A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 268 Peeling Back the Dust to Obtain the Divine Object

boom!!!

The axe struck Guan Luoyang on the forehead, and Guan Luoyang's body immediately began to crack from the head, like a piece of porcelain with countless cracks.

But even the smallest fragment about to shatter cannot escape the power of that axe blow.

The jade axe cleaved the figure in two, the blade almost touching the ground. The fragments were shattered into powder, floating in mid-air, and among the smoky powder, many tiny milky-white electric sparks flickered faintly.

This was clearly not the behavior of a normal flesh and blood body after being defeated, but Zhao Kuangyin seemed to have expected it.

Three miles away, a jade-colored axe mark appeared out of thin air on the desolate plain.

A large mass of air suddenly twisted and released around the crack, and electric current spread out.

The jade-colored crack advanced rapidly forward, causing the air to contract and distort once again, followed by the strange phenomenon of the air breaking apart and electric current spreading.

In an instant, the third, fourth, and fifth layers of air barriers were broken through.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The crack twisted and surged forward, shattering nine layers of colorless electric walls that distorted light in one go.

The lightning illusion was completely shattered by this axe, revealing its true form hidden behind the air.

Two pure white divine generals with bird beaks flapped their wings and took off, riding Guan Luoyang, and flew away at high speed to avoid it.

Before making a formal move, Lin Lingsu had already used some tricks to hide Guan Luoyang's true form and quietly remove it. As for the Guan Luoyang who was still standing in the same place, it was just a fake body that he had created.

However, none of them expected that Zhao Kuangyin would have such a strong imperial fortune, let alone that the imperial fortune method could be used so meticulously and grandly in a founding emperor.

The three were defeated much earlier than Lin Lingsu had anticipated.

Zhao Kuangyin was able to break through the nine layers of intricate lightning illusion by using the connection between the fake body and the illusion, and found Guan Luoyang's true identity.

How could the remaining two Celestial Thunder Gods possibly withstand Zhao Kuangyin's offensive?

He simply drew the golden staff and jade axe in a circle, and a tremendous suction force emanated from the empty circular trajectory. It seemed that in an instant, countless tangled and turbid thoughts, strand by strand, twisted and knotted together, emerged from that circle and wrapped around the two Celestial Thunder Gods.

How fast can the human mind think?

At the very least, the two Celestial Thunder Gods who needed to fly with Guan Luoyang had no chance of escaping.

The pure immortal magic was corrupted in the blink of an eye. Large amounts of black stains appeared on the elbows, knees, shoulders, and necks of the two divine generals, and they were spreading rapidly.

The two divine generals, now corrupted and blackened, froze in mid-air.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't wait for those worldly thoughts to pull the two generals and Guan Luoyang back. He took a big step forward, his figure flying through the air, and with a fierce and majestic aura, he rushed towards Guan Luoyang.

A flash of white light intercepted him.

Silvery blood spilled from between Lin Lingsu's ten fingers, each drop of blood rapidly expanding and elongating in the air, transforming into a flat, jade-like talisman.

Hundreds of silver-white talismans, layered and uneven, stretched out in front of them.

At first glance, it looks like a silver plate that is constantly expanding and has uneven edges.

The talismans at the edges are the most numerous and appear thicker and denser, while the talismans in the center are sparser because Lin Lingsu's blood was depleted and the rate of their creation was slower.

Lin Lingsu, whose body had run out of blood, was rapidly becoming stiff and pale. Only her right thumb and middle finger remained, gathering the last bit of magic power to flick forward.

"Divine Firmament Righteous Law, Destroying Pivot Divine Thunder!"

Sound waves emanated from his fingertips, spreading from the center of the silver plate to the edges, and also towards Zhao Kuangyin.

Taoist divine thunder is actually divided into two parts: thunder and lightning. When Lin Lingsu cast her spell before, both thunder and lightning came out, but they couldn't do anything to Zhao Kuangyin. Now, there are only sound waves of thunder, without any lightning or thunderbolts.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't take the sound waves seriously at all, but in an instant, he suddenly felt that the frequency of the sound waves had undergone at least a hundred adjustments and changes.

It went from being completely harmless to gradually resonating with every part of my body.

All things in the universe, though seemingly still, actually have their own inherent frequency.

No matter how hard a substance is, if this frequency is found and resonance is triggered by external factors, then destroying it becomes exceptionally easy.

The Destroying Pivot Divine Thunder is such a Daoist technique!

This spell requires Lin Lingsu to exhaust all the mercury blood essence in her body before she can cast it, and she only has one chance to do so.

If he had used this technique when Zhao Kuangyin was entangled with Lu Junyi, Zhao Kuangyin would likely have been alerted and avoided it. Only when the situation became critical could he gamble on Zhao Kuangyin's arrogance and underestimation of his opponent.

And that was indeed the case.

Because he hadn't taken the divine lightning seriously before, by the time Zhao Kuangyin realized the danger, it was too late to dodge.

Buzz!

The sound waves emanated from the silver disc, like a giant pillar of light with the same diameter as the "silver disc," and shot forward.

A semi-cylindrical trench was blasted into the ground. Within the trench, the existing grass and soil were broken into tiny particles that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Like a hazy brown dragon of smoke, it drifted aimlessly and flew away into the far distance at the end of the beam of light.

Zhao Kuangyin's figure hovered within the pillar of light, his brows slowly furrowing, and his armor, beard, and hair all becoming blurred, proving that there were indeed signs of resonance and vibration within him.

The golden crown and jade hairpin on his head shattered into dust, and his robes were torn in many places.

But his physical body was far more resilient than these substances; even his hair only showed slight signs of cracking from the very ends.

The sound waves were still adjusting, getting closer and closer to that fatal frequency.

The beam of light emanating from the silver talisman disc intensified, obscuring Zhao Kuangyin's figure and making him difficult to discern; only a small, dark shadow could be vaguely seen hovering within it.

This dark shadow persisted, even moving forward against the sound waves.

"Mysterious Yin Captures the Soul, Heavenly Soul Unites as One!"

Liu Hunkang jumped down from the shattered altar, stumbled a couple of steps, and pointed the jade ruler in his hand at Lin Lingsu.

Through a shared connection with the heavenly soul, the remaining magical power in his body was transferred to Lin Lingsu.

Lin Lingsu's hand moved slightly; her thumb bent, and her four fingers flicked out.

At the same time, two purplish-black magic orbs shot out from between the waves of lava and fire, one after the other, and smashed into the dark shadow.

The light from the sound waves intensified, and finally, even the dark shadow disappeared from view.

At that very moment, an unusual roar came from within the sound waves.

The golden stick suddenly stretched out, its tip becoming extremely thick, and slammed hard into the disc formed by the silver-white talismans.

With a single strike, it shattered the talismans, and the diameter of the very tip of the stick had become larger than Lin Lingsu's entire body, sending him flying.

"You've really gone to great lengths for him; this move is causing me some trouble."

Zhao Kuangyin's figure was revealed. He held a jade axe in his left hand, blocking the two demonic beads behind him. After knocking Lin Lingsu away with the golden cudgel in his right hand, he swung his long arm and sent Liu Hunkang flying in the distance.

The massive golden rod was raised high and then slammed fiercely into the cracked ground where lava was flowing.

Several patches of land on either side of the golden staff were thrown into the air, with waves of fire surging and crimson lava appearing as if the earth had been splattered with blood.

A muffled groan came from underground, and Lu Junyi, who had tried to withstand the blow, was slammed even deeper into the ground.

"It really was you!!!"

A figure suddenly fell from the sky, landing on the tip of the golden staff.

Han Shizhong's armor was still stained with the blood of an unknown person, his cloak was fluttering, and a broken sword in his hand was emitting a dark blade light.

He looked at the staff at his feet, his eyes filled with extreme resentment and anger. This move was the same one used by the Liao expert who had ambushed him.

Bang!

Han Shizhong stomped his foot heavily, and his figure shot away along the golden staff.

The surging black sword energy condensed into a footprint where he had just stomped his foot.

The footprint did not manage to sink into the golden staff, but it temporarily suppressed the shape change of the Panlong Golden Staff, preventing it from shrinking.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Zhao Kuangyin, his feet planted on the golden staff, and the black light of the broken sword swept down like a deluge.

Zhao Kuangyin flicked his left hand, sending the two uncontrolled demonic beads flying. The jade axe spun in his palm, deflecting the dense barrage of blades aimed at his head. With his right hand, he lifted the golden staff upwards.

The front end of the golden staff couldn't be lifted for the time being, but the tail end was slender. With this flick, Han Shizhong was forced to change his pace.

He leaped into the air, headfirst, feet first, his blades of varying thickness and direction striking Zhao Kuangyin with a relentless and meticulous barrage of energy.

Zhao Kuangyin's left hand spun the jade axe erratically, even circling his wrist, yet he could still precisely meet the sharpness of each blade's energy, displaying incredible agility. With a powerful jerk of his right hand, the footprint at the tip of the golden staff was shattered and abruptly shrank back to its normal shape.

With a flick of the staff at the axe handle, the jade axe remained entangled on the staff tip as the staff moved swiftly, as if pulled by an invisible rope.

After a few moves, Han Shizhong landed on the ground, a deep, bone-revealing wound slashed across his arm.

"So your injury hasn't healed yet?"

Zhao Kuangyin's brow twitched slightly. "It seems Guan Luoyang didn't originally plan for you to be here to obstruct them. You actually abandoned tens of thousands of elite troops from Liangshan and rushed here?"

"Hongyu has mastered all my military strategies, and she surpasses me in the details. Even if she held an official position in the court, she could not rightfully command a force of soldiers, but Liangshan has no such rule."

Han Shizhong ran the back of the broken sword over his wound, his eyes burning with black hatred. "When she's around, I can never be so rational."

Zhao Kuangyin said, "You came here because you foresaw that the key to the situation of the Song Dynasty lies in the outcome of our battle with Guan Luoyang. What you call irrationality is still a brilliant judgment in military strategy."

He clicked his tongue and sighed, "Ah, if only you were a loyal subject."

"Even the emperor betrayed the country, so to whom are you talking about loyalty?"

The broken blade was stained with its master's blood, and Han Shizhong swung it once more.

Zhao Kuangyin's staff struck the blade, and the flashes of the staff and the blade intertwined.

Han Shizhong's fighting style is selfless and reckless. When he draws his sword, there is no room for retreat. His body seems to have been attached to the sword, and his figure is mixed in with the sword's energy.

Zhao Kuangyin's staff could leave an injury within three to five moves, but even if it crippled his flesh and even broke his bones, the deep, night-like blade energy could replace the bones and muscles, supporting his body to carry out the next movement without the slightest hesitation, and even becoming more bizarre and swift.

Zhao Kuangyin's imperial destiny method could manipulate worldly thoughts and predict all kinds of flaws, even creating flaws where none existed. However, Han Shizhong's swordsmanship and military strategy combined to turn flaws into fatal blows.

Previously, defeating Lu Junyi and his group took only a dozen breaths, but now Han Shizhong has been holding out for much longer.

Over there, the two Celestial Thunder Gods completely dissipated, and Guan Luoyang's figure landed on the ground, standing steadily with his back to the battlefield.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Kuangyin unconsciously revealed a hint of annoyance in his staff technique.

"Treason? What a fool's idea!"

"I am determined to complete the great task of unifying the Song and Liao territories. All the people under heaven will be my subjects. Your subordinates sacrificed themselves for my great cause, and I will remember them."

"When I restore order to the bureaucracy and enable the people to live in peace and prosperity, and when the world is at peace, the lives of your subordinates will not have been in vain. But you are here today, obstructing me..."

Zhao Kuangyin's voice turned fierce, "Han Shizhong, you are hindering the birth of a prosperous era!"

Han Shizhong was covered in dozens of wounds and bloodstains, but his figure wielding the knife was like a phantom, ignoring Zhao Kuangyin's words.

Unfortunately, both his sword and his manhood eventually reached their limits.

Enraged, Zhao Kuangyin's staff technique became even more powerful, smashing the broken knife out of his hand with a thunderous blow, while the axe-like blade of the staff pierced into his chest.

"drink!"

Han Shizhong took a breath, his ribs snapped shut, wedging the axe blade. He gripped the handle of the staff with both hands, his phantom-like movements settling into place. His feet were spread apart, and the torrential demonic power he unleashed echoed the turbid air of the earth.

But as soon as he regained his footing, he felt as if a tsunami had occurred beneath the ground.

The ground trembled, and cracks appeared randomly in all directions, with plumes of black smoke rising from the ground.

An even greater demonic power swept through the earth, mixed with the dynasty's fortune, preventing him from resonating with the earth in the slightest.

Zhao Kuangyin's expression was as cold as iron as he pushed the stick in his hand.

The blade of the jade axe pierced through Han Shizhong's back.

Bang! ! !

Zhao Kuangyin's feet slammed heavily on the ground, his figure shooting forward and propelling Han Shizhong's body, which flew away close to the ground.

His gaze had already passed over Han Shizhong and was now fixed on Guan Luoyang. This attack was intended to pierce through both Han Shizhong and Guan Luoyang.

Suddenly, an omnipresent pressure descended.

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes were bloodshot. Every pore on his body, every inch of his flesh and bone, and all his internal organs were undergoing this drastic change, as if every drop of blood and every internal organ had become a hundred times heavier.

Even with Zhao Kuangyin's demonic cultivation, who could regenerate even when his body was burned to the bone, he couldn't help but slow down slightly at this moment.

At the same time, Han Shizhong's body suddenly became lighter, and he accelerated towards Guan Luoyang.

So the axe blade that had already pierced his body began to show signs of being pulled out.

How could Zhao Kuangyin tolerate Han Shizhong escaping with his life, even if it was just for a moment longer? The tip of his long staff had already pierced into the hollow handle of the jade axe. With a downward thrust of his wrist, he was about to disembowel Han Shizhong and split him in two.

In an instant!

It was as if the light and shadow in the world had switched without any process, while the scenery in other places remained the same as before.

Only Guan Luoyang's figure became a gap in this vast landscape.

He has reversed the situation, turning from having his back to Zhao Kuangyin to facing him directly.

His face appeared behind Han Shizhong, and with a palm strike to Han Shizhong's back, a blue aura seeped in, forcibly immobilizing Zhao Kuangyin's jade axe for a moment.

The next moment, Guan Luoyang had already escaped with Han Shizhong.

Seemingly due to the connection of vital energy, Han Shizhong, who was in a daze due to his serious injuries, heard a scream coming from Guan Luoyang's body.

It was a scream of extreme pain.

When Han Shizhong heard it, it was already the lingering echo of that scream, but he could still hear the intense pain and emptiness of a broken soul.

The voice sounded familiar, which gave him a jolt of excitement.

"Zhao Huan..."

"I smashed his soul to pieces, until it was beyond dead."

Upon hearing Guan Luoyang's answer, Han Shizhong's stoic composure eased, and a faint smile appeared on his lips before he collapsed unconscious.

"Unexpectedly, he couldn't even last this long in a simple battle of will and spirit."

Zhao Kuangyin said in a deep voice, "However, you only killed his soul."

Guan Luoyang said calmly, "Indeed. I originally wanted to burn him into the ninth bead, but it's too late now. His sword energy is still in my body. Although it's no longer stirring, it's not a part I can use."

"But……"

Guan Luoyang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again. "Whether there is a ninth bead or not is no longer important."

"The moment he was confirmed dead, I was already invincible in this world."

Zhao Kuangyin said, "Do you think I'm still the same as when we last fought? My demonic powers have recovered, and I also bear the fate of the Liao Kingdom. How can he compare to me?"

"Moreover, now that Zhao Huan is dead, the imperial fortune of the Great Song Dynasty is scattered and has nowhere to go, and a part of it will come to me."

"You're invincible after his death?"

With a question in return, Zhao Kuangyin laughed loudly, "Two hundred years ago, there was Yelü Deguang who could be considered a worthy opponent, but now, whether two hundred years ago or two hundred years from now, I am invincible!"

As he laughed, five-colored rays of light appeared in the sky.

A desolate yet melodious dragon roar echoed across the wilderness. The blood-stained, ferocious dragon shadow meandered through the clouds. With a mournful cry, dragon scales flew wildly and chaotically. Each dragon scale that flew away and disappeared represented a portion of the decline of the Song Dynasty's imperial fortune.

At this moment, an ancient and magnificent golden dragon shadow faintly appeared behind Zhao Kuangyin, its head protruding into the clouds. Soon, the two dragon shadows descended together and merged into Zhao Kuangyin's body.

"Hahahaha, if you fail to kill him, I can easily kill you with this one blow."

"Now that you've killed him, even with my current good fortune, you won't last fifty moves!"

Zhao Kuangyin raised one arm, and the tip of the golden staff, along with the jade axe, expanded and extended wildly, exceeding the limits he could previously achieve.

In the blink of an eye, the jade axe had grown to about thirty feet square.

"I have always been a master strategist, but I have killed quite a few emperors. A hero like you can rest in peace now."

The giant blade, capable of easily slicing through mountains, slashed down at Guan Luoyang.

"You seem to have misunderstood something?"

A ball of azure energy emanated from Guan Luoyang's hand, supporting Han Shizhong's body as it floated to the side and slowly set down.

"I say invincible not just because I defeated him, but because killing him gave me a slight sense of satisfaction, which allowed me to form the ninth power."

"In your parlance, my step forward..."

He took a step.

"They're like gods."

The Heavenly Daoist Temple stretches to the highest heavens, the Divine Phoenix is ​​reborn from the flames, attending to every detail; the transformation of the mayfly dragon, silently listening to the mortal world; the Great Heavenly Slash, the Exploding Spirit Eclipse...

Demonic Dragon, Devourer of the Emperor!

The nine forces unite as one, and the spirit is drawn from the void.

With the nine landscapes of my life, I peel away the illusion and obtain the power to be called God!

(End of this chapter)