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Chapter 341 Zhang Yuanzhu: The battle begins, kill! (4000)

Roar!
The golden dragon howled and collapsed with a roar, turning into specks of light that scattered across the mountains and rivers.

Within the capital city, the surviving cultivators stared blankly at the dissipated golden dragon and the emperor who had turned to ashes.

"Your Majesty, we have been defeated!"

"With 100,000 elite troops fighting to the death and exhausting their magic power, fighting against lower-level opponents with higher-level cultivation, how could he possibly lose?"

"Activate the grand formation to escort the prince away. When the patriarch returns, he will surely settle accounts with everyone."

Some wailed in despair, some cursed the emperor and collapsed to the ground, while others frantically rushed towards the palace.
All aspects of life are presented before us.

Amidst the raging winds and the fluttering of his blood-red robes, Zhang Yuanzhu stood atop a crimson dragon, gazing upon his fallen adversary.

His gaze fell upon the slashes that started on his shoulder and spread to his abdomen, almost splitting his body in two.

As for his palms, they were a bloody mess, revealing the bare white bones.

"I won after all!"

The young man whispered, his double pupils gleaming with a blue light, a rich vitality permeating the wounds and scorch marks.

Muscles twitched, skin reappeared, and wisps of pale flame were squeezed out of the body and vanished.

With a single breath, a torrent of spiritual energy surged forth, transforming into a spiritual storm that stretched from the heavens to the earth.

The depleted magical power and exhausted blood and energy were restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was calm as he raised his blood-stained hand, his five fingers spread wide.

With a gentle touch!
Buzz~buzz~
A shimmering white figure, a royal sword, hurtled towards them and hovered before them.

The Emperor Sword trembled violently, emitting a series of sword cries filled with sorrow, yet it was entwined with strands of shimmering white light, from which it could not break free.

The young man clenched his fists and grabbed the Emperor's Sword.

Boom!

Magic power, vital energy, and spiritual consciousness surged forth like waves, cleansing all the marks within the Emperor Sword.

At the same time, he withdrew his hand and brought the Emperor Sword close to his eyes for a closer look.

The hilt is plain white with dragon patterns and inlaid with rare stones, while the blade is golden and sharp, exuding nobility and magnificence.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's commentary.

Then, he looked towards the imperial city, his double pupils narrowing slightly as he focused all his energy on probing.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the myriad forms of life are clearly visible, like the lines on the palm of one's hand.

He took a few steps and arrived at the top of the palace. Looking down, he saw the cultivators, princes, and concubines fleeing in panic. These so-called noble people were in a sorry state.

The young man grinned, a look of satisfaction on his face.

His entire family perished in this world, some freezing to death by the roadside, some starving to death in the wilderness, and some fleeing in the city, while he alone survived.

"Come, take this sword!"

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed loudly, ignoring the trembling of the imperial sword, he forcibly raised it and slashed down with a thunderous crash.

boom!
The sword light surged forth, reaching from the sky to the earth.

A dazzling sword aura, carrying unparalleled sharpness, slashed down at lightning speed.

In an instant, the palace collapsed, and countless lives were reduced to blood and bones amidst cries of agony, covering the earth.

At this moment, whether strong or weak, noble as a prince or lowly as a eunuch, there is no difference whatsoever.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was icy as he stared at the corner of the palace, dodging the remnants of a sword strike, and raised the Imperial Sword once more.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, as a citizen of the Great Yuan, do you really intend to extinguish the Lie clan? How can you bear it?”

An elderly man dressed in court attire, exuding an extraordinary air, emerged from the remnants of the army and looked up to the sky, demanding an answer.

"The Lie family ruled the country for a thousand years and has been of great kindness to the people of the Yuan Dynasty and to our ancestors. How can we be so indebted to them?"

Another warrior stepped forward, his face bearing the resolve to die.

"Senior, the direct bloodline is already extinct. Leave behind the collateral bloodline and do not let its lineage die out."

Some eunuchs knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, weeping blood and wailing in grief.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained indifferent, without the slightest change.

"Are you finished?"

The raised arm crashed down, the blinding sword light illuminating the heavens and earth, carrying a resolute determination to cut down everything.

"Then go to hell!"

Amidst the chilling whisper, the sword flashed down.

Amidst the ruins and rubble, everyone wore expressions of despair.

Suddenly, the young man surrounded in the middle, dressed in a white and gold robe, looked over with ecstasy and turned his head to look outside the city.

"Ancestor!"

Before the sound had even faded, an incredibly powerful aura emanated from the ends of the earth.

A furious roar followed, shattering mountains and rivers and raising clouds of dust.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you deserve to die!"

The young man's face remained unchanged, his hands remained steady, and the sword light that slashed down was as sharp as ever.

Stab! Stab!
Limbs were scattered everywhere, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and court officials, generals, and eunuchs were all turned into blood and bones under the sword light.

Finally, the sword flashed across the boy, and his head flew up, looking eastward with hope until his last breath.

With a single sword strike, the palace was utterly annihilated.

Zhang Yuanzhu landed on the ground and walked through the ruins, collecting the scattered storage bags.

As for the rapidly approaching aura from outside the city, they never even glanced at it.

A tall, white-haired old man arrived in Dadu in the blink of an eye, staring at the red shadow with a ferocious look in his eyes.

"die!"

The old man growled and was about to make a move.

boom! boom! Boom~
Four consecutive booming sounds shook the mountains and the earth. Array plates rose into the air, array flags fluttered in the wind, and array patterns appeared.

In the blink of an eye, countless array patterns, radiance, and terrain intertwined and converged, transforming into the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird, standing in the four directions.

A killing formation descended, blocking the old man's path and his way home.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, scooped up a storage bag from the minced meat, and smiled.

"The first fish!"

With a slight tremor of his fingers, blood dripped down.

Then, he put the bag away and continued looting the spoils.

He began to speed up, weaving through the ruins, his double pupils deep and unfathomable, his spiritual sense probing and scanning every minute detail.

They discovered one secret room and treasure trove after another.

Ten breaths!

Thirty breaths!!

A cup of tea!!!

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and looked at the palace with some regret, as there were still many treasures he had not collected.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Turning around, I looked outside the city. The dense array patterns obscured the vision of living beings, making it impossible to see what was happening inside the array.

For Zhang Yuanzhu, this was naturally not a problem.

Within the great formation, the old man made one move after another. The Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird had already disappeared, leaving only the White Tiger and Black Tortoise struggling to hold on.

Suddenly, the old man looked up and gazed outside the formation.

Their gazes crossed the great formation, spanned the sky, and clashed.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

The hoarse roar, like a whisper from hell, carried the most intense killing intent.

The young man tilted his head slightly, casually brushed off his blood-stained robe, slung the refined imperial sword over his shoulder, slung a gleaming white ruler over his arm, and strode forward.

In just a few steps, they arrived outside the formation, gazing at the old man who was attacking frantically inside.

Within the great formation, pale flames burned fiercely, while the Black Tortoise and White Tiger appeared illusory and dim, as if they would shatter at any moment.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arms and cast a spell.

Boom~
The array patterns flickered, the array plate trembled, and the entire array was glowing and burning, with surging spiritual energy gathering to strengthen it.

The listless sacred beast instantly became active and charged at the old man once more.

"The Lie Clan Ancestor?"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, but his voice carried a certainty. "You betrayed your sect and colluded with the Yan Kingdom; your crime is deserved."

The young man suddenly stopped speaking, a mocking smile appearing on his face. He shook his head and said bluntly:

"Never mind, I came here to kill you only for personal revenge!"

"Kill me? Even if this formation is special and takes advantage of the terrain of the imperial city, it is still not enough to kill a True Person."

The Yuan Kingdom's patriarch stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, his anger subsiding and turning into coldness.

With a wave of his hand, magical power erupted, transforming into raging flames that repelled the White Tiger and Black Tortoise, causing the great formation to tremble.

"Once I break this formation, I will personally dismember you to appease the bloodline of the Lie clan."

The old man glanced at the ruined imperial city out of the corner of his eye, gazing at the blood and bones that covered the mountains and rivers. The hatred in his heart was so intense that even the waters of the world could not wash it away.

He had received an invitation from the Yuan Emperor two days earlier, when Anping, the secondary capital, was captured, and was rushing back to the capital with all his might, but he was ultimately a step too late.

Shaking his head, the old man stopped thinking about it, and all his distracting thoughts turned into the deepest killing intent.

boom! boom!
A sea of ​​fire raged, the air and space were distorted, and the temperature rose wildly.

Even with the advantage of the terrain, the Black Tortoise and the White Tiger retreated again and again, emitting mournful cries.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, continuously casting spells in his palms to control the great formation and deplete the enemy's strength.

Time ticked by, and the confrontation between the two sides intensified.

After a stick of incense.

Zhang Yuanzhu loosened the hand seal, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. After all, he was a True Person of the Condensing Fiend Realm, not to be underestimated.

The enemy broke through the formation faster than expected.

In the next instant, the young man opened his palms, then suddenly clasped them together, and slowly uttered a single word:
"burst!"

In an instant, the Four Saints Formation, which was on the verge of collapse, fell silent.

Rays of light burst forth from the earth, from the array plates, from the array flags, from all tangible things, like a great white sun blooming and rising on the earth.

Rumble!
A deafening roar, accompanied by billowing air currents and raging flames, swept across the vast wilderness.

A faint roar could be heard coming from the center of the explosion.

The young man leisurely stepped back and formed a hand seal with both palms.

In an instant, a vast array appeared, descending once more and covering the land and rivers.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu began to observe the formation and the [characteristic] of Explosion, the power generated by the double self-destruction.

An old man with blood-stained robes and charred hair and beard stood in the deep, glass-like pit, his eyes filled with malice.

"Zhang Yuanzhu!!!"

With a low roar, he attacked again, the raging white flames becoming even more intense and surging.

The chains of light formed by the array patterns crumbled inch by inch before they even got close.

Half an hour later!
Another roar resounded, and a blazing sun burst forth from the ground, its rolling shockwaves causing the ruins of the imperial city to tremble.

Zhang Yuanzhu simply retreated another step, restarting a large formation to surround the old man.

The young man stood on the hill, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind. He looked at the Ning Sha Zhenren struggling inside the formation, one hand forming a hand seal and the other resting on the Measuring Ruler.

"I have set up a nine-directional great formation, each wave stronger and more ferocious than the last. You will not be able to escape."

The voice was calm, yet it clearly reached the ears of the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch.

The old man's face was grim. How could such a formation be arranged in nine layers, each layer interlocking without missing a single one? It exceeded his imagination of formations.

The patriarch didn't believe it; the other party must be deceiving him.

Despite his injuries, he attacked with all his might, and killed!

On the other side, Zhang Yuanzhu watched his opponent constantly attacking within the formation, his double pupils deep and unfathomable. Of course, he was deceiving his opponent.

There's no such thing as a nine-layered formation; he set up a full nineteen-layered killing formation, plus a fragment of a Daoist artifact to reinforce it.
The ancestor of the Yuan Kingdom must die!
Lost in thought, he raised his hand, which was resting on the ruler, and waved it gently.

Streams of light burst forth from his bosom, hovering in mid-air, revealing a dense array of spirit stones, jade slips, storage bags, and spiritual herbs—everything imaginable.

These were all spiritual items he had searched for in the Yuan Kingdom's palace, and it was time to take stock of them.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze swept across the area, and one by one the storage bags exploded, scattering the spiritual items inside into the air.

He stretched out his palm and began to carefully select.

Soon, three piles of spiritual items were placed in front of him.

Elixirs, pills, spirit stones, and some miscellaneous items were piled up on the right side.

Jade books, jade slips, and ancient texts are placed in the middle.

The ritual implements and spiritual artifacts are piled up on the left side.

He first put away the elixirs and spirit stones.

Then, he turned his gaze to the left, to the place where the utensils were placed.

The magic weapon is useless to him. We can activate the [Special Feature] Explosion later to increase the power of the formation.

However, the two magical artifacts they acquired were still of some value.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the blood-red spear and the dragon-patterned shield placed in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, first grasped the shield, and then lightly tapped the shield with his five fingers.

clang clang ~
The sound of metal clashing echoed through the sky.

"A high-grade spiritual weapon, that's a pleasant surprise."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

A thought came to my mind.

The magical artifact in his hand disappeared and then reappeared.

"Dragon-patterned black shield, it's a pity it doesn't have any [trait]."

He then put away the magical artifact and looked at the blood-red spear.

Without hesitation, I grabbed it and examined it closely.

"A mid-grade spiritual weapon is just right for me."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, first checking with his hand to confirm that there were no [special characteristics] before sticking the blood-red spear aside.

Finally, the young man looked at the jade slips and ancient books placed in the middle and carefully opened them.

As time passed, a hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes. They were all just ordinary spells, techniques, and miscellaneous notes, not very useful.

"what!"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked surprised as he gazed at the golden jade book in his palm.

The Method of Guiding the Dragon and Connecting Qi!
This is a method for gathering dragon energy, which can condense the thoughts of all people and armies, gather the national fortune from the unseen realm, and transform it into a dragon energy.

The golden dragon beneath Emperor Yuan's feet was forged in this way.

The young man only glanced through it once before putting away the secret technique and continuing to peruse the jade slips and ancient books.

Unfortunately, there were no other gains.

'There must still be important treasures we haven't found. We'll search for them again after this matter is settled.'

Zhang Yuanzhu speculated.

He casually picked up the jade slips and ancient books on the ground, intending to return them to the Daoist lineage as a foundation.

Looking back now, the biggest gain is still the Emperor Sword that I carry on my back.

The Emperor Sword is a top-grade spiritual weapon; if one is lucky enough, it may be transformed into a malevolent weapon.

After taking stock of the gains from this battle, Zhang Yuanzhu began to summarize the losses from the assassination attempt.

This time, after breaching Dadu and killing the Yuan Emperor, the Remnant Xuan Furnace was broken, the Glazed Green Robe was shattered, and the Five Thunder Pearls were also partially damaged.

From this perspective, the gains and losses are not far apart.

The young man, lost in thought, grasped the crimson spear beside him and began to refine it.

The Yuan Kingdom's patriarch, trapped in the formation, naturally saw the young man casually selecting his belongings, and his eyes widened in shock, blood streaming down his face.

"kill!"

The spiritual platform trembled, and malevolent energy mixed with magical power surged out wildly, causing the great formation to shake.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm throughout, using one hand to manipulate the formation and suppress the old man, while the other hand refined the blood-red spear in his palm.

An hour later, the third great formation shattered.

The deafening roar rang out again, and before the billowing flames and shockwaves had dissipated, another killing formation rose up, trapping the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood atop the hill, carrying the Emperor's Sword on his back and holding a spear in one hand.

He looked at the increasingly disheveled old man in the formation, a wide grin spreading across his face.

(End of this chapter)