Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Qing Haichao held a whip in one hand and raised the other, a bead slowly rising from his palm, from which crystal-clear and enormous water essence flowed into the heavens and earth.

Above the pavilion, a deep ocean appeared.

It was not an illusion, nor a mirage; it was a real, vast ocean.

At the same time, the Rain Whale Vein let out a deep roar, and its long whip transformed into a fish-dragon, swimming into the vast ocean above.

Then, the fish-dragon rushed down to the lower realm and crashed into the old dog.

As the vast array of fish and dragons was generated, a fanatical light appeared in the eyes of the usually calm and collected Qing Haichao.

"With your sword, I have attained enlightenment. How fortunate!"

"Uh~"

Although the bone knife swiftly blocked his chest, it could not sever the continuous power of the fish-dragon.

The dragon head smashed through the old dog's body, entering from the front and exiting from the back, leaving a fist-sized bloody hole in his chest and back.

The old dog howled in pain, but did not retreat. Instead, its killing intent intensified, and its sword intent became even more ferocious.

Suddenly, a huge dog-like shadow rose into the air, obscuring the setting sun and the raging waves, turning the world into night.

"Tengu swallows the moon!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Then, the howling of wild dogs echoed across the mountains and fields.

Just as everyone was lost in thought, Qing Haichao, who had comprehended the changes of water, closed his eyes.

The Rain Whale Vein transforms from one to two, from two to three, and from three to millions.

Countless dragon veins transformed into guardian fish-dragons, extending outwards from the center of the ocean tide, forming an endless expanse of water.

The knife is here.

The knife broke.

The swords were sheathed, the clouds dispersed, the rain ceased, the waves receded, and the sky once again revealed its light.

The Rain Whale Vein bound the old dog tightly, and the mysterious swordsman finally lowered his head, looking at the broken bone knife at his feet.

Little Peach pounced at his feet, "Awoo~ Awoo~"

"Here's the Golden Lion Coin, Little Peach, let's go."

Qing Haichao looked at Luo Hou outside the crowd, and Luo Hou nodded slightly.

With the release of the Rain Whale's pulse, the old dog bent down, picked up the broken knife from the ground, and walked towards the woods, with Little Peach following behind him.

The man and the dog disappeared quickly.

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Chapter 215 The Martial Lord's stance is, of course, only the Martial Lord's stance.

When Qinghai Chao defeated Lao Gou, Huang Quan and Dian Bu Luan fought to a climax.

The green hills remain, but the setting sun is like blood.

The Yellow Spring Silver Spear was ablaze with fire, and its intense fighting spirit caused its entire body to glow with a faint red light.

That was the radiance emitted by the highest level of the "Bright Fire Zhu Yi - Four Gods Worshiping Together" cultivation. This incantation borrows the wonders of water, fire, earth, and wind, and can condense water into ice peaks, uproot soil into earth dragons, burn extreme flames for thousands of miles, and rage and cleave the nine provinces.

When one reaches the pinnacle of cultivation, magic and weaponry become one. When one makes a move, it will additionally imprison the enemy with ice and burn with fire, while granting the user earth defense and wind acceleration.

In addition, the "Military Scripture" also greatly enhances Huang Quan's strength. Huang Quan, who was once evenly matched with Wen Tian Di, would now be evenly matched with Wen Tian Di if Wen Tian Di were still alive.

Seventh of the Underworld.

As Luo Hou predicted, after a long battle, Huang Quan's momentum was unstoppable, while Dian Bu Luan gradually descended into madness, slashing and hacking with his moon blade, his true energy gradually dissipating.

"How hateful! Ugly Wu ox panting at the moon!"

The sound of knives rang out, followed by the shadow of guns.

Killing intent descends upon the dust, and all things succumb to the flames.

The sword is the commander of all weapons, and the spear is the king of all weapons; one is long and the other is short, both are heavy weapons.

The silver spear was about thirteen feet long, bright and dazzling, with a sharp blade on one side of the tip and a crescent shape on the other.

The crescent-shaped blade is one and a half feet wide, with a deep blue body and a golden edge, also curved like a crescent moon.

Huang Quan leaped into the clouds, smashing his spear against the moon blade, creating a sharp whistling sound as a flame shot out from the spear tip, threatening to ignite the sky.

This move can destroy mountains and split peaks, and can open up mountains and overturn seas.

Dian Buluan is the second prince of the Golden Lion Empire and the younger brother of Bu Wu Donghuang. Although his martial arts talent is not as outstanding as his brother's, he is deeply loved by his father, who feeds him countless elixirs and medicines, building his foundation to a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

With various top-tier martial arts manuals available for him to practice, he should have been able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Unfortunately, even today, his spiritual realm remains incomplete, and he is trapped by his inner demons.

Seeing that his moves were ineffective, and the spear came crashing down, Dian Buluan raised his sword and slashed diagonally upwards.

The blade's shadow flew like a long white ribbon, piercing the azure sky.

The two immense forces clashed in mid-air, clanging and clanging, creating a series of metallic sounds.

Huang Quanren, suspended in mid-air, did not descend. Using the recoil from the silver spear, he once again soared into the clouds.

"Fire Dragon Sky Drive!"

Guns are drawn, fires ignite, and winds blow.

Man and gun merged into one, transforming into a crimson dragon that descended from the sky, leaving behind dazzling sparks in the air and even causing some dry objects outside the pavilion to spontaneously combust.

The Fiery Spear finally forced Madman to retreat, turning the offensive weapon into a defensive one.

Once they retreat, there is no chance to reverse the disadvantage.

The Yellow Springs' offensive was like a tidal wave, their spears carrying gusts of wind and fiery shadows, forcing Madman to retreat again and again.

Finally with nowhere left to retreat, Madman endured a bullet piercing his body, raised his knife, and roared, "Die!"

The dire situation only fueled his ferocious, manic nature.

Just as Huang Quan's spear pierced his abdomen and was not yet withdrawn, Dian Bu Luan lunged forward, letting the spear pierce through his body. He grabbed the silver spear with one hand and raised his knife with the other to slash at Huang Quan's head.

This is a fight to the death.

A chorus of exclamations erupted outside the pavilion:

"Danger in the Yellow Springs!"

"As expected of Zhong Kuang, a fighting style that doesn't even care about his life."

"Unfortunately, both of them are going to die."

"Hehehe, die, die, both of you die together."

Just then, Huang Quan withdrew his gun and flew backwards into the air.

He then formed a hand seal with both hands, and a mountain peak rose from the ground, ascending higher and higher along with his figure.

The blade's energy cleaved the mountain peaks.

Dust and sand suddenly billowed up, obscuring the sky and blocking out all vision. Outside the pavilion, broken stones flew like flies, and chaotic clouds lingered in the sky.

The battle is over.

Huang Quan stood in the air where the remaining sand had not yet dissipated, letting the wind blow, his white clothes whiter than snow.

Luo Hou smiled to himself. He was sure that no one in the audience would forget this figure and this name. Meanwhile, the unfortunate Zhong Kuang was being impaled on the ground by the silver spear, forming a stark contrast with the handsome young man in the air.

Heroes always rise to fame by stepping on the blood of the defeated.

The losers, no matter how many dazzling achievements they had before, all vanished into thin air the moment they failed.

The world's attention is always focused on the victor.

With a flick of his sleeve, Luo Hou removed the four golden lion coins from the top of the iron rod.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains, the bright moon rose.

Huang Quan descended to the ground, retrieved his silver spear, and released the dying, eccentric man.

On a distant mountaintop, Xigong Diaoying murmured, "I must report back to the Grandmaster that the matter of Hen Qiangu requires careful consideration."

Qi Taizu sneered: "Heh, you've gathered all four Golden Lion coins. Doesn't the Grandmaster want to know what treasures the Golden Lion Empire holds?"

What could it be?

"The immortality he sought was found in it."

"If there were an elixir of immortality, why didn't you obtain it when you were the crown prince?"

"What I have never sought is immortality."

Xi Gong Diaoying said nothing more and hurried back to Yandu.

After a moment of contemplation, Emperor Qi returned to the Benyao Dingzun Society. Four golden lion coins appeared, and the Death Reaper's Curse was abandoned. The remaining enemies of Biming and Zhuiwang were now safe.

The infighting he orchestrated between the factions did not occur, and there was no bloodshed in the Central Plains martial arts world. In fact, Tiandu had already taken everything into its own hands without Luo Hou even making a move.

Like his younger brother's inner demons, after being defeated by the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Qi Taizu's state of mind never recovered.

Driven by fear, he founded the Seven Martial Arts Cultivators, the Burial Blade Society, and the Seven Luminaries Supreme Society to secretly gather information and eliminate threats.

Driven by fear, he continuously researched and refined the most advanced martial arts techniques, making them available for others to practice.

His sword of consciousness was realized by Yi Qixing, his eighth-grade divine power was realized by Bu Xiangchen, and his god-slaying move was also partially verified by himself.

But these things still couldn't give him confidence.

He even began to cover his face with gold clothing more and more often, only feeling safe when he was completely wrapped up.

"No, I must kill someone, a powerful one, so that I can reclaim the former Buwu Donghuang!"

At the same time, a graceful figure descended before Luo Hou.

"It is not that I consider the world small, but that I am talented; it is not that I have a broad understanding of the past and present, but that I am inspired by the times; it is not that I look down upon the nine provinces, but that I have a macro perspective; what crime is there in these three 'no's'? It is that I have no dreams of ultimate victory."

Luo Hou, who was about to lead Qing Haichao and the others to the Blood-Drifting Island, had no choice but to stop.