Chapter 673: A Clean Sweep, Pursuing the Fleeing Enemy (Part 2)

Chapter 673: Chapter 277: A Clean Sweep, Pursuing the Fleeing Enemy (Part 2)

Visible to the naked eye, the bloodlust in their eyes and the violent aura around them quickly dissipated, as if they had never appeared.

“Ah, I surrender…”

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

“Wife, where are you, I’m so scared…”

Everywhere, the sound of thousands wailing and crying for mercy echoed, and a large swath of people knelt and begged for their lives.

The soldiers of Beizhou finally showed fear in their eyes.

Screaming, they turned and ran.

“It really works.”

Han Xiaoru sighed, watching the scene before her.

This green light enveloping them wasn’t anything else, it was, of course, the light of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Before setting out, Chen Ping had anticipated this and knew that the black aura hovering over the Northern Land was no good.

If that emotion-influencing, mind-controlling evil… technique wasn’t cleared, capturing the city would be useless; it would just be gaining a ruin, and don’t even talk about increasing fortune, not getting backlash would be lucky.

It’s said that the Bodhisattva fears causality, but all living beings fear the consequences.

Although Chen Ping wasn’t afraid to kill enemies on the battlefield, and national fortune could take on those grievances,

no matter how you look at it, excessive killing is always bad.

Especially since gaining Fortune requires more living beings and the more the better.

Random killing isn’t a matter of having compassion or not, it’s genuinely blocking the path.

In this sense, there is good reason for the Divine Martial Realm not to interfere in the wars of the dynasty.

Unfortunately, not many people adhere to it.

Especially within the Nine Demon Suppression Halls, where certain cultivators with improper mindsets treat ordinary people like ants, and they don’t care about these people’s lives; they’ll do anything to achieve their goals.

The other side can do whatever it takes.

Chen Ping won’t.

In these days, while deploying troops at the border, entangling and confronting foes, he organized internal matters and increased the nation’s fortune, at the same time refining the “Longevity Sword.”

This Longevity Sword, on the surface, looks like a sword and when unleashed, its power is extraordinary, comparable to a top-grade dharma instrument.

But it is actually not a weapon.

Instead, it’s a so-called “Ascension” token.

Its greatest function is to penetrate the laws’ great net governing this island and send out a signal, awaiting aid.

After refining the Longevity Sword, Chen Ping understood.

If he wanted to join the Nine Demon Suppression Halls, he only needed to silently chant a spell in his heart, activate the sword’s brilliance, and it would alarm the halls, likely prompting the experts from Azure Dragon Hall to come and assist.

Of course, according to Weifu Bo, Azure Dragon Hall is currently in chaos, and it’s uncertain if anyone would respond.

There’s a high chance the signal would be intercepted by the Imperial Extreme Hall.

It could even be intercepted and slaughtered by enemy forces.

These words were quite interesting.

Hearing this, Chen Ping decided not to easily use the Longevity Sword Order, at least not to signal the Nine Demon Suppression Halls.

At most, he would use the White Jade Sword Order, circling territories and sending signals, invoking the power of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Just as Han Xiaoru did now.

The signal of the Longevity Sword soared, the water screen of the Azure Dragon Seal connected and transferred the power, immediately bringing all the land south of this city into their own territory.

With the might of a magical treasure, expelling negative energy is, of course, a breeze.

Seeing that the city’s people returned to normal.

The Hu People cavalry lost all morale, Han Xiaoru face full of joy, she charged forward with the Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber.

This time, without the people charging like ants without fear of death, she fought boldly, merely two strikes severed the bowstring in Sandalwood Platform Mirror’s hands, cut off the scimitar, and her sword-like knife rotated, encircling Sandalwood Platform Mirror within.

In the next moment, it seemed she would slay this great general of Beizhou under her sword.

Panicked, Sandalwood Platform Mirror cried out for help.

“Save me.”

“Today, no one can save you.”

Han Xiaoru said coldly.

The momentum of her blade increased.

“Little girl, you’re not big, but you talk so big, step back.”

With a rumbling sound, in the middle of Qiuyuan City, the ground suddenly cracked open, countless branches like giant serpents howled fiercely, striking towards Han Xiaoru.

The branches were covered in old bark like scales, and Han Xiaoru’s blade just touched them and felt incredibly strenuous, cutting white tree sap that splattered like torrential rain, yet she couldn’t get through.

The ten thousand cavalry charging behind her also stopped simultaneously.

“Celestial Witch Muli.”

She furrowed her brows and shouted, “If you don’t act now, when will you?”

From a rooftop in the distance, a youthful, light laugh sounded, “This one’s mine.”

A moonlight-like radiance suddenly appeared, shining right on the ancient tree emerging from the ground.

The branches whipping like a violent storm suddenly stopped, seemingly becoming just a harmless giant tree.

A white fox, its steps indistinct, as if it were dancing a ritual, its eyes flashing with green light, with the white fur on its head soaked, evidently strained.

But, in the end, it completed its task.

Han Xiaoru silently praised, thinking that this little fox, although usually unreliable and as childish as a three-year-old, was really efficient when it came to fighting.

This Mirror Flower Water Moon Technique, even Chen Ping almost fell for it back then, and Cui Huchen, leading thirty thousand troops, was played like a fool by her. One can only imagine how troublesome it is?

Venerable Muli of the Celestial Witchcraft Sect, struck by her illusion technique, probably wouldn’t be able to escape anytime soon.

Han Xiaoru let out a low growl, “Shenxiao…”

On her body, Purple Thunder surged, transforming into a streak of lightning, crackling and advancing forward rapidly, passing through the gaps in the branches, and sweeping past Sandalwood Platform Mirror.