flew into the air.
This blow was exceptionally easy, and it should have been easy. Yet, an uneasy feeling suddenly welled up in Luo Bingfeng’s heart.
He turned around abruptly and saw Qian Ye standing ten meters away, amidst a group of mercenaries, with a finger pointing as a gun, a light feather slowly flying towards him.
Time seemed to slow down. Luo Bingfeng looked down, watching the light feather pierce his body. He then looked up, laughing loudly, and pointed at the surrounding mercenaries, saying, “Are you using their lives, a thousand men, as bait to lure me? I thought you were a hero!”
Each word was spoken with force, echoing loudly. Qian Ye opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only sighed lightly, disappearing into the crowd of mercenaries.
Luo Bingfeng, hit by another Original Gun, appeared unharmed, flying back into the sky, and loudly said, “If you want to kill me, just come! Why use such tricks?”
Saying this, he raised his sword, stared at it, and suddenly flashed several times. Sword lights like dragons, instantly slaying several imperial powerhouses. These sword strikes came from nowhere, leaving no trace, and those people didn’t even have time to resist, dying under the sword.
Li Kuanglan, who had been searching for a chance to strike from high above, suddenly paled, as Luo Bingfeng appeared before him, slashing three times! Li Kuanglan moved like lightning, transforming his Cold Moon Sand Cage into a light mist, blocking all three slashes at the last second, but his face turned pale.
Luo Bingfeng, with a sneer, raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow to Li Kuanglan, when he heard a slight crack. A new crack appeared on the sword.
Startled, he turned and saw Song Zining holding a folding fan, forcefully inserting it into the holy mountain and violently twisting it.
“You dare!” Luo Bingfeng roared, flashing in front of Song Zining. At that moment, Ji Tianqing rushed by, grabbing Song Zining and escaping to a distance.
Luo Bingfeng, unwilling to let them go, was about to chase them when he noticed another tiny crack on his sword.
He looked up and saw an imperial powerhouse holding an axe, delivering a mighty swing at the holy mountain. The mountain, made of earth and stone, could not withstand such a powerful attack.
Amidst the flying debris, several silver stars flew out. The man, startled, instinctively grabbed them, opening his hand to see non-metallic, rune-like objects. He didn’t think much and crumpled them, throwing them aside.
Crack! Another fissure appeared on Luo Bingfeng’s sword.
Luo Bingfeng looked around, seeing the surviving imperial powerhouses scattered around the holy mountain, each using their own methods to dig into the mountain.
His face turned livid, and a flush of red appeared, followed by a mouthful of blood.
Though the imperial powerhouses might be generally average in strength, they were experienced. Seeing Luo Bingfeng’s actions, they knew the holy mountain was vital to this generation’s power. Though they didn’t understand the reason, they all worked hard to dig, fearing a complete break.
Luo Bingfeng gathered his strength and flew towards a heavily armed fighter. This elder struck with great force, creating a large pit with each hammer.
As he pursued, a faint figure appeared behind Luo Bingfeng, landing a punch. Luo Bingfeng, seemingly unaware, took the hit. The punch was heavy, causing his body to sink, but he also got close to the elder, slicing him in half with a mid-air sword strike.
The figure, like a shadow, delivered another punch to Luo Bingfeng’s back, making him stagger, then retreated to a hundred meters away. Ji Tianqing looked at her hands, incredulous that both punches had landed.
Ji Tianqing, with her divine secret techniques, delivered a heavy blow, even for Luo Bingfeng, who grew paler, with blood starting to seep from the corner of his mouth. Wiping the blood, he pounced on the next powerhouse.
The imperial powerhouses, without needing a reminder, had already spread out and were desperately digging. As Luo Bingfeng approached, they fled, and as soon as he left, they resumed digging. Some even saw the opportunity to attack Luo Bingfeng.
Luo Bingfeng, disregarding his own safety, was constantly putting out fires, enduring countless attacks.
However, the disparity in numbers was too great. With his own strength, Luo Bingfeng could be invincible, but he could not stop all the attacks on the holy mountain.
At this moment, he was like a lone swordsman, traveling a thousand miles, unyielding yet desperate.
The cracks on his long sword increased, and finally, with a snap, it shattered into countless pieces, scattering in the wind.
On the summit of the holy mountain, a serene courtyard slowly appeared.
Luo Bingfeng stared at the courtyard, motionless, as if forgetting everything.
A streak of aqua sword light slashed across, opening a large wound in Luo Bingfeng’s side, while several nearly transparent short knives embedded themselves in his back, but he remained unaware.
Qian Ye, holding a gun, had already aimed at Luo Bingfeng, his wings of light flickering behind him. At that moment, Song Zining appeared behind Qian Ye, urgently shouting, “Shoot!”
Only Song Zining could approach Qian Ye silently. But this time, Qian Ye, who usually obeyed Song Zining, could not pull the trigger, unable to deliver the fatal shot.
Luo Bingfeng’s daze lasted only a moment. With one step, he reached the summit of the holy mountain, pushing open the door to the courtyard.
This step was almost as quick as Qian Ye’s Void Flash. The imperial powerhouses, who had been preparing to take advantage, were suddenly shocked, stopping in their tracks. With this step and a deadly move, Luo Bingfeng still had the capability to instantly kill the present powerhouses.
Entering the courtyard, Luo Bingfeng appeared before a side room. The half-open door revealed the room’s interior.
It was a spacious room, with the floor, walls, and ceiling covered in layers of intertwined original force arrays, dizzying to the eye.
A woman knelt in the center of the room, head bowed, looking at the protruding sword in her chest, her eyes filled with understanding and relief.
Rui Xiang stood behind her, holding the sword, softly saying, “The Zhang Tianwang bids you farewell.”
“Indeed, it is him. Pity, Bingfeng wouldn’t listen to me on this matter,” the woman sighed, gently touching the sword, her hot blood dripping along the blade, whether from her chest or her hand, it was unclear.
Luo Bingfeng could no longer hold back, kicking open the door, not angry but formidable, saying, “Rui Xiang! How dare you, do you think I have no means to deal with you?”
Rui Xiang’s eyes showed a hint of panic, but seeing no way to escape, he hardened his heart, saying, “Even with your skills, you can’t save her, and soon, you’ll be joining us. Rui has two companions, so what’s there to fear in death?”
Luo Bingfeng, shocked and enraged, asked, “I sealed this place myself. How did you get in?”
Rui Xiang pulled the sword out forcefully. The woman gasped in pain, supporting herself with her hands, preventing her from falling. However, the wounds on her chest and back bled profusely. Luo Bingfeng, alarmed, wanted to rush over, but Rui Xiang pointed the sword at her back again, forcing him to stop.
Rui Xiang held the sword horizontally, caressing it with his finger, saying, “This sword bears the power of the Tianwang. You, who have followed the Tianwang for years, must recognize it, right?”
Luo Bingfeng’s face turned ashen, and he let out a wailing cry, “I have never wronged my brother. Why does he treat me like this?”
Rui Xiang coldly replied, “Since you acquired this woman, your cultivation surged, and you hoped to surpass him. Did the Tianwang not know your ambitions?”
Luo Bingfeng’s face fluctuated between green and white, slowly saying, “Is it because of this? My brother has been kind to me. Even if I become a Tianwang, he will always be my brother. Was this necessary?”
Rui Xiang, seemingly moved, softened his tone, saying, “When that time comes, the world will remember only you, the Luo Tianwang. Who will remember the Zhang Tianwang?”
Luo Bingfeng took a deep breath, saying, “I was naive.”
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