Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 218 The poor peasant boy's dog is far more valuable than the life of the Northern Liang prince.

The two were taken aback, only to see a ferocious, flaming dragon emerge from the thick, dark clouds.

The Fiery Dragon roared, its ferocious aura filled with a maddening despair that caused Xu Fengnian to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Jian Jiuhuang's aura surged, and another sword flew out of the sword box, stirring up four streams of sword energy that drifted erratically, like four clouds, spreading around at will to isolate the fierce and overwhelming aura.

"Your real name should be Huang Zhentu. You were originally from the fallen Western Shu Kingdom. You were an unknown swordsmith who spent thirty years forging swords and comprehended the way of the sword on your own. Later, you became a disciple of the sword-eating patriarch Sui Xiegu."

“You also have a senior brother who is known as the Sword Emperor of Western Shu. Back then, when the Xu family's iron cavalry attacked Western Shu, the Sword Emperor of Western Shu single-handedly resisted the Xu family's iron cavalry with his sword, killing six hundred enemies before losing his own.”

The boy in the gray linen shirt seemed quite puzzled and said:

"You clearly went to Beiliang to seek revenge on Xu Xiao, so how did you become a loyal old servant to the Xu family?"

"The world is a place where unity will eventually lead to division, and division will eventually lead to unity. It's just a matter of each serving its own master. Now that Western Shu has been destroyed, we should look forward," Jian Jiuhuang said solemnly.

"Oh, really?" Zhuang Buran chuckled.

"You seem to have a very open-minded view. Others try to turn hostility into friendship, but you're willing to serve your enemy like a slave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames in the sky let out another dragon's roar, and the raging fire, as vast as the sea, swept across the land.

Another sword emerged from the sword box, slashing out with the force of wind and snow. A sword aura as cold as ice was instantly swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

Jian Jiuhuang's aura was condensed, and six swords circled around his body, releasing six streams of sword energy. Each stream was imbued with the sword intent of the six cycles of life and death, forcefully splitting the sea of ​​fire that was about to engulf him in two.

The fire, which had split in two, suddenly transformed into two brilliant sword lights, and a scream and a muffled groan rang out at the same time.

But then they saw that Xu Fengnian and Jian Jiuhuang's right arms were actually melted by the molten sword intent, and the severed arms emitted the aroma of roasted meat.

"You've already unleashed six sword strikes, and I've only returned two. Why do you all look so complicated and resentful?"

The boy in the gray linen shirt looked increasingly puzzled.
"I just wanted to avenge my dog, why are you all acting like the victim?"

"Kid, do you know who you've messed with?"

Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth and said:
"As long as I die, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, Xu Xiao will still find you."

"At that time, not only will you die, but your entire family will be exterminated, and the hometown that gave you birth and raised you will be filled with the blades of Beiliang!"

Zhuang Buyan raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Hehe, if what you said makes any sense, it's not completely unreasonable and just makes me laugh."

His gaze fell on Jian Jiuhuang:
"I'll give you three more chances to strike. If I'm satisfied, I'll send you to your deaths."

"Who exactly are you?" Jian Jiuhuang, enduring the pain of his severed arm, asked in utter bewilderment:
"Someone like you is definitely not an unknown nobody, or are you an assassin secretly trained by the Zhao family of Liyang?"

"Enough with all this nonsense. I just want justice for my dog."

A glint of fire appeared in Zhuang Buran's eyes, and the flames on the blazing dragon intensified, spewing out a raging torrent of flames.

Jian Jiuhuang's aura surged, and he drew his sword in the shape of the Seven Stars. Seven sword energies soared into the sky, like the Seven Stars in a row, seemingly a great sword force capable of knocking down the stars in the sky. Almost instantly, they were submerged in the raging waves of flames.

In an instant, a mournful melody filled the arena, which was actually the sound of eight longswords unleashing their fierce sword energy.

"Kenpachi, his final song, 'Eight Immortals Kneel,'" the gray-robed, linen-clad youth smirked.
"The mere Pointing-to-Mystery Sword is nothing to speak of."

As the raging flames collided with the perfectly integrated sword energy, the resulting white mist and heat waves reduced the surrounding grassland within a hundred-foot radius to ashes. "Cough cough cough"

Jian Jiuhuang stood with his one arm supporting his sword, coughing up blood with a heart-wrenching sound.

Xu Fengnian asked with a heavy heart:
"Old Huang, are you alright?"

"What a loyal old dog! Even while taking that blow, you didn't forget to protect the spoiled young master behind you. It's a pity that you have a flawed mindset and can't unleash your full strength. Now you're exhausted and have no power to resist."

Zhuang Buran smiled slightly:
"Seeing your posture reminds me of some things from the past. My Wangcai, the yellow dog you eat, was once so loyal to its master. So I might as well spare your life today."

Suddenly, Xu Fengnian felt his body rise uncontrollably into the air.

“Xu Fengnian, your father joined the army at the age of ten and killed people. He went from killing the Xiongnu in Jinzhou in the Northeast to destroying six large and small kingdoms and massacring more than seventy cities in the South, and then to suppressing sixteen barbarian tribes in the Southwest. He was the King of Beiliang with 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry under his command, and was also known as the Butcher who could stop children from crying at night.”

"Your mother is the Sword Crown of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, one of the three forbidden places in the world."

"You have an uncle, who is the famous Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a. You also have Qi Lianhua, the Thirteen Sword Masters of Spring and Autumn, who is your maternal grandfather. You also have Wu Jian, the current head of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, who is your great-grandfather."

"There is also a younger brother who is born with the Vajra Realm, and your eldest sister, Xu Zhihu, who has been infatuated with a false Taoist on Wudang Mountain for eight hundred years."

"Your second sister, Xu Weixiong, is the top deputy judge on the Rouge Ranking. She is a renowned talented woman, skilled in swordsmanship and strategy."

"Not only will you enjoy wealth and honor in this life, but you will also have many past lives, such as the previous sect leader of the Guanyin Sect, the nameless Taoist who was born in response to the times, or the Qin Emperor who swept across the eight wastelands and established the Great Qin, or even the so-called True Martial Emperor."

Zhuang Buran's mind stirred slightly, and the blazing dragon approached Xu Fengnian. The burning sensation on his body caused him to let out a wail and scream.

"Since you dare to eat my dog, you shouldn't be so useless. You could summon your many past lives so as not to disappoint me like this."

After listening with immense anguish, Xu Fengnian realized that the gray-clad, hemp-robed youth understood him better than he understood himself. However, he dismissed much of it as nonsensical ramblings and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"You madman! If I were truly the True Martial Emperor, I would tear you apart, slice you into a thousand pieces, and make you wish you were never born!"

"what!"

Before he could finish speaking, he let out a shrill scream, and his only remaining arm began to melt away at a visible speed.

"I'm afraid the Northern Liang royal family all think that you are just pretending to be a good-for-nothing playboy, but in reality you are full of wisdom and good strategies, and even you yourself think so."

The boy in the gray linen shirt sneered:

"However, if you keep up a straw bag for too long, you'll really become one. Just like you now, besides spouting tough talk, what else can you do?"

The flames of the giant dragon grew increasingly intense, and Xu Fengnian's screams became more and more shrill. His legs were melting into blood, which then evaporated into mist with each breath.

"As expected, he's a good-for-nothing, all he does is make noise."

Zhuang Buran's face was indifferent. A hideous head crashed to the ground, and another beam of light struck Jian Jiuhuang, who was kneeling with his sword and looking desperate.

After a while, he realized that he was still alive, and his body was burning hot.

“Old Huang, I’ll give you a chance. I want to see the mad butcher and see if he will disregard the Northern Mang army and lead 300,000 Northern Liang cavalry to avenge you.”

"By the way, please pass on this message: the dog of a poor peasant is worth far more than the life of the prince of Beiliang."

(End of this chapter)