"What... what is this..."
"What did you do!"
Xie Feng suddenly felt as if countless heavy mountains were pressing down on him from the sky.
"Boom!!"
Xie Feng's figure was instantly blasted into the square of the Xuanzheng Hall of the palace. Dust and sand flew everywhere. In a pit tens of meters deep, Xie Feng's body was deeply embedded in the earth, his clothes torn.
Xie Feng slowly raised his head, his entire face flushed red. He slowly straightened his back.
"Boom!"
Xie Feng shot out of the pit like an explosion. Looking up at the celestial scroll slowly unfolding above, he saw five figures standing majestically.
The one in the middle was "nine feet tall, with a two-foot beard, a face like ripe dates, lips like rouge, phoenix eyes, and brows like silkworms. He was imposing and majestic," wielding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, mounted on a Red Hare horse.
The one on the left was eight feet tall, with a leopard's head and bulging eyes, a Yan-like chin and tiger-like whiskers. He wielded a Zhang Eight Serpent Spear, mounted on a Black Cloud Stepping Snow horse.
The second person on the left was "eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, handsome and dashing, with a white face and no beard, eight zhang in height, a broad face with a heavy jaw, and a majestic demeanor." He pointed a Ya Jiao spear towards the heavens, mounted on a Night Shining Jade Lion.
The one on the right had a face like jade, eyes like shooting stars, lips like smeared cinnabar. He wore silver armor and white robes with a lion helmet and beast girdle. He had a tiger's physique and ape's arms, a stout belly and wolf's waist. He held a Dragon Riding Spear, mounted on a Flying Sand horse.
The last one had a head of white hair and a flowing silver beard, yet his face was rosy and his spirit was full. In his hand, he held a Phoenix Beak Saber, and on his back was a Ten Thousand Stone Bow made of purple sandalwood. He was mounted on a Scorching Prairie Fire horse.
The five figures stood imposingly, all with their eyes closed.
At this moment, a golden light slowly appeared. The old man's figure on the far right suddenly flashed with spiritual light, and a surge of blood fiend energy shot straight into the sky.
"Buzz~~"
The divine thunder in the sky seemed to rumble with a muffled hum. In an instant, the entire Tian Yue was filled with thunderous roars, and an invisible pressure instantly locked onto Xie Feng.
"This..."
"How could this be..."
This kind of pressure was what Xie Feng felt a hundred years ago when he participated in the Battle of Heavenly Prodigies of the Sheng Yuan Dynasty. He had only glanced at the Sheng Yuan Human Emperor from afar, and that pressure had made him wish he were dead. Now that he had advanced to the Spiritual Venerable realm and his strength was even greater than before, he never expected that looking at the Five Tiger Generals Scroll in the void, he felt a sense of powerlessness. A simple painting, just by unfolding, had blasted him into the ground.
At this time, by the sea of Tian Yue, Ao Qing and the other two stood in the water, looking towards the direction of Chang'an City from afar.
"Big brother, the Spiritual Venerable expert has been in there for quite some time, why is there no movement?"
Ao Bing looked at Ao Qing beside him with a timid expression.
"I don't know either. I just feel that this Tian Yue is no longer the Tian Yue it used to be. I can't explain it, it just feels different. I only probed a few hundred miles just now, and I felt like a pair of eyes were watching me."
Ao Qing's expression was grave, and his tone was serious.
"Mmm!"
Ao Bing looked at Ao Qing in disbelief. This was a Tongling expert, and he hadn't seen his big brother this serious in ten thousand years. He wasn't joking at all.
Just then, an indescribable oppressive force instantly locked onto the three of them. In an instant, an invisible pressure, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was caving in, pressed the three of them until their faces turned red and their bodies trembled slightly. In an instant, the three were blasted out of their original forms by the powerful pressure.
Three thousand-zhang Heavenly Azure Dragon Serpents lay on the sea surface. Under the immense pressure, the three dragons were forced onto the sea surface and could not sink into the water at all. The sea at this moment was like solid ground, firmly holding the three of them up.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
The three pairs of huge pupils were filled with blood. Ao Bing let out a roar that echoed, "Big brother... what... what is happening?"
"You ask me, who do I ask!"
Ao Qing's huge dragon head swayed continuously, trying to break free from the immense pressure. At this moment, the three thousand-zhang dragon bodies began to ooze layers of blood mist. The three bared their teeth and twisted their bodies.
At this moment, Xie Feng, who was above the palace, seemed to have lost control of his body. He trembled in the void as if he had been electrocuted, his face contorted in a grimace, gritting his teeth and using all his strength to break free from the immense pressure.
"Buzz~~"
Suddenly, the Five Tiger Generals Scroll let out a resounding boom. The old man's image, suffused with golden light, slowly opened his eyes.
"Boom!"
"Crack!!"
"Crack!!"
The sky instantly seemed to collapse. Heavenly thunder rumbled, and the clear, sunny sky of Tian Yue was instantly replaced by pouring rain.
"Whoosh!!"
"Is that!"
Bi Xi stared in horror at the Five Tiger Generals Scroll. A seemingly ordinary painting, just by unfolding, had completely sealed Xie Feng, a fifth-level Spiritual Venerable, in the void.
Liu Hong, Bi Xi, and the other observers felt as if the sky and earth had collapsed. The moment Xie Feng descended, all their hopes were extinguished. Now, looking at the Five Tiger Generals Scroll, which possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth, hope for survival was rekindled in their hearts. At this moment, everyone had immense trust in the Han Dynasty and their Human King.
The moment Huang Zhong's image opened his eyes, the ancient heroes who were guarding Yang Hao below all turned their gaze towards it.
"General Huang!"
Liao Hua exclaimed, looking at the green-robed Guan Yu on the Five Tiger Generals Scroll. Liao Hua's eyes slowly turned red, and a thin layer of tears covered his eyeballs.
That proud bone, that world-conquering dominance, was still deeply imprinted in his heart: "General, your subordinate awaits your arrival in this realm!"
Han Qinghu, Shi Wansui, Qin Qiong, and the other ancient heroes looked at the image of Huang Zhong, who was white-haired and had a flowing silver beard. They tightened their grip on their weapons and let out a long sigh, their tense nerves completely relaxed.
The five thousand years of Chinese civilization have produced countless heroes and a multitude of fierce generals. Among the veteran generals, the most famous were Huang Zhong and Lian Po. Huang Zhong and Lian Po were top-tier heroes who dominated an era, with unparalleled combat prowess.
"Buzz~~"
At this moment, a pair of large hands reached out from the Five Tiger Generals Scroll. Strands of white hair drifted down like snow. The tip of a cold, gleaming Phoenix Beak Saber slowly extended outwards from the scroll.
At this moment, Xie Feng, who was sealed in the void, saw that glint of cold light, and his eyeballs were filled with terror. The moment the saber appeared, it completely extinguished the flame of his survival.
"No..."
"How can such a powerful being exist on such a small island!"
Yang Hao looked up, squinting at the old man who had not yet fully emerged from the scroll, his heart filled with boundless emotion: "The general's spirit is in harmony with heaven, his white hair still troubles the Han. Willing to die without regret, he still feels ashamed when bowing his head. His precious saber shines like snow, displaying divine might; his iron cavalry, facing the wind, recalls the battle's fervor. His eternal high name should not be forgotten, forever accompanying the lonely moon to illuminate Xiangtan."