A Thousand-Year Journey Through the God of War

Pang De faced off against the wielder of the Twin Star Annihilation Blade. Even though the opponent's swordsmanship was extremely tricky, Pang De was still able to counter it all with his own exquisite swordsmanship. This man had been injured by Ye'er's Phoenix earlier and had just experienced a life-or-death battle with Wushuang. At this moment, his physical strength was severely depleted, and he was somewhat powerless against Pang De's masterful swordsmanship. If it weren't for the mysterious woman's flute music, this would not have been a simple matter of evenly matched. Dou Shen and Feng Xuexin entangled the person wearing a Taoist robe. Dou Shen had accidentally taken the fire-avoiding pearl hanging from Lu Bu's right ear in Wancheng, so he was not afraid of the flames of the Fire God Staff. Therefore, he took most of the damage. Feng Xuexin was responsible for using Flash Swallow to interfere with and ambush the opponent.

For a time, the Taoist priest was unable to subdue the two. Ma Chao's sister and Ma Dai, wielding their spears, fought together against the man wielding the Wind God's Heaven-Breaking Staff. With the aid of the flute music, this man's fighting power instantly doubled. His Wind God's Heaven-Breaking Staff was fast and ruthless, and after thirty moves, he had a firm advantage. Ma Chao, Pang De, the God of War, and Feng Xuexin were all extremely anxious, but had no time to spare to help the two. This flute music was truly infuriating. Just at this critical moment, Ye'er, wielding the Ancient Ding Blade, rejoined the battle, helping the two fight against the man wielding the Wind God's Heaven-Breaking Staff. Although her stamina recovery was limited, the three against one gradually brought the situation to a stalemate. At this time, Na'er also woke up. Looking at the chaotic battle before her, she was somewhat confused. She only remembered running to that beautiful older sister to admire the jade flute, and then she couldn't remember anything after that. Now, seeing so many unfamiliar people fighting here, she looked helplessly at her sister Ye'er.

While battling the enemy, Ye'er kept a close eye on her sister's condition. Suddenly, she saw her sister wake up and hurriedly called out, "Na'er, go help Wushuang!" Na'er, holding Qiao Meili, ran quickly towards the direction where Wushuang and the mysterious woman were fighting. Together, they finally suppressed the mysterious woman, preventing her from playing her flute. In an instant, the moment of reversal had arrived. As the flute music stopped, the fighting power of the Four Absolutes began to decline, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the War God Temple and Ma Chao.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a flute melody drifted closer, rising and falling, sometimes melodious, sometimes somber. The music was imbued with an indescribable emotion, captivating and enchanting, leaving everyone mesmerized. A short while later, two figures emerged from the dense forest. It was a man and a woman. The man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, wielding a strangely shaped double-edged sword. He was dressed entirely in luxurious silk, a handsome young man. The woman, also dressed in fine silk, was exceptionally beautiful and a stunning young woman. She held a beautifully crafted flute tightly in her hands; the melodious flute music had come from her lips. The mysterious woman smiled gently, "So it's you and Madam, young master. We haven't captured them yet, please forgive our poor performance!" The elegantly dressed young master said, "It's alright. Now you and Zhen Mi can play the flute and xiao together and send these ants on their way sooner!" With that, he brandished a double-edged sword and instantly appeared beside Wushuang and Na'er, attacking them both simultaneously. At the same time, the battle resumed, and everyone clashed again. This time, however, the sounds of the xiao and flute filled the arena simultaneously. The War God Hall and Ma Chao's side were greatly affected; their stamina seemed to be gradually drained by the music, and everyone was suddenly at a disadvantage.

Just as everyone was in despair, on a nearby mountain peak, an extremely beautiful woman in her thirties, holding a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither), sat atop the mountain accompanied by two maids. "The land is shattered, my home is destroyed. I have returned to Han, only to find demons running rampant, and the people suffering. Though I am but a weak woman, I can still do my part!" With that, she gently stroked the guzheng with her delicate hands, and a moving melody cascaded down from the mountaintop, instantly shattering the balance of the entire battlefield and gradually shifting the tide of battle for the War God Temple and Ma Chao's side from a passive to an active position.

The mysterious woman and Zhen Mi both looked towards the mountaintop, where they saw a beautiful woman playing the guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither) against their flute and xiao (another traditional Chinese flute) duet. Unwilling to give in, they immediately increased their intensity, putting all their effort into composing a magnificent piece. The beautiful young woman on the mountaintop bit her lip, gradually feeling the pressure from the flute and xiao duet, but she still frowned and worked hard on her guzheng. The two maids beside her were anxious but helpless. The lady was always kind-hearted and could have ignored this, but in the end, she still intervened.

As time passed, neither side could gain the upper hand. However, the mysterious woman, Zhen Mi, and the beautiful young woman were all drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked through. On the battlefield, everyone was wounded, yet they fought valiantly, none showing the slightest sign of retreat. If this continued, it would either be a matter of one side losing someone first, or everyone perishing together. The entire battle gradually formed an impenetrable space, where everyone's life and death were almost entirely intertwined.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the spot where the Phoenix Snow Qilin Disc had violently trembled earlier. It was Zhao Ying, the one who had broken the red-clad woman's and the Four Demons' Dream Formation. After a brief rest, his heart pain subsided, and he stepped out of the Dream Formation. As soon as he emerged, the air in the sky became refreshingly clean, and he couldn't help but take several deep breaths of this incredibly fresh air. However, the next second, he keenly sensed that many people were engaged in fierce combat not far away. Without time to think, he leaped to the vicinity of the battle. He saw that the chaotic battle had reached an inseparable point, and everyone involved was covered in wounds, a truly gruesome sight. Because the battle between the flute and the zither had also reached a point of intense engagement, recklessly entering the fray would likely result in everyone's lives hanging by a thread. Therefore, Zhao Ying had no choice but to unleash his full power. A golden light shot out from Zhao Ying's hand, surging into the battle with an extremely domineering aura, forcefully tearing the entire space apart. In an instant, everyone involved in the fierce battle collapsed to the ground. Including the three women playing the flute and xiao and the guzheng, everyone was rendered powerless in that instant. However, Zhao Ying's situation was no better. The full-force attack had caused his chest to ache a second time. He clutched his chest, clearly feeling a slight crack in his heart, which then began to slowly heal. He could no longer easily exert his full strength, but the cleanup work had to continue. So he slowly walked into the battlefield, his magnetic voice ringing in everyone's ears: "Are you demons going to take matters into your own hands, or should I send you on your way?" All eyes on those lying on the ground focused on Zhao Ying. Beneath his handsome face, a subtle yet powerful aura emanated from him. His calm smile reflected an all-knowing confidence, and his sincere eyes held a sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at him. "Brother Ying!" "Guild Leader!" "Handsome Brother Ying!" The members of the War God Hall were overjoyed. They all called out to Zhao Ying, and although they addressed him differently, they could not suppress their excitement.