Longzang

Chapter 735 The Final Battle

The dark silver-haired warrior saw Wei Yuan and was somewhat surprised. He said, "This world still has a Dharma form? Hmm, it's alright, but it's just an ordinary Dharma form. It seems that this world has already advanced, but it's just using some methods to conceal it."

The woman with pale golden hair said, "Leave this guy to me."

She reached Wei Yuan in a single step, drew her curved sword from her waist, and slashed at his waist. This strike was incredibly powerful; a single blow could terrify even gods and demons!
Long Ying appeared beside Wei Yuan, wielding the Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword to block the attack.

As the swords clashed, a thousand-foot-long aura instantly rippled out, and the dragon eagle was directly slashed back a hundred feet! If the Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword had not been based on an immortal sword, this strike would have already cut him and the sword in two.

This wolf girl not only possessed a perfected Dharma Aspect, but also an exceptionally powerful one, ranking among the top even among immortal Dharma Aspects. Her talent was comparable to Ji Liuli and Feng Tingyu, and Long Ying, who was only at the late stage of the Dharma Aspect, was far from being her match.

The wolf girl with pale golden hair missed her first attack and instantly appeared in front of the dragon eagle, slashing dozens of times! The dragon eagle was like a rubber ball, being hacked and swayed, only managing to withstand the blows thanks to the material of the Scarlet Night Immortal-Slaying Sword.

After failing to defeat her opponent with a fierce attack, the wolf girl with pale golden hair was also taken aback. Then, looking at the Crimson Night Immortal-Slaying Sword in the Dragon Eagle's hand, her eyes lit up with fervor: "A true immortal sword in the making!"

Then her gaze towards Long Ying changed, becoming bloodthirsty and disgusted: "You are not worthy of using her! Put her down immediately and get out of here, and I might spare your life!"

Dragon Eagle returned the favor with the middle finger.

Enraged, the wolf girl slashed the dragon eagle back a hundred feet with a single blow, then gave chase.

The warrior with dark silver hair didn't move, his eyes filled with a strange look as he carefully observed Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan didn't move, but asked, "If you have such a secret method, your clan must have a large number of people."

The warrior with dark silver hair said slowly, "With this secret technique, as long as we fight a few more battles, even a large number of our people will decrease."

Wei Yuan then asked, "May I know your name?"

"Silver Blade".

"Your talent isn't necessarily the best, so why did you reach the top?"

Silver Blade hadn't expected Wei Yuan to ask such a question. He replied, "When I was young, I wasn't particularly outstanding. I was just lucky. In the great battles, the geniuses of the clan fell one by one, but I survived. In my childhood memories, the warriors on the throne changed three times. In the end, those who were originally stronger than me died, and when the throne became vacant again, I was the only candidate left. So, I was fortunate enough to gain the throne's approval."

Wei Yuan astutely grasped a key point: "It sounds like you've had a lot of battles?"

"That is our destiny. War is not something we can choose, just like the war with you."

Wei Yuan kept racking his brains, looking for the next question.

Outside the central city, hundreds of thousands of mortals were busily constructing several simple arrays, like ants. Teams of believers entered the arrays, each taking up a key position. This revealed the differences between the various immortal plants; some teams consisted of 512 people, while others had 4096.

Even the simplest battle formation requires ten thousand people to form, and even a team of a thousand people takes time to get everyone in position. So Wei Yuan was chatting while dragging his silver blade along to buy time.

After answering Wei Yuan's two questions, Yin Ren suddenly said, "It's almost time. Your backup plan should be ready, right?"

"You know I'm stalling for time?"

"I know. Because I'm stalling for time too. I want to... see her a little longer."

Silverblade seemed to sigh as he withdrew his gaze, saying, "Her and Thunder's talents far surpass mine, but because I was on the throne, they could never break through. Now that Thunder is dead, as long as I die too, the throne will be hers. Once she ascends the throne, the tribe will become even stronger."

Wei Yuan shook his head: "Strength does not equal a good king. In terms of the prosperity and multiplication of the leader's tribe, she is far inferior to you."

Silver Blade hadn't expected Wei Yuan to say such a thing. He sighed softly and said, "Once she sits on the throne, she will learn and grow."

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "There can only be one throne? Why is that?"

"That's a question for the Immortal Venerable. I'd also like to know why," Wei Yuan said. "How about this? We have a small population here, so there are no restrictions. The Immortal Venerable's small world is less than twenty. If you bring your entire clan to join us, we'll give you two more thrones! What do you say?"

Silverblade was taken aback, then burst into laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke.

Wei Yuan was also puzzled: "What's so funny?"

"I laugh at your foolishness! It seems you and my race are both races that have been fortunate enough to develop self-will. But we are all formed from the immortal power of immortal venerables, essentially part of the immortal body. How can we possibly change our allegiance?"

Silver Blade pointed at the several Dao Foundation Warriors around him and said, "Can they switch sides? Obviously not! But what about these people?"

This time, he was referring to Han Li and Dugu Cangqiong.

Wei Yuan turned his head and glanced at it, seemingly lost in thought.

Silver Blade said, “We were originally just pawns of the Immortal Venerable, and all we had to do was obey. Now that we have our own will, it’s become troublesome. All we think about all day is how to get rid of the Immortal Venerable. Tell me, how could the Immortal Venerable give a second throne to a race like ours? If the world hadn’t already been set, the first throne would probably have been taken back as well.”

Wei Yuan suddenly realized that this clan were all rebels. No wonder the Left Wise King or the Junior National Preceptor bestowed such a secret technique on them; they were meant to be used as cannon fodder and worn down.

But what did Silver Blade mean when he pointed at Han Li and Dugu Cangqiong? Were these two also traitors, so they were secretly sympathizing with each other?

At this moment, Wei Yuan's mind was already quite deep. After thinking it over, he felt that Han Li was very likely, but Dugu Cangqiong was not so likely. He was rather stupid and could not do the job of a rebel.

What about Jun Weizhi and Fuyao? Wei Yuan felt that the suspicion of these two could not be ruled out, but for some reason, they might have been overlooked by Yin Ren.

By this time, the conversation had nearly ended, and several of the formations had been set up. A fighting spirit ignited in Wei Yuan's eyes.

Silver Blade slowly drew his twin swords, one long and one short, the shorter sword held in reverse. He pointed the swords at Wei Yuan, then the twin swords unleashed a burst of purple light as they slashed down at Wei Yuan.

As Wei Yuan slashed halfway through, suddenly his vision blurred and the silver blade was already behind him!

Wei Yuan swung his sword to block, but missed. Looking down, he saw a long wound on his ribs, from which a dark, obscure light emanated.

Then, replenished by the energy of human life, the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

Silver Blade also looked surprised. He looked at the short sword and saw a trace of black blood, less than half a finger's width, on the tip, which was now disappearing rapidly.

His strike was like hitting something slippery and tough; the blade involuntarily deflected, failing to strike any vital organs.

"So you are the master of this world. No wonder you have such good fortune that you avoided that blow. But that blow must have destroyed a lot of your good fortune! How much good fortune do you have left, and how long can you hold on?" Silver Blade said, running his finger along the longsword. The purple flames on the blade deepened, almost turning black.

Wei Yuan examined his sea of ​​consciousness. He had just been struck by a knife, and dozens of wisps of azure energy had vanished. It seemed that luck could indeed withstand fatal attacks. For the past six months, Wei Yuan had been engaged in a bloody battle with the Liao tribe, while Qingming had been recuperating and rebuilding, engaging in only one major battle with the Zhao Kingdom's vanguard and continuously absorbing refugees.

Therefore, the losses incurred during the war were constantly being replenished, and the Qi was only slowly declining. Currently, there are still over 500,000 units of Azure Qi remaining. If the Silver Blade were to deliver another 10,000 blows, Wei Yuan would surely die.

Wei Yuan said, "How much luck is left? You'll know if you try to cut me a few times." As soon as the words left his mouth, Wei Yuan regretted it. Why did he have to provoke him? He hadn't thought before he said it, and it just slipped out unintentionally.

Seeing the silver blade strike again, Wei Yuan focused all his attention and swung his sword to block. However, the silver blade's figure flashed again, its movements instantly dozens of times faster, clearly and rhythmically passing by Wei Yuan and arriving behind him. But the strike, which was originally meant to sever his heart, suddenly deviated, instead glancing away from Wei Yuan's shoulder.

This strike was extremely powerful, actually annihilating nearly a thousand green qi!
Wei Yuan was taken aback and immediately activated the array he had already set up. A chilling aura from the forest appeared out of nowhere and landed on Yin Ren, instantly slowing his movements. This chilling aura was of an extremely high level, not only slowing his body but also correspondingly slowing his thoughts by half.

This formation was set up by the Ice Glass Divine Wood, and it was extremely large in scale, involving a total of 50,000 mortals. Although each mortal was weak, their strength was accumulated like sand forming a tower, and with the Ice Glass Divine Wood as the central hub, their rank was extremely high. Even the Silver Blade could not withstand it.

Immediately afterward, a dark red flame appeared out of thin air and began to burn on Silver Blade's body. Silver Blade felt as if hundreds of tiny holes had opened all over his body, and his vital energy and magical power were constantly leaking away. He reached out and patted his body, but he couldn't extinguish the flames, nor could he feel any heat.

He was slightly surprised and said, "Karmic Fire?"

(End of this chapter)