Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 586 Slaying Three Grandmasters: A Trembling Experience for Mortals Gazing Up at the Heavenly Dao

The canyon, reflected in the blood jade marrow, suddenly boiled, and the Blood River Slaughtering Sword in Yuwen Zhuo's hand emitted a shrill shriek that made ten thousand ghosts cry out.

Ten thousand wronged souls coalesced in the blood-red river to form the Eastern Wei Heavenly Wolf Battle Banner, while the illusory images of the three Grandmasters merged in the void, transforming into the Yellow Springs Bone Mountain that blotted out the sky.

“Yuwen Zhuo, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Wolf Guard of the Eastern Wei Imperial Court.” Yin Jiuyou narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the three illusory figures.

"Ranked forty-second on the Heavenly List, the Mountain Moving Master Lü Tiangang."

"A demonic cultivator from another realm, a Grandmaster-level expert named Blood Soul Master."

Three grandmasters.

Before the vehicle, Luo Hongxiu gripped the sharp blade wrapped around her cuff, held her breath, and watched Zhang Yuan walking on air ahead.

Not only her, but all three hundred cavalrymen raised their heads, their faces solemn.

They could face an army of ten thousand men without fear and easily annihilate ten thousand bandits, but they were powerless to face three grandmasters.

Can Qingyang Marquis really defeat three Grandmasters by himself?
Back then, outside Yuncang City, Marquis Qingyang beheaded Yuwen Jue, a Grandmaster of Eastern Wei, but that was a Grandmaster who was exhausted.

That was achieved by borrowing the strength of an army of three million.

Before the altar, Gu Qingzhou and the others were so nervous that they dared not look up.

On the altar, Yuwen Zhuo's hair and beard stood on end, and his sword, drawing a hundred-foot-long river of blood, pressed down upon him.

Thirty-six dark yellow mountains appeared around Lü Tiangang, each peak radiating a powerful pressure capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

The Blood Soul Master transformed into a crimson mist, with countless soul threads spreading across the battlefield like poisonous spider webs.

The ice lotus beneath Zhang Yuan's feet suddenly bloomed with twelve layers of frost patterns.

The divine soul of the Tongyou Realm surged into the sky like a reversed celestial river, and the right fist, wrapped with the Crimson Dragon Rope, burst forth with dazzling golden light. Where the fist passed, the phantom of an ancient divine beast devouring the sky and eating the sun appeared.

The fist, wrapped in the Crimson Dragon Rope, burst forth with dazzling golden light, and Zhang Yuan shattered the blood jade marrow rock layer beneath his feet with a single step.

Before the three grandmasters on the altar could even form hand seals, the fist intent crashed into the center of the blood-red altar like a falling meteor.

fast.

Zhang Yuan's speed is incredibly fast!

The Grandmaster Yin Jiuyou, who was on guard against by the three Grandmasters on the altar, did not make a move. It was Qingyang Hou who made the move!
"boom--"

The hundred-foot-long altar crumbled inch by inch under the impact of the Tongyou Realm's divine soul, and the basalt pillars engraved with demonic patterns turned into dust and flew away.

With a single blow, Zhang Yuan shattered the altar, and his figure vanished from the spot.

Zhang Yuan's left arm was wrapped with a crimson dragon rope around his fist, and the power of the Ten Abysses of Mountains and Rivers Cave Heaven condensed into a materialized dark golden dragon head phantom at the edge of his fist.

This punch carried the shockwaves of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique Nine Abyss. Before the fist wind even arrived, the entire Blood Jade Marrow Rock layer surged and cracked like boiling water.

"boom--"

Before the grotesque, bearded man on the left could solidify into a mountain of bones, Zhang Yuan's figure had already pierced through the blood mist like a ghost, his right fist, wrapped in the Crimson Dragon Rope, striking heavily into his chest.

This strike was even faster!

"The power of the Twenty-Two Abysses—"

The burly man's pupils reflected the layers of dark gold spirals on his fist, a terrifying superposition of the Dragon Elephant Golden Body Three Abysses, the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Nine Abysses, and the Mountain and River Grotto-Heaven Ten Abysses.

The immense force of 2.2 billion jin was compressed into the size of a needle tip under his effortless control. The moment the fist's intent pierced through Lü Tiangang's chest, seven ring-shaped shockwaves exploded behind him, creating a powerful, multi-layered impact.

"Crack!"

Lu Tiangang's Xuanhuang Bone Armor, which was said to be able to bear mountains, spread like a spider web from the cracks in his chest. The shockwave of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison ran down his spine and straight to the soles of his feet, and his ankles stomped out radial cracks three zhang deep in the basalt of the altar.

Amidst a thunderous explosion that shook the heavens, blood spurted from all 360 acupoints on the body of this Grandmaster of Body Cultivation.

That was the immense power of the Twenty-Two Abysses, using the silent, penetrating technique of falling snow, shattering all the meridian nodes.

"Crack!"

The sound of a spine breaking, mixed with the crisp sound of glass shattering in a cave, exploded out. Lu Tiangang, the "Mountain Mover" ranked forty-second on the Heavenly Ranking, had his eyes bulge out, and the blood mist spurting from his seven orifices condensed into a blood-red wolf head in mid-air.

As Lü Tiangang's mangled body crashed through the rock wall, the Crimson Dragon Rope suddenly emitted an excited dragon roar.

The chains wrapped around Zhang Yuan's left arm, like a raging dragon smelling blood, devoured all the shattered power of the Great Dao.

The dark gold runes of the Forging Technique flowed across the surface of the chain links. Each chain expanded by three inches after absorbing the power of the Blood Sacrifice Array's laws, and dark red Dao patterns appeared all over its body.

readily!

"Om-"

The golden pillar of blood and qi from the fallen Grandmaster realm cultivator swirled upwards amidst fierce gusts of wind, seemingly about to tear the sky apart.

From the moment Zhang Yuan stepped out of the carriage to the moment he killed a Grandmaster with a single punch, less than three breaths had passed!

"Old Monster Lü is a body cultivator capable of moving mountains and filling seas..." Yin Jiuyou's pupils contracted sharply under his hood, "yet he couldn't even withstand a punch from the Marquis?"

Jin Yuelin used his sword to steady himself, watching as Lü Tiangang's mangled body crashed through the seven layers of rock walls like a broken sack.

This Black Ice Platform warrior, who could easily fight three Dongxuan level experts alone, had his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt of his sword, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

"Three breaths..." At this moment, Luo Hongxiu finally understood just how strong Qingyang Marquis's combat power was.

From suppressing twelve experts from the Zhen Tian Si alone in front of the Zhen Tian Si gate to killing Yuwen Jue outside Yun Cang City, Qingyang Hou has never truly revealed his strength!
The Blood Soul Master's scream ripped through the sky, his withered figure transforming into a stench of blood as he was about to vanish into the underworld. Zhang Yuan's punch had truly terrified him.

The Blood Soul Master, who came from Tengzhou, had witnessed the strength of a powerful figure like Zhang Yuan and understood the gap between himself and such a powerful person.

Unfortunately, he wanted to run away, but Zhang Yuan wouldn't allow it.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a three-foot-long blade of law materialized from the tip of the Crimson Dragon Rope. As Zhang Yuan spun around and swept across, Blood Soul Master's Yellow Spring Cave was forcibly cleaved open.

At the opportune moment, Qiu Han lightly tapped the scabbard, and the Tongyou Realm divine soul transformed into invisible shackles, forcibly fixing Elder Yuwen, who wanted to escape into the void, to the core of the shattered altar.

"Snow falls on thousands of mountains!"

Yuwen Zhuo gritted his teeth and roared, as the Blood River Sword drew in 100,000 wronged souls to condense into a giant wolf a hundred feet long, which slashed down at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan didn't even glance at the blood-red wolf shadow rushing towards him. His left fist, the Crimson Dragon Rope, suddenly straightened, pulling the withered old man on his right, who was trying to escape into the illusory Yellow Springs, back into the real world.

"This is how the Netherworld's soul-collecting techniques should be used," Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

The divine soul of the Tongyou Realm flowed into the withered old man's crown chakra along the Crimson Dragon Rope. The Blood Soul Master convulsed violently in mid-air, and the crimson soul threads wrapped around his body actually cut into his own flesh.

When the fifth golden pattern on the Crimson Dragon Rope lit up, the Blood Soul Master's spine shattered like firecrackers.

The spirit of the Netherworld traveled upstream along the chains, forcefully tearing open the crown of the Blood Soul Master's head.

"Reverse Soul Grip!" Yin Jiuyou's face revealed an uncontainable joy.

The forbidden technique of the Underworld, lost for three hundred years, has reappeared in the hands of Marquis Qingyang!

Thousands of soul threads poured into the Blood Soul Master's seven orifices, the sound of his spine cracking mixed with the annihilation of the cave, creating ripple-like spatial cracks in the canyon.

As Gu Qingzhou watched the two Grandmaster-level remains floating in the river of blood, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, which were filled with sword energy for the first time.

Is the Marquis of Qingyang really this powerful?
Before the shattered altar, several teenagers had already gone mad.

The blood-red giant wolf had already pounced on Zhang Yuan's head, and the wailing of ten thousand wronged souls made the three hundred black-clad cavalry horses neigh in unison.

Elder Yuwen's hair and beard bristled, and the six-pointed star seal of the Wei Kingdom's imperial court appeared on the Blood River Sword: "With the destiny of my Great Wei Dynasty, I will slay you—"

Yuwen Zhuo's roar shook the heavens, and the Blood River Sword drew together 100,000 wronged souls to form a giant hand reaching to the sky.

Zhang Yuan stepped into the sky amidst the blood-red curtain that blotted out the heavens. Each blooming ice lotus beneath his feet saved hundreds of wronged souls, and a golden river of merit condensed behind him into a cloud hanging in the sky.

merit.

This is not the first time Zhang Yuan has faced wronged spirits.

He cultivated the noble spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and the wisdom of Buddhism, and was never afraid of the power of any wronged spirits.

As the Marquis of Qingyang of the Great Qin, Zhang Yuan wields the Autumn Cold Longsword bestowed upon him by His Majesty. He acts solely for the prosperity of the Great Qin and has no selfish motives. Why should he fear the wronged souls?
"The cycle of Heaven's justice will not tolerate the chaos of evil spirits!"

A golden river suddenly rose around Zhang Yuan, which was the heavenly merit of saving 100,000 wronged souls.

Amidst the dazzling golden light, the divine soul materialized, and the Crimson Dragon Rope wrapped around his palm, allowing Zhang Yuan to grasp the Blood River Sword blade with his bare hands.

Amidst the piercing metallic creaking, the demonic sword crumbled inch by inch, and the 100,000 wronged souls transformed into specks of golden light that rose into the sky.

The dragon's roar as the autumn blade was drawn drowned out the wails of ten thousand ghosts, and the golden dragon of the Great Qin Dynasty's fortune peeked out from the clouds.

The moment the blade slashed diagonally, severing the core of the Blood River, ten thousand wronged souls transformed into countless golden butterflies, and the Eastern Wei Heavenly Wolf Banner shattered amidst the golden flames of merit.

Yuwen Zhuo's retreating figure crashed into three illusory hills, only to find that Qiu Han Dao had been pressing down on his shoulder at some point.

A sliver of dark blue light flashed upwards, and the imperial dragon aura emanating from his neck melted away like spring snow.

Before the bloodline on Yuwen Zhuo's neck could even seep out, his head had already rolled off the altar along with the shattered blood jade marrow rock wall.

Gu Qingzhou felt a sudden, sharp pain in his sword heart, and his pupils reflected the profound truths of heaven and earth flowing within the flash of the blade.

The young man finally understood the true meaning of the saying in the Xueyun Sect's library, "The ultimate swordsmanship is nothing more than severing cause and effect"—Qingyang Marquis's strike had clearly severed the fate of the Eastern Wei Dynasty for a century!

The fall of these three grandmasters made it impossible for the Eastern Wei state to rise again!

What appears to be a premeditated yet ordinary ambush today is actually a clash of national destinies between the Qin Dynasty and the Eastern Wei Dynasty!

Yin Jiuyou looked up and murmured softly, "This is the Tongyou..."

The Netherworld's techniques can only truly reveal their power when one's soul reaches the Netherworld Realm.

Before the shattered altar, the blood jade marrow reflected Zhang Yuan's godlike figure, entwined with the golden river of merit.

Jin Yuelin knelt down on one knee, his sword on the ground, and the sound of the three hundred black-clad cavalrymen clashing in their armor was like thunder.

The canyon walls emanated a golden aura and a Buddha's light, which then fell as golden rain.

"Marquis Qingyang of Great Qin—" Yin Jiuyou's voice pierced through the blood-red mist, "Slay Yuwen Zhuo, the Grand Elder of the Wolf Guard of the Eastern Wei Imperial Court!"

As Gu Qingzhou gazed at the armored figure standing with his hands behind his back amidst the golden light, his innate sword heart trembled for the first time—the tremor of a mortal looking up at the Dao.

As the last wisp of blood mist dissipated, the soft sound of Qiu Han's sword returning to its sheath startled the crows. Qingyang Hou, his black cloak billowing over the golden butterflies scattered on the ground, walked toward the few teenagers standing dumbfounded before the altar.

"Gu Changfeng entrusted this matter to me."

"I'll take you home."

(End of this chapter)