From the Valkyrie to the Endless

What Zhao Yu needs to do is to win over the hearts of people who are intimidated by her power. It is the best situation for her to be dissatisfied with the commander-in-chief but secretly grateful to the Marshal.

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After the infantry from the rear arrived and completed their rest, the army quickly set out again and began to advance towards the heart of Tianchan Kingdom, continuing to capture cities and territories.

Led by several generals who had reached the highest level of innate perfection, the army was unstoppable in this small country in the northern region without encountering any obstacles. In just half a month, they captured thirteen cities, penetrated deep into the heart of the Tianchan Kingdom, and approached the imperial capital.

The army was not stopped until it reached a pass less than fifty miles away from the imperial capital of Tianchan Kingdom.

The general defending the city was a sturdy man over nine feet tall, wearing a leather armor, with his arms and legs completely exposed. His muscles were knotted and his body was gray and blue like rocks. He had a rough face and green eyes, looking as fierce as a wild beast. In his hand was a huge bronze spear, which was shining with cold light.

Three innate and perfect generals joined forces, but they could not get close to him. After just a few rounds, they were at a disadvantage and in danger.

This man was born with a special appearance and obviously had supernatural powers. He could stand alone against ten thousand men. Although he had not yet reached the level of a grandmaster, his strength was enough to rival that of a grandmaster. He could be said to be able to defeat ten thousand men. Such a physique was quite amazing.

Tens of thousands of troops broke through the pass several times in succession, but were repelled by this man alone. More than a thousand were killed or injured, and several vanguard generals were injured with varying degrees of severity.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was stalemate for nearly two hours.

At the back of the battlefield, under the large banner with the word Zhao on it, Shen Qing stood on his horse, his eyes slightly narrowed, his already limited patience gradually worn away.

Another charge was repelled, with wailing everywhere and morale plummeting. Those with weak courage could hardly hold their swords. Amid the shouts and curses of many generals, the two groups began to organize the next charge.

"Just a bunch of pigs and dogs!"

A roar was heard above the pass, and a big man in leather armor laughed loudly towards the sky. The huge bronze spear in his hand had already been stained red with blood. As he swung the spear, a violent airflow was created, making a buzzing sound.

Shen Qing suddenly raised his hand and took the spear in the hand of a soldier beside him. The true energy in his body surged, and the tendons in his arms were tightened like a strong bow. The next moment, the spear shot out like an arrow from a bow!

boom--

The sharp spear instantly pierced through the big man's chest. The burly figure over nine feet tall flew backwards, and after breaking through several thick bluestone barriers in succession, there was no movement at all.

woo-

After a few breaths, the piercing scream of the sound barrier being pierced finally reached the top of the pass and lingered for a long time.

A scream was heard inside the pass, and more than ten pigeons took off and flapped their wings towards the direction of the Tianchan Imperial Capital.

Shen Qing ignored the pigeons that brought the message and rode forward: "Enter the pass."

After losing the general guarding the city, the pass fell into Shen Qing's hands in just a moment.

Stepping onto the pass, looking at the body of the big man being carried out by several soldiers, Shen Qing raised her hand and dipped a trace of blood on his chest, and lines of words appeared before her eyes.

[Bloodline: Barbarian Dragon Clan]

[Cultivation: Peak of Level 1]

[Status: Near death (not awakened)]

Most people who are born different from ordinary people have different bloodlines in their bodies, but as long as they do not awaken, they will remain ordinary people.

The one who can inherit the bloodline must be at least a true god-level strongman, and has stepped into the seventh level of existence. With cultivation level reaching the level of gods, it is easy for him to pick stars and embrace the moon.

The bloodline of the Barbarian Dragon Clan seemed to be more biased towards the physical body. Although he was shot in the heart, he was not dead yet, which really surprised Shen Qing.

With this big man's current physical foundation, it is not impossible for his combat power to directly enter the ranks of grandmasters after awakening.

While thinking, Shen Qing's palm had already touched the big man's throat, and with a slight sound, he twisted his neck.

The soldiers who were carrying the corpse felt a chill in their hearts as they watched Shen Qing's departing back.

Rather than being like a human, Shen Qing looked more like a Rakshasa in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 77: The Imperial Capital is in turmoil, and the evil spirits are bleeding

A fierce general who was able to fight against an army of tens of thousands was killed by Shen Qing with one blow from miles away. Such ferocity was truly shocking.

The discussions in the army became much quieter for a while. At most, people would complain in their hearts, but no one dared to make too many criticisms. The nickname of Silver-faced Rakshasa gradually spread in the army.

After occupying the pass, the army rested for half a day and then set out again, advancing towards the capital of Tianchan Kingdom.

The army marched for a day and advanced more than forty miles. It stopped when it was ten miles away from the imperial capital.

The gates of the imperial capital were wide open, and nearly 20,000 people knelt on both sides of the official road, stretching for more than ten miles.

The King of Tianchan, who had just turned fifty, led the royal family and went ten miles out of the city to beg for surrender. It was obvious that he had received the letter sent by carrier pigeon and did not intend to resist anymore.

Shen Qing's gaze swept across the crowd and stopped on a middle-aged man in the back. The man was of medium build, with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes. He was kneeling on one knee with his head lowered. His expression could not be seen clearly, but the fluctuations of his energy and blood were extremely obvious, hot like a furnace, and he had obviously reached the level of a master.

After noticing Shen Qing's gaze, the man showed hesitation, his eyes struggled for a few breaths, and finally he pressed down the dagger in his sleeve, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed heavily.

The moment he saw Shen Qing, he already understood the gap between him and Shen Qing. If he forced himself to attack, he would only end up killing himself.

Shen Qing stared at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground with a hint of regret in his eyes. One master was enough to provide some energy to the sundial.

"We are willing to surrender. Please show mercy and stop harming our people."

The gray-haired king waited for a moment, and seeing that there was no movement behind him, his expression darkened. After saying something in a deep voice, he raised the jade plate in both hands above his head.

On the jade plate, there is a jade book and a red crown that symbolizes the supreme royal power.

"From this day forward, they are no longer your people."

Shen Qing replied calmly without getting off his horse. He raised his hand and caught the jade plate in the air, then handed it to Hao Yun who was following closely behind him. He then rode his horse through the official road full of kneeling figures and slowly stepped into the imperial capital.

The historian accompanying the army took note of the battle before him.

[On August 19, the army marched to Yunfan Pass. The general defending the city was brave and fought against ten thousand with one. The three armies were terrified and their advance was frustrated. Their morale plummeted. The main general Yue was extremely brave and killed the general with a spear in the midst of the army. The pass was then broken. Tiger threatened the king. The next day, the king of Tianchan led more than ten thousand people out of the city ten miles away to beg for surrender. The Tianchan Kingdom was destroyed.]

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The imperial capital of Daxia, Shengyang City.

There were almost no traces of the great battle a few months ago. The large tracts of land outside the city had been turned over several times and paved with a wide official road, with large acres of fertile fields on both sides of the road.

After being nourished by countless blood and flesh, the land is extremely fertile. The grain seeds planted a month ago have grown nearly a foot tall, are green and lush, and are growing well.

The city had long since returned to its former prosperity, with a constant stream of carriages and horses coming and going on the long streets. It was even more lively than before the war, even better than before.

Under the city gate, a white-haired old soldier leaned against the city wall with a spear in his arms, looking at the people entering and leaving the city with a dazed expression.

Ever since the Shen family was wiped out, things have gone wrong in this world. Demons have appeared, the prince was killed in the street, and the prince rebelled and was eventually beheaded.

In less than a year, too many big names died.

Now looking at the bustling city before his eyes, Tang Yan almost had a sense of unreality. Is the world really peaceful?

He always had the illusion that he was in a dream.

"stop!"

Just as he was lost in thought, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away. He tilted his head and looked, his pupils shrinking slightly.

A figure wearing a black cloak and a bamboo hat was stopped outside the gate of the imperial capital by the soldiers guarding the city.

After checking the pass, the young soldier guarding the city was still not satisfied and shouted:

"Take off your bamboo hat. Why are you hiding in broad daylight?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Tang Yan felt a chill in his heart and suddenly an inexplicable panic arose. He subconsciously took a few steps back and hid in a dark building on the side of the city gate.

"what!!!"

He had just entered the dark building when a horrible howl suddenly sounded from outside, with people shouting and horses neighing in chaos.

Tang Yan felt a chill on his back and looked out along the gap left by the dark building. He saw that the soldier who had just asked questions seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, lifted in the air, and squeezed into a ball of flesh without even a drop of blood flowing out.

Before he could react, the black-clothed figure wearing a bamboo hat leaped into the air and flew straight into the abyss. Immediately, a thunderous roar suddenly came from above his head:

"Yang Zongxian, come out and die!"

Before he could finish his words, the city wall that stretched for more than ten miles collapsed. The South City barrier that had stood for more than 3,400 years disappeared in an instant, flattened by a single palm.

Countless huge rocks were thrown up and fell from the sky, flying everywhere like a rain of rocks, almost covering the entire imperial capital and smashing countless buildings and shops. In an instant, tens of thousands of people were killed or injured, and countless lives were lost.

This palm strike, which was almost of divine power, had almost surpassed the limits of this era.

Deep inside the palace, Yang Zongxian, who was leaning against the dragon throne, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were bloodshot and his hair was as black as ink. His upper body was naked, and his body was covered with spiritual patterns engraved into his muscles and bones, with surging spiritual energy fluctuations.

Thousands of bluestones of varying sizes were scattered around the dragon throne. He held the ancient brass sword tightly in his hand. The spiritual patterns on the sword were mostly gone compared to before.

Yang Zongxian slowly stood up from the dragon throne, stepped on the purple gold boots, and walked with the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword left a deep scratch on the Golden Palace.

The entire palace was dead silent, without a trace of life.

Outside the palace, above the sky, a figure was hanging high in the sky. His hat and cloak had all disappeared, revealing his true appearance. He was a young man in his thirties, wearing red armor, with a handsome face and snow-white hair.

"You're the only one here?"

Disappointment was hidden in Yang Zongxian's eyes. He stepped into the sky step by step and spoke lightly:

"You are just a Gangsha, a mere ant, and you dare to try to shake the foundation of our Great Xia that has been there for more than 3,400 years with your own strength. It is ridiculous and overestimating yourself to think that an ant is trying to shake a tree."

"What if we are included?"

Before he finished speaking, two more people appeared in the sky, a man and a woman, of similar age, both in their forties, with snow-white hair. They were obviously old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, Yang Zongxian grinned: "Three people... are barely enough..."

click -

Before he finished speaking, the Anode Sword in his hand shook violently, and countless cracks appeared.

The terrifying sword energy burst out from the sword, tearing the sky apart. Above the entire Yuanzhou, the void instantly twisted, emitting a piercing scream, and a crisp sword chant resounded throughout the eight continents and four seas!

This is the last guarantee left by the founding emperor of Daxia. The Yangji Sword contains the sword energy of a great monk in the Shenzang Realm!

The day the sword was destroyed and the moment the sword energy was unsheathed, this is a secret that only the emperor would know.

What Yang Zongxi knew was only a part of it. The sword energy hidden in the Yangji Sword would not hurt the Yang family bloodline, but would kill all living beings within a radius of hundreds of feet without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Puff puff!

The three old ghosts in the Gangsha realm didn't even have the slightest time to react before this shocking sword energy. Their bodies, along with their protective magic weapons, were torn apart in an instant.

The blood filled with spiritual light scattered everywhere, not a drop fell onto the ground, all of it was gathered on top of Yang Zongxian's head and poured down on his head.