Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 219 Myth Shattered, Lightning Strikes a Thousand Times!

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

The sound of whips urging horses onward shattered the southern wind in Chang'an. Along the bustling streets, inside numerous shops and restaurants, faces with different expressions followed the lightly armored cavalry.

Their identities can be easily discerned from their flags and clothing.

"Are those the troops from the Left Guard of the Imperial City?"

"Yes."

"The mighty army of the Tang Dynasty is about to arrive in Chang'an. In the past few days, the courier riders from the south have been arriving in an endless stream, and today even the elite imperial guards have been mobilized. This army has always been controlled by the Li clan. Why are they rushing here so often? Could it be that they want to fight against the Celestial Master?"

"Nonsense! Do you think Li Yuan is a fool? He's clearly preparing to surrender the city."

Inside the teahouse, a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world) laughed:

"Go take a look at Tonghua Gate and Chunming Gate on the east side when you have time. I saw the garrison commander hanging up the Zhou flag yesterday."

The implication is quite obvious.

Locals all know that Tonghua Gate connects to Tongguan Pass and is the main road for officials, merchants, and江湖人士 (jianghu figures) to travel east out of Chang'an.

Chunming Gate faces Chunmingmen Street, which leads directly to the east side of the Imperial City. It is a crucial passage connecting the Imperial City with the eastern suburbs and experiences the highest daily pedestrian traffic. The bustling metropolis is also located there, which essentially makes this stance clear.

Moreover, the army coming from the south passed through Ba Shang, which came from the east city.

It was clearly a gesture of welcoming them into the city, so why would they fight?

"The mobilization of the imperial guards within the city is clearly in preparation for the Turks; Jieli is coming!"

Someone slammed a large bowl down on the table with a loud bang and shouted angrily:
"And those two damned Turkic lackeys, Liang Shidu and Liu Wuzhou!"

Some people looked up at the sky, as if a great battle was approaching, and even the heavens could sense it.

The sky was clear and sunny a few days ago, but now it's overcast and the oppressive atmosphere has amplified people's anxieties many times over.
"Jieli's southward army is truly massive. The Golden Wolf Army has mobilized its entire force, along with various tribes from the grasslands, and a large number of troops under Li Gui and Xue Ju, bringing the total to over 300,000!"

Upon hearing this, many people frowned.

Liu Wuzhou and Liang Shi were granted the title of Khan, and the entire Eagle Faction continued to work for the Turks.

They had no way out.

Li Gui and Xue Ju were rather impulsive. Because their descendants died at Duzun Fort during the Battle of Bashu, they became enemies with Zhou Yi and thus went down a dark path.

If Chang'an remains intact, we need not fear a large army.

However, the atmosphere in Chang'an is rather strange right now, as if no one is in charge. Perhaps it's due to changing sentiments and differing opinions among the various families, leading to a sharp decline in the Li clan's control over Chang'an.

Yang You's death also had an impact.

As a result, orders arrive extremely slowly from top to bottom.

The Temple of War broke through a corner of the western city wall from beneath Xiji Garden, causing damage. Due to delays and the chaos in the city, it was barely repaired.

Once the Turks cross the Wei River, the magnificent walls of Chang'an will become useless due to this breach.

so.
The people in the city, especially the locals of Chang'an, were eager for the Zhou and Tang armies to take over the city as soon as possible.

Although the army that came to Chang'an this time was not as large as the Turkic army, the Celestial Master's record is well-documented; even the Demon Dragon was defeated, so he will certainly not fear the steppe army.
The sixteenth day after the appearance of the Temple of War.

Multiple urgent reports arrived from the north of the city, all related to Jieli's army.

Just as the city's residents were in a state of panic, good news came from the east of the city: the Zhou Tang army had arrived!
The transition between Shen and You (3-5 PM).

Dark clouds obscured the sunlight, making Zhou Yi's view of the distant northern sky slightly blurred.

Xu Xingzhi, You Hongda, Li Jing, Xu Shiji, Chen Laomou, Du Fuwei and others all arrived.

After meeting Zhou Yi in the East City, everyone paid their respects.

As they chanted "Your Majesty!", Yuwen Shiji, atop the Tonghua Gate tower, without a word, hoisted the Zhou-Tang banner and led the Chang'an garrison in paying homage.

The people in the city did not find anything wrong with the garrison's actions; instead, they wondered why Li Yuan had not come.
The army should have entered the city directly.

But Jieli is accelerating his march in the north and is about to reach the Wei River.

Zhou Yi changed his mind and sent Shan Xiongxin, Luo Shixin, Cheng Yaojin and others to lead troops to cooperate with Yuwen Shi and the forces that had surrendered to Chang'an to maintain stability in the city.

Then, they marched north.

People saw his purpose clearly: to keep the Turks on the north bank of the Wei River!
"Your Majesty, Jieli's spirit hawk has already reached Gaoling. The grassland army is advancing rapidly along the Jingzhou Road and is expected to arrive at the Wei River ferry the day after tomorrow."

This marching speed was extremely terrifying; once they reached the Wei River ferry, they would be able to see Chang'an City across the river.

After crossing the Xiwei Bridge, the land is flat and open, leading directly to the outskirts of Chang'an.

The Turks could simply ride around to the west of the city and then break into it through a gap in the city wall.

At that time, the entire city of Chang'an will become a meat grinder for hundreds of thousands of troops.

Upon hearing Xu Xingzhi's description, Zhou Yi made no arrangements, but calmly replied, "Let's go to the ferry and wait for them."

Xu Xingzhi and Li Jing and the others quickly exchanged glances.

I was originally going to mention the strategy of launching a night raid to stop the enemy.

Judging from the tone of his lord's voice, he was clearly confident.

Xu Xingzhi naturally chose to trust: "Yes!"

The army set off, heading towards the main channel of the Wei River north of Chang'an.

The sound of horses' hooves carried far, and the news spread quickly into the city as soon as people near the eastern part of the city heard it.

Before long, the whole of Chang'an knew about it.

"The Tang army passed through Chang'an but did not enter; the Celestial Master abandoned the defense of the city and was about to engage in a decisive battle with Jieli on the banks of the Wei River!"

"Let's go, damn it, that's some guts! Let's go help!"

"Get to the Wei River immediately!"

"..."

The noise in Chang'an was drowned out as countless martial arts practitioners and city residents poured out from the city gates.

A large number of troops following the main army northward also continued their journey to the Wei River without stopping.

This battle is different from a duel between martial arts practitioners.

It should be understood that human strength has its limits. With 300,000 Turkic troops, even the most skilled martial artist would perish in battle.

To avoid mobilizing a large army, the army that marched north was only a part of the Zhou-Tang forces.

Therefore, their numbers were less than the combined forces of the various tribes of the grasslands, Western Qin, Liang State, and their two major lackeys.

Enthusiastic people naturally want to get involved in fighting against the alien race.

Upon learning that a great battle was about to break out, a massive crowd surged forth, heading straight for the Wei River.

The reclusive Master Arakawa of Todai-ji Temple dispatched a team of warrior monks.

The eminent Buddhist monks who were still in Chang'an, under the instruction of Master Jiaxiang, went with the people of Dongda Temple to the south bank of the Wei River to express the Buddhist stance.

This new ruler dislikes burning incense, so playing games won't work.

People from both the Taoist and the Demonic sects arrived.

With the Wei River as the boundary, the three major lineages stood on the same riverbank for the first time.

Such a scene is absolutely unique.
"Second Brother, you've finally emerged from seclusion!"

At Chai Shao's residence, looking at Li Shimin, who hadn't left the courtyard for several days behind Empress Zhangsun, Li Xiuning's voice was somewhat hurried.

Li Shimin was in high spirits and had a smile on his face.

He gained a lot from this trip to the Temple of War God, and his martial arts skills improved again.

He was one of the very few people who did not waver in front of the God of War relief.

Seeing her younger sister's anxious expression, she stopped smiling and asked:

"what happened?"

Li Xiuning took a breath and explained the news inside and outside Chang'an, especially about the Li clan.

After listening, Li Shimin fell into deep thought.

The crisis at home is bigger than we imagined.

The origin of this might lie with Dong Shuni. The beauty of this "Twin Beauties of Luoyang" was too tempting for Li Yuan. As the saying goes, "lust is a knife above one's head," and that is absolutely true.

“I have sent people home to inform my father and elder brother, but none of them have returned.”

Li Xiuning asked, "Second brother, what should we do?"

"Don't panic."

Li Shimin remained calm: "There are top experts hiding in the shadows that we can't deal with. Father and elder brother are not in good condition. If we rush home rashly, not only will we fail to save them, but we may also harm them."

"Let's go, we must get to the Wei River quickly!"

Li Xiuning has found her pillar of support, and Chai Shao had already made all the necessary arrangements.

A few moments.

After leaving some skilled martial artists to relay the message, a large group of people rushed out of the Chai family compound and headed towards the Wei River.

……

North of Chang'an lies Gaoling City.

This is the vital link connecting the capital with the vast northern regions.

Under a night sky devoid of stars and moon, and thick with layers of clouds, a tall and imposing man stood with his hands behind his back atop the Gaoling City Wall.

"Master, you!"

Chunyu Wei and Tuoba Yu spoke in unison, then abruptly stopped.

Bi Xuan stretched out his hand, and the surging energy suppressed them so much that they couldn't utter a single word.

The Martial Venerable withdrew his energy and turned to look at them: "What are you worried about?"

Chunyu Wei and Tuoba Yu hesitated to speak.

They sensed an exceptionally strong, almost burning fighting spirit emanating from their master.

It can be said to be the most spectacular event of their lives.

The source of their fighting spirit is crystal clear.

Faced with such an opponent, those who lack strong martial will probably not even have the courage to make a move.

And Wu Zun's martial arts will is second to none in the world.

Back then, when facing the peak Qu Ao, he directly shattered Qu Ao's will, causing Qu Ao to never recover.

Bi Xuan stretched out a hand, and instantly a scorching wave crashed against his face.

Tuoba Yu then discovered that his master's Flaming Sun Technique, which had been shackled for many years, had actually improved!

"This is this?!"

His surprised expression pleased Bi Xuan: "Thanks to that wondrous space, the War God relief made me realize how long the road ahead is, but the earth fire energy within it has also ignited my martial arts."

“This time, I’m not the Bi Xuan I was at Yuema Bridge.”

After speaking, he frowned deeply and looked towards the vast grassland:

"Jieli has always been under my protection, and I have earned the reverence of the entire grassland. Moreover, this battle concerns the fate of the northern desert region. If I were to back down, wouldn't I be ridiculed by the world?"

Bi Xuan, his face grim, revealing the domineering aura of someone who reigns supreme over the grasslands, asked with a stern, scrutinizing expression:

Do you think I'll lose?

"No," Tuoba Yu gritted his teeth, "Master is invincible across the grasslands, the most magnificent divine eagle. Everyone knows that no one can knock you off your horse!"

"You will definitely win this duel!"

Upon hearing his words, Wu Zun burst into laughter, and the sound of his laughter spread, extinguishing all the lights near Gaoling City Tower.

That night, Wu Zun did not close his eyes.

He had been meditating and circulating his internal energy to bring his spirit and energy to their peak.

The next day, the same thing happened.

On the evening of the second day, he suddenly began to eat and drink excessively, displaying an astonishing appetite, and drank a vat of aged wine.

Then he lay down and fell asleep next to the fallen military flag at the city gate.

The Martial Venerable was sleeping soundly, his snoring was deafening.

Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei stayed by his side the whole time.

At dawn.

It wasn't the two disciples or the crowing of a rooster that awakened the Martial Venerable, but rather the cry of the psychic hawk above his head.

When Bi Xuan opened his eyes, his pupils looked like two fireballs.

From a scorching, bubbling state, it slowly compressed into a single point, making his eyes frighteningly sharp. With just a glance, he exuded a domineering aura that inspired awe.

This magnanimity is the result of decades of cultivation he has undergone as the god of the grasslands.

Ignite it before the big battle, and enter the peak combat state of your life!
"go!"

An undeniable voice rang out, and he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the far distance, so he strode forward.

Finally, under the grand welcome of the two Khans, Jieli and Tuli, he entered the army's tent.

Bohai King Bai Ziting, the leaders of the eight Mohe tribes, the Khitan chieftains Abaojia and Mohui, and Tiele King Aye Ruodeqi came to pay their respects.

Liang Shidu, Li Gui, and other rebels from the nine provinces also bowed down to welcome them.

Bi Xuan's arrival boosted the army's morale significantly.

How many people have they gathered?

"Reports from the front indicate that the Tang army numbers less than 150,000."

"Great!" Many excited voices rang out in unison.

Khagan Jieli declared loudly, "In this battle, our forces number 300,000 to 150,000, giving us the advantage!"

"With such a disparity in troop strength, we must force them to compromise this time, or we will invade Chang'an."

The grassland army did not stop because of Bi Xuan's arrival. After a brief rest and discussion, they broke camp again and headed straight for the Wei River ferry.

……

Early summer should be the time when the greenery on the outskirts of Chang'an is at its most lush.

The sky hung low, and leaden clouds pressed down like a dense armor, swallowing up all the sunlight.

The air was filled with the earthy smell and the dampness of the river, and something even heavier: the somber atmosphere of the moment.

"Dong dong dong~!"

A massive earthquake struck!

The dust kicked up by the Turkic cavalry, mixed with the chill of war, rushed into my eyes.

On the north bank of the Wei River, a dark mass of cavalrymen resembled a suddenly descending, moving jungle, the sharp edges of their spears gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim daylight.

The snorting of warhorses, the muffled thud of iron hooves pawing the ground, and the rustling of leather armor rubbing together formed a deep, continuous hum that drowned out the sound of the rushing Wei River.

Those with keen eyesight from the martial arts world peered into the heart of the grassland army before this chillingly imposing military formation.

A large banner with a wolf's head stood in the middle of the formation. Under the banner, Khan Jieli stood with his sword drawn, his gaze like that of a hawk piercing through the river and looking straight at the majestic capital city in the distance.

Then, Jieli looked towards the south bank of the Wei River.

Flags fluttered and black armor gleamed like clouds.

The Zhou Tang army was solemn and silent, and the soldiers gripping their swords and spears all revealed their killing intent.

Unlike the battlefront on the grasslands, the Tang Dynasty's commander's banner was placed at the very forefront.

A white figure, riding a white horse, rode to the edge of the ferry after seeing the arrival of the grassland army.

This small gesture drew everyone's attention.

Jieli's army stretched out across the Guanzhong Plain, a dense mass of warhorses and military flags.

At this moment, the bowstring is taut, and they approach the battle formation—what audacity!
Zhou Yi's face showed no emotion, only his eyes scrutinized the countless enemies on the opposite bank.

"What would he do?"

On a tall willow tree downstream, Empress Yin looked at the battle formations on both sides: "Will they charge straight in?"

“There’s no need to take the risk,” the Evil King said, then chuckled and contradicted himself. “His thoughts are hard to guess. Perhaps a war won’t break out because Jieli’s desire for peace is stronger.”

Not far away, King Yeongryo of Goryeo and the sword master were also watching.

Prince Rongliu asked a similar question.

The Sword Master didn't need to respond.

Before Jieli, a man rode out on horseback, and the army parted to make way for him.

He recognized the man at a glance.

Wu Zun, Bi Xuan.

The Wei River flows swiftly, its turbid waves surging.

A chilling atmosphere filled the air between the two sides of the strait, while the Turkic wolf banners fluttered and the Central Plains banners stood tall and proud.

As the two figures drew closer, the entire army seemed to hold its breath.

The water surface spontaneously dipped, forming an invisible vortex. This was caused by their confrontation across the water, a clash of their vital energies!

The Martial Venerable's body was as majestic as a lone mountain in the desert, and the closer he got to the riverbank, the more obvious the strange phenomena around him became.

The space within the zhang was distorted, and the air swirled and shimmered due to the extreme heat. The river below hissed and emitted wisps of white steam.

He had reached the peak of his Blazing Sun Technique, and he was like a blazing sun that had fallen to earth, shining brightly and looking down upon all living beings!

"Heavenly Master."

Bi Xuan looked around and his voice echoed throughout the area: "Can the Central Plains and the Northern Desert still coexist peacefully?" "Yes."

Zhou Yi's words traveled even further, reaching everyone upstream and downstream:

"The northern desert will be incorporated into the Nine Provinces, and from then on there will be no more Khanate, nor any Mohe, Tiele, or Khitan tribes. The world will be one country."

Upon hearing this, hundreds of thousands of people on the south bank were both shocked and excited, and cheered.

The grassland people on the north bank all changed their expressions.

Only then did the leaders of the various tribes understand what Jieli meant by "the ambition of the new ruler".

Bi Xuan chuckled lightly, then suddenly his fighting spirit surged: "The laws of the Central Plains and the grasslands are different; this is impossible."

Zhou Yi calmly stated, "I was not asking for your consent."

Compared to the Martial Venerable's physique, he was naturally not considered burly.

But the immense power contained within that well-proportioned body was terrifying. This simple statement shattered the illusions of Jieli and the others.

Before Wu Zun could make a move, Zhou Yi had already dismounted from the white horse.

General You Hongda, the commander of the bandits, stepped forward and led the white horse away.

"The Golden Wolf Army has repeatedly invaded our borders and killed countless civilians. Today, I will end this situation."

A furious roar came from afar.

Despite dominating the grasslands, Jieli was not intimidated by Zhou Yi's imposing manner: "What nonsense!"

"Where there is grass, there are horses. Where there are large pastures, there will be herds of horses. Horses eat grass, and people eat meat. This has always been the way of the north, with horses migrating south. How can you change that?"

Zhou Yi stares directly at Jieli:

“You people are the pests of the grassland. When the pests die, the grass grows more lush and the cattle and sheep grow fatter. But the pests will never have the chance to see it. Today, your blood will flow to the end on the Guanzhong Plain.”

Every single one of those people in the Turkic camp.

Seeing Zhou Yi express his stance, even though he was heavily protected by the army, he was still extremely uneasy.

Even the people on the south bank did not expect to hear such decisive words.

The next moment, everyone held their breath.

Because the white figure on the shore moved, seemingly heading towards the army on the other side!
It is almost a consensus in the martial arts world that martial arts masters cannot deal with an open military formation. Even if you are the best in the world, your mortal body cannot pass through a jungle of spears and halberds.

If you can kill a hundred, or a thousand, how can you possibly kill ten thousand or a hundred thousand?
Not to mention, the grassland army on the other side of the river has 300,000 troops!

What is the Celestial Master going to do?!

Everyone was shocked. Xu Xingzhi and Chen Laomou were anxious, but they dared not speak.

Of all those present, only Yuchi Jingde felt it was perfectly reasonable.

In You Hongda's mind, scenes of fire, flood, and heavy snow kept replaying.

When he came to his senses

Zhou Yi stood atop the waves, his demeanor as composed and deep as an abyss.

He showed no trace of worldly affairs, except for his eyes, which were deep and profound, like molten gold, exuding a purer and more restrained divine intent.

His divine will sharpened, and he looked at the Martial Venerable blocking his way.

As if influenced by the Martial Venerable, his body suddenly became scorching hot.

"You want to stop me?"

"Come, fight me!"

Bi Xuan roared, his voice booming like thunder across the Wei River.

He noticed Zhou Yi's unusual behavior, but he knew that there was no turning back.

So he took the lead, stepping out and causing the river water beneath his feet to explode with a roar. His figure shot out like a fiery arrow, heading straight for Zhou Yi.

Then he threw a punch.

It is none other than the world-renowned Blazing Sun Technique!

With a single punch, it seemed to drain all the moisture and air from the surroundings, creating a scorching, stagnant, and suffocating vacuum force field. Even the onlookers on the shore felt their mouths dry, as if trapped in a vast ocean of quicksand.

The Martial Venerable's Blazing Sun Domain slightly moved many Grandmasters who knew his background.

It is clear that his combat strength has improved further.

Zhou Yi neither dodged nor evaded. Facing this punch that was powerful enough to melt gold and corrode iron, he simply raised his hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and unleashed a Taoist hand seal.

The sword pointing at the strong wind was not fierce, but rather mild.

However, at the very moment the finger force and the fist wind made contact!

"Buzz!"

A strange buzzing sound did not resonate in the ears, but rather in the hearts of everyone.

Suddenly, his fingertip emitted an indescribable light and heat!

Unlike Bi Xuan's scorching aura that spread outwards, this was a highly condensed and extremely pure point of ultimate Yang essence!
When Bi Xuan's blazing Yang energy, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, collided with this point of extreme Yang, it was like ice and snow meeting boiling water, emitting a mournful "sizzling" sound, and was completely scorched and disintegrated from within!
what? !

For the first time, a look of horror flashed in Bi Xuan's crimson eyes.

His fiery Yang energy was completely suppressed by the opponent's even more domineering Yang power!
Zhou Yi remained silent, took a step forward, and immediately launched his second attack, pressing down with a palm.

The moment the palm strike was unleashed, an unexpected change occurred!
Centered on the two of them, the vast Wei River suddenly boiled violently!

The endless water vapor was instantly evaporated by the terrifying heat contained in the palm, and a white mist rose into the sky, like a huge wall of mist that blocked the river, which swallowed most of the two figures in an instant.

An uproar erupted on both sides of the strait. Golden and crimson light flashed wildly in the mist, each collision producing a deep, thunderous roar that sent shivers down people's spines.

In the mist, Bi Xuan roared repeatedly, pushing his Blazing Sun Technique to an unprecedented limit, the crimson aura illuminating him like a god or demon.

At one point, the Moon Wolf Spear was already in his hand.

That's the Agushwara, the most powerful weapon of the Martial Venerable, and it also symbolizes the invincibility of the grasslands!
The spears flashed, each strike carrying the fierce sands and brutality of the desert, enough to tear apart a thousand armies.

However, it is useless!

Zhou Yi is like a supreme yang deity walking among mortals. His supreme yang power does not dissipate, but is concentrated in every inch of his skin, every breath, and every gesture.

Bi Xuan's scorching aura melted away as it approached him, and the fierce attacks of the Moon Wolf Spear were easily deflected by him with his fingers and palms, even being repeatedly repelled.

The power of pure Yang penetrated Bi Xuan's protective true energy through the clash, scorching his meridians.

Bi Xuan felt as if his internal organs were burning. The Fiery Yang True Qi that he had painstakingly cultivated throughout his life was now rebelling within his body, going against him and devouring him!
"puff--!"

In just a few moves, Bi Xuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from within the mist. The blood evaporated into a crimson mist in mid-air as soon as it left his body.

His imposing body swayed violently, staggering backward, each step causing the water to splatter. His face turned from crimson to a scabbard-like color, and his eyes were filled with an incredulous, ashen look.

Lost!

Despite making great progress in the Temple of War, they were defeated so quickly and so thoroughly!

His extraordinary skill of blazing sun, which enabled him to dominate the world, seemed utterly ineffective in the face of the opponent's near-perfect yang essence.

"This is this"

As he breathed heavily and growled, Zhou Yi's figure slowly emerged from the mist, his golden light subdued.

Looking down at the weakened Bi Xuan, his voice was calm yet carried supreme authority:

"This is the ultimate Yang you've been seeking."

"But your Fiery Sun Technique is unlikely to reach that level."

Bi Xuanhu's body trembled, his martial will continued to decline, and he experienced the pain that Qu Ao had felt when he was attacked. The white figure in front of him magnified infinitely, towering and ethereal, and insurmountable.

"Your freezing of the Yong'an Canal is clearly an act of Yin energy; how could it possibly activate the ultimate Yang?!"

Zhou Yi said lightly, "All laws share the same origin, and yin and yang rotate."

"what--!"

Suddenly, the Martial Venerable roared to the sky, and a muffled thunderclap sounded from beneath the thick clouds, as if in response.

His falling martial will suddenly surged.

Even surpassing his previous peak.

Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei cried out in grief from afar, knowing that their master was surely dead.

He ignited his own spirit with the Fiery Sun Technique, using the Three Treasures as fuel, scorching others and burning himself, entering the purgatory together!
A violent heatwave swept across the heavens and earth. Bi Xuan threw a punch, causing the Wei River to ripple for several feet. The exaggerated scorching heat caused the surrounding area to enter a world of white mist.

However, as Zhou Yi pushed with his palm, all the white mist evaporated a second time in an instant and disappeared, causing the space to twist violently.

Bi Xuan gritted his teeth. He used his three treasures to ignite his own power, but he still couldn't expand his Fiery Sun Domain. The gap between him and the Supreme Yang Limitless Realm was simply too great.

The area was continuously compressed, and was eventually forced into Zhou Yi's body by his supreme Yang power.

Then, all his true energy surged into his heart meridian!
He stared intently at Zhou Yi, feeling the intense yang energy entering his body.

He finally truly felt the power he had been searching for.

"Wow, the Supreme Yang Limitless Technique is truly amazing."

Bi Xuan's expression turned frenzied as he absorbed this power into his heart and carefully experienced it.

Fantasizing about possessing this power and reaching this desired state.

"Boom~!"

In the next instant, the Martial Venerable's martial will and the Three Treasures exploded!

Everyone heard a loud bang, and saw Bi Xuan's tall body engulfed in flames, with blood gushing from his chest turning into a rain of fire that flew in all directions.

Some evaporated in the air, while others fell into the Wei River with a hissing sound.

The scene horrified everyone.

"Bang~!"

The Martial Venerable slammed into the water, and with the release of his madness, he flowed downstream along the Wei River.

The undefeated myth of the grasslands comes to an end today.
Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei ignored the Turkic army and rushed downstream to retrieve the body of the Martial Venerable.

Zhou Yi didn't give it another glance, then turned and walked away on the waves.

Cheers erupted on the south bank, and drums thundered, while those in the Turkic camp on the north bank paled in comparison.

Jieli was filled with disbelief.

No one understands how powerful a Martial Venerable is better than him.

He himself was a martial arts master, but in front of the Martial Venerable, he was like a child.

The Martial Venerable's crushing defeat this time is truly beyond comprehension.

How strong must that person be?!

Jieli took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Yi who was walking towards him, and shouted loudly, "Form ranks!"

The grassland army roared in unison, forming formations of spears, halberds, and arrows.

Any martial arts master would hesitate to approach upon seeing such a solemn and imposing military formation.

But
Liu Wuzhou, Liang Shidu, Tiele King Aye Ruode, and others felt their hearts pounding. They were both angry and apprehensive. Every small step Zhou Yi took felt like a heavy blow to their hearts.

It didn't stop!

This nightmarish creature is still approaching!

Tuli's eyes also turned blood red, his face filled with rage.

The dignity of the entire steppe Khanate is being trampled upon.

He gritted his teeth, when he heard Khagan Jieli shout from the side, "Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, halt!"

Seeing that Zhou Yi seemed not to hear, Jieli's face suddenly darkened:

“If we go to war, there will inevitably be rivers of blood. It would be better to form an alliance of non-aggression. Even though the walls of Chang’an have a breach this time, I am willing to withdraw my troops immediately to give face to the new ruler of the Central Plains.”

Zhou Yi looked at the central army: "You still want to withdraw your troops? Leave your heads behind first."

"Arrogant!!"

Jieli glared and roared, blowing a golden horn.

That was a signal used when they went south to herd horses and capture people.

Upon hearing this, the fiercest cavalryman in the army immediately erupted in deafening laughter and curses, as if driving a flock of sheep, all in Turkic language.

The countless Golden Wolf Riders also felt humiliated. Upon receiving the Khan's order, they all drew their scimitars and charged towards the arrogant figure!

As the Golden Wolf Riders charged, Zhou Yi took a step forward, moving as if riding the wind, his figure blurring.

The next moment, he appeared on the front lines like a ghost!
Before the Turkic vanguard could react, swords flashed.

That was no longer a sword technique from the mortal realm.

The sword light was like a startled swan or a dragon soaring through the night, or like lightning suddenly tearing through the dark clouds.

Wherever the sword energy passed, men and horses fell, and blood rained down.

Alone with his sword, he charged into the ranks of 300,000 soldiers like a force against the current!
Wherever his figure passed, waves of blood surged forth. No one could withstand a single blow. He forcefully cleaved a horrific gap in the impenetrable army formation.

Instead of being afraid, Khagan Jieli and the leaders of the surrounding tribes were delighted; their opportunity had arrived!

Tuli's pupils contracted, and he shouted sharply, "Kill him! Surround him and kill him!"

More wolf riders surged forward like a tide, and the elite forces of Liang Shidu, Liang State, and Western Qin were all mobilized.

Swords and spears were like a forest, and arrows were like locusts!

However, they were always blasted away by the invisible wall of energy or shredded by the unpredictable sword light before they could even touch the white figure in the army formation.

Zhou Yi fought with increasing speed, and at one point his figure almost transformed into a spinning white light, his sword energy soaring into the sky.

Just as Xu Xingzhi and the others were about to give the order to charge forward.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the weather changed drastically!

Dark clouds surged violently, and deep thunder roared across the sky, as if a giant dragon were awakening behind the clouds.

After killing a whole group of people, Zhou Yi stood in the center of thousands of enemy soldiers.

Under the storm clouds, he mobilized terrifying natural forces.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and all the sounds of fighting and shouting faded into the distance.

An inexplicable sense of oppression came from all directions, and the hair on his body stood on end for no reason. Lightning flashed across the sky, and as Jieli Khan looked at the clouds that had split open, he had a feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

A strange sense of dread washed over me.

At that moment, he saw the gap in the clouds connect with the white figure holding up the sky with one hand.

Heaven and humanity are in perfect harmony.

Just as everyone was feeling extremely suffocated, a loud noise made their internal organs tremble.

"Boom——!"

A gigantic purple lightning bolt suddenly shot out from the sky, tearing through the thick canopy before everyone's unimaginable eyes. It then crashed down fiercely from Zhou Yi's palm!

The heavenly might transformed into destructive lightning, crashing fiercely into the densest part of the Turkic army formation!

The deafening roar swallowed up all other sounds.

The blinding lightning caused countless people to go blind instantly.

The earth seemed to tremble violently, and mud, severed limbs, broken blades, and the bodies of warhorses were thrown into the air by the violent shockwaves.

Centered on the point of impact, a ring of charred shockwaves suddenly spread out, turning entire groups of elite Turkic cavalry, men and horses alike, into charred remains, or tearing them to shreds by the terrifying impact.

After the lightning flashed, a huge crater was left behind, with wisps of smoke rising and a pungent, burnt smell emanating from it.

A moment of deathly silence.

The surviving Turkic warriors stood frozen in place, their faces filled with endless fear and horror, staring at the white-clad figure still standing proudly near the scorched pit, as if they were looking at a god or demon descended to earth.

Startled, the magnificent warhorse beneath him collapsed in terror. He himself seemed to have forgotten his mastery of martial arts, and was thrown from his horse, his golden crown askew, looking utterly disheveled.

Just then, the power of heaven and earth surged once again.

The electric snakes rolling in the clouds were continuously drawn down, and the crackling chains of lightning strung together the well-equipped Golden Wolf Army, the Liang Kingdom's elite troops, and the Western Chu Iron Cavalry.

Large numbers of soldiers fell, their bodies steaming.

The roaring sound exploded in our ears, and the world lost its color.

The army that had been charging towards Zhou Yi now seemed to have gone mad, running around and trampling wildly without any order.

But the thunder and lightning did not end there. As Zhou Yi was there, lightning flashed and bolts of thunder struck down from the dark clouds.

At this moment, the laws of the grassland people's beliefs are irrelevant.

All the consensus in the martial arts world is shattered!
"Ah~!!!"

The sounds of panic outweighed the screams. Some people thought Thor had descended to earth, and in their dazed state, they muttered things like "Grandpa Thor, have mercy!" and knelt down on the spot, showing no will to resist.

On the south bank of the Wei River, the generals and heroes who were about to rush forward were all dumbfounded, mouths agape.

Li Jing, Xu Shiji, and the others were all stunned.

King Yeongryo of Goryeo County was sweating profusely as he watched the 300,000-strong army darting about amidst the lightning, imagining himself almost joining them.

He didn't even want the title of 'King Rongliu' anymore.

In the army on the north bank, Khagan Jieli was stiff all over when he suddenly saw the man in white slowly turn around, his gaze like a cold sword blade, locking onto him.

Zhou Yi took a step forward, almost shrinking the distance to an inch, and instantly arrived in front of Jieli.

"Spare me!"

The proud Khan Jieli lowered his head, and in endless fear and regret, he gave up resisting and chose to beg for mercy.

However, a sword light as dazzling as the thunderbolt from the sky had already swept past.

The world spun around in the eyes of Khagan Jieli!
The last thing he saw was his headless body slowly falling, and the golden wolf banner that stood beside him, a symbol of the glory of the Turkic Khaganate, snapping in two and collapsing with a crash.
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(End of this chapter)