Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 404 The Final Form of the Emperor's Sword Technique! The rooster crows, and the world is bathed in light!

In the dust-filled center of the battlefield, two figures clashed briefly before separating, only to collide again.

After a fierce clash.

The group of heroes, including Mo Yu, had already figured out Pang Ban's true strength and weaknesses.

He had indeed reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster, but he hadn't reached the end; in terms of pure realm, he was about the same level as me.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Although the speed was fast, it was far from being so fast that even a master of the Celestial Realm couldn't see it clearly in the eyes of the group of heroes, Mo Yu.

A wisp of purple energy surged straight toward Mo Yu, but it twisted and turned dozens of times as it passed the spot where the two were fighting.

The ongoing clash between two powerful spiritual wills has distorted this area.

Unless one gets close enough to investigate, or possesses a mental fortitude of equal strength, it is difficult to see what is happening inside.

Pang Ban closed his fist and formed a hand seal.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be turned upside down.

The heroes remained unmoved, transforming themselves into the sun to stabilize the spacetime of the four directions.

The purple aura dispels evil and will reveal the true location of Pang Ban.

"Immortal Seal?"

Seeing that his secret technique had been broken and its origin revealed, Pang Ban no longer concealed it, but instead readily nodded in agreement.
"I obtained some fragments of the text years ago, and seeing its profound meaning, I made some deductions on my own. However, it seems that I could not achieve its original power."

At this moment, he also realized that Mo Yu was indeed no longer a Grandmaster of the Celestial Realm, but an existence at the same level as himself!
These little tricks had absolutely no effect on him.

"Is the probing over?"

The chivalrous Mo Yu stared at Pang Ban's aura, which, though restrained, was now even more dangerous.

Pang Ban smiled slightly, his figure like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky, and he threw a punch, demonstrating the simplicity of the great Dao.

There are no complicated changes, and no effort is spent on special effects.

Yes, it is the domineering way of pushing one's martial will and physical strength to the extreme!
Where the fist passed, it tore open a vacuum zone, accompanied by a sharp, piercing screech.

That wasn't the sound of the wind; it was space itself groaning!
The chivalrous Mo Yu remained indifferent. Faced with this earth-shattering punch, he neither dodged nor evaded (in fact, he couldn't avoid it), but instead chose the most direct and fierce response.

He clenched his fist and charged forward, his pure Yang energy surging, as if he were holding a real sun in his palm!
Two fists collided once again under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Boom--!"

A white light, more dazzling than the sun, suddenly erupted from the point where the two fists clashed, spreading wildly in all directions at a speed exceeding the speed of sound!

"Hold the line! Form ranks!"

On the city wall, Li Chimei, the leader of the eight great masters of the Yuan Emperor, roared fiercely.

He and the other seven grandmasters attacked simultaneously, eight incredibly powerful auras soaring into the sky and intertwining into a massive net of energy, barely managing to keep the devastating shockwave outside the city walls.

The majestic city wall of Dadu shook violently, and countless bricks and stones fell with a "rustling" sound!
On the White Lotus Sect's side, Han Lin'er, Yan Jing'an, and others were also prepared to go all out to protect the vanguard.

But the white light, before it even reached the front, was burned away by an intense yang heat, leaving only a scorching breeze before them.

"Young Master Mo is indeed kind-hearted," Pang Ban exclaimed.

Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, withstood his punch without changing his expression, but a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

There was no time to erase it; Pang Ban's next punch was coming.

Not to be outdone, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, retaliated with a punch, neither defending nor dodging, but thrusting straight at Pang Ban's chest and abdomen.

Pang Ban frowned slightly, but dared not meet his fist head-on. He used a clever technique to intercept it, turning it into nothingness while trying to tear his right arm apart.

The hero Mo Yu ignored everything and thrust out his left palm, aiming straight for his throat.

Two incredibly fast streaks of light intertwined, engaging in a fierce and dangerous battle within a small space.

Fist, palm, finger, elbow, knee, leg...

Every part of the body has been transformed into the most lethal weapon.

But the destructive power unleashed by each collision and intersection, causing the void to tremble, was either neutralized by Pang Ban or forcefully withstood by Mo Yu's body.

The hero Mo Yu used this method to avoid his own army being accidentally injured by the aftershocks of the two men's battle.

Pang Ban looked solemn.

Each of his attacks contained a demonic will, attempting to invade Mo Yu's consciousness and shake his mind.

This is the terrifying aspect of the [Spirit-to-Matter Technique]. To fight him is to be constantly affected, and a moment's carelessness will reveal a fatal flaw.

However, this time, Pang Ban's mental attack, which he was so proud of, was like a stone thrown into the sea.

The primordial spirit power of the hero Mo Yu, after several cycles of the [Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique], has long since reached an inconceivable level.

Pang Ban's demonic intent, powerful enough to affect the minds of most top experts, struck Mo Yu's heart, yet it couldn't even cause a ripple.

In the battle of wits, Pang Ban was utterly defeated!

However, his punches were still so strong and so domineering!

In the original work, the fist technique, known as the best in the world, utilizes every bit of power to the extreme, with each move being exquisitely subtle.

In comparison, the way the heroes Mo Yu used their moves seemed somewhat "naive".

He possessed unparalleled and immense power, but in the subtleties of the changing techniques, he ultimately fell short.

"boom!"

Pang Ban delivered a swift and precise chop to Mo Yu's neck, striking with a cunning angle, like a gazelle leaping from its horn, leaving no trace.

The heroes, Mo Yu, neither dodged nor evaded (completely caught off guard), and their [Great Sun Divine Body] automatically flashed with golden light!
The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky!

A surge of recoil from Pang Ban made his arm go slightly numb.

Mo Yu, the hero, swayed slightly, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again. He didn't care at all. Instead, he seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful elbow strike with tremendous force, smashing into Pang Ban's chest!

Do you even know what the hell numerical values ​​are?!
The health you lose from me isn't even as fast as my health regenerates!
Come on! Elbow strike!

Whoever is cowardly is the grandson!

With his superior physical defense and strength compared to Pang Ban, the hero Mo Yu managed to turn his disadvantages into advantages!
The two fought from the ground to the sky, and then fought back down to the ground.

Wherever they went, the earth cracked, the void wailed, and the entire world was about to be shattered!

The Shaolin monk Wuxiang stared in disbelief at the scene, which seemed like a myth even to a master like Tianren, who was facing such a catastrophe.

Now I understand why the hero Mo Yu refused his request to 'walk side by side'.

Even someone as perfect as him would most likely not last more than ten moves in a battle of this level!

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...

The battle continues.

Pang Ban's heart sank little by little.

He could clearly feel that the consumption of his internal energy was gradually exceeding the rate of recovery.

Each time he clashed head-on with Mo Yu, although the blows landed squarely, the recoil forced him to expend some of his strength to counteract it.

His strength has begun to decline almost imperceptibly.

In contrast, Mo Yu, a hero among the crowd, despite his seemingly wasteful use of internal energy, repeatedly managed to quell the aftershocks to protect his soldiers.

But he showed no signs of exhaustion; on the contrary, the pure yang energy boiling around him became even more vigorous and intense!

In Pang Ban's perception, the other party's body was like a bottomless black hole, continuously devouring the essence of heaven and earth.

Especially as the rising sun climbed higher and higher, casting its golden rays upon the earth, the opponent's momentum grew stronger!
Consumption? For him, it doesn't exist at all!

A sudden realization dawned on Pang Ban's mind.

Can't drag it any longer!
The opponent was too young, and in terms of martial arts skills and combat experience, he was indeed inferior to himself, who had been immersed in this art all his life.

However, his efficiency in using internal energy and his incredible recovery ability also far surpassed mine!
If you can't win quickly and continue to wear yourself down like this, you'll definitely be the one who loses in the end!
"boom!"

The two elbows collided, unleashing a devastating wave of power.

Using the force of the recoil, Pang Ban suddenly flew backward a hundred feet, instantly escaping the battle.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, paused, his body shimmering with golden light, but he did not choose to pursue.

Because time is on his side.

With each breath, the amount of internal energy accumulated within his Pure Yang Domain increases! The higher the sun rises, the stronger his Pure Yang energy becomes!
The power he can unleash will only grow stronger! If we can hold out, victory is inevitable!

The two stood in mid-air, separated by a hundred feet of empty space, their eyes meeting.

The battlefield fell silent at that moment, with only the howling wind sweeping through the ruins and the heavy, suppressed breathing of hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides.

"Your primordial spirit and physical body are very strong, even stronger than mine!"

Pang Ban's voice rang out, calm yet tinged with an indescribable emotion:

"If we only consider individual martial arts skills, I am no longer confident of winning this battle. I shouldn't say that if we continue fighting like this, I will definitely be the one to lose."

An inexplicable aura began to rise from his body.

"but……"

Pang Ban's gaze swept over the majestic city behind him, and the Mongol soldiers on the city walls gripping their weapons.

"This battle between us is not just a contest of individual strength and principles!"

After witnessing Chi Laowen's explosive power, Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, reread the "Wumu Legacy" and finally realized it.

The military power described in this book is not just an adjective in this world, but a real force!
An invisible and intangible yet vast and boundless power is converging from within the capital city, from the 300,000-strong army, towards Pang Ban!

The path of spirit and will is the most profound and mysterious.

Even the most ordinary mortal, who has not undergone any cultivation, may unleash a terrifying will comparable to the [Ultimate Intent] level under certain special circumstances!
The cultivation at the primordial spirit realm can only guarantee the lower limit of one's own will.

For example, the normal lower limit of a Celestial Master is the martial will he has condensed, which can be called "True Intent".

Grandmasters like him and Pang Ban have reached new heights, their spirits resonating with the heavens and earth, their wills sublimated, and their normal state is the "Ultimate Intent"!
And above [Ultimate Skill]...

In Pang Ban's mind, the words his master, Meng Chixing, the number one figure of the previous generation of the Demonic Sect, had spoken to him before his death came to mind.

"Ban'er, beyond the [Ultimate Mastery] lies the [Shattering the Void] realm! At that point, willpower alone will be enough to tear apart the shackles of this world!"

"However, you must remember that the spirit and will ultimately rely on the physical body. Without a strong body, the spirit and will cannot be preserved for long and will eventually decline with the passage of time and the weakening of the body."

At this moment, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, also remembered another 'self' who had already reached this level, another title given to him by Zhan Kuang.

[Momentum]!
When one's mental will is strong enough to shatter the void with one's own thoughts, it is no longer an ethereal "intention," but a visible yet untouchable "momentum"!
At that time, every move will be able to powerfully control the power of heaven and earth to empower oneself! Every move will possess the majestic might of heaven!

In theory, whether it's Pang Ban, who cultivated the "Tibetan Esoteric Wisdom Book" and whose primordial spirit far surpassed that of his peers, or Mo Yu, whose primordial spirit was several times stronger than Pang Ban's due to the superposition of the power of several worlds' "self", both are superior.

Their spiritual will is not yet sufficient to truly reach the realm of "momentum" that allows one's spiritual will to shatter the void.

As the saying goes, when the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength!
Fortune, in itself, is a kind of momentum! And a major momentum at that!
At this point in time.

At this moment, neither Mo Yu nor Pang Ban, the heroes, represent themselves; they carry far too heavy a burden, as if it were a clash between two civilizations and two peoples.

The outcome of this battle largely determined the future direction of the Central Plains.

Therefore, the fortunes of both sides and the will of both nations were bestowed upon these two individuals!
This unimaginably massive collective will acted as a catalyst, allowing their already pushed spirits to their limits and reach a realm they should never have attained!
"To have an opponent like you today is truly the greatest fortune of my life!"

Pang Ban laughed loudly, his black hair dancing wildly and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"The path you've walked is farther and more domineering than I imagined! I, Pang Ban, am no match for you!"

His laughter was full of joy, without a trace of jealousy, only the delight of meeting a worthy opponent.

"But! I really, really long to fight you to the death, to see with my own eyes... what kind of scenery that Master Meng Chixing described is!"

The demonic light in Pang Ban's eyes surged.

"Mo Yu, I'm sorry, but I have to resort to such an almost external method!"

"The army's strength!"

"The power of our Mongol ancestors!"

"And the national destiny and will of my Great Yuan Empire!"

"—Give it to me, all of you!!!"

"Roar~! Spirit transforms into matter!!"

With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Pang Ban suddenly spread his hands to the sides!
"Om-!"

Two twisted vortexes appeared out of thin air on his left and right sides.

Dark and oppressive, filled with the energy of iron-bloodedness and slaughter, like two black, furious dragons, soared into the sky above the 300,000-strong army on the city wall, traversing the sky and plunging straight into the vortex!

Immediately afterwards, two enormous battle halberds, each three feet eight inches long, with an ancient and domineering design and an entirely black body, were drawn out inch by inch from the distorted void!

Type 38 Double Halberds!

This is not a physical weapon, but a spiritual weapon forged from Pang Ban's supreme demonic intent, the iron-blooded military might of 300,000 troops, and the invincible will [Yellow Peril] condensed from the Mongol Empire's nearly 100 years of conquering the world and drinking water in Eurasia!
With twin halberds in hand, an indescribable, iron-blooded, domineering, and terrifying aura of conquering the world and enslaving all living beings erupted from Pang Ban's body!

"Boom!"

Above the capital city, the dark clouds that had gathered due to the fluctuations in Pang Ban's mental will transformed into a huge, blood-red vortex at this moment!
At the center of the vortex, countless ferocious demonic figures riding warhorses and wielding scimitars could be vaguely seen roaring and galloping!

That is the lingering will of countless soldiers who died on the battlefield over the past century in the Mongol Empire! It is the imprint of their ambition to conquer the world!
At this moment, this power descended upon Pang Ban!

His aura surged, surged, and surged at that instant!
If he was just now a master of martial arts, a demonic cultivator who was unparalleled in the world, then...

At this moment, he is a supreme overlord who bears all the glory and sins of an empire and a nation, and who will trample the world under his feet!
"Hey! Mo Yu, draw your sword! Come and fight me!!"

Opposite him, Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, was helpless as his face was covered by this domineering and unparalleled aura.

His indifferent eyes reflected the two destructive halberds forged from pure will and the nation's destiny, and he felt the terrifying force that seemed to drag the entire land of China back under his iron hooves. He sighed silently in his heart.

Although it was expected, this behavior of constantly flipping the table and suddenly becoming powerful, forcibly elevating one's own status, is still surprising.

It really makes you feel like all your hard work and dedication, accumulated little by little, has been wasted.

This is unreasonable.

That's so unreasonable!
but……

This time, however, Mo Yu, who had prepared in advance, naturally reserved a way to unleash her full potential.

"Boom!"

The heavens and earth trembled under Pang Ban's demonic power. Crimson clouds obscured the sky, and endless gales descended from the heavens, whipping up sand and stones and tearing the earth apart, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Amidst this devastating storm, the chivalrous Mo Yu remained indifferent, his black robes fluttering in the wind, resembling an unyielding sacred mountain.

He took the Zhenwu sword from his waist and placed it horizontally in front of him.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power, no extraordinary phenomenon that stirred up the wind and clouds. His movements were very light, as if he were just making an ordinary sword-drawing motion.

However, the instant his five fingers gripped the hilt of the sword—

hum!
In that instant, the spirit and will of the heroes Mo Yu broke free from the shackles of the river of time and surged upstream!

At this moment, his intention is to call out, to feel, and to connect with the immense power hidden in the "bloodline of civilization" and "history"!
……

The Heavenly Palace of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The four figures, who had already lost consciousness and left only with the imprint of pure knowledge, all trembled slightly at this moment.

Jiang Ziya, Zhang Liang, Li Chunfeng, Yinling...

A barely perceptible fluctuation seemed to appear in those cold, mechanical eyes.

The heroes Mo Yu have fallen into the annals of history.

Fragments of time rushed backward around him, and a magnificent panorama unfolded before his eyes.

The first painting depicts a magnificent palace and emperors and their ministers exchanging toasts.

Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, sat upright on the dragon throne. With a cup of wine, he quietly erased the bloodshed and killing atmosphere that had permeated the land of China for nearly a century since the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period with a gentle approach.

A time of flourishing literary culture and diverse artistic expressions, an era of extreme wealth and prosperity.

Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, could clearly feel that with just a thought, he could draw upon a tremendous power from the name "Song" and the great cause it represented of "ending the chaos of the world".

Furthermore, when Han Shantong of the White Lotus Sect rose to power, he claimed to be an eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Huizong of Song, thus naturally inheriting the legitimacy of the "Song" dynasty.

If he chooses to stop here, the power he can acquire will far exceed his imagination.

However, Mo Yu's will remained almost unwavering.

To be honest, he didn't have much affection for the "Song" era.

That cup of wine released not only military power, but also the martial spirit of the entire nation.

The next few things were so overpowered that they managed to turn a perfect start into a devastating defeat, humiliating the king, and ultimately leading to the deaths of 100,000 soldiers and civilians.

Sad for its misfortune, anger for its indisputable!

His will continued to go against the tide.

The scene shifts, smoke signals rise everywhere, and banners flutter like a forest on the boundless grassland.

A majestic emperor, clad in gleaming armor and wielding a battle sword, stood proudly.

Behind him, countless tribal leaders prostrated themselves in worship and chanted slogans.

"Heavenly Khan!"

"Heavenly Khan!"

That voice, transcending a thousand years, still carries a stirring sense of pride and glory.

Datang!

An era that continues to haunt the dreams of countless Chinese people throughout history.

Both civil and military achievements reached their peak; confidence, openness, inclusiveness, and strength! All nations paid tribute—what a magnificent sight!
Mo Yu, one of the heroes, hesitated for a moment.

He could sense that if he chose "Tang," its magnificent grandeur and all-encompassing spirit would allow the Emperor's ultimate technique, the Tathagata Palm, to unleash unimaginable power.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin
However, after only a moment's hesitation, his resolve hardened once more, and he continued onward.

Although the Tang Dynasty was strong and prosperous, its foundation was ultimately built upon the powerful families of Guanzhong, and it also declined because of this foundation.

Success or failure hinges on this!
The scroll was shattered and then reassembled once more.

In the vast marshland, a giant white snake was cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard, holding a red longsword, stood beside the corpse, raising his arm and shouting.

Behind him were countless followers, dressed in rags but with resolute eyes.

Son of the Red Emperor, kill the Son of the White Emperor!

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, rose from humble beginnings, wielding the Chixiao Sword. Dressed as a commoner, he pacified the world and recreated the universe!
Only the Han dynasty perished because of its strength!

This single sentence encapsulates his fierce spirit and boundless martial virtue!

Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever rivers flow, this is Han territory! Those who offend our mighty Han, though far away, shall be punished!

The oath, which has spanned two thousand years, can still make every Chinese person's blood boil!

To this day, and even a thousand years from now, the peoples of this land will still call themselves "Han"!
This explains everything!
The chivalrous Mo Yu could sense that if he chose "Han", he could draw upon an extremely powerful and domineering force from the deepest imprint flowing in the blood of every member of his clan!

Its total amount even exceeds that of the "Song" dynasty, which had "legal authority" in hand!
After all, a big man is much stronger than a coward!

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, was somewhat tempted, but he still did not make a choice.

In the darkness, he felt as if something ahead was beckoning him.

The scroll turned and came to the foot of Qishan Mountain.

A phoenix cried out, its voice heard in the heavens.

A king with an ancient and unsophisticated face, yet exuding supreme majesty, stood atop a chariot, holding an imperial sword.

Behind him, all eight hundred feudal lords bowed their heads, and the people submitted to his rule.

King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa!

Wielding the emperor's sword, he carried out acts of pacifying the people and punishing the guilty, destroying the tyrannical Shang dynasty and establishing a glorious empire that lasted for eight hundred years!

The establishment of rites and music, and the enfeoffment of the people, truly allowed the civilization on this land to flourish and continue.

The first true "Son of Heaven" in the Huaxu Civilization!
The heroes, including Mo Yu, immediately sensed it.

If he chooses "Zhou", he can not only borrow the original [Emperor's Aura], but also, if he wins this battle, he will have the opportunity to obtain the [Heavenly Crystal], thereby pushing the [Hun Tian Bao Jian] in his hands to the highest level!

The temptation is too great!
So much so that even his usually calm and composed mind was stirred by the intense ripples.

but……

Mo Yu, the hero, has not stopped his journey.

In that far more distant place, the feeling that called to him grew even stronger.

His will swept past emperors who left their illustrious names in history, advancing ever forward...

He saw Yu the Great wielding a divine axe, splitting mountains and rivers, and establishing his rule over the nine provinces...

I saw Shennong tasting all kinds of herbs, and I saw Suirenshi drilling wood to make fire...

Finally, his will reached the end of the river of time.

There is nothing here.

But he could feel that the call was growing stronger.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, closed his eyes, gathered his powerful inner energy, and slowly walked forward.

"Crack!"

It was as if a shattering sound echoed in my ears, as if the end of the river of time had been smashed to pieces.

He then arrived at a place that, perhaps, is unique in the world.

It felt like another place, a completely different time and space.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The rising sun on the horizon was like blood.

The vast reed beds swayed gently in the morning breeze.

"Is what I'm doing right? Is the path I'm taking the right one? Will the future I envision come true?"

"The land is filled with grief and the city is covered with blood, but the only thought is to save the people."
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Spacetime collapses!

The river of history is collapsing!

Suddenly, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, opened his eyes!

In the real world, the fierce winds, powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, still howl.

Pang Ban held twin halberds, and the supreme demonic power that combined military might and national destiny continued to rise, about to reach its peak.

From the moment Mo Yu, one of the heroes, grasped the sword hilt to the moment he opened his eyes, in reality, it was only a fleeting instant.

His eyes held only unwavering resolve.

The next instant, without the slightest hesitation!

"Qiang——!"

The sword's cry was clear and melodious, like a dragon's roar!
The True Martial Sword was unsheathed with fierce force!

The sword's blade lacked a striking cold light, yet possessed a profound weight, as if bearing the weight of countless lives, and a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing through all darkness in its path.

"Slaying karma to save people, drawing the sword to save the world!"

As the voice of the hero Mo Yu rang out, a completely different kind of power erupted from his body!

"Roar--!"

Before the White Lotus army, the Peacock King statue, which was over ten meters tall, suddenly let out a roar that shook the very soul!

That wasn't the roar of the Ming King, but rather the ignition of the endless resentment and desire for revenge that had been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years by the millions of Han Chinese people who had been slaughtered, oppressed, and bullied by the Mongol Yuan dynasty.
The black and red resentment surged into the sky like a flood bursting its banks!

At the same time, a blazing flame ignited in the hearts of every soldier in the 400,000-strong White Lotus Army!
Their will, their beliefs, their blood and sweat, at this moment, converged into a pure and indomitable military force determined to open a new chapter for this land!

The two forces, one seeking revenge and the other seeking innovation, are fundamentally different.

However, guided by the will of the heroes Mo Yu, who carried the thought of "saving the common people," they were perfectly integrated and transformed into a crimson torrent, which poured into the Zhenwu Sword in his hand!
"Om-!"

Suddenly, a second sun shone brightly in the world!

The glorious red sun shines upon the entire world!
As the red sun rose, the vortex of demonic power that Pang Ban had gathered was instantly dispersed, and his invincible [Yellow Peril] will was suppressed!

The crimson light shone on the White Lotus Sect soldiers, making them feel their blood boil and their fighting spirit soar, leaving them without a trace of fear!

The light shone on the Yuan soldiers on the city wall, but it made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their souls trembling, as if they saw countless wronged souls crawling out from the deepest hell, trying to drag them into the deepest hell!

With the balance of power shifting, the invincible military force that Pang Ban had painstakingly built up showed signs of collapse!

"This...this is impossible!"

Pang Ban's pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on his face!
He had thought that no matter how corrupt the Mongol Yuan Dynasty was, it was still a legitimate dynasty that had ruled China for nearly a hundred years, and its national fortune was still intact.

Moreover, during its glorious past, the Mongol Yuan dynasty swept across Eurasia, and its military prowess was no less than that of any Han dynasty in history.

Therefore, the military power and national fortune that he can borrow by using his own demonic power as a guide should be much stronger than that of Mo Yu, the "traitor"!

But isn't something a little off about the power emanating from this force?
"Is it 'Han'? No... that's not right!"

Pang Ban's research into Sinology was so profound that he could be considered a great Confucian scholar, yet he could not understand it.

The young Taoist, who had always appeared indifferent and sought only personal immortality, revealed at this moment a true compassion for all living beings and a heart that cared for the world.

The reason people are unwilling to do it is because they are afraid they won't do it well!

It is precisely because of the fear of loss that people seek immortality!

He believed that everything that would be lost in the river of time was meaningless.

Only at this moment, when X proved that what he did was right, did Mo Yu, the hero, truly have his shortcomings in mind made up for and firmly believe in his own correctness without any hesitation!
"Because X said my path is the right one!!!"

Mo Yu, a chivalrous figure, roared inwardly and slashed his sword at Pang Ban.

"So... this is your true path?"

Pang Ban stared blankly at the great sun sword energy pressing down on him, a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before welling up in his heart.

Faced with such a powerful force, his so-called "Yellow Peril" and imperial will appear so insignificant and so... laughable.

But, after all, he is Pang Ban!

It's the Demon Master Pang Ban!
Even if there is an abyss ahead, he will use his fists to blast a path through it!
"war!!!"

Pang Ban roared to the sky in resentment, extinguishing all distracting thoughts in his mind. He poured all his essence, energy, and spirit, along with the military might of the 300,000-strong army and the last national fortune of the Mongol Empire, into the two jet-black halberds in his hands!
He held the halberd in both hands, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, and unleashed his strongest and final strike towards the ever-approaching red sun!
"Destiny...you...cannot suppress Pang Ban's words!!!"

Two jet-black halberd beams, seemingly capable of devouring all light, tore through the void, carrying the supreme will to judge all living beings and enslave all spirits, and fiercely slashed towards the crimson sun!
Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, remained calm and swung his sword down with a horizontal strike.

Even the War Maniac standing opposite him today would have to kneel before his sword!
I don't mean anything by it; when he is in a state of perfect mental and physical perfection, he is invincible!
【The Emperor's Sword Technique Final Move: The Rooster Crows and the World Turns White】!
The crimson sun pierced through the boundless darkness and collided violently with the two jet-black halberd beams that represented the lingering glow of the past!
"..."

There was no standoff.

There was no pulling or tugging.

There is no suspense.

Just like the name of this move, when the sun rises, all darkness recedes!

The sky, like a shattered mirror, cracked inch by inch, revealing the deep, boundless void behind it!

On the city wall, the energy net set up by Li Chimei and eight other experts could not even last a moment under the destructive power of the Crimson Sun Sword Energy before it shattered with a crash!

The eight masters were struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Their spirits and wills shattered, and they fell silent!

The magnificent city wall of the capital, which had stood for a century, collapsed like a sand sculpture under the red sunset, cut in half!

Countless Yuan soldiers were vaporized by the aftershocks of the Red Sun Sword Qi before they could even utter a scream!
In the shattered void.

Pang Ban was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and there was a huge bloody hole in his chest that went through him from front to back, almost cutting him in half. But in the end, he still managed to deflect the Crimson Sun Sword Qi slightly.

The two halberds in his hands, formed from the nation's destiny and military might, were already covered with spiderweb-like cracks. With a "crack," they shattered completely, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into nothingness.

He lost.

A complete and utter defeat.

Opposite him, the chivalrous Mo Yu, holding the Zhenwu Sword, floated silently.

Pang Ban looked at him, his eyes filled with no hatred, no resentment, only a sense of relief and liberation from seeing a higher view.

"You... won."

After saying this, he lowered his head, took one last look at the ruins of the capital city below, shook his head and sighed, and then let go of everything.

Without a second thought, he turned around, dragging his badly injured body, and stepped into the shattered, pitch-black void. His figure was gradually swallowed up by the endless darkness and disappeared without a trace.

The era of a legendary sorcerer has come to an end.

The heroes, including Mo Yu, watched him disappear in the direction he vanished without stopping him.

This was actually the result of him holding back. Before Pang Ban had grown to his fullest potential, he had already mastered the [Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique].

Moreover, he had already calculated that Pang Ban would enter the void, and once Mo Yu also ascended to immortality, he could do it again.

(End of this chapter)