Chapter 675: Breaking Through Dragon City, Slaying Mingyu

High above.

Petals fell like rain, transforming into wisps of black mist, merging into the clear light like water.

The black light turned into a shadow, disappearing from sight in a flash, already a hundred miles away, fast enough to leave one dumbfounded.

Behind the black light was a golden sword light, transforming into a golden rainbow, crossing over mountains, closely following behind.

Only after a while did the sounds of thunderous explosions reach the ears, vibrating the eardrums.

“So fast, and the power is even stronger.”

Chi Yangzi glanced at his broken Magic Sword, his heart aching while clicking his tongue in amazement.

Previously, when Daoist Mingyu appeared, amidst flashes of light and shadow, he was completely unable to respond, relying on instinctive crisis sensing to block a move.

Just like that.

The Red Sun Sword was broken, the Dharma Body scattered, nearly destroying the Dao Foundation…

The opponent’s six arms were not merely additional hands.

Such weighty force akin to mountains and seas simultaneously attacked the soul and body, as if the great forces of Heaven and Earth were pressing down, leaving one utterly unable to resist.

It must be said, the Three Immortal Islands overseas all have Major Sect inheritances—common loose cultivators cannot compete with them.

That Black Lotus Platform, at a glance, is extraordinary, likely a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, and it’s normal that his top-grade Dharma Instrument was unable to block it.

He even suspected that Venerable Mingyu’s cultivation had reached Late-Stage Divine Martial.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been unable to withstand a single move from him.

Yet, such a formidable opponent was slain in retreat by His Majesty Emperor Yuu, a trail of defeat, dared not turn back to face the enemy.

Judging by the manner of how the petals fell from the lotus seat, it seems this possibly top-grade Spiritual Artifact is already damaged.

What an awe-inspiring presence.

In Yujing City that day, his Sword Technique spanned over a thousand miles, slaying the old ancestor of the Ji Family with magnificent sword power, and now it seems his sword attack has improved significantly.

This is certainly evident.

Because Chi Yangzi noticed something particularly curious.

Despite the sword light being overwhelming, as if slicing the sky into two.

Yet.

The Sword Rainbow traversing through the air did not harm the ordinary citizens of Qiuyuan City in the slightest, even the thunderous detonations were restrained to ten feet above the ground, and heard by the people within the city without being overly loud.

‘The sword splits the void, the sound is bound as a shield.’

Not only has the power increased substantially, but even the control has improved significantly.

“His Majesty’s cultivation advanced, his Sword Technique strengthened considerably, which is only natural, nothing strange about it.”

Monk Baoshu was in good spirits, calm.

Although two phases of his Six Phases were destroyed, requiring a substantial period to restore.

But having narrowly escaped death, witnessing Venerable Mingyu flee like a beaten dog, there was nothing to hold a grudge about.

He simply smiled and said, “Dao brother, have you thought about the length of His Majesty’s cultivation, what’s there to compare?”

“Indeed so.”

Chi Yangzi nodded silently.

Comparing oneself to others is infuriating.

In just two brief periods, his two hundred years of cultivation were surpassed, sometimes things and people defy all reason.

“Shall we go follow and take a look…”

His words trailed off as a great gust rose beside him, a shrill sound piercing the sky, a large Cyan Simurgh riding the wind, already flown dozens of miles ahead.

No need to ask.

As the Cyan Simurgh revealed its True Form, a streak of golden light sped across the earth, faster than the gold light was a thin white beam, leaping over mountains, and it too was gone.

The monkey and fox also followed suit.

“Let’s go too, to witness Emperor Yuu subduing demons?”

Old Monk Baoshu couldn’t resist, inviting a stream of energy into the sky, tracking the aura, transforming into electric light, leaping forward, matching speed step by step.

Chi Yangzi shook his head, carefully collected the two pieces of Broken Sword, with fiery brilliance around him, he crossed through city and over mountains, closely pursuing.

Not only was he going to observe Chen Ping dealing with Venerable Mingyu, mainly he was worried the opponent had ambush prepared, intending to lend a helping hand.

That was his thought.

“I wish I could go too.”

Han Xiaoru sighed with a forlorn expression but ultimately stayed put.

It’s not that she couldn’t keep up.

But as the Main General of the forty thousand troops, the responsibility on her shoulders wouldn’t allow her to leave the army unattended.

“Sweep the city, those who resist stubbornly, execute!”

Han Xiaoru’s voice was icy.

She directed the encirclement and annihilation of the scattered Beizhou Hu Cavalry, along with the soldiers in the city.

“Those who surrender will be spared; the usual rule—Hu People are also valuable labor. His Majesty says they’re useful for bridge building, road repairs, mining, and farming.”

“Yes.”

Han Xiaoru’s prestige was now immense.

Especially amongst these tens of thousands of troops.

Even those who initially were skeptical of her as a womanfighter, after several battles, were convinced and respectful.

Her orders had no opposition.

Moreover, Han Xiaoru often invoked Chen Ping’s authority for issuing commands, smoothing the way further.

Even veterans like Cui Huchen, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise General who joined the ranks one after another did not speak against her, only following orders.

“I truly wish to partake in this final battle.”

Han Xiaoru lamented slightly, glancing northward far away, accepting the Crescent Treasure Light Halberd from her personal guard, she spurred her horse into the fray.

This weapon may be far superior in quality to the Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber, but whenever she wielded it, it never felt as comfortable as the Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber. She thought to herself, perhaps consulting her junior brother to think of a way to reforge this weapon as a worthy endeavor.