My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 128 A Single Slash Cuts Down Rivers and Seas

Master!

Even though they only made eye contact for a moment, he knew that the purple-robed youth was definitely the strongest person he had ever seen in his life!
Because that gaze seemed to contain endless raging fire and a blood-red blade aura powerful enough to tear the sky apart!
Flames engulf his body, blade energy slays gods!
A surge of electricity shot from his spine to his scalp and exploded, causing him to breathe rapidly.

"Brother Wu, what's wrong?"

The refined-looking middle-aged man next to him noticed something was wrong and quickly asked him with concern.

This martial arts master is the head of the guards I hired at a high price; he's a dignified fifth-rank martial artist!
If something happens to him, this trade route will be much more difficult to navigate. In these times, the world is in constant turmoil, and bandits and thieves are everywhere. Without strong protection, one really doesn't dare to travel across prefectures and counties for trade, otherwise, one might be robbed or killed on the road at any time.

He called out twice, but Brother Wu seemed to be stunned and did not respond at all. It wasn't until he tried to pat him on the shoulder that the latter suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat.

"Brother Wu, what happened to you just now? You seemed to be having a nightmare?" The refined middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wu had recovered and asked.

Brother Wu gasped for breath, no longer daring to look directly at the purple-robed youth on the riverbank. He whispered fearfully, "There's a powerful expert over there, incredibly powerful! Even stronger than the third-grade grandmaster I've ever met! Don't stare at him, lest you incur his displeasure."

The refined middle-aged man was shocked. Stronger than a third-grade grandmaster?!

Second grade?

Or is it a first-class item?
Heeding the advice, he glanced at the riverbank and saw a young man standing on horseback before quickly looking away.

"Is it the one in the purple robe?" he asked in a low voice.

"it's him!"

In his panic, Brother Wu simply turned around and faced away from the south bank of the river where the purple-robed youth was.

dong dong! !
Suddenly, another burst of hoofbeats rang out, this time from the direction he was facing, on the north bank of the Dalong River, where a tall, magnificent steed galloped towards him.

"Neigh~ Neigh~"

The dragon horse neighed and stopped on the riverbank. A handsome young man with a sword at his waist stood on the horse.

Brother Wu's mind jolted, as he felt a chilling, murderous intent, like a celestial blade, rush towards him, making his body go limp. "Another expert!"

Seeing that he almost fell, the refined middle-aged man quickly steadied his shoulder, "Brother Wu, what's wrong...?"

Brother Wu barely managed to stand, not daring to even lift his head, and said nervously, "A strong person! Extremely strong!"

A refined middle-aged man in a daze, yet another strong man?
He quickly glanced at the north bank of the river and saw a young man with a sword at his side. Apart from his handsome appearance, dashing demeanor, and the valuable dragon horse he rode, there was nothing particularly remarkable about him.

Brother Wu said with a mixture of fear and surprise, "How come we've encountered two such powerful martial artists today? And that young man riding the dragon horse seems somewhat familiar... Wait, that's Huang Tian!"

He finally remembered that he had once seen a portrait of Huang Tian, ​​which looked extremely similar to this young man. Combined with the other party's strength, the answer became obvious.

"Huang Tian? Huang Tian, ​​who was stationed in Funing and defeated and killed the Yin Saint Son of the Demonic Sect?!" The refined middle-aged man asked in surprise.

“It’s him!” Brother Wu nodded, then asked with a puzzled look, “I wonder why he came here? Is he going to cross the river?”

"Humph!"

Just as they were wondering, a cold snort exploded in their ears, making them dizzy.

"Not a demonic sect, but a holy sect."

A cold voice rang out, clearly audible to everyone on the ship. The two men looked at each other in horror, realizing that the purple-robed youth must be a member of the Demonic Sect, and that his words had been overheard by him!

Just as the two were trembling with fear, Xiahou Yang ignored them and instead turned his gaze to the valiant young man on the other side of the river. His eyes grew colder as he spoke: "Huang Tian?"

Across a wide river, Huang Tian smiled and nodded, "It's me."

"So it was you who killed my good-for-nothing brother?"

"He deserves to die."

"Then you deserve to die!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear, resounding clang of a blade echoed through the heavens and earth, even drowning out the roar of the raging dragon river.

A blade of energy, hundreds of feet long and blazing like a meteor from outer space, cleaved through the surging river and stretched across the north bank!

"Zheng!"

The gleaming longsword was drawn from its sheath. In the instant it was drawn, a solidified white-gold blade of light appeared in the void. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a magnificent celestial blade hundreds of feet long. The celestial blade was frosty white, carrying the force of rolling wind and thunder, and collided with the dark red blade light.

In an instant, the dark red and frosty white light illuminated the heavens and the earth, as if two small suns were rising on the river, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

"Boom!"

Like a god striking a drum with thunder, shaking the earth, the enormous sound accompanied by terrifying shockwaves spread wildly outwards in concentric circles.

"Bang!!!"

It was as if a meteorite had crashed into the great river, causing the surging river to surge with huge waves. The turbid river water, carrying countless silt and gravel, rose into the sky, resembling a huge water curtain that connected the heavens and the earth!

After soaring into the sky, the water curtain collapsed, turning into a vast expanse of white foam that poured down, as if the sky had been torn open and countless waves of water were pouring down from above!

"They've gone mad, they've gone mad..."

On the deck, the refined middle-aged man and Brother Wu were both stunned.

Even though the battle between Huang Tian and the other man was quite far away, the massive aftershocks still created a high, murky wall of water, filled with countless fish, shrimp, and riverbed silt, like a moving curtain, crashing down on the large ship they were on!
"Hold on tight to what's on the ship, or you'll be thrown out!" A boatman on deck shouted when he saw the two still standing there in a daze.

"Oh!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a towering wall of water slammed solidly into the left front of the ship, causing the massive cargo ship to shudder violently, with waves carrying fish and shrimp splashing onto the deck.

Everyone staggered and fell to the ground. Some lost their grip on something and were thrown against the ship's side, leaving them dazed.

"Turn around! Use the current to turn around, don't go any further!" another boatman shouted.

If it can be affected from this far away, if it gets any closer, the ship might be torn apart by the blade's energy or completely capsized by the waves.

As soon as he finished speaking, the boatmen quickly got to work, slowly turning the boat around and stopping it from moving forward.

And at this time...

"Boom!"

On the surging, dragon-like river, two figures clashed at a speed beyond human vision, leaving behind afterimages in mid-air.

The crimson light clashed with the platinum blade light, like two celestial dragons chasing and fighting. Each time their claws clashed, they unleashed destructive power, plunging fiercely into the river below.

Hundreds or even thousands of deep cuts appeared on the surface of the water, as if the entire river had been cleaved in two, and countless wads of water were stirred up and crashed together before exploding with a deafening roar! It was as if countless giant bombs were detonating simultaneously underwater!

Hundreds of giant waves rose up in response!

Some of them rise abruptly like city walls, reaching heights of tens of feet, with turbid water walls advancing in all directions with an overwhelming force that can crush everything.

Some of them emerge from the riverbed like mountain peaks, their summits exploding into countless silvery-white water arrows, enveloping this section of the river in a silvery-white mist and deafening roar!

The two fought and flew, leaping and soaring across the river, creating towering waves and resounding booms wherever they went.

From a distance, they truly resemble two monstrous dragons churning the seas!

"Whoo~"

On the deck, watching Huang Tian and Xiahou Yang gradually disappear into the distance along the river, the refined middle-aged man slumped down, feeling a lingering sense of unease, and said, "We survived, we survived! I thought we would drown in the river today, or be torn apart by the blade's energy..."

Brother Wu also showed relief at surviving the ordeal. He braced his hands on the wet deck, leaned back, and said weakly, "From now on, I will never get close to watch strong people fight again. It's too terrifying. One careless move and you'll be dead!"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time, though they didn't know what they were laughing at.

He laughed so hard he coughed incessantly. After a while, he recovered and exclaimed, "Only today do I realize that human power can indeed change the world!"

Brother Wu gazed at Huang Tian and Xiahou Yang as they receded into the distance and disappeared into the horizon, his eyes filled with longing. "If I could cultivate my martial arts to their level, my life would be worthwhile..."

……

……

On the banks of the Nulong River, in a riverside village, a sacrificial ceremony is being held.

About a hundred dark-skinned, shirtless men came to the riverbank, some standing, some squatting on the rocks. An old man dressed in cloth and holding a cane looked around and said:

"Are all the boys here? If any are missing, go and call them over. Worshipping the Dragon God is no joke. If anyone doesn't come, don't blame me for taking this cane to their house and beating them out!"

Upon hearing this, someone chuckled and replied, "Third Uncle, everyone's here now, you'd better put your crutch away."

The third uncle glared at the man who had heard the sound, but the man remained calm and cheerfully scratched his messy hair.

"Humph!"

With a disgruntled snort, the third uncle, too lazy to scold him, slowly walked to the riverbank, squatted down, and shakily reached out to scoop up river water, gently washing his hands and face.

Then he stood up and walked to a raft placed on the beach.

On the old raft, in the very center, sat a live pig's head with its eyes closed and ears drooping. Next to the pig's head, tied with a red rope, was a live rooster with a bright red comb. It seemed somewhat uneasy, scratching at the raft with its claws and occasionally making a low "clucking" sound.

Around the pig's head and the rooster, several fresh fish about a foot long were neatly arranged. Their mouths were opening and closing, and their tails were still thrashing about on the raft, indicating that they had just been caught.

"Go and get the incense."

The third uncle said something to the back, and immediately a man came over carrying three lit incense sticks.

After receiving the incense, the third uncle bowed three times devoutly towards the surging river, and then stuck it into the soft soil.

"The incense is finished, let's start burning the paper money."

"it is good."

The rough yellow straw paper was distributed to everyone, and they all stepped forward, squatted down by the river to burn it. Before long, a pile of ashes accumulated on the riverbank.

After the paper was burned, the third uncle took a bowl from a young man; the bowl contained murky rice wine.

He poured the wine from the bowl into the river little by little, and when it was almost finished, he put the bowl on the ground, faced the river, bent his knees, and knelt down shakily.

Behind him, a dark mass of men, young and old, all knelt on the ground, heads bowed.

Third Uncle kowtowed three times, then said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa Dragon God, the offerings are ready. Please accept them. We beg you to protect our ship from wind and rain, and that we may return fully loaded every time..."

After speaking for a while, he slowly stood up, gently brushed the dirt off his knees, and then nodded to a young man. The man understood, picked up a long pole, and pushed the raft carrying the offerings towards the center of the river.

The raft left the shore and drifted slowly towards the center of the river with the current. The rooster seemed to feel a little uneasy, scratching restlessly on the raft and crowing louder.

When the raft drifted to a deeper part of the river, a huge shadow suddenly appeared beneath the surface.

With a loud crash, the entire raft was violently pulled underwater by a tremendous force and disappeared instantly. Broken wood chips and some sacrificial remains mingled in the churning, turbid waves, making a few bubbles before vanishing without a trace.

"That's... Grandpa Dragon God?!"

The men on the shore all gasped in surprise. Just a moment ago, they had seen a huge black shadow burst out of the water, capsize the raft, and then suddenly dive back into the river.

Its body was over ten zhang long, covered in gleaming scales. The waves stirred up by its enormous body, which was only briefly visible, crashed violently against both banks, creating turbid splashes.

"Do dragon gods really exist in this world?" a young man asked in astonishment.

"I've never seen it before; this is my first time seeing it too."

"Nothing happened when I worshipped the Dragon God before, but I saw it today... the Dragon God?"

"Could it be that our sincerity moved the gods, which is why the dragon god is able to enjoy the offerings we made?"

"Third Uncle, don't just stand there! Was that Grandpa Dragon God just now?"

The third uncle, who was called out, snapped out of his daze. He had participated in the sacrificial ceremony twice a year since he was a child, and had served as the chief officiant more than 20 times. This was truly the first time he had ever seen a "Dragon God"!
So he didn't know whether that thing was a real dragon god or a giant monster in the water.

Just as he hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, a series of explosions suddenly came from the river surface upstream!

The sound was not thunder, but more like the booming sound of metal striking the air, one after another, coming rapidly from afar.

The third uncle and all the men on the shore were startled by the sudden sound and turned their heads sharply to look into the distance.

But then I saw the long river flowing, as if it came down from the sky.

The turbid yellow river water, carrying countless silt and sand, roared and rushed from west to east. Amidst the misty water vapor, two figures clashed and fought high in the sky!

The aftershocks of their battle fell into the river, causing the water to suddenly sink and form a terrifying crater nearly a hundred feet in diameter. The surrounding river water surged upwards, turning into towering water curtains. When the water curtains lost their momentum, they turned into countless splashes of water that poured down like a torrential rain!

"An immortal?! An immortal?!"

On the shore, more than a hundred fishermen were completely bewildered.

　Thank you to "Laughing at Mount Fuji for Ten Years" and "Van Gogh with Sharp Eyes" for their 100 Qidian coins donations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)