Chapter 1 The Beginning

Fu Qingyang swooped down from the city wall. At this moment, he seemed to be one with the Jade Dragon Sword. So much so that in the eyes of the watching soldiers, he had disappeared, leaving only that stunning and peerless light.

The strong Jian Qi (sword energy) contained in the Jade Dragon Sword twisted the surrounding air, causing Yang Zhou's body to be surrounded by ripples like those produced when a meteor rubs against the atmosphere.

Facing the sword light that seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth, Tuoba Guanghe, with his eight arms waving wildly, slammed his four palms together, clamping down on Yang Ce's sword.

To his shock, he discovered that Yang Ce's strength was not the same as before. He actually felt a sense of being unable to resist.

Fu Qingyang pressed Tuoba Guanghe down hard, landing with a crash.

He still maintained a slanting flying posture, as if transformed into a flying sword, pushing Tuoba Guanghe all the way back.

With a tearing sound, Tuoba Guanghe's military boots ripped apart, and his dark metal-like feet, like iron, carved two deep marks on the blood-stained official road.

The two advanced and retreated, sliding for dozens of zhang.

One of Tuoba Guanghe's palms was scorched by the Jian Qi (sword energy), dripping with blood and torn. The tip of the sword pierced his chest little by little. Although it did not break through the tough skin, the stinging pain was real.

Scarlet runes lit up in Tuoba Guanghe's pupils, attempting to influence the opponent's mind and will through "bewitchment", but as soon as the runes lit up, a deafening drum sound came from his ears.

The just-formed runes instantly collapsed, and feelings of escape and timidity surged in his heart again, damaging his fighting spirit.

Tuoba Guanghe realized that it was not that Yang Ce had become stronger, but that he had become weaker. The drum sound was soul-shaking, both deterring the spirit and eliminating fighting spirit, and also affecting the operation of spiritual power, substantially weakening combat power.

After entering the Grandmaster realm, Tuoba Guanghe abandoned most of the spells he had learned in the past, because in his opinion, no spell attack could be as powerful as his full blow in the form of a powerful three-headed, eight-armed body.

There were too many so-called unique skills and secret techniques in the martial world, but in the final analysis, they could not escape the word "strength".

In the eyes of this peerless master, there was no such thing as using four ounces to move a thousand pounds. Throughout the ages, all cultivators had sought strength and only believed in "one force to overcome all."

It was just that the forms they took were different!

Therefore, cultivating the physical body was the great path that Tuoba Guanghe believed in. Let him be strong, I will break all techniques with one force!

Muscles bulged all over his body, and veins popped out. Tuoba Guanghe suddenly released his four pairs of palms, allowing the Chang Jian (long sword) containing abundant Jian Qi (sword energy) to rest against his skin, piercing three inches into his flesh.

He let out a deep roar and slapped the spine of the sword with all eight palms.

"Crack!" The Jade Dragon Sword, which had accompanied Fu Qingyang for some time, shattered inch by inch. Seizing the moment when the enemy lost his weapon, Tuoba Guanghe stepped forward, causing the earth to shake with a loud boom.

Eight hands formed fists, hooks, straight punches, cannon punches, and divine punches shrouded Fu Qingyang. All eight fists punched into the air at the same time, and ear-piercing and loud sonic booms erupted in the void.

The moment his sword broke, Fu Qingyang had already discerned the enemy's intentions. He seemed to narrowly avoid the combined attack of eight fists.

In fact, everything was expected and inevitable. Although the close combat ability of a Yanshi (Puppeteer) was not as good as that of the ancient God of War, he was still a god in the sky and an ant on the ground. But as a profession with high output and low defense, how could he be worthy of playing close combat with a thick-skinned profession without some life-saving skills…

Fu Qingyang swept backward for more than ten meters, swiped his hands in the void, and a handful of half-arm-length flying swords lay across the air. Then he flicked them out one by one.

"Shu, shu..."

Flying swords crisscrossed and shot toward the enemy from different directions. Tuoba Guanghe manifested illusory weapons with his eight arms, swinging them impenetrably. The sound of "ding ding" was endless as he deflected the flying swords that pierced through.

Fu Qingyang leaped into the air, rotating sideways. With each rotation, his strength accumulated by one point. Six half-arm-length flying swords returned on their own, end to end, forming a three-meter-long whip.

He whipped down, and Tuoba Guanghe held his eight arms horizontally to the sky.

Each sword-whip disintegrated, and the Jian Qi (sword energy) contained within scattered into a rain of swords, creating dense raindrops on Tuoba Guanghe's head, face, and shoulders, oozing out beads of blood.

Tuoba Guanghe puffed out his cheeks and spat out a large amount of thick, viscous fog. With his level, the fog could cover a hundred li, encompassing the entire capital. Ordinary strong winds could not disperse the fog that permeated a hundred li.

When attacking the city, Tuoba Guanghe did not take the initiative to swallow the thick fog, because the Grandmaster-level fog had the effects of blinding the five senses, causing hallucinations, and containing mild toxins. These effects were indiscriminate.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even the Fog Master would be affected.

Now, he had no scruples. The long-lasting thick fog quickly spread out, surging towards the wilderness and city walls.

Suddenly, a sound like "rushing torrents" rang out. A large river appeared outside the city, and the river water converged into a great river. The river water roared and surged, setting off wave after wave of giant waves higher than the city walls.

Fu Qingyang, holding a pitch-black seal in his hand, stood motionless in the surging waves. The river water parted the thick fog, causing it to float on the surface of the water.

The Fog Master's abilities such as teleportation and petrification in the fog became useless.

Tuoba Guanghe flew high, stepping on the void, looking down at Fu Qingyang in the water with a gloomy gaze, but he was helpless.

The prop in Fu Qingyang's hand was Cai Qinhu's River Earl Seal, a rule-based Daoist treasure.

This prop could exert its true power in the hands of a water ghost, but it was more than enough for him to use it to restrain the thick fog.

"Thinking that you can be a turtle, and this commander can't do anything to you?" Tuoba Guanghe plunged into the water!

Not long after, muffled thunder-like sounds came from the water, and the turbid waves emptied and rolled back dozens of zhang. The entire great river seemed to be overturned. After another quarter of an hour, the thick fog that permeated the city and outside the city dissipated, and the water level also dropped rapidly. The two dominators withdrew their domains at the same time. Tuoba Guanghe was certainly fighting with his hands and feet tied, but Fu Qingyang's flying swords, swordsmanship, and sword Qi (sword energy) were also interfered with underwater, and he could not exert his full strength.

The two fought again on the muddy official road, abandoning fancy skills and props, and fighting desperately in close combat. Tuoba Guanghe's fist power howled in the wilderness. Occasionally, a punch hit the city wall, causing exaggerated cracks. Fu Qingyang's sword Qi (sword energy) was also like this, scattered sword Qi (sword energy) chopped the city wall, and rolling rocks fell.

The top of the city was empty, and the defenders had withdrawn to the bottom of the city. A large number of them had died in the thick fog before, and then were affected by the battle between the two, causing heavy casualties.

Finally, Tuoba Guanghe used the Bewitching Eye to cause the soldiers to collectively go mad.

The real fight between gods affected the innocent!

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing kept drumming non-stop. Only by keeping the drum sound uninterrupted could this battle continue and be fought.

After repelling Yang Ce with a powerful punch, Tuoba Guanghe pinched the blood on his chest, his voice filled with contempt. Swordsmen pay attention to quick battles and quick victories. Once they fall into a bitter battle, they lose their sharpness and their edge is dulled...

"Your sword Qi (sword energy) has declined, Yang Ce! Even with the help of the drum sound, you can't kill me! And this commander can easily exhaust you to death."

Qingyang was already using weakness to attack strength, and the opponent was an ancient God of War with infinite strength. Even if the drum sound suppressed him and he was not at his peak, it would still be extremely difficult to defeat and kill him. This was a level 9 Dominator.

The higher the level, the more difficult it is to cross levels. Moreover, level 9 is already close to the ceiling of Lingjing Xingzhe (Spirit Realm Wanderer).

Tuoba Guanghe ran wildly, launching a charge towards Fu Qingyang. The simple and unadorned attack method gave people a scene of facing thousands of troops charging.

If it were other professions, they would definitely choose to dodge and retreat, not daring to face his sharpness head-on, but Fu Qingyang insisted on fighting head-on. He would not allow himself to retreat. If he retreated, he would not be Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang pinched the sword technique with both hands, and the flying swords roared and came, end to end, gathering into a straight line. On this line, gods and ghosts would be avoided.

Tuoba Guanghe slammed into the tip of the sword. At this moment, the drum sound suddenly stopped.

On the city wall, Zhang Yuanqing's Yintang (third eye area) was dark, and a decadent and obscure aura condensed on his forehead. His aura rapidly declined, his Qi and blood weakened, sweat flowed from his armpits, his body smelled foul, and he was experiencing the five signs of decay!

He looked exhausted, and his price had appeared.

Bang, bang!

Flying swords broke one after another. The magical weapons that could cut iron like mud could not pierce the brow bone of this number one warrior of the Northern Dynasty.

Tuoba Guanghe, whose aura soared, advanced bravely and instantly killed Fu Qingyang, punching out, and the air exploded.

The sudden change caught Fu Qingyang off guard. In a hurry, he gathered Jian Qi (sword energy) and condensed it on his fingertips, pointing at the incoming fist.

With a loud bang, the shock wave spread destructively, shaking the city wall and causing it to crack and tremble.

Qingyang, whose sword fingers were blown into fleshy paste, flew out, his arms drooping weakly.

That punch not only shattered his arms, but the force of the punch also penetrated his body and shook his heart.

How could Tuoba Guanghe let go of this flaw? Murderous intent and excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes. He transformed into a black shadow, following like a shadow, and was about to take the opportunity to end Yang Ce's life.

"Dong!"

The drum sound rang again.

Tuoba Guanghe's spiritual power stalled, his chest Qi and blood surged, and his offensive rhythm was immediately interrupted.

Fu Qingyang flipped in the air, stabilized his body, grabbed three tubes of life essence from his inventory, and swallowed them directly, chewing through the glass shards with his steel teeth.

His arms crackled, his bones reconnected, and his flesh regenerated.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The drum sound on the city wall was loud, shaking dozens of li. The emperor who was drumming bled from all seven orifices, and thick blood continuously flowed from the corners of his mouth, hanging on his chest and abdomen.

"Can you hold on?" Fu Qingyang asked, keeping his distance.

Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache. Hearing this, he forced out an ugly and twisted smile and shouted, "I said, the emperor guards the gates of the country, and the monarch dies for the state! A monarch does not speak lightly!"

Qingyang said, "Good! I will kill him within half an hour!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands again and pressed down.

Tuoba Guanghe sneered, "No matter how many soldier puppets there are, what's the point to our level!"

He suddenly shut up.

Four figures broke through the air, namely a pot-holding woman in a gorgeous red dress, a cold and beautiful woman in a black gauze dress, a strong man with dark red hair and a green robe, and that yin object in strange clothes.

Four Dominator-level soldier puppets. Fu Qingyang spat out a breath of sword Qi (sword energy). "Tuoba, with the six Grandmasters joining forces, you will die a worthy death."

The first half was just a warm-up to buy time. He had been waiting for the three Dominators to resolve the corpse curse.

The State Preceptor's curse technique was strong, but in the end it was just a spell. The caster was dead, the power would gradually weaken, and the cursed were all Dominator-level in strength. It was only a matter of time before they were able to resolve the curse.