People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

How can anyone accept this situation!

Donghuang Taiyi did not continue his attack on Wuming and Gongsun Long.

He shouted, "Star Soul, run!"

Lu Goujian roared, "Die!"

To replace the will of Heaven with one's own.

Lu Goujian simply waved his wooden sword into the air.

Xinghun, who had just run ten meters away, was struck by lightning and fell straight to the ground.

Donghuang Taiyi took a deep breath.

Xinghun appeared unharmed, but he knew that Xinghun's soul had been destroyed and he was beyond dead.

Even he had to take Lu Goujian's Heavenly Will Sword seriously, let alone Xinghun, who wasn't even a Grandmaster.

Jing Ke risked his life to save Yun Zhongjun, severely wounding him, and then rushed to Lu Goujian's side.

"Uncle Lu!"

Lu Goujian, panting heavily, said in a strong voice, "What are you howling about? You're not quite dead yet!"

Jing Ke chuckled foolishly.

"Stop howling, stop howling."

Lu Goujian pointed at Yanri and said, "Go, kill that faceless man for me!"

Jing Ke was covered in sword wounds and swallowed a mouthful of spicy wine.

"Uncle Lu, please wait!"

Lu Goujian saw Jing Ke leave and reluctantly got up.

His gaze turned to Donghuang Taiyi with a deep, lingering intensity.

Chapter 113 Heavenly Will, Slaying Gods

"Brother Cao Ze, I'm here to help you!"

Jing Ke gripped his fine steel sword and fearlessly slashed at Yan Ri, venting his anger.

The pressure of the occultation increased sharply.

Even in a one-on-one fight, he was confident he could defeat Jing Ni.

But now, facing a three-on-one attack, he was already struggling to keep up.

Cao Ze stared intently at Yan Ri.

The Yin Five Thunders on his palm remained hidden and unleashed.

He knew he only had one chance; if he failed to kill Yan Ri on the first try, Yan Ri would simply run away.

Jing Ke seemed to realize what Cao Ze was planning to do.

At the very moment Jingni attacked Yanri, he simultaneously drew his sword and shouted, "Ten-Step Kill, Celestial Immortal!"

The two sharp sword energies that attacked simultaneously from Jing Ni and Jing Ke made Yan Ri's heart sink slightly.

"Yin prevails over daytime..."

Before Yan Ri could use Yan Ri's unique sword moves again.

Cao Ze, having seized the opportunity, shouted in a low voice: "Thunder Transformation Technique!"

Before Jing Ke and Jing Ni could attack Yan Ri, he dashed forward at high speed over a short distance using the Thunder Transformation Technique, like a bolt of lightning.

The Yin Five Thunders in his palm instantly converged together.

Yan Ri's eyes widened in shock; he hadn't expected that Jing Ni and Jing Ke's swordplay was just a feint.

The real killer move actually came from this young man.

Cao Ze sneered, "Thunder Magic Thunder Cutter!"

His palm was like a sharp sword, slashing straight down at Yan Ri's chest.

If it were to be cleaved solidly, it could split the sun in two on the spot.

Yan Ri was, after all, a veteran half-step grandmaster, and had extensive experience in assassination.

In a mere instant, Yan Ri used a secret technique to shift three inches horizontally across the ground.

The specially made iron armor he was wearing was torn apart like cloth by Cao Ze's lightning strike, with the iron plates flying everywhere.

Just as Cao Ze was feeling a little regretful that he hadn't been able to kill Yan Ri directly, he was surprised to see that among the flying iron pieces, there was a small scroll that he hadn't managed to cut in half.

A wound, one inch deep and one foot long, appeared on Yan Ri's chest.

He noticed the scroll on his chest had fallen off, and just as he was about to retrieve it, Jing Ni and Jing Ke's swords were already thrusting at him.

Faced with the choice between surviving and retrieving the scroll that was suspected to be related to the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, Yan Ri chose the former.

When Cao Ze picked up the scroll, which was small, exquisite, yet surprisingly sturdy, Yan Ri coughed up blood after being hit.

He gave Cao Ze a gloomy look, then staggered towards Donghuang Taiyi.

At that moment, the black and white sisters, who had been waiting in the bushes for a while, returned.

Seeing Xinghun lying lifeless on the ground, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

It should be noted that among the current Yin-Yang School, besides Donghuang Taiyi, Xinghun is almost the second strongest. Even Dongjun and Yueshen, who are at the same level, are weaker than him.

He was once rated by Lord Donghuang as the strongest person who had the best chance of becoming a Grandmaster within three years.

And so, he died silently.

Seeing the Black and White Sisters return, Yun Zhongjun asked coldly, "Foolish! You actually got dumped!"

Shao Siming said, "He is very fast; we sisters can't catch up with him."

Yan Ri recalled Cao Ze's sudden surge in speed and felt a chill run down her spine.

They quickly summoned Xuan Jian to protect them.

Yun Zhongjun picked up his left forearm, which had been severed by Gongzi Mou in a sneak attack, wondering if Xu Fu could help him reattach it.

Cao Ze looked at Yan Ri, who was hiding behind Donghuang Taiyi, and thought about the scroll.

If Yan Ri can keep it close to his body, he'll have to study it carefully when he returns to Handan City.

Just as Cao Ze was thinking about the scroll, a loud shout came from Lu Goujian's side.

"Jing Ke, today I will risk my life to practice swordsmanship. How much you can comprehend depends on your destiny!"

"Uncle Lu..."

Jing Ke's nose stung, but he forced himself not to shed tears.

The butcher, carrying the road on his back, sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing their leader in such a state, they could only sigh helplessly.

This matter must be reported back to the central government to mobilize tens of thousands of Mohist knights-errant from the Chu Kingdom to attack the Yin-Yang School on the Goddess Peak of Wushan Mountain in Chu Kingdom and avenge the Grand Master!

The nameless man said loudly, "Master Lu, this junior will lend you a hand today!"

"Hanguang·Zuowang!"

The nameless man gripped the hilt of the Han Guang sword, expending all his energy, and pointed the sword at Lu Goujian.

Having already exerted his divine will once and was somewhat exhausted, Lu Goujian seemed to have forgotten everything, and all of his physical potential was unleashed at this moment.

With a soft hum of the wooden sword, he stepped into the Grandmaster realm!

"Thanks, Nameless!"

"Donghuang Taiyi! Come!"

Donghuang Taiyi looked at Lu Goujian, who had now reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

"Today I'll see if you, now a Grandmaster, can actually injure me with the Heavenly Will Sword."

Cao Ze looked on in surprise as Donghuang Taiyi took out a sword.

I never expected that Donghuang Taiyi could also use a sword.

Wei Gongzi Mou's gaze was fixed on Donghuang Taiyi's sword.

"The Yin-Yang Sword is ranked fourth among the ten famous swords in the sword manual."

Gongsun Long clutched his chest and said, "In the world of swordsmen, the Sword Saint and the Sword Demon are revered. For Donghuang Taiyi to use a sword is nothing but self-humiliation."

Wei Gongzi Mou shook his head slightly, "This sword was originally a famous Taoist sword, but it was later taken away by the Yin Yang School."

According to Taoist records, this sword is different from other famous swords. It is yin inside and yang outside, with the sword as the scabbard. The outer sword is white like jade, and the inner sword is as black as ink.

"Unlike swords that seek to kill with their sharpness, this sword can assist those who cultivate the Yin-Yang Way in performing more powerful Yin-Yang techniques."

Lu Goujian snorted coldly. When it came to swordsmanship, he had never been afraid of anyone!

"Ink Sword - Heavenly Will!"

Donghuang Taiyi's gaze was cold.

"Yin Sword - Soul Transformation Technique - God Slayer!"

Compared to other swordsmen whose sword energy often surges and roars, the duel between the two grandmasters was almost completely silent.

But everyone understood that this touched upon a higher level of swordsmanship.

When essence, energy, and spirit are combined, and the contest is between the soul and spirit, it becomes even more dangerous.

Cao Ze felt a mental shock; just being affected by it made him feel uncomfortable.

He had experienced this kind of situation with the Old Celestial Master before, a complete crushing defeat in terms of spiritual realm.

The cold winter wind blew like a sword.

Lu Goujian stood like a sword, his sword intent still sharp, as if he were fighting against the heavens, yet he made no sound.

Donghuang Taiyi slowly sheathed the Yin-Yang Sword.