A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 165 A Thousand Miles of Subdued Dragons, No Passage Allowed

"What an infuriating tone. You're strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Mr. Skyscraper, and you have information about my battles. Is that all that makes you so confident?"

As he spoke, Fuchs's figure suddenly exploded, transforming into a large swarm of bats that scattered in all directions.

All the bats were originally only half the size of a palm, but during the process of scattering and flying, their bodies expanded and stretched at a dizzying speed.

The bat's head has become a shape somewhere between a crocodile's and a wolf's head. Its body is covered with scales, and its long tail has a black, arrow-shaped bony tip. It has four legs and a pair of huge fleshy wings on its back.

With a length exceeding eight meters from head to tail and a wingspan exceeding four meters, this monster is more like a Western sub-dragon fantasy creature than a bat.

Fuchs's ability system is based on vampires from the world of "Bram Stoker's Dracula".

Compared to powerful vampires in some worlds, or high-speed vampires derived from viruses, her vampire bloodline has more potential in the realm of mysticism. She can further explore her bloodline's potential by using magic to analyze various anomalies.

During her research into demon genes and the process of concocting medicines and pills, she gained the ability to mimic demons using blood magic through in-depth analysis of demon genes, thus elevating herself to the fourth level.

These dozens of fleshy-winged dragons that appeared in an instant fully materialized within a certain period of time. None of the ancient-style buildings in the city, whether ordinary residences or magnificent pavilions, could withstand the impact of any one of the dragons.

After they took off from the city wall, huge shadows were cast down, and the shadows moved rapidly across the wall. Their black, scaled bodies, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, swooped down from the air toward Guan Luoyang.

But Guan Luoyang's fiery pupils caught the trajectory of all the flesh-winged dragons with a flick of his wrists, and with a wave of his sleeves, he unleashed dozens of palm prints in the blink of an eye.

Each palm print was formed from the burning azure energy, trailing a fiery tail, and was launched at a speed far faster than these monsters.

Some hit head-on, some struck the chest and abdomen, and some were hit from the side at the waist.

Some of the flesh-winged dragons were separated from Guan Luoyang by other of their kind, but after those palm prints knocked down their kind, one or two of them were naturally also distributed to them, creating a continuous scene of being hit along the path from near to far.

The size of the azure palm print was negligible compared to the size of these monsters. However, the monster whose head was struck by the palm was completely engulfed by the flames from the explosion and disappeared. The fleshy winged dragon whose waist was struck by the palm was even split in two on the spot.

However, as these enormous monsters were blasted to pieces, even more bats scattered from their mangled bodies.

Fux was tall and shapely, but she was still within the realm of ordinary people. After transforming into a bat, she only had a few dozen. This time, however, the number of bats that transformed from the bodies of dozens of monsters was tens of thousands.

Mammals, enough to make anyone with trypophobia faint on the spot, gathered into a restless, swirling cloud that seemed to exude warmth, circling fiercely on this section of the city wall and converging towards Guanluoyang.

It is worth noting that these tiny bats were able to trigger Guan Luoyang's sense of crisis, a sense of urgency that was much stronger than that brought by the previous flesh-winged dragons.

This proves that there is something in these bat colonies, or at least in a part of them, that could threaten his life.

Beyond the dark clouds where bats had gathered, Ye Motian seized the opportunity to send Helian Yaohua away.

As the two of them swept from the city wall into the city, they caught a glimpse of a cloud of fire exploding behind them.

A surge of intense heat blasted a gap in the swarm of bats, and a bright, scorching figure, like a beam of light cleaving through the air, came hurtling in from the side.

Instead of carefully assessing and dealing with the threat lurking among the bats, Guan Luoyang simply chose an angle to attack.

This move left him completely exposed, as if he had removed all his defenses and was now vulnerable to Fuchs's fangs. However, in this charge, the one who would first face the threat of death was definitely Helian Yaohua.

Yamata had no choice but to block it.

As soon as they approached each other in mid-air, they exchanged twelve palm strikes in the blink of an eye.

From the moment the first palm strike was unleashed, it was already at full speed. In the subsequent intense collisions, it even subtly increased in speed, to the point that neither side could visually detect the trajectory of its growth.

Both Guan Luoyang and Ye Motian relied on intuition to bombard and resist.

In terms of palm techniques, during the clash of the twelve palms, the trajectories of the two palms collided without the slightest deviation or error, making it impossible to tell who was attacking and who was blocking.

However, Ye Motian, who was filled with anger and rage, had a few strands of hair hanging loosely at his hairline, which were all furious and agitated, but they were completely overwhelmed by those red-gold eyes that blended killing intent with purity.

They only managed to cover by one point, thus seizing that fleeting moment of opportunity.

Guan Luoyang's body suddenly rose into the air.

Ye Motian's palm passed through his afterimage and collided head-on with the several blood-red winged beams of light that were originally meant to shoot toward Guan Luoyang's back.

Guan Luoyang, higher up, turned his head to look back. His spiritual power drew in an invisible magnetic field and poured it into his pupils. His overflowing crimson-gold pupils shot out two molten red and blazing sword lights, as thin as hairpins, that stretched straight from his eyes into the swarm of bats.

The two beams pierced through different parts of the bodies of at least a hundred bats, but when they hit the last bat, it was as if it had struck some kind of extraordinary crystal gem.

With a crisp clang, the light condensed from the Blazing Fire Sword Qi was refracted into many beams on the bat's wings, scattering in other directions.

The bat's body shot backward, emitting a dark red halo, and transformed into the form of Fux.

She pulled at her cloak, and two charred holes were clearly visible in it.

Guan Luoyang lowered his eyelids, turned his head away, and then suddenly opened them again.

Not far behind Ye Motian, Helian Yaohua was emitting a hundred or so brocade threads.

The flying needles, guided by fine threads, leaped from her fingertips in different directions, sometimes colliding with each other, leaving behind a spark in mid-air that seemed like an illusion.

She was not some weak and helpless young lady, but rather a master who could gather her strength into steel and possessed all six senses. Because she was born with detached emotions, she had no interest in anything and could only find a little joy in the fervent emotions of others.

Unfortunately, it's too difficult to make someone ecstatic; it's much easier to make them terrified, fearful, or running wild.

Her childhood master taught her that every time she did something ingenious and frightening, she would tattoo a vivid design, which would further improve her martial arts skills.

Later, she met Ye Motian, who came from the mountains in the southwest. At that time, Ye Motian had a wounded person covered in blood by his side.

That should have been another game between the master and disciple, but when Helian Yaohua saw the blood-soaked person, and then saw Ye Motian, who was clearly not seriously injured, yet was angry and silent as if he were closer to death than the blood-soaked person.

Unexpectedly, the incident turned into a needle and thread piercing through her master's back, leaving an embroidery on the mountain wall in blood.

That was perhaps the luckiest thing Helian Yaohua ever did in her life. At that time, she didn't know that if she had been a fraction of a second later, she would have died at the hands of Shao Lingxiao or Ye Motian.

That move brought her ten years of satisfaction, and today she used the same move again, far more perfectly than before.

Then, she encountered the fiery sword light that pierced through the silk threads and swept across her neck.

Ye Motian turned around and embraced Helian Yaohua as they fell from the sky. They landed in the city, exactly as they had predicted, on the top floor of a tall building.

"Ho—"

Helian Yaohua covered her neck, and many broken brocade threads were scattered on her face. The wound between her fingers seemed to still be glowing with a ray of fire. Then the wound burst open, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.

Ye Motian held her as he sat on the railing, watching her bleed profusely, his eyes trembling.

Looking at him like this, Helian Yaohua's eyes seemed to contain a mixture of joy and helplessness. She raised her bloodied hand with difficulty and placed it on his face.

A faint trace of blood traced a gentle line down her cheek, then fell limply, and the beautiful woman, her eyes open, lost her life.

The overwhelming shock of grief and anger almost made Ye Motian tremble all over, but his Grandmaster-level mental perception was frantically reminding him of the figure standing behind him.

His mastery of the Grandmaster realm instincts drew his attention, making him focus more on the crisis behind him, leaving him no energy to continue grieving.

"ah!!!"

With a long howl, Ye Motian loosened his embrace, pushed Helian Yaohua into the building, and turned to strike with his palm.

"How could you be so heartless?!"

Guan Luoyang caught the palm strike, raised his eyebrows with a mixture of surprise and sarcasm, and couldn't help but laugh.

"What a bizarre question! Hahaha, there are just so many hypocritical people in the world!"

"Compared to the suffering you inflict on strangers at will, what is there to regret in repaying even a fraction of it?"

With a flick of his wrist, he displayed a resolve that was even more resolute, more ferocious, and more imbued with an emotion that could not be contained, than the grief-stricken Ye Motian.

The two masters' palm techniques clashed, their movements intertwining like a thunderous feast, the resounding sounds forming a dense, continuous barrage of booming, resonant sound waves.

The tall building where Helian Yaohua's body was kept collapsed, its tiles crumbled, its pillars tilted, and finally, the whole building collapsed.

Ye Motian's palm technique became chaotic in his extreme anger, focusing only on speed and ferocity, but losing sight of the importance of thoroughness.

Guan Luoyang withdrew his palm and flashed upwards, his gravity fluctuating at will. His body moved like a swallow, suddenly turning back and crashing into Ye Motian.

Ye Motian swung his palm, striking Ye Motian's right shoulder as he leaned forward. Ye Motian felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, causing him to stumble backward.

Guan Luoyang paused only slightly before pushing off with his feet and chasing after Ye Motian. He was so fast that he was almost invisible in mid-air. His right arm shot upwards, delivering a powerful punch straight for Ye Motian's throat.

As Ye Motian retreated, he barely managed to dodge, but he was able to withdraw his punch with ease. When the cannon missed, he swept his arm across the neck from the side, causing the fist to spring back.

Even though Ye Motian had already raised one palm to block Guan Luoyang's right elbow, absorbing 70% of the force, he was still struck so hard that he coughed up blood, his mind went blank, and he was sent flying, crashing through several walls before rolling onto another street.

Guan Luoyang leaped into pursuit, and many bats attacked again from the air. He transformed his sleeves into long sleeves several meters long, infused with true energy, and swept them away as he spun around, clearing away a large swarm of bats.

Fux, who was used to long-range combat, was currently stationary on the city wall. Her hands moved rapidly in front of her, and a symmetrical, blood-red magic circle pattern appeared in front of her. The invisible magical fluctuations struck Guan Luoyang.

While Guan Luoyang was in mid-air, he suddenly felt that the light around him was strange. In his vision, one blood-red sun after another appeared, layer upon layer, with the discs intersecting, and quickly filled the entire sky.

A strong sense of weakness and dizziness overwhelmed him, causing his soul to feel the radiance of blood and spontaneously dissolve beneath this blood-red sky.

But just as the magic took effect, Fux saw Guan Luoyang's body pause slightly in mid-air, his long sleeves suddenly disappear, and he raised one palm.

The crimson light was completely absorbed by his palm, and with another wave of his hand, a dazzling crimson light shot out from his hand.

The magic circle in front of Fux extended and changed outward from the center, with sharp edges extending beyond the circular frame, and the patterns becoming several times more complex, blocking that section of bloody palm force.

Yet a faint, blood-red light still shone through the magic circle, striking her body and causing another small tear in her cloak.

After becoming a grandmaster, Guan Luoyang's biggest progress has been in the Bai Family Sacred Fist. He has mastered all four moves of the fist technique and can even extract and integrate them.

That move just now was a combination of the Heavenly Serpent Drinking Light and the Wind Ephemeral Formlessness.

"Hmm!" Fux let out a soft groan full of surprise, her expression calm, the faint blood-red light in her eyes exuding a mysterious aura, and a small magic circle appeared in her eyes.

Under the cover of the large magic circle, her magic had already successfully affected numerous targets in another way.

Guan Luoyang caught up with Ye Motian in the blink of an eye, his palm strike as fierce as wind and fire, accompanied by thunderous roar.

But after only a few moves, Yama took three or four steps back, and suddenly the sounds of tables and chairs rolling over came from all around the streets and houses.

People who should have been hiding in their own houses rushed out, breaking down doors and even smashing windows.

In the rush, countless people, numbering in the hundreds, surged from all sides of the street, converging on Guan Luoyang.

There were young adults, women, even elderly people with unsteady steps, and young children. Everyone's eyes shone with a scarlet light as they huddled together, quickly closing in on this group.

Fux watched this scene from the city wall. The magic circle in front of him changed again, channeling magic power towards Ye Motian to help him form crystalline protective walls to block Guan Luoyang's palm strike and delay until the crowd of people crashed into it.

Ye Motian could certainly be indifferent to the lives of these people, but Guan Luoyang, judging from his previous behavior, would inevitably hesitate.

In this way, Yama will be able to regroup and either seize the opportunity to escape or launch a counterattack, which will be very rewarding.

Fux heard Guan Luoyang roar loudly and stomped his foot heavily.

Dozens of people nearby were propelled into the air by the rushing blue mist. The ground bricks and stones cracked, and smoke and dust billowed. The blue air currents intertwined with the smoke, making the scene inside blurry for a moment.

"Trying to shake these people off? Useless. How far can a four-star martial arts force's attack range be? The advantages of the mystical side are like a natural disaster—a flood or a hurricane—when facing ordinary people; they're difficult to withstand."

The small magic circle in Fuchs's eyes spun, casting invisible waves into other streets and alleys.

It involves casting defensive magic from a distance, along with its own defensive and illusionary magic, and remote manipulation of the human mind.

Her four-star magic power allows her to use several spells simultaneously, continuously controlling more people with ease, as easily as crushing a dewy rose.

But just as he was about to put this idea into practice, the conversation that had reminded Su Mu Daoren of his improper mindset suddenly flashed through his mind, causing Fu Kesi to change his mind at the last minute.

Never underestimate the enemy's combat intelligence; the magic circle in her eyes shifted, transforming into a pattern that enhanced her penetrating vision.

The blue mist, dust, and the bodies of ordinary people flying into the air faded from her sight, leaving only the battle situation at the very center.

She saw Guan Luoyang kneeling on the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his knees pressing against Ye Motian's chest, and his hands pinching the lower half of Ye Motian's face.

A large crater appeared on the ground, seemingly formed by a crack and depression centered on the spot where Yamaten's head hit the ground.

"hiss!!"

In the short span of time it took for an idea to be born and changed, Fu Kesi couldn't understand how Guan Luoyang had suddenly managed to defeat Ye Motian, who had previously seemed able to hold the line so well!

Damn it, the information about this person is so outdated. Yesterday's information is completely useless for him today.

How could such a thing happen...?

Fuchs tugged at his long hair that had fallen to the side, his heart filled with restlessness, and his mysterious and composed expression was starting to crumble.

But when she saw that scene, she already knew that Ye Motian was doomed.

As a ranged mage, she transformed herself into dozens of bats without hesitation, flying towards the thick smoke covering the granary.

The battle has only been going on for a few minutes. On the battlefield near the granary, the Fire Luo Cult members who are on the verge of mutation have not yet completed their mutation.

Bats flew through the thick smoke, then transformed into dozens of fleshy-winged dragons that swooped down, their blood magic sweeping across the entire area.

Fuchs had to expend his own magic to catalyze the mutation process of those followers.

The fleshy dragon was kicked to pieces by more than a dozen heads by the swift and powerful Amphitfish.

Gu Lanxiang used a bit of Zen wisdom she had learned from the Diamond Sutra, combined with her original meditative state of mind, to activate the relics. The anti-magic barrier shone brightly and expanded, preventing nearly twenty followers around her from being affected by blood magic.

But the howls of the beasts finally rang out.

More than seventy demonic mutants abandoned the fight after successfully mutating, choosing their own paths and continuing their journey of destruction, destruction, destruction, and their way to Chang'an.

The monster, equivalent to more than seventy top-tier experts, was determined to leave, and An Feiyu and his group couldn't stop it at all.

Fux transformed into a small bat and flew far away, taking advantage of the swirling smoke to watch from an inconspicuous spot as the demons began to scatter and run wildly.

Anfeiyu and his group's pursuit was futile.

"The operation along this route was successful, but unfortunately, we lost a four-star combatant."

The vampire saw Guan Luoyang's figure move ahead of the demons and land.

"Oh? Still not giving up? Driven by their insatiable greed, lust, and absolute freedom, their path will only expand. How many can you possibly kill?"

………………

For a time, the attribute of the wise was highly valued in the Main God Space.

Those who, even when at a disadvantage in combat strength, can make up for their own shortcomings with clever calculations and strategies, guide the overall situation, and create one miracle of turning the tide time and time again, are hailed as almost mythical figures among the Reincarnators. It seems that no matter what kind of mission it is, as long as there is a wise person in one's own camp, everyone can immediately feel at ease and listen to his advice.

However, this trend did not last long before it was overturned by the most well-known group of top thinkers themselves.

As their strength grows, all sorts of strange and unusual abilities may emerge within the Reincarnator community.

From the most common sense of crisis to the mystical side's confusion of destiny, astrological divination, the technological side's small-world model calculations, whisperers, future observation, and the military side's substitution of one's own mind for the will of heaven, clear-headedness and incorruptibility, and the suppression of intelligence and intent, etc., the space for scheming to play will be compressed again and again.

Anyone with normal intelligence can deduce many possibilities through intelligence once their strength increases. So-called wise strategies can only compete with them on the same stage. It is no longer about calculating everything, but more about gambling.

While those false wise men are still deceiving themselves and trying to maintain their advantage in this area, the true wise men have chosen to invest all their wisdom in improving their hard power, choosing the one they like from the vast ocean of abilities and pushing it to its limit.

There was once a wise man from the world of martial arts, with green hair and green clothes, wiping a mirror, who once said in a sarcastic tone: "You are so stupid that I can hardly breathe! Boasting about your wisdom and fawning over the old is the most helpless choice."

"That means that, apart from that little bit of crumbling cleverness, character, courage, perseverance, toughness, focus, kindness or ruthlessness, and that most praiseworthy future, have all vanished from you."

Guan Luoyang was unaware of this past event, but his actions were precisely the "optimal solution within the normal range" that those true wise men had praised.

When you are in a passive position, don't think about so-called long-term wisdom. Abandon all thoughts of hiding your shortcomings, deceiving, and using rhetoric. Treat every encounter as a decisive battle.

If you have ten parts of strength, you should put it into practice with the intention of using eleven parts of strength.

This is the most likely way to disrupt the opponent's pace, forcing those enemies who hold the initiative to reveal more of their "true colors" and see the key that may exist.

Therefore, even though he knew he couldn't possibly keep all the monsters, Guan Luoyang still decided to give it a try.

And they tried it with an air of omnipotence!

………………

The Thousand Illusion Robe began its most extreme transformation since it was created, mid-air.

Driven by Guan Luoyang's will, long strips of cloth extended from his body, like the tentacles of a monster, crashing heavily between the streets and houses.

More fabric flew and danced wildly in the air.

The mutated demons, who were running and jumping around, were at the height of their emotions and desires. They felt the oppressive pressure and instead of slowing down, they all looked up and roared even louder.

"you……"

Guan Luoyang unleashed all his power, his long black hair flew wildly, and lightning crackled between his seven orifices and hair. He looked down at the demons, his face covered with bronze-colored patterns, making him appear inhuman.

The strong winds rose and fell, gravity shifted, and the flames raged.

The most basic Zhou Tian Dao Chang (a type of Taoist practice) seemed to become a condition for amplification and resonance at this moment, so that his voice no longer burst from his throat, but resonated from all the surrounding air, turning into sound waves that swept across the sky and the city.

All the roars and howls of the demonic mutants were suppressed.

"Stop right there!!!!"

It was as if a scream cleaved through the soul and shattered the brain, piercing the ears of all the demonic mutated beings with unparalleled sharpness.

The furry creatures had their pores standing on end, and the scaly creatures had their scales trembling. Their long tails stiffened as if they had been electrocuted. They opened their mouths but could not hear their own voices. In their dazed gazes, there was no longer any "human" presence.

There was only one strange and malevolent divine bird, which roared with wind and thunder and had more than a hundred long feathers!

Everyone who was awake was watching that scene, and they all felt like they weren't awake anymore.

Gu Lanxiang was the first to react, and with all her might, she smashed a mutated demon into a pulp from behind.

Anfeiyu and his group caught up quickly, searching for and eliminating the mutated demons one by one.

The monsters that were awakened resisted in fear, but under the watchful gaze of the even more terrifying demon "Guan Luoyang," they still dared not escape too far.

Their ferocious and extreme bestiality, and their extreme uncontrollability, sometimes make them far weaker than human nature when faced with an even more ferocious and violent opponent.

The bat, hidden in the shadows, stood there stunned for a moment, with only one thought in its mind.

"Damn it! The plan for this route is completely ruined."

(End of this chapter)