Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 206 Immortal in the River!
North of Yuzhang Commandery, a large number of troops are moving towards Jiujiang.

The leading general was none other than Xu Shiji.

On the city wall, watching Xu Shiji's departing figure, Song Lu stroked his long beard and thought of Li Jing, another great general he had met a few days ago, and couldn't help but admire him a few times.

The generals on the anti-Zhou alliance side were far inferior to them.

Turning to look at his two elder brothers beside him, he couldn't help but raise his cane and point it towards Jiujiang:
“There are also troops lying in ambush in Qichun and Tongan across the river from Jiujiang. Xiao Xian, Shen Faxing and their men have no way to escape.”

"However, judging from their posture, do they still intend to defend Jiujiang to the death?"

Song Zhi nodded: "Jiujiang City doesn't have the magnificent high walls of Jiangdu and Dongdu. I wonder what it will use to defend it."

"The strangest person is Lin Shihong."

"Yes."

Song Lu pondered:
"Given his martial arts skills, escaping the city alone before the Celestial Master arrives should be a piece of cake. I don't know what he was thinking, choosing to take such a deadly path. Has being emperor for a few days made him lose his mind?"

Song Zhi chuckled and said, "I heard he's been in seclusion. Is he coming out this time to fight the Celestial Master?"

As he said this, he turned his gaze to Song Que beside him: "Brother, where do you think Lin Shihong gets his confidence from?"

The Celestial Master is someone who can directly confront his elder brother.

No matter how capable Lin Shihong is, he can never be his match.

After listening, Song Que calmly replied:
"The mind of a martial artist is like the eastward flowing river, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. When I was training my sword in the mountain city, I would occasionally feel a fighting spirit. If I did not have enough control over my mind, I would inevitably do things that others could not understand."

Song Lu and Song Zhi exchanged a glance, keenly sensing the change in their elder brother.

His tone of voice was quite different from before.

"Is my elder brother very interested in this battle?" Song Lu pressed.

Song Que's expression remained unchanged, but a strange fighting spirit flowed in his eyes, causing him to exude a sharp aura that even dispelled the northwest wind.

"My first eight strikes of the Heavenly Question were broken, and I failed to unleash the ninth strike, the one that determined life and death. My mind was in turmoil, and I was unsure of victory or defeat. I recalled carefully that he was constantly breaking through my moves and did not display any offensive techniques himself, which is why I could not see through his full strength."

"This time I have a deeper understanding of the realm of martial arts. Lin Shihong is not weak. As long as he makes a move against Lin Shihong, I will know how much of a chance Tianwen Ninth has.

The two suddenly realized.

The older brother's competitive spirit was aroused.

That's true, after all, this is the first opponent in Lingnan that my elder brother hasn't defeated, and he's still so young.

"Heavenly Questions, Heavenly Questions," my elder brother naturally wants to ask about victory or defeat.

Song Lu chuckled and said, "The so-called Heavenly Blade is nothing but a blade. If it's a matter of life and death, I think you have at least a 70% chance of winning."

Song Zhi shook his head: "Third brother's words are biased. The Celestial Master's martial arts level is extremely high, and he can do what ordinary people cannot. If eldest brother fights desperately, his chances of winning are at most 60%."

In the past, the two of them would have definitely said it to be true.

In their understanding, saying this was already extremely cautious.

Song Que remained silent, then heard Song Zhi ask, "The great battle will break out tomorrow, what are our plans?"

Song Que thought for a moment: "Let's rest for an hour first, then immediately prepare the troops and set off. We cannot delay."

"As for tomorrow, there's no need to make a big splash. Just follow the lead of the other armies."

"it is good!"

Song Lu and Song Zhi nodded simultaneously.

They fought their way from Lingnan, and their troops suffered few losses.

The four armies' momentum in besieging Xiao Xian and his men was too great. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the garrison commanders of those prefectures were unwilling to be buried with them, and the vast majority surrendered their cities.

The only real obstacle is probably the city of Jiujiang ahead.
That night, torches stretched like a long dragon around Jiujiang.

Every so often, scouts from the three factions within the city would bring back bad news.

Multiple enemy forces are closing in overnight!

Xiao Xian and Shen Faxing tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

This is the most difficult year-end they have ever faced in their lives.

In the latter half of the night, they simply left the accommodations provided by Lin Shihong, braved the cold wind, and went to their respective camps to take command.

The enemy clearly doesn't want them to see the sun rise next year.

At this moment, and on Lin Shih-hung's territory, they felt completely insecure without having control of the army.

Both Xiao Xian and Shen Faxing were skilled in martial arts, so staying up all night was nothing to them.

The more than 100,000 troops on each city tower, like them, rushed to see the first rays of dawn before the rooster crowed.

Inside Jiujiang City.

Aside from those extremely daring and reckless martial arts practitioners, ordinary people dared not watch the play, closing their doors and windows and hiding in their homes early in the morning.

The sound of soldiers running echoed from all directions within the city.

The sounds of people, horses, and flags fluttering mingled together in a chaotic cacophony.

As the light of dawn broke, the harsh winter winds howled in!

An extremely oppressive atmosphere permeated the hearts of every garrison soldier in Jiujiang. If it weren't for the harsh military law, some would have already surrendered.

Two miles outside the city, banners stretched as far as the eye could see.

The north wind billowed the flags, making them rise and fall like ocean waves, and the rhythmic rustling sound carried far into the city.

Except for the city gate tower facing the river, the rest of the city was almost completely surrounded by the army!

It was close to Chenshi (7-9 AM).

People from Li Jing, Xu Shiji, and others rushed out to persuade the defenders to surrender. They stood in safe positions and shouted at the edge of Jiujiang City, urging the defending troops to open the city gates and surrender.

However, they were driven back by arrows drawn by Shen Faxing and Xiao Xian's loyal subordinates.

After several unsuccessful attempts to persuade them to surrender, the sound of drums suddenly resounded across the land.

Li Jing, Xu Shiji, the Song army, and the large army brought by Zhang Xutuo and You Hongda received the signal and attacked Jiujiang together!

As the army charged, countless figures spread out, a forest of spears and halberds stood tall, and the earth began to tremble violently.

The shouts of battle pierced the sky, enough to terrify anyone!
Even a martial arts grandmaster wouldn't dare to directly face such a large-scale military charge.

The arrows, like a torrential downpour, pierced through the north wind and pressed down on the city walls.

At this point, the two sides were not on the same level in terms of troop strength, morale, and condition.

The only thing the Jiujiang garrison relied on was the city wall.

However, for many skilled soldiers in the army, the city walls could be easily scaled as long as the obstacles on the towers were not too great.

The arrows suppressed the counterattack from the city walls.

East of Jiujiang, as the battle progressed, hundreds of experts gradually ascended the city walls.

A series of chaotic battles ensued.

Before long, the drawbridge was lowered, the city gates were opened, and the two sides engaged in large-scale close combat, which became even more intense.

"Hide!"

Beside Xiao Xian, Prince Lu Wan Zan and Prince Jin Dong Jingzhen shouted in unison, pulling Xiao Xian away from the arrows.

After Xiao Xian became emperor, he enfeoffed seven kings; these were the last two.

Besides them, Cen Wenben, the Vice Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, was also by Xiao Xian's side at this time.

Emperor Liang paled, reacted slowly, and seemed not to have heard his two subordinates' words, nearly being shot by an arrow.

Cen Wenben saw Zhang Xutuo and You Hongda, and then he saw Cheng Yaojin, Qin Shubao, and Luo Shixin fighting fiercely in the battle. These were all fierce generals. Now that the city gates were open and no reinforcements had arrived, he was afraid that the city would not be able to hold out for long.

The only way out right now is to surrender.

Xiao Xian had also considered surrendering, and even wanted to negotiate a change of identity.

However, the words of those who had previously tried to persuade him to surrender were very clear: Xiao Xian, as the ringleader, must die.

Xiao Xian wanted to defeat the enemy before discussing terms.

But when the enemy attacked, there was no way to repel them.

Thinking of this, Cen Wenben found himself speechless.

Xiao Xian snapped out of his daze and looked at the enemy army surging towards him like a tide, his heart filled with extreme fear.

Then I suddenly remembered that lifeline.

Yes, and the Chu Emperor too!
Lin Shihong's men are in the north of the city. It's possible they will leave the city and head to the river, then escape down the river.

Thinking about this, I felt anxious.

It's better not to defend the east of the city, so he decisively shouted to the three people beside him: "Let's go, hurry to the north of the city."

All three were surprised and understood Xiao Xian's thoughts.

Once the east gate of the city falls, the army will enter, and the other gates will be unable to defend themselves.

In other words, Xiao Xian gave up the opportunity to wait for other teams to come and provide support.

He wasn't consulting with the three of them; he was giving an order.

Leaving several troops to die in the east of the city to buy time, Xiao Xian led the rest of his elite guards straight to the north of the city.

Seeing this, Cen Wenben followed the chaotic procession for a while, then took advantage of the confusion to return.

Xiao Xian was busy escaping and had no time to spare for him.

Cen Wenben ascended the city tower and commanded the garrison commanders in the east of the city. After Xiao Xian retreated slightly, he immediately ordered the nearly 10,000 men in the east of the city to stop fighting. In an instant, the east of Jiujiang changed hands!
Xiao Xian's actions caused Jiujiang, which could have held out for a while, to quickly collapse.

More and more people are abandoning their weapons and surrendering.

Shen Faxing was not much slower than Xiao Xian. He led his elite personal guards and also rushed into the north of the city.

Lin Shih-hung's Xunyang Palace is also located here.

More than an hour later, the various armies entered the city in batches, almost completely surrounding the remaining forces in Jiujiang City.

Li Jing, Xu Shiji, and others had already arrived at the outskirts of Xunyang Palace.

There are still more than 40,000 enemy soldiers left in this place.

Half an hour later, Lin Shihong's Xunyang Palace was occupied, and the last 20,000 remnants of his troops retreated to the north of Jiujiang.

The expanded North Gate Tower was tall and majestic, and also had a terrace.

Here, close to the river, the winter wind is so strong that it feels like a knife cutting into your flesh as it passes through the terrace.

What's absurd is that there are three people dressed in dragon robes on the North City Terrace.

"Gentlemen, is the wind too strong?" Lin Shihong asked with a mocking smile.

"No."

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xian both shook their heads, but their eyes were fixed on the massive army formation approaching from ten feet below. They were stubborn and unwilling to admit their inner panic, but their bodies were trembling with fear.

They no longer had the right to be angry at Lin Shih-hung's mockery.

"With your meager courage, you actually want to join forces with me to deal with Zhou Yi?"

Lin Shihong said with a mocking tone, "Since you're so afraid, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy? Maybe he'll be in a good mood and want to gain a good reputation, so he'll spare your lives?"

Xiao Xian's lips twitched; he really wanted to curse.

But he held back, ignoring everything, and Lin Shihong's attitude gave them great hope.

He hinted indirectly:
"Emperor Chu, the enemy has an army of hundreds of thousands. Even if we defeat the Zhou family now, I'm afraid it will be too late to turn the tide."

Shen Faxing withdrew his gaze from the massive army formation and looked at Lin Shihong, waiting for his answer.

did not expect.
Lin Shihong chuckled as if he had heard a joke.

"so what?"

He stood between the two men, with one arm on each of their shoulders:
"This is just a worry for you mediocre people. I don't care about Jiujiang City at all. Once I succeed, Jiujiang, Jiangnan, and the whole world will be within my grasp."

“Kill all those who resist.”

"However, you will never have the chance to experience this state of mind in your entire lives."

He smiled confidently and patted them on the shoulder:

"Don't think that just because you're wearing a dragon robe, you're like me."

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xian trembled even more violently, their hearts sinking to the bottom, along with a sense of anger.

"you!!"

Shen Faxing angrily said, "You've gone too far!"

Xiao Xian asked in a deep voice, "Emperor Chu, are you truly confident of victory?"

Lin Shihong's eyes were cruel:
"The fact that you two came to Jiujiang dressed like this is tantamount to provoking me. In fact, killing you would be as easy as crushing two ants. I've kept you alive until now only to give you a chance to see the difference in our abilities."

Before Xiao Xian and Shen Faxing could speak, a loud voice suddenly came from afar:
"Lin Shihong, are you still not going to surrender?!"

At this moment, countless gazes were fixed on the city wall.

Lin Shihong pushed Xiao Xian and Shen Faxing to the sides, and then, with a loud bang, he rushed to the top of the city tower.

With his feet planted on the ridge and his arms wrapped around himself, the north wind blew his long hair, which was draped over his shoulders, and it danced wildly.

He remained unmoved by the gazes from all sides.

He ignored Li Jing's shout, his face glowing purple, his eyes filled with domineering aura, and he quickly swept his gaze across the crowd.

Everyone had long heard of the reputation of the two hegemons of Jiangnan.

However, he was far stronger than Ren Shaoming. Judging from the present moment, due to the manifestation of the miraculous Purple Blood Technique, he indeed possessed the aura of a top-tier expert.

Lin Shih-hung gave a cold smile:
"Where is the Celestial Master? Didn't he boast that he would kill me in Jiujiang?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like he was speaking right next to everyone's ear.

This piqued the interest of Song Que, who was watching the spectacle.

Song Zhi and Song Lu, who were in front of the main army on the west side, began to talk in hushed tones. They noticed the huge change in Lin Shihong.

Moreover, the strength he displayed at this moment was far greater than before.

As they were discussing, Xu Xingzhi stepped forward.

"Lin Shihong, you are nothing but a dying beast, unworthy of such dignity. We will see our lord after we have taken your head."

The saying "empty actions" is not an exaggeration.

With over 300,000 troops, even a Grandmaster would have to flee, let alone Lin Shih-hung.

"You want to kill me too?"

Lin Shihong laughed heartily: "If I want to leave, who can stop me?"

At this point, his mind raced, and he suddenly realized something!
That's it!

He turned around and looked at the river.

If they wanted to escape from the army, the only way was to travel by river.

In other words, some people have already perished on their path to survival.

Lin Shihong had no interest in the army inside the city. His mind was quick, and after thinking things through, he immediately made an unexpected move.

He clenched his palms together, and the ropes binding the suspension bridge snapped immediately.

"Boom~!"

With a loud crash, the suspension bridge collapsed. He leaped from the top of the city tower onto the suspension bridge and ran towards the riverbank not far away.

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xian were caught off guard, but they quickly caught up.

Because the main force from the rear was pressing forward.

Many of the garrison troops inside the city thought that Lin Shihong was going to escape down the river, so they all rushed to the riverbank.

However, Zhou Yi's side had already made arrangements.

Both sides of the Yangtze River were filled with military formations, making it impossible for Lin Shihong to get out.

In an instant, it turned into a hopeless situation of being surrounded on three sides and backed by the Yangtze River.

When Lin Shihong arrived at the riverbank, he found that his suspicions were indeed correct.

At this time, the riverbank north of the river was densely packed with people.

Those who are more timid can watch the show from across the river.

Those with great courage naturally reside within Jiujiang City.

Even during the dry season, the river still stretches for miles, appearing like a reclining dragon with its misty waves reaching the sky.

As the saying goes, the Chu River and Wu Mountains are vast and boundless, creating a unique and magnificent landscape.

Lin Shihong saw a two-story ship damaged by the war on the riverbank. He jumped aboard and immediately stood at the highest point on the riverbank.

At this moment
Countless arrows from the army were already aimed at him. Lin Shihong suppressed a smile that others couldn't understand, and spoke arrogantly across the river: "Since you're so confident in cutting off my life, why don't you dare show yourself? Is the Celestial Master a coward?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jing prepared to order his men to fire arrows.

Xu Xingzhi stopped him.

On this year-end day, they originally did not want their lord to take action, and the Battle of Jiujiang was a foregone conclusion.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shihong, taking advantage of the large number of onlookers, was quite adept at saving face for himself.

His words clearly had an effect.

Suddenly, a huge cry of alarm came from Jiangbei.

Xu Xingzhi's gaze was also drawn to it.

Dark clouds hung low, and the cold river stretched like a ribbon.

Lin Shihong gazed at the river; for him, this place was the perfect battlefield.

He had planned to lure Zhou Yi to the riverbank, so he stayed in the north of the city, completely ignoring the fall of other cities.

The current situation is exactly what he wanted.

But for some reason, the state of mind he had cultivated with the Purple Blood Technique began to waver slightly.

Lin Shihong's pupils contracted, and his true energy surged even more, turning his entire face purple.

At this moment, through the thin mist on the river, a white figure became increasingly clear.

In the depths of winter, the river no longer surges as it did in spring and summer; its water is a somber, dark blue-green, like ink.

The white figure walked as if on flat ground, strolling from the opposite bank.

Occasionally, a lone gull or a couple of crows, alone and solitary, flutter their wings and hover low above the cold mist and waves.

Nearby, a lone bird casts its cold shadow; in the distance, a thousand mountains are covered in fallen leaves. Between the two, a figure in white, whose shoes never get wet, crosses the river.

Such scenes make it impossible to fathom what kind of light-footed skill this is.

From a distance, it looks just like a fairy roaming in the river!

The three members of the Song clan on the south bank were shocked when they saw this scene.

To cross the waves smoothly is a level of lightness skill that Tian Dao (天刀) will never be able to reach in his lifetime.

Even more unbelievable scenes appeared.

The white figure stopped abruptly shortly after crossing the middle of the river.

But miraculously, he remained standing on the river surface and did not sink.

Many people stared in disbelief, rubbing their eyes, completely unable to comprehend it. Even Lin Shihong squinted slightly.

Having excellent lightness skills doesn't necessarily mean being powerful.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhou Yi's voice dispelled the cold mist and reached his ears.

"Lin Shihong, today is the end of the year. I'll give you a chance to keep your body intact. You may commit suicide."

Lin Shihong was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard, then threw his head back and laughed wildly:
"Hahaha!"

His loud laughter was like a lion's roar, causing the nearby guards to become dizzy and creating huge waves on the river, demonstrating his high level of skill.

"Shameless talk!"

"Ridiculous! Today I'll show you what true power is."

He usually carried an ancient bronze halberd, but now his hands were empty, only his fists were clenched.

The next moment, Lin Shihong was surrounded by an eerie aura.

His originally bronze skin now had a chilling deep purple hue, and the veins beneath his skin were bulging like coiled purple venomous snakes.

He knew that the man in the river was a formidable enemy.

While activating the Purple Blood Technique, he also used the secret technique brought by Xinaiya.

This method was originally incomplete, but he combined it with the Purple Blood Technique, which enabled it to exert a completely different effect.

A huge purple phantom rose behind him and solidified instantly.

This is not a substantial spirit, but rather a spiritual medium formed by combining the extreme cold domain with the river water. It is also in line with the Purple Blood Great Law, achieving a resonance between the primordial spirit and primordial energy.

so.
Standing by the river, he can continuously refine this powerful spiritual creation by utilizing the inexhaustible flow of the river water.

Putting aside martial arts realms, this time they've taken a different approach, and they can wear down their opponent to death.

This is the source of Lin Shih-hung's confidence.

At the head of the Xunyang River, no one dared to underestimate Lin Shihong anymore.

Behind him appeared a gigantic amethyst monster, holding a harpoon.

Lin Shihong jumped into the water, just like the legendary sea spirit that controls the tides. He reached out and grabbed the huge harpoon, which, under the resonance of his primordial energy and spirit, burst forth with powerful force!

A whirlpool instantly appeared on the river surface.

Seeing Zhou Yi continue walking towards him, Lin Shihong shouted.

His voice was hoarse and shrill, echoing with an inhuman force: "Die!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and an overwhelming, chilling purple aura erupted, enveloping his entire body like a deep purple flame.

This purple aura was not scorching hot, but rather bone-chillingly cold, so much so that even the river water beneath his feet condensed into tiny ice crystals.

He held his hands together loosely and pressed them down hard on the surging Xunyang River at his feet!
With the blessing of the secret technique, the river water surged wildly in an instant.

"Rising waves that swallow the heavens!"

Rumble——!
A loud bang startled everyone.

As if the earth's veins had been detonated, a huge wall of water suddenly rose from the calm river surface!

This wall of water was no ordinary turbid wave; thick, blood-red, deep purple true energy swirled around its crests.

A gigantic wave, over eight zhang high, swept in, blotting out the sky and the sun, seemingly carrying a terrifying power to destroy everything, and surged violently toward the white figure approaching in the river!

Before the waves even arrived, the bone-chilling, soul-corroding true energy had already begun to spread.

The many soldiers watching the battle from both sides of the strait, no matter how far away they were, felt a chill that ran deep into their bones.

Many people were chattering, their pupils dilated as they stared at the roaring waves, where the power to crush a person was clearly visible.

Lin Shihong's maniacal laughter echoed across the river, purple mist rose, his disheveled hair danced wildly, making him look like a demon god.

The giant wave, as large as a mountain, carried chilling true energy and immense power capable of crushing everything, and was about to completely engulf Zhou Yi.

At this critical moment,
Zhou Yi neither dodged nor roared.

He simply raised his hand slowly, and his true energy, as fluid as water, leaped out.

The instant he raised his hand, an extreme chill, purer, more vast, and closer to the origin of heaven and earth than Lin Shihong's Purple Blood True Qi, silently spread out.

At this moment, the towering waves and the surrounding clamor were suppressed.

The frosty air pressed down from above.

As the cold air passed by, the world seemed to fall silent.

Time is frozen at this moment.

The purple wave, which appeared to be capable of destroying the world in the eyes of ordinary people, seemed to have crashed into an invisible, ancient ice barrier less than ten feet away from Zhou Yi.

Click, snap snap snap snap—!
The chilling sound of freezing instantly replaced the roar of the waves.

The colossal wave, imbued with true energy, from its crest to its trough, from its surging form to its splashing droplets, along with the entire flowing river beneath it, was instantly frozen by an incomprehensible, absolute zero force under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes!
One moment it was a scene of towering waves and overwhelming purple aura.

The next moment, what lay before them was a frozen, icy world shimmering with an eerie purple light.

The towering purple wave, eight zhang high, remained in its menacing, surging posture, eternally sealed within the transparent ice.

The surrounding, even wider river surface, stretching all the way to the south bank, has completely transformed into a vast, smooth, mirror-like ice field, its chilling aura reaching the heavens, reflecting the distant flames of battle, utterly silent.

The frost was extremely cold that day; if it were ordinary true energy, it would probably have dissipated by now.

It resonates with the power of heaven and earth, constantly absorbing the cold air of winter, thus enduring for a long time.

On both sides of the Yangtze River, hundreds of thousands of people simultaneously lost their voices in the face of this miracle.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence, broken only by heavy breathing and the clanging of weapons falling from the hands of Lin Shihong's soldiers in their fear.

Lin Shihong's maniacal laughter froze instantly, turning into utter shock and disbelief.

The opponent also used icy power, so how could the difference be so great!

"No, impossible!"

He managed to squeeze out a few words in a hoarse voice, as if the purple blood in his body was frozen by the cold, its circulation becoming sluggish.

The purple blood melted into the water, freezing it, which caused him immense discomfort.

Just as his mind trembled violently and a crack appeared in his demonic power,

On the glacier, Zhou Yi's figure moved again.

He flashed closer.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only the clear ringing of swords.

Immediately following was a dazzling sword light.

Lin Shihong snapped out of his daze, roared, and forcefully activated the Purple Blood Technique to defend himself.

Behind him was a spirit-possessed amethyst monster wielding a harpoon, which, with a power that suppressed spirits, thrust forward with the harpoon.

However, the sword flashed, and even the space itself rippled.

laugh--!
As the sword flashed, a strange sound rang out and the ice crystals shattered.

The enormous amethyst monster turned into a phantom and vanished instantly.

Lin Shihong stood frozen in place, all traces of his confidence gone. The shock on his face had not yet faded, and his pupils reflected a sword light rushing towards him without stopping.

The eerie purple aura emanating from his body dissipated like a punctured balloon.

"no no!"

He let out a final scream.

Zhou Yi seemed not to hear, and with a swift stroke, he shattered Lin Shihong's spiritual construct and pierced through Lin Shihong's physical body.

A layer of dense true energy adheres to Zhanlu, so that not a drop of blood can be stained it.

Lin Shih-hung's neck cut surface is as smooth as a mirror.

His face was filled with an indelible, boundless terror, and his head was slowly sliding off his neck.

The purple hue on his face faded, and he stared intently at Zhou Yi, uttering his last words: "You...you..."

No further updates were released.

Zhou Yi picked up the conversation for him:
"You are a monkey in a crown, usurping the title of emperor, a false emperor of Chu, today you shall be beheaded."

After saying that, he sheathed his sword, and Lin Shihong's head just slid to the ground.

This scene was witnessed by everyone.

Emperor Chu, Lin Shihong, along with the monstrous demonic waves he unleashed, were first frozen in ice, and then annihilated with a single sword strike!
The crowd watching the battle from the riverbank were all mesmerized.

The soldiers who came to the riverbank with Lin Shihong were terrified when they saw the head on the riverbank. After the first person knelt down, the rest of them dropped their weapons and begged for mercy.

Xu Xingzhi, Li Jing, and the others were also somewhat stunned.

Xu Shiji felt a sense of relief, as if he had made a great deal.

You Hongda then thought of the fire along the Cai River and the flood in Cixi Stream; everything made sense.

He reacted quickly, immediately sending men to seize the surrendered soldiers and clear the road.

On the Song family's side, Song Lu and Song Zhi exchanged a glance.

Song Lumian reluctantly raised one finger to give his elder brother some face.

Song Zhi shook his head. As a fellow swordsman, he saw what the greatest swordsman in the world truly was at this moment.

So, with an iron face and impartiality, he gestured "zero" with his hand.

If it were a life-or-death battle, he believed his elder brother's chances of winning would be zero.

The two looked at Song Que at the same time. Tian Dao was rubbing his chin, looking intently at the frozen river surface and the eight-zhang-high raging waves frozen in the air.

Martial Arts Celestial Being, Ultimate Yin Without Limit?
Amazing! Is this the power to connect heaven and earth?
Song Que seemed to have understood something, at least he understood why Lin Shihong was defeated in one move.

If the Celestial Master has reached the ultimate Yin, wouldn't it be suicidal for Lin Shihong to fight him by using his Yin-cold domain to control water?
They were both amazed by Zhou Yi's control over the universe and found the scene rather absurd and dreamlike.

Song Que was deep in thought, seemingly because of the frost and cold air pouring down, and heavy snow falling by the river.

He looked up at the sky; snowflakes were falling and the north wind was howling.
Lin Shihong's head turned from purple to white.

The surrounding surrendered soldiers were cleared away, leaving only two people.

Naturally, it was Emperor Xiao Xian of Liang and Emperor Shen Faxing of Wu.

Xiao Xian avoided eye contact with Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi turned his gaze directly to this debtor who had infiltrated Fuzi Mountain years ago.

He was dressed in a dragon robe and knelt on the ground after feeling Zhou Yi's gaze.

"Spare me! Celestial Master, spare my life!"

Xiao Xian didn't want to die and no longer cared about saving face. He had often heard that Zhou Yi was kind and generous, and now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he surrendered, he might have a chance to survive.

But
Zhou Yi ignored him and instead looked at Shen Faxing, who was standing proudly to the side.

"You are not afraid of death?"

"So what if you're afraid of death?"

Shen Faxing looked at Xiao Xian with some disdain: "But I was once an emperor, how can I be so humble and subservient?"

"Master, give me a sword."

"give him."

Upon hearing this, Li Jing prepared to draw his sword, only to remember that he was using a knife.

Yu Hongda, who was standing to the side, put away the steel whip in his hand, drew the sword from the waist of Yu Boling, a surrendered general of Wu Kingdom in Yuhang City, and handed it to Shen Faxing.

It's a coincidence.
This sword was given to Yu Boling by Shen Faxing.

He sold Yu Boling to Yuhang. Yu Boling surrendered and hung up the Zhou flag. In the blink of an eye, this sword came to him.

With the sword of Wu, behead the emperor of Wu.

Shen Faxing felt a surge of anger. He looked at the unsuspecting Zhou Yi and wanted to slash him with his sword.

He sighed silently again.
Knowing the gap in strength was too great, they had no choice but to give up.

Shen Faxing arrived at the riverbank, filled with endless regret. Had he known this would happen, he would have surrendered earlier.

With a roar of grief and anger, he drew the sword to his neck, and hot blood splattered, ending the matter instantly.

“Bury him.”

"Yes!"

Soldiers stepped forward and carried away Shen Faxing's body.

"Hiss!"

The sword that killed Shen Faxing was now stuck in front of Xiao Xian, half-buried in the ground.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Xian felt a chill run down his spine.

"Master, I have repented and beg you to give me a chance to reform."

He bowed his head and kowtowed.

"Xiao Xian, you are far inferior to Shen Faxing."

Xiao Xian didn't care about these humiliating words and said humbly, "I know I owe the Celestial Master an old debt. I have a huge fortune buried in Baling, which can be dug up to pay off the debt."

“You are inextricably linked to the Baling Gang, have harmed countless people, and owe more than just me. What right do you have to live?”

Zhou Yi didn't want to waste any more words with him: "Kill him."

"Yes, sir!"

Li Jing and Xu Shiji pounced on him together. Xiao Xian howled and tried to draw his sword to fight back, but he was instantly knocked down by the two.

Xu Shiji grabbed him by the hair, and Li Jing chopped him off with a single stroke.

Emperor Xiao Xian of Liang was executed by having his body dismembered!
This scene has provoked many people once again.

In a short period of time, the emperors of Chu, Wu, and Liang all died on the banks of the river. Not long ago, they occupied a large area of ​​southern land and had hundreds of thousands of troops. What a powerful force they were!

The river, once calm, now frozen solid; three emperors slain in a single day. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gazed at the frozen, raging waves, then at the white-clad figure on the riverbank, their hearts filled with profound awe and a deep understanding that this would be a pivotal year that would change the course of history.
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(End of this chapter)