Meanwhile, Yu Chi Gong's twin whips continuously slammed into the void, each strike echoing thunderously, shattering the incoming blade energy.
Mù Jiāng, watching the fallen Wēn Hào, was enraged. These three, whom he had never even heard of, had managed to kill Wēn Hào. And this dark-faced burly man before him possessed immense strength and a ferociously direct fighting style.
Mù Jiāng’s expression grew colder. He couldn't afford to be bogged down in a protracted fight. He had to swiftly eliminate this dark-faced giant.
With a single sword slash, boundless sharpness erupted!
Yu Chi Gong’s twin whips danced with the wind, like crackling thunder, letting out muffled roars. Each lash tore through the void, dark ethereal energy flowing slowly.
The two clashed fiercely in the air, their eyes bloodshot. Long whips against long sabers, one with sharp ferocity, the other with unyielding strength, one cunning, the other seemingly one with their body and mind, devoid of mere technique, all sheer, powerful strikes.
With every collision, the long sabre in Mù Jiāng’s hand seemed on the verge of cracking, emitting creaking sounds.
Mù Jiāng ascended into the sky, rising far above Yu Chi Gong, appearing like a deity. The long sabre in his hand tore through layers of airflow, suddenly radiating a brilliant, chilling glow tinged with a deep purple hue. With Mù Jiāng’s contorted face, a strike descended!
"Fierce Divine Strike!!"
Yu Chi Gong roared to the heavens. His twin whips, lacking sharp edges, relied solely on immense impact force, battling all directions with the great dao of power.
"Hum!!"
The twin whips spun madly, and a phantom slowly materialized. Its face was unclear, but it roared to the sky, raising a divine axe high above its head and bringing it down with a crash.
"Kill!!"
As if possessing inexhaustible strength, Yu Chi Gong felt his twin whips heavier than ever. He no longer felt like he was holding whips but rather the sacred mountains of Huá Xià, weighing trillions of tons, crashing down upon Mù Jiāng.
The moment the twin whips met the long sabre, the clouds in the ninth heaven completely dissipated. The pitch-black night, as if lit by divine lamps, suddenly brightened.
"Clang!!"
A resplendent, pure white sun instantly rose, its heatwaves scattering across the heavens.
"Hum~~"
"Hum~~"
"Hum~~"
...
"Swish!!"
The ocean surface not far away churned, and immense waves surged!
"Hoo!!"
The phantom behind Yu Chi Gong let out a great shout. The divine axe, directly slicing through Mù Jiāng, left a bright bloody gash that ran from the top of his head straight down, splitting him in two.
"Boom!!"
The pure white sun shattered, dust and smoke billowed, instantly engulfing the two halves of Mù Jiāng. Yu Chi Gong glanced at Shǐ Wàn Suì and then descended to the battlefield below.
Not far away.
"Boom!!"
A white figure streaked through the void, his feet repeatedly pushing off the empty air. After several hundred zhang, he finally managed to halt his momentum.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Tàishū Yí, who was already extraordinary and refined in his bearing, now had his armor shattered, his clothes in tatters, and his body covered in numerous bloody gashes.
Shǐ Wàn Suì, holding his long spear, was completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened. His eyes were icy. With Yu Chi Gong and Wáng Bǎo Bǎo now involved, the three-dynasty allied army had already been decimated.
Tàishū Yí glanced fearfully at the battlefield. Yu Chi Gong and Wáng Bǎo Bǎo below appeared nonchalant, their icy gazes sweeping over him, instantly extinguishing his hope.
The three-dynasty allied army had been annihilated before even reaching Tiān Yuè, their banners fallen on an unnamed island!
He now had a terrible premonition. Perhaps Tiān Yuè was not as weak as it seemed, still possessing the might of ten thousand years ago. For the Han general before him was indeed Tiān Yuè; he was certain of it, as Tiān Yuè was the only place where life existed here.
The Zhāng family had been destroyed, the Human King Máng had vanished, and the various powers of the Shèng Yuán Dynasty would not be interested in a small island that had lost its strongest protector.
The Hàn dynasty was the power on Tiān Yuè!
This was beyond his control. If he lingered, he would meet the same fate as Mù Jiāng of the Ào Lóng Dynasty and Wēn Hào of the Yán Yáng Dynasty, becoming a soul beneath the blade!
"Swish!!"
He turned and stepped into the air, accelerating rapidly towards the distance, his figure receding further and further. Each time his toes touched the void, thunderous booms erupted – a desperate escape.
"Hmph!!"
Shǐ Wàn Suì slammed his long spear into the ground and slowly lowered the recurve bow from his back. His greatest skill was archery.
Running?
Could you escape?
Shǐ Wàn Suì's eyes, like an eagle's, constantly tracked Tàishū Yí's escape route, his fighting spirit surging.
"Hum~~"
Three arrows were nocked onto the recurve bow.
Instantly, the spiritual energy of the entire island converged towards the bow. The dense aura of bloodlust from the battlefield was entirely absorbed by the bow.
"Hum!!"
A gray light erupted from the recurve bow.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Shǐ Wàn Suì's breathing quickened, growing heavier. The veins on his arms bulged with blood.
"Hum~~"
"Crack crack crack!!"
The land of the entire island began to split apart, vast tracts of forest rapidly withered. At this moment, all the spiritual energy of the island had been completely drained by Shǐ Wàn Suì.
Suddenly, Shǐ Wàn Suì's eyes lit up: "Target acquired!"
Instantly, surging spiritual energy spread in all directions, and streaks of lightning erupted, relentlessly pursuing the blurred figure of Tàishū Yí.
"Rumble!!"
The moment the three arrows left the recurve bow, they vanished into the distance. Three breaths later, half the island in front of Shǐ Wàn Suì was split in two.
"Swish!!"
On the distant sea, the waves roared. A gully, tens of zhang deep, stretched from the front of the island to its end.
Rumble!!
The rapidly fleeing Tàishū Yí glanced back, finding no figures behind him. The Han man had not pursued.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Tàishū Yí wiped the sweat from his brow, his speed gradually slowing. Suddenly, a potent spiritual energy from behind him surged towards him.
His hairs stood on end.
He slowly turned his head and saw, behind him, three grey dragons, like the brush of Yama, the King of Hell. The moment he turned, terror filled his pupils.
"No!!"
"Rumble!!"
A mushroom cloud erupted at the edge of Shǐ Wàn Suì's, Yu Chi Gong's, and Wáng Bǎo Bǎo's vision, the explosive energy churning up immense amounts of seawater, shooting into the heavens before crashing down!
Shǐ Wàn Suì, gazing at the massive mushroom cloud, turned and boarded a warship on the other side of the island: "Return home!"
"Your command will be obeyed!"
The thirty thousand strong army roared in unison, and hundreds of warships slowly disappeared into the distance.
And from the rising mushroom cloud, wisps of red mist shot out, vanishing in an instant over the sea.
"Clink!"
A broken sword hilt crashed down, sinking deep into the sea.