Douluo: Summon the God and Demon Li Xin, Thousand Flows Tremble

Chapter 192 The Emperor is furious, blood flows for thousands of miles! Defeat the Evil Eyed Saint King! Dai Mubai commits suicide!

Xue Luochuan knew he couldn't retreat.

Otherwise, this vast army will be in a desperate situation!

When he thought of this, his eyes were completely different!

Xue Luochuan gathered all his power of faith, wielded the Emperor's Sword, and pointed it to the sky!
His whole body was shining brightly, and the brilliant power of faith poured into the Emperor's Sword like a torrent.

The sword hummed, and the sword body emitted a dazzling light, as if it was going to completely dispel the darkness in the world.

Xue Luochuan's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted:
"When the emperor is angry, blood will flow for thousands of miles!"

Then he swung the sword with all his might.

In an instant, a devastating sword energy erupted with him as the center, turning into an invisible shock wave that quickly spread in all directions.

Wherever this sword energy passed, space was shattered and mountains and rivers collapsed.

The earth was torn into bottomless ravines, and the mountains were instantly turned into powder.

The wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, and the whole world seemed to be caught in the catastrophe of doomsday.

Dai Mubai, who had been so proud and arrogant, couldn't help but change his expression suddenly in front of this powerful force, and his eyes revealed unprecedented fear.

He could feel the terrifying power of this sword!
He didn't even have time to dodge!
The Emperor's sword, shining with endless light, swept across the void with unparalleled power.

Wherever the sword light went, the meteor shower disappeared in an instant like a dream bubble, without even a trace left.

The sword energy remains unabated.

The sword flashed like lightning, tearing the void.

Under this stunning sword,
The shadow of the Evil Eyed Saint King was pierced through by a sword!
The originally powerful and sacred aura stagnated in an instant, and its ferocious three-eyed face was full of astonishment and unwillingness.

"No! I have been planning for a million years, why did I end up like this!"

With a shrill scream, its body was shattered by the sword light.

The brilliant light of the soul bloomed like fireworks, but quickly dimmed and dissipated.

The surrounding space seemed to tremble with fear at this scene, with strong winds howling and clouds of dust rising all over the sky.

The once invincible Saint King Evil Eyes was reduced to ashes under Xue Luochuan's sword and completely disappeared from this world.

Dai Mubai let out a painful roar.

The light on his body dimmed instantly, and the powerful aura receded like the tide.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground hard, splashing up a cloud of dust.

There was a dead silence on the battlefield. Everyone was stunned by this shocking scene, staring blankly at Xue Luochuan's godlike figure.

Dai Mubai held his breath, his eyes widened with fear, his original confidence and arrogance disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep fear and disbelief.

He looked at Xue Luochuan, his body shaking uncontrollably, as if he had seen the world's most terrifying nightmare.

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was filled with panic: "How is this possible!"

Her beautiful face was distorted by extreme fear, her hands unconsciously covered her mouth, and her eyes were full of despair at the situation.

The people of the Xing Luo Empire wailed, the sounds of pain and fear intertwined together.

"It's over, it's all over!"

"Help!"

Some of them collapsed to the ground, some covered their heads and ran away. The originally neat team was instantly in chaos. The arrogance they once had was gone, leaving only the fear of failure and death.

The morale of the people in Xuanyong was greatly boosted, and their shouts resounded through the sky, full of enthusiasm and excitement.

"Charge! For victory!"

"The glory of the empire begins today!"

The soldiers waved their weapons and rushed towards Xingluo Imperial Pass like a tide. Their steps were firm and powerful, and their eyes were burning with the desire for victory.

Meng Tian also showed a victorious smile, a smile of relief that came from finally seeing the light of day after going through so many hardships.

His eyes were filled with heroism and confidence, as if he had seen the flag of victory fluttering in the wind:
“Although I didn’t do anything and just lay here at the beginning, I felt very involved!”

He waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"My men, follow me and charge forward. Let the enemy see the majesty of Xuan Yong!"

At his roar, the attack of the Xuanyong soldiers became more fierce and unstoppable.

The war lasted for another half day before it ended.

At Baili Di Pass, the air was filled with smoke and the shouting and screaming gradually subsided.

Xuan Yong's military flag fluttered in the wind, announcing the final outcome of this fierce battle.

The walls of Diguan were in ruins, with smoke and blood everywhere.

The once mighty Xingluo army is now in disarray and in disarray.

They either fell in a pool of blood or fled in panic, no longer having their former majesty.

The Xuanyong soldiers cheered, their tears of excitement mixed with sweat.

They hugged each other and celebrated this hard-earned victory.

After countless charges into battle and countless life-and-death struggles, at this moment, all the efforts have been rewarded.

Meng Tian stood wearily on the high ground, looking at the scene of victory before him, his heart filled with emotion:

"The Xuanyong Empire is finally going to be established!"

From now on, Xuanyong's name will be engraved in the long history of this continent and become a symbol of glory and brilliance.

Amid the smoke of gunpowder, Dai Mubai looked at the devastation and destruction, his heart filled with despair and regret.

All the ambitions I once had have now become a bubble.

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing beside him. Their eyes met and they looked at each other in silence, but they could read the determination in each other's eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground covered with blood and dust.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, as if this was their last resort.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing slowly closed their eyes, raised the swords in their hands, and stabbed themselves in the chest without hesitation.

Blood gushed out, staining their clothes red, and also staining the land beneath their feet that they had once fought for.

Their bodies slowly fell down like withered flowers, and their lives ended at this moment.

The former glory and honor all disappeared with their departure, leaving only this dead silent battlefield to witness their tragic ending.

Xue Luochuan stood on a high place, his battle robe fluttering in the wind, but it was already badly tattered and stained with blood and dust.

However, the expression on his face remained firm and calm.

Although those bright eyes revealed deep fatigue, their gaze was still firmly looking into the distance.

He raised his head slightly, feeling the breeze brushing across his cheeks, which carried with it the bloody and sad scent of post-war times.

Every muscle in his body ached and every breath seemed heavy, but he still stood tall like a towering mountain.

At his feet was the battlefield that had just experienced the baptism of blood and fire, where countless lives had been lost.

He knew that his fight brought peace and tranquility.

This responsibility and commitment allows him to stand up straight even when he is extremely tired, becoming the eternal hope and symbol in everyone's hearts.

(End of this chapter)