The Word of Heaven

Chapter 345 Seeing Invincibility

The high platform resembles a mountain peak, level with the bright moon.

A figure in black stood there, his clothes fluttering in the night wind, calmly observing the south as it surged forward.

Dozens of miles away, Wang Jingshuo, standing at the forefront of the flying boat, watched this scene. Looking at the Taoist leader who seemed to have descended to earth like an immortal, he suddenly recalled the words recorded in the ancient Taoist canon, which was also the origin of the princess's name.

—The sage faces south to listen to the world, and governs by facing the light.

How can one kill a saint?
Wang Jingshuo raised his hand, causing the flying boat formation to change and stop moving forward at high speed.

The next moment, all the flying boats suddenly emitted an extremely rich, deep blue light.

The dark earth had not yet been illuminated by the green awns.

In an instant, all the light and fire suddenly converged into a single beam, intersecting and converging on the foremost flying boat, eventually becoming a blue fireball shrunk countless times to resemble the sun.

then.

As Wang Jingshuo lowered his hand, the azure sun shot out like an arrow, directly towards the high platform formed by Daoist magic!

The wasteland was silent, without any booming sounds. The starlight falling on earth was not obscured, but rather strangely refracted, indicating that space had collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, the azure sun had already reached the Bright Moon Terrace and set with its dazzling light.

The Demon Lord showed due respect to the culmination of a century of hard work by the Qin military.

He looked at Qingyang quietly, stretched out his right hand, and tapped his thumb seven times with his index finger.

With a snap of the fingers, the starlight gained a more orderly form, like locks, swords, and spears, covering the earth from the sky, but along the way it was captured by the powerful gravitational pull of the blue light, rushing towards it.

This scene still didn't produce any sound. People only saw the sun-shaped blue light flicker as it crashed down, shrinking at a visible speed, its light becoming dimmer and dimmer, with pitch black beginning to become the dominant color.

In the end, the Demon Lord, as if plucking a flower, held it between his two fingers, admired it for a moment, and then casually destroyed it.

The entire process was quiet from beginning to end.

It was as if he had truly plucked a spring flower, rather than extinguishing the century-old pride of the Qin military.

On the airship, the military's elite soldiers watched this scene, their faces, hidden by their face shields, already extremely grim.

Upon learning of the target of tonight's attack, everyone knew that this would be the most difficult battle of their lives, but no matter how much they overestimated it... they never expected that the Dao Lord, who was not at his peak, would still be so powerful.

That azure light, indistinguishable from the sun, requires the simultaneous activation of the formations inscribed on five flying boats to unleash a full-force attack equivalent to that of a Dao-attaining realm cultivator.

Under normal circumstances, this would be enough to destroy the walls of any city outside the capital, including the royal palaces of various kingdoms. Or rather, this was the hypothetical scenario the military used when building the flying boats.

But was this attack on the Demon Lord a meaningless blow?

Just then, Wang Jingshuo's voice rang out.

"The most profound and subtle Daoist method of Xuandu is the Dao itself."

Before the words had even finished, and before the military experts on the airship could even settle their minds, a sudden change had already occurred.

The black robe fluttering in the vast moonlight suddenly shone with a clear light, revealing its sharp edge.

Despite being dozens of miles away, the scene on the high platform was not clearly visible, but General Xian Yishu and the others could still clearly perceive one fact in their minds: the other side had drawn its sword.

By the time the people on the airship realized this fact, the sword was already upon them.

The sword's edge is formless and intangible, invisible to the naked eye, yet the changes it brings are undeniably real.

boom!
With a deafening roar, a deep crack appeared on the hull of the flying boat, which was engraved with intricate array patterns. The ancient South China Sea driftwood, harder than steel, was actually pierced head-on by the sword's edge. With a piercing crack, countless fragments and twisted steel detached from the hull and scattered onto the earth.

The flying boat is like a ship sailing in the deep sea encountering huge waves, tilting and shaking violently, with the possibility of sinking at any moment.

All of this happened in an instant.

Wang Jingshuo didn't even have time to shout.

When he saw the Demon Lord on the Bright Moon Platform pointing his fingers again, about to strike with his second sword, he dared not hesitate any longer. He gripped his halberd, raised it high over his shoulder, and threw it more than thirty miles away.

The halberd pierced the air, creating a thunderous sound the moment it left the hand, and sparks flew in the night sky!

At the same time, he roared, "Get out of the way!"

The flying boats responded to the call and, disregarding their heavy loads, quickly widened the distance between them.

The military leaders, no longer dwelling on the fear brought on by the previous sword strike, regained their senses, their faces pale, and went about their own business.

With Xian and Shu at the head, the bowstrings were played like zither strings, and the arrows drew lines of varying thickness in the night sky, rushing towards the bright moon, much like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Then... even the halberd that first emitted black flames came to an abrupt halt, cut off halfway through its journey.

Clap clap clap!

It was as if the strings of the guqin were all cut at once, and dozens of balls of light, some large and some small, suddenly burst into the night sky.

The fireworks were dispersed by the night wind, and the military experts led by Wang Jingshuo could barely see the scene of the Demon Lord sweeping his sword across the battlefield.

No one has seen the true appearance of that sword, but everyone knows that he is holding a sword in his hand at this moment, and that sword may be called... Heaven and Earth.

How can we defeat such an enemy?
Since receiving that imperial decree, Wang Jingshuo has been sleepless with worry.

The study in the general's mansion was once filled with blank sheets of paper, all of which contained his thoughts on tonight's battle.

Time and effort may not guarantee victory, but at least it won't leave us helpless.

Wang Jingshuo slightly hunched over.

The powerful true energy flowed into his legs, and the ground of the flying boat made a slight sound.

Without a moment's hesitation, he shot himself out as if he were an arrow.

boom!
Several thick fog clouds appeared in the night sky, each one denser than the last. What they had in common was a hole in each of them, a trace left by Wang Jingshuo.

The distance of over thirty miles was shortened by more than half in the blink of an eye. Wang Jingshuo felt the fierce wind pouring into his armor, and a strong chill rose on his cheeks.

An extremely dangerous feeling arose in his Dao heart, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones, trying to force him to give up!
This is not the way of Tao.

It was a profound fear between life and death!

The invisible sword blade arrived.

At that moment, Wang Jingshuo raised his arms and crossed them in front of him.

The next moment, he clearly heard the sound of steel breaking, and the iron filings destroyed by the sword pierced his arm, bringing him intense pain and the seepage of blood.

He remained silent, calculating his limits, and before the string snapped, he decisively lowered his hands, facing the sword's edge head-on in his heavy armor.

As Wang Jingshuo launched his charge, more than ten other military experts who were not skilled in the art of aerial combat did the same thing... Then, a third of them were cut into a bloody mist by the sword's edge along with their heavy armor halfway through their journey, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Under the bright moonlight, the high platform is as beautiful as jade.

At the cost of his armor being completely destroyed, Wang Jingshuo once again stood firmly on the ground.

The moment he landed, dozens of wounds opened up on his body, splattering blood.

He looked up, panting, and reached out to wipe the red from his eyes.

His comrades who had led the charge came to his side one after another, about seven of them.

Wang Jingshuo looked at the Demon Lord and saw that the young man, whom he was not unfamiliar with, was quietly looking at him. His clear eyes showed no emotion, as calm as water.

It was as if this charge, which came at the cost of death, and all of that, were of no importance to him.

Wang Jingshuo looked at him, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

The remaining soldiers rose one after another, silently taking their positions and forming a battle formation.

Throughout the entire process, the Demon Lord stood by with his hands behind his back, observing.

This did not bring even the slightest relief to the people on the high platform under the bright moon; instead, they felt an even heavier pressure on their shoulders, becoming even more certain that they would not survive the night. Just then, a bright voice rang out, tinged with confusion.

"If even you die here, who will command those cavalry?"

"I am not the only king general of the Great Qin."

Wang Jingshuo answered in a hoarse voice, took a dark iron gun from someone else, and stepped forward.

After taking his first step, his figure suddenly stopped in place, as if he had been imprisoned by some powerful force.

However, this was just an illusion, or more accurately, an afterimage, because Wang Jingshuo had already appeared in front of the Demon Lord, handing over the iron spear in his hand.

The moonlight failed to brighten the iron spear; instead, the spearhead appeared even darker, like the color of dried blood.

The spearhead pierced through the air, and Wang Jingshuo only saw the Demon Lord lightly wave his sleeve, stirring up the night wind.

Despite it being just wind, the spear in his hand felt as if it were being struck head-on by a thousand giant waves, making it difficult to advance even an inch.

But tonight's battle is never just about one person.

The sound of arrows whistling rose again from afar, and they were rushing towards the enemy. The other generals on the high platform also made their moves, some with their fists, some with their iron swords, and some even with their vajras.

Various distinct auras intertwined through the array, forming a solid wall that relentlessly pressed towards the Demon Lord, attempting to crush him into mincemeat.

Wang Jingshuo was certain that even Zhao Qi and Pei Jingge, before they broke through to the next level, could only choose to avoid each other at this moment, trying their best to avoid a head-on collision and falling into a situation of exchanging injuries for injuries.

This formation is certainly not perfect; it has flaws that the Demon Lord would surely be able to spot at a glance. Therefore, the arrows coming from the flying boat are meant to fill in the gaps.

From any perspective, this coordinated attack was meticulously planned.

Even if you can't win, it's worth it as long as you injure the opponent.

Wang Jingshuo even considered how the Demon Lord would drift away and made contingency plans for it.

The Demon Lord's choice was not to leave.

It's a direct connection.

A hand calmly extended, and in the sight of all the powerful figures in the Qin army, grasped the tip of the dark iron spear.

The spearhead failed to pierce the palm of that hand. The immense true energy, using the spear shaft and Wang Jingshuo himself as a bridge, instantly blasted into the entire formation, encountering everyone and confronting them head-on.

The two forces clashed, and Wang Jingshuo's already injured wound reopened, gushing blood.

While he bore most of the impact, the others relentlessly channeled their true energy, forcing the attack to land even faster.

Ultimately... it came to an abrupt end.

No weapon managed to land on that black-clad figure.

The closest vajra was still about a finger joint away from the Demon Lord, yet it was now an insurmountable distance, with no possibility of advancing any further.

There was a loud bang!
An extremely terrifying shockwave erupted at the very center of the Bright Moon Platform, sweeping outwards in all directions and instantly scattering the armor of the Qin army's powerful warriors like dust.

Not a single speck of dust rose; the air remained clear and bright, and even the clouds within a radius of dozens of miles dispersed.

If someone were on Earth at this moment and looked up at the night sky, they would see a gigantic ring that defies description, a spectacle even more magnificent than any wonder.

The world was silent and still.

A moment later, someone collapsed weakly on the high platform under the bright moon, bringing with it a thud.

Wang Jingshuo did not die.

He lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and felt the Dao body after the true energy had ravaged it. His face was wrinkled from the intense pain.

A moment later, he dragged his injured body to his feet and glanced around.

Including him, only three people survived.

Four military experts with flawless bodies died in the earlier impact.

Wang Jingshuo thought about it and realized that it was no ordinary attack, but the legendary Dao Annihilation.

In the battle of Cangzhou two years ago, even someone as strong as Xi Lixuan after his fall from grace had to take this Daoist technique seriously... The Demon Lord is far superior to him now, so this outcome is only natural.

Another whooshing sound came from afar, followed by yet another arrow.

The Demon Lord reached out and grasped it.

Wang Jingshuo's eyes lit up slightly.

This undoubtedly indicates that their enemy is no longer in a good state.

Good fortune and misfortune always go hand in hand.

The arrow that the Demon Lord had been holding was thrown out by him again, accompanied by a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the night sky.

Not a single tiny drop of blood bloomed, and Xian Yishu, who fired that arrow, is still alive.

The aircraft involved in the accident was a flying boat.

Like a glacier collapsing.

The foremost airship began to disintegrate the moment the arrow pierced it, turning into countless fragments of different sizes, which, along with the flames generated by the intense friction with the air, crashed to the ground.

Hearing the loud noise coming from behind, Wang Jingshuo's face turned even paler.

But in the next moment, his eyes flashed again, this time with anger.

The Demon Lord said something to him.

"I'll teach you how to use a gun."

……

……

This sentence was uttered in a calm tone.

Even Wang Jingshuo, the person involved, could not accuse the statement of being sarcastic or mocking; he had to admit that it was a plain and objective statement.

However, he couldn't help but hear... no, he heard an undeniable and intense feeling from it.

That feeling can only be described in two words.

—Invincible.

This is a sentence that only someone invincible in the world could utter.

……

……

On the Bright Moon Terrace, Wang Jingshuo stood up.

He looked at the young man holding the spear, thinking about the man's connection with the princess and the many things that happened during his military career a hundred years ago. After a long silence, he said "okay" with a complicated expression.

At the same time, the survivors all stood up.

The Demon Lord said nothing, but slightly raised the tip of his spear, his meaning perfectly clear.

--please.

Wang Jingshuo was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

Under the bright moon, I met the Demon Lord and fought him without equal.

I have already lived a worthwhile life.

(End of this chapter)