Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 624 The lives of the people of Yongtian Continent are not to be touched by you.

The sound was very soft, as if someone were standing with a knife in their hand, lightly flicking the blade with their fingers.

That resounding boom directly overwhelmed the surging tide of blood and the rolling thunder in the sky.

The Blood River Ancestor, standing before the altar, trembled and slowly turned his head to look at the figure holding a knife on the distant mountain ridge.

"Zhang Qingyang!"

Blood River Ancestor's eyes widened.

The figure holding a five-foot-long sword, standing in mid-air, was none other than Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang of the Great Qin Dynasty.

"You, you're not dead—"

With a long roar, the Blood River Ancestor reversed the surging Blood River, causing it to sweep towards Zhang Yuan like a ten-thousand-foot-long dragon.

"If you come here to die, the ancestor will—"

Before the sound could even finish, it was instantly crushed by the whistling of the blade.

The three thousand runes on the Dragon Sparrow Blade suddenly reversed, and the five-foot-long blade erupted with the roar of a dragon.

Cracks began to appear in the space around the blade.

That was a sudden shock of weight that exceeded the limits of the Heavenly Dao of Yongtian Continent, causing the space to be unable to bear it for a moment, thus showing signs of collapse.

The instant Zhang Yuan gripped the hilt of the knife, his knuckles fit perfectly against the dark gold scales at the mouth of the dragon.

This knife was custom-made for him by Huang Laoliu.

"boom--"

When the blade is drawn three inches from its sheath, the earth's veins within a hundred miles tremble, and mountains thousands of feet high sink three feet.

The Nine Netherworld Sealing Array, meticulously arranged by the Blood River Ancestor and involving hundreds of elite disciples of the Blood River Demon Sect, was actually compressed into a flat iron disc by pure gravity around the altar.

The formation collapsed, and the chains binding the 100,000 able-bodied men taut simultaneously, the demonic runes emitting mournful cries of imminent breakage under the immense force.

"Click——"

All the chains showed cracks.

"You shall not harm the people of Yongtianzhou."

Zhang Yuan flicked the back of the knife with his finger, the movement as casual as tapping a teacup.

The long sword fell, its sharpness flashing like lightning.

The five-foot-long sword erupted with a roar like a ferocious beast awakening from its primordial state, and the trajectory of the blade solidified into a tangible dark red line of blood.

Those were spatial folds that had been forcibly torn apart!

"Crack!"

The blood-red river, surging with nine layers of blood waves, crystallized and solidified the moment it came into contact with the blade light, and the astonished face of the Blood River Ancestor was sealed within the scarlet ice crystals.

His blood river, condensed over a thousand years, could not withstand a single strike from Marquis Qingyang, Zhang Yuan!

He, a grandmaster with innate divine power, couldn't withstand a single strike!

The Blood River Ancestor's body was cleaved in two by the long blade, its blood-red color splitting into two. It collapsed to the ground, then wriggled and merged back into one, reforming its original form as the Blood River Ancestor.

"boom--"

As the aftershocks of the sword energy pierced through the altar, the six arms of the demon god statue simultaneously formed different hand seals, but under the crushing force of the sword intent, they crumbled layer by layer into bronze powder.

The kneeling crowd suddenly realized that the demonic chains around them were beginning to turn into sand, and the power of the contract that had seeped into their bones was flowing back into the altar ruins along with the sand.

Zhang Yuan's strike not only severed the material chains, but also traced the causal line of the sacrificial contract upstream, burning all the millions of blood contracts accumulated by the Blood River Demon Sect over a thousand years!
All of the Blood River Demon Sect's sacrificial schemes came to naught.

"Yongtian Continent is the land of Qin, where immortals and demons are forbidden."

Zhang Yuan looked up, twisted his wrist and swung the sword. The moment the weight of the Dragon Sparrow Blade broke through the limit of 300,000 jin, the dark blue scales unique to the Bashe Devouring Heaven Technique appeared on the muscles of his forearm.

His entire right arm possesses the power to devour the heavens!

"Clang—" The horizontal slash of the blade light condensed into a ring-shaped golden hoop in front of the crack in the sky. Eighty-one blood-red patterns spread out from the depths of the crack, but retreated frantically as if encountering a natural enemy when they touched the blade ring.

Zhang Yuan ran his left hand along the spine of the knife, and the two characters "Dragon Sparrow" engraved on it suddenly lit up.

Nine tailed thunder dragons suddenly appeared around the blade ring. This was a sealing restriction formed by combining the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique with the Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder!
With a single strike, even immortals and demons halted their advance!
This is the power of Marquis Qingyang of the Great Qin!
The three thousand blood shadow clones that emerged from the Blood River Ancestor's sleeve were reduced to ashes by the thunder dragon's attack. The demonic giant finally revealed a look of horror: "Great Power Blade Intent, your cultivation has already condensed the intent of the Great Dao!"

How can one condense the Dao intent that only a Grandmaster can possess without first becoming a Grandmaster?
Zhang Yuan's action of sheathing his sword was accompanied by a piercing whistle of metal scraping against metal. The moment the runes on the surface of the scabbard turned, the weight of 300,000 jin was compressed back to 30 jin.

He strode towards the altar ruins along the still crystallizing blood river. Each time his boots touched the ground, they triggered a resonance of the earth veins within a radius of ten feet. Those Blood River Demon Sect disciples who were trying to reconstruct their bodies were blown into blood mist in the resonance waves.

Zhang Yuan crushed the last Blood Escape clone of the Blood River Ancestor with his foot. The Crimson Dragon Rope wrapped around the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Blade suddenly came to life, raised its head and spat out its tongue: "You demonic cultivators should be glad that today I only need to use two strikes."

Zhang Yuan stopped looking at the Blood River Ancestor, who was sitting on the shattered altar, and looked up at the sky where demonic clouds were rolling.

After the gray-black cracks appeared, the demonic energy gathered again.

That was the scene of the Blood River Demon Sect's army gathering on Tengzhou, preparing to invade Yongtianzhou.

The Blood River Demon Sect has been plotting for countless years, all for the purpose of entering Yongtian Continent and cultivating using the lifeblood of countless ordinary people.

Zhang Yuan stepped out into the air, his figure blocking the crack.

With one hand pressing down on the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Blade, which was sheathed, and with the other hand holding down the Autumn Chill Blade hanging at his waist.

Only then did a clamor of exclamations erupt around the altar.

"That is, Marquis Qingyang..."

"The War Lord of Qin, yet, yet he has come to protect us, the people of Eastern Wei!"

"This is the Great Qin, and the Great Qin is the true master of Yongtian Continent!"

Many eyes were fixed on the figure guarding the sky, their expressions complex.

They were ordinary citizens of Eastern Wei, but it was the warlords of Great Qin who came to their rescue.

As commoners of the Eastern Wei, it was the Eastern Wei emperor who was forced to sacrifice them to evil spirits.

The Eastern Wei soldiers, wielding long spears, were filled with panic.

These 100,000 able-bodied men, who had broken free of their chains, could easily overwhelm them.

The Great Qin War Lord, who seemed like a god in the sky, could also shatter the bodies of all of them with a single strike.

On the altar, the Blood River Ancestor looked flustered and staggered as he tried to escape.

His lifeblood river was severed by Zhang Yuan's blade, and his cultivation strength was reduced by more than 70%.

If he had known that Zhang Yuan was this strong, he would never have used Blood River to attack Zhang Yuan.

When they intercepted and killed Qingyang Marquis, this Qin War Marquis was simply putting on an act.

Lu Wenzhao!
It was Lu Wenzhao who was acting in concert with Marquis Qingyang!
Blood River Ancestor had already realized what was happening. He gritted his teeth, his figure transformed into a streak of blood light, and he tried to escape.

But before he could even move, a voice rang out.

"The Zhen Tian Division is handling the case; all other personnel are to leave."

As the voice faded, a blood-red jade tablet flew over and hung high above the altar.

Zhentiansi.

The Great Qin Heavenly Guardian.

A name that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

The Eastern Wei soldiers below the altar looked at each other, their bodies standing still, not daring to move an inch.

Rumor has it that anyone who dares to obstruct the investigations of the Great Qin Heavenly Division will be killed without mercy.

"Om-"

The blood-red jade tablet that Yin Jiuyou threw out exploded into a vortex. The blood-red vortex swirled around, and the Blood River Demon Lord's divided soul, which had been suppressed for thousands of years by the Twenty-Eight Constellation Pillars, stepped out into the air.

This fragment of soul is clearly identical to that of the Blood River Ancestor on the altar!
(End of this chapter)