Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 630 Why should I, an ant, bestow a reward for killing someone?

The small boat sways gently.

The river wind suddenly became fierce, and the turbid waves surged into the sky.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged on both sides of the river, and the qi and blood energy soared into the sky!

The collision of the qi and blood of millions of cultivators caused the surface of the river to surge like a dragon.

On the river, the light boat swayed gently and moved slowly forward.

Who else could that figure sitting upright at the bow of the boat be but Marquis Zhang Yuan of Qingyang?
"When the Marquis crosses the river, the mountains will serve as his shield—"

A sudden roar erupted from the ranks of the martial artists of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The Grand Elder of the Mountain Sect, Liang Qiyuan, had his hair and beard bristling, and the sect's protective jade seal, held aloft by his arms, emitted a blue light.

"boom--"

The phantom images of five towering mountains crashed into the river, and the waves they stirred up condensed into lush greenery in mid-air.

The mountains hang high above the light boat, heading towards Yinma Plain.

Downstream, ten armored warships rammed the river surface and sailed upstream.

The battle flags of the Eastern Wei navy fluttered and echoed in the river breeze.

"Zheng——"

The three hundred disciples of the Cold Crow Sword Sect pointed their swords at the heavens, and the frosty sword energy froze the water mist into an ice bridge spanning the river!
This ice bridge blocked the way for the warships.

Behind them, the blood and qi of martial arts practitioners gathered to protect the small boat made of green wood.

"You cowards and ruffians, how dare you block the swords of my Great Wei?" A cold snort came from the Eastern Wei's warship formation. "Wei soldiers, listen to my command! Fire a volley of crossbow bolts—"

The sound of the crossbow's string being pulled was like the flapping of a swarm of locusts' wings.

"call out!"

The moment the armor-piercing arrow transformed into a dark cloud pressing down overhead, a dragon's roar erupted from the bottom of the river.

"hold head high--"

A hundred-foot-tall phantom of a black tortoise rose from the Qin border army's battle formation, its tortoise-shell pattern solidified from the blood and qi of 100,000 soldiers, forcefully pushing the rain of arrows back into the sky!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the war drums sounded, large black ships sailed downstream on the upper reaches of the Yuncang River.

On a warship draped with a red flag and a black dragon banner, General Lei Gu's arms were bulging with muscles like pythons; each strike of his drumstick shattered three zhang of waves: "The mighty Qin!"

"Let us face the national crisis together!" The border troops on both sides of the strait struck their armor with the butts of their guns, and the clanging of metal overpowered the raging waves of the Yuncang River.

The murderous aura of the military formation gathered around Zhang Yuan to form a black lotus platform, with each petal engraved with blood-red battle patterns such as "Trapped in the Enemy's Formation" and "First to Assault".

On the riverbank, soldiers and warriors stood in formation; on the river, warships crisscrossed; and in the sky, vital energy clashed and swirled.

Amidst all of this, the small wooden boat drifted.

"boom--"

A streak of blue light shot towards the edge of the sky.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in the robes of the Eastern Wei royal family, treads on the waves, his figure reaching ten thousand feet in a single step.

"Your Majesty has a decree!"

The white-haired revered figure descended, shattering the clouds and waves of the river. As the imperial edict unfolded in his hand, demonic runes pierced through the silk: "His Majesty's decree: If Wu Daoling can kill Zhang Qingyang—"

"He will be granted land spanning three thousand miles, and will be enfeoffed as a king or marquis of a different surname, with hereditary succession!"

The earth splits open for three thousand miles!
Grant titles and honors to those of different surnames!
Hereditary succession!

The Eastern Wei emperor's obsession with killing the Marquis of Qingyang was incredibly deep!
Since the founding of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, such a reward has never been given before!

On the shore, within the Qin army camp, the fighting spirit of several generals transformed into blood-red pillars of light.

The Emperor of Eastern Wei wanted to kill the Marquis of Qingyang of Qin, which was a provocation against Qin!

One by one, the martial artists from the Eastern Territory raised their heads, their aura so intense it seemed to materialize.

The Eastern Wei emperor is offering such a generous reward to take the life of the Marquis of Qingyang, so they must fight to the death to prevent him from perishing here!
On the wooden boat, Zhang Yuan sat upright, looked up, gently pressed his hands on the hilts of the two swords at his waist, and smiled slightly.

"Yuwen Tuo is certainly willing to spend a lot of money."

"Senior Nine Yang Sword Immortal, my life is worth ten thousand generations of wealth and honor, please don't hold back..."

Wu Daoling, standing on the rocks by the Yinma Plain, flicked his finger, his sword energy shredding the imperial edict into countless golden dust particles: "Why should I, a mere mortal, need ant-like rewards for killing?"

The golden crow phantom behind him suddenly folded its wings, and the life essence of 800,000 sword cultivators ignited a sky-burning curtain of fire on the river surface.

Nine great suns were projected and floated in the fire, actually scorching the Xuanwu battle spirit that spanned the middle of the river with spider web-like cracks!
The crisp sound of the ice bridge cracking rang out, and the mountains protecting the small wooden boat crumbled.

The small wooden boat seemed to be crushed by an immense weight, sinking along with the thousand-foot-deep river surface.

The surging waves cut off the great river.

The Qin generals upstream and the Eastern Wei warships downstream were both separated by the waves.

On the small boat, Zhang Yuan calmly rose slowly. "Boom—"

Pillars of Grandmaster-level aura shot into the sky from the Great Qin Formation, merging with the auras of martial artists from the Eastern Realm to form a gilded canopy.

The combined power of over thirty grandmasters, along with their qi and blood, formed interwoven blood-red patterns that transformed into bronze chains that bound the heavens and earth.

This is the attitude of the powerful Qin Dynasty.

If Wu Daoling dares to kill the Marquis of Qingyang, they will fight to the death.

Opposite them, seven pillars of aura from the Grandmasters of the Eastern Wei rose, exuding a somewhat frivolous air. Compared to the united will of the Qin warriors, they lacked much grandeur and solemnity.

For the powerful figures of Eastern Wei, their attitude was not important.

To kill Marquis Qingyang, they don't need to lift a finger.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned towards Yinma Plain.

Zhang Yuan's boots trod on the sand and gravel of Yinma Plain.

"This junior, Zhang Yuan, has come to keep the appointment."

With his hands resting on the two swords at his waist, Zhang Yuan nodded slightly.

Wu Daoling's gaze fell on Zhang Yuan.

Those eyes seemed to hold a million sword lights, piercing towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan stood still, his expression unchanged, letting the endless gale cause his robes to billow and his black hair to fly wildly.

"boom--"

The sword light exploded in the river, splashing water into a bluish-white mist.

This is the mist formed by the subtle glint of the sword, cutting through every drop of water.

"He has some courage."

Wu Daoling's voice was calm.

"The number one on the Heavenly Ranking, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, how could Zhang Yuan not come when summoned by a senior like you?"

Zhang Yuan looked up and spoke loudly.

Wu Daoling slowly narrowed his eyes, and his aura solidified.

In an instant, Baili Yinma Plain seemed to freeze.

Above the great river, the clouds and light emitted a hissing sound, which was clearly the sharp cry of being pierced by sword energy!

Billions of water vapors, as Wu Daoling's mind trembled, transformed into sword energy.

The third realm of Grandmaster.

Yuxu.

In the hands of this Nine Yang Sword Immortal, the illusory clouds are transformed into countless refined swords.

This sword light was profound and mysterious, transforming into an endless layer of sword curtain, isolating the power of the Great Dao between heaven and earth.

Across the river, everyone could only watch as the entire Yinma Plain was shrouded in clouds and sword light, falling into an illusory realm.

On the shore, Liang Qiyuan and the others looked solemn.

Wu Daoling's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Given this situation, they couldn't even rescue Marquis Qingyang if they wanted to.

The Great Qin Imperial City.

Qin Tianjian.

The light and shadow on the starlight cloud screen trembled and began to blur inch by inch.

The once clear scene on Yinma Plain began to become turbulent and uncertain.

Daoist Yunmiao frowned and turned to look at Emperor Yuankang.

"Your Majesty, unless the Great Dao of Yongtian Continent descends upon us, I fear we will be unable to see through Yinma Plain."

"Simply mobilizing the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to probe Yinma Plain is quite taxing..."

Emperor Yuankang waved his hand.

The power of heaven and earth is precious, and it is unwise to waste such a precious resource just to explore Yinma Plain.

As an emperor, one must be even more discerning and clear-headed in one's actions.

"I suppose Senior Mu Xuan will make a move?"

Marquis Su Jing of Changning looked at the turbulent light and shadow and spoke in a low voice.

Inside the hall, a hint of curiosity appeared in the eyes of the Duke of Dingguo and the others.

Between the powerful Zulong Guardians and the number one Nine Yang Sword Immortal on the Heavenly Ranking, who is superior?
(End of this chapter)