A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 218 Leaving a Name in Blood

When Shi Wengong uttered those four words, it was as if the light of the sky and the earth, the wind and the dust, were all gathered together and formed a mantra with magnificent power.

Everything around them was destroyed by this invisible force.

The most obvious change is in the surrounding ground. Large amounts of soil have been eroded into charcoal-like flakes, which are then blown into the air and dispersed far away.

Guan Luoyang immediately felt that his body had lost a lot of moisture, his skin was dry and had faint white marks, and his hair had become extremely dry. Even his divine clothes could not completely block this power.

Every inch of air in all directions was filled with this dry, irritable, and desolate atmosphere.

Shi Wengong turned around, his right foot close to the ground, carving a deep trench in the ash-covered earth, and shoveled it toward Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang leaped into the air and in an instant delivered more than twenty heavy kicks to Shi Wengong's upper body.

Lightning flashed and scattered, and dense cyan gravity energy burst forth from his legs, like small meteors, bombarding Shi Wengong's upper body.

Shi Wengong raised his arms and slightly clasped them together. The bulging muscles on his forearms were so strong that they almost burst his sleeves and wrist guards. The heavy, turbid energy of the demonic cultivation technique seeped out through every pore of his body, making his arms the most solid shield, blocking most of Guan Luoyang's kicks.

As for the few attacks that landed on Shi Wengong's ribs and shoulder joints from the side, although they tore through the armor protecting those areas, they clearly did not actually injure his bones.

Guan Luoyang even sensed that Shi Wengong's ribs were no longer bent individually to protect his chest cavity, but rather, because the ribs were so large, there were no gaps between them, and they were directly joined together, like a protective plate, completely blocking the blue lightning from the outside.

Lightning exploded in the air, and Guan Luoyang's figure changed. His right foot changed from a kick to a heavy chop. A large amount of blue lightning gathered on his boots, which drew a dazzling trajectory in the air and slammed towards Shi Wengong's head.

Shi Wengong raised his arms and crossed them to block Guan Luoyang's heavy strike.

BOOM!!!

The entire valley seemed to tremble slightly, and a dull, resounding roar echoed between the mountain walls for a long time.

The soil beneath Shi Wengong's feet had been completely blown away, revealing the rocks. Seven or eight cracks appeared on the surface of the rocks, pointing in the southeast, northwest, and southwest. Green energy burst out from the top of his head, churning and swirling around him.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Shi Wengong's face was twitching slightly.

The powerful shockwave from Guan Luoyang's kick reverberated through Shi Wengong's body like a bronze drum, leaving a lingering, resonant echo throughout his limbs.

Such a shock should have paralyzed his entire body, including his scalp, but as Shi Wengong let out a hiss, the surging azure energy around him was completely stained black.

The black smoke carried a strong, acrid smell, like burnt steel. All the black smoke around rose and fell in the same rhythm, echoing Shi Wengong's breathing.

Shi Wengong reached out with both hands and grabbed Guan Luoyang's ankle.

Guan Luoyang's feet swayed, moving with astonishing speed. The tip of his boot touched Shi Wengong's palm, and before the five fingers could close, he shot away like lightning.

Although the Flying Shadow Armor was returned to An Feiyu, Guan Luoyang had already incorporated the fighting techniques of the Flying Shadow Armor into his own fighting style.

Their movements were as swift as lightning, as graceful as a gazelle hanging by its horns, as free as a celestial horse galloping through the sky, leaving no trace.

But this time, along with Shi Wengong's grab, dozens or even hundreds of hands condensed from the surrounding black smoke, trailing long plumes of smoke, chasing after Guan Luoyang from all directions.

These black smoke-like hands moved in clusters, vying to grab Guan Luoyang. As their outlines became increasingly solid and ferocious, their speed in the air also increased dramatically.

As Guan Luoyang retreated into the air, he unleashed several more kicks, each one shattering at least a dozen of the nearby black smoke palms. However, he quickly realized something was amiss.

Since condensing his spiritual light to reach the fourth level, Guan Luoyang's attacks have always been a burst of spiritual current and internal energy.

Those cyan primordial energies all contained a small amount of his spiritual power, and even if they left his body, they could remain undying for a quarter of an hour or two.

In the short time it had taken for him to fight Shi Wengong, not even a few breaths had passed, yet there was no trace of his original aura left in the entire valley.

Instead, thin black smoke rose everywhere, and fine ash flew up from the cracks in the rocks. The smell of burning grew stronger and stronger, which continued to fuel Shi Wengong's offensive.

Especially on that hillside, the corpses of those soldiers and generals, now each corpse is like a bonfire of burning wet wood, thick smoke billowing and gathering towards Shi Wengong.

Outside Cangshan Mountain, the Mercury Mirror had been exposed to three or four more cracks due to the turbid air, but the image in the mirror could still be barely seen.

"The demonic path mainly cultivates turbid energy, and is most adept at polluting the vital energy of others. What's more troublesome is that if members of the demonic path gather together, the more people die, the more severe the pollution caused by the turbid energy becomes."

Lin Lingsu said in a low voice, "I once read in an ancient book that during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, because the demonic path was so prosperous, after a battle, even if there were only 50,000 or 60,000 demonic soldiers fighting on both sides, the resulting turbid air could cover the sky, making the clouds within ten miles dark and the streams smell fishy. Places that were once battlefields between two countries could not grow crops for three years."

"During the Spring and Autumn Period, cultivators of the immortal path were often warned by their masters not to easily approach large battlefields. This was because in such places, if one's magical power was not profound enough, one could easily have one's foundation corrupted and fall into the demonic path, never to return."

Gongsun Sheng said, "This place was originally a mine, and those who died were all soldiers under Shi Wengong's command. After he lifted his self-imposed restrictions, the surrounding demonic energy was virtually inexhaustible. Until he went mad and died, his power continued to rise. Senior, is there any way to inform Brother Guan and have him leave the mine?"

Lin Lingsu pondered for a moment, and also felt that if this battle continued like this, it would probably become very troublesome.

Actually, he had misjudged the situation a bit before.

Although Gongsun Sheng and the others had mentioned that the Heavenly Emperor was promoting demonic arts in the army, Gao Lian and Gao Feng, the brothers, had only brought flying divine soldiers to hunt them down, so they couldn't tell that the Song Dynasty's elite troops had actually all entered the realm of demonic arts.

Shi Wengong, for example, already showed signs of the military prowess of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, making him far more formidable than the Song Dynasty soldiers in Lin Lingsu's memory.

Lin Lingsu said, "Bring that magic mirror to me, and I will use my voice to remind him."

Gongsun Sheng brought the magic mirror over, and Lin Lingsu was about to speak when suddenly the number of cracks on the mirror increased several times over, and with a bang, it shattered into countless mercury droplets.

The last scene reflected in the mirror was hundreds of black smoke palms converging in mid-air, from which Shi Wengong's figure burst forth at an even greater speed.

He was covered in ashes, and his eyes were as red as branding irons!

in the valley.

The heavy, turbid energy surrounding Shi Wengong had become so thick that it seemed to be forming a layer of keratinous armor on his skin.

The wind was directly blown away by his body, thus producing a tremendous roar.

Beneath the nine earths, the primordial energy within the Cangshan mineral veins, like boiling seawater, instinctively surged forth with its highest wave, echoing his attack.

"All phenomena arise from the earth..."

Shi Wengong could already sense that his mind was becoming somewhat strange, with more and more uncontrollable and absurd thoughts flooding his mind, and his clear thinking seemed to be sliding into an abyss.

If this continues, he can indeed become stronger with each battle, but he will also descend into true madness. Therefore, he urgently calls out the true words, hoping to kill his opponent with this one blow, or at least scare Guan Luoyang away.

He roared and unleashed a full-force palm strike.

"To ashes!!"

Guan Luoyang raised his hand to block, but was pushed towards the ground by the force of the opponent's palm.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the surface of the rock rippled like waves, large chunks of rock crumbled and shifted, and his knees bent slightly.

but……

It only bent slightly.

His palms pressed against Shi Wengong's palms without trembling in the slightest.

A vast, heavy aura surged from Shi Wengong and impacted him.

The corpses of Duan Jingzhu and the others rushed towards him from every corner of the valley.

Guan Luoyang remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely unmoved.

How is that possible?!

Shi Wengong gritted his teeth and mustered his strength, but the stench of burnt steel grew fainter and fainter.

Within the rapidly flowing black smoke, many black water droplets inexplicably condensed, crystal clear and icy cold.

As the black smoke continued to blast through, water droplets of all sizes turned into water spheres, hovering around Guan Luoyang. With each rotation of the water spheres, the smoke thinned out a little, and the water spheres grew larger, with even more tiny water droplets appearing in the air.

Shi Wengong couldn't help but roar, "What is this thing?"

Guan Luoyang raised his head, and in his eyes appeared an ancient longsword full of Daoist charm.

The power of non-action transforms qi into ink!

This is the exclusive divine power of the Wuwei Divine Sword, which can transform primordial energy into ink-colored water, pure and dust-free, formless and tasteless.

But to be honest, this supernatural power is actually quite useless, because it can only be effective when the quality of the vital energy is a whole level lower than the swordsman's own skill.

In the Tang Dynasty, no grandmaster could be affected by such supernatural powers.

The power Shi Wengong is currently wielding is wild, fierce, and vast, with every aspect being exceptionally savage. However, in terms of destructive power, it has actually reached the high level of the four-star level, and is only slightly inferior to Guan Luoyang.

However, this heavy, turbid air that filled the valley was completely unrelated to the word "pure"; it was extremely mixed and of questionable quality, and it just happened to fall within the range of the effects of the Wuwei Divine Power.

"So this is what the characteristics of demonic magic are? It's truly amazing, but if the commanders are all like you, the weaknesses are also very obvious."

Guan Luoyang said slowly, "I understand now. To kill you, a sword is the only appropriate weapon."

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled Shi Wengong from mid-air to the ground.

Shi Wengong broke free with all his might, using his fists and feet, raising his knees and stomping his feet, every part of his body capable of causing injury, blasting towards Guan Luoyang like a whirlwind.

Guan Luoyang clapped his hands together, cutting off the trajectory of his fist. He changed his footwork, stepped on the sole of the man's foot, blocked his knee, and with a sway of his shoulder, rammed into the man's chest.

Shi Wengong was terrified and staggered backward.

Guan Luoyang lunged forward, turning his shoulder into an elbow, raising his forearm, and thrusting out his elbow, striking Shi Wengong in the chest.

Shi Wengong's body was thrown into the air, and the force of the impact was extremely violent. The heavy, turbid air in his chest was forced out of his seven orifices. The smoke was so thick that the turbid air collided and many sparks also burst out from his mouth and nose.

"You want to expel my turbid energy from my body? The art of war doesn't care whether turbid energy is inside or outside; it can still be used to command and kill enemies."

As if to confirm Shi Wengong's words, after the heavy and turbid energy in his body was squeezed out, he pulled his hands together and stabilized his retreating momentum. He then launched an attack in mid-air and exchanged two palm strikes with Guan Luoyang.

Those two palm strikes were so fierce and skillful, combining both strength and gentleness, that they actually made Shi Wengong stand still and not retreat, exhaling foul air from every pore of his body.

An inexplicable panic rose in Shi Wengong's heart, and his mind became filled with more and more chaotic thoughts. He let out a frenzied shout, stomped his feet heavily on the ground, stirred up the surrounding turbid air, and condensed it into an unstoppable force, lunging forward.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared from the front, aimed straight at his face.

Shi Wengong quickly clasped his hands together to clamp the sword.

With the sword hilt in Guan Luoyang's hand, he thrust it forward, the tip of the sword touching Shi Wengong's chest.

Guan Luoyang let out a long breathing sound and pushed his sword forward.

Shi Wengong had no time to break free and dodge. He was pressed against the tip of the sword and slid backward. The turbid air on his body dissipated wildly, turning into cold, dark water spheres that scattered in all directions.

The ground on both sides was hit by water balls, sending up columns of stone chips.

"To kill you, a sword is the only appropriate weapon."

These words suddenly echoed in Shi Wengong's mind again. He struggled and tried to circulate the turbid energy around him.

But Guan Luoyang's skill was like a small mountain pressing down through the long sword, making all of his movements and reactions slow down.

As the turbid air outside the body turned into black water droplets and dissipated, the sword tip began to pierce Shi Wengong's skin.

Previously, Shi Wengong's brain was struck by Guan Luoyang's heavy palm, and he was struck by electric current, but he was able to withstand it because every inch of his flesh and blood was infused with the turbid energy in the minerals.

However, Guan Luoyang poured all his power into the Wuwei Divine Sword, directly dispelling his turbid qi. How could the remaining flesh and blood withstand the sharpness of the divine sword?

The blade pierced in inch by inch, the tip of the sword emerging from Shi Wengong's back.

Guan Luoyang stopped in his tracks and struck the hilt of the sword with his palm.

The Wuwei Divine Sword shot out with a whoosh, dragging Shi Wengong's body and pinning him to the cliff.

As the turbid air dissipated, Shi Wengong's head drooped down, and a large amount of blood flowed from his chest, staining the mountain wall red.

Guan Luoyang pointed his fingers and slashed through the air.

The crimson hue on the cliff was guided by the cracked sword marks, forming bold, spirited characters.

The murderer is Guan Luoyang!

(End of this chapter)