Auspicious lights continuously fell from the horizon. War generals from the full war department were all rushing over, but the newly arrived unlucky war generals never expected to run headfirst into Zhongshan Dijun and Xiaolong Jun. Before they could even speak, they were frozen by Zhongshan Dijun, while Xiaolong Jun behind him, as if they’d coordinated, came up and delivered a thorough beating, smashing all their bones. The pain made them cry out for their fathers and mothers one by one.
Above the sea of clouds, it had almost become a frozen world. Countless war generals were either frozen into ice sculptures or had already perished, their divine bodies not yet having time to dissipate as clear qi.
As expected, dealing with three Gonggong Dajuns—this was simply a nightmare.
Xuan Yi spun like a falling leaf onto the nine-headed lion’s back, frightening it so much it nearly rolled down from the sea of clouds. A hand caught her arm, and then she fell into a familiar suffocating embrace.
The sword qi transforming into deity earlier must have exhausted him completely. His rapid breathing sprayed by her ear. From wounds not yet healed, fresh blood surged out. Divine blood soaked through his clothes, sticking to the skin on her back, actually making her feel hot.
In the distance, Qing Yan and Father’s blizzard was devouring heaven and earth. The collision of auspicious light with auspicious light—soundless yet intense.
Actually, she never wanted to see any of this, not even a little bit.
“This time you must be obedient.”
Fucang pressed his forehead against the top of her head, hugging her tightly. The wooden sword’s golden dragon once again swallowed her into its belly to protect her. Just as he was about to rise on the wind, a chill suddenly surged sharply in his heart. Instinct made him transform into a whirlwind, dodging to the side. He only heard the sharp and mournful sound of tearing through air, racing like lightning from an extremely distant place to his side. The crimson deity-slaying arrow mercilessly broke through the night wind, carrying the trembling sound of slaughter, shooting toward the frozen world on the sea of clouds.
The Houyi Arrows? They even used something like this.
Fucang flew rapidly into the sea of clouds, but saw these completely blind Houyi Arrows along the way—who knows how many innocent war generals they had grazed or killed. The various deities who could dodge far had already dodged far away. The unlucky ones frozen and unable to move could only secretly pray that this blind deity-slaying weapon wouldn’t pierce their own bodies.
Nearly strangled unconscious by ice dragons in the sea of clouds, Gouchen Dadi still refused to give up his irritable fury through gritted teeth, roaring loudly: “Qingyuan Dadi! Take back the Houyi Arrows!”
Who would have expected that Qingyuan Dadi in the extreme distance had already fainted from pain himself? Once the Houyi Arrows’ seal was released, they only rushed toward wherever divine power fluctuated. Qingyuan Dadi, who had opened the seal, became the first victim. Not having time to dodge, he was forcibly penetrated through the ribs by an arrow.
This arrow gathered the great resentment of mortals. The wounds it caused were like severe poison to the various deities, even worse than turbid qi infection. The Rejuvenation Technique was completely useless. Watching countless grazed war generals fall one after another, Gouchen Dadi lamented aloud for the first time.
This was truly weaving a cocoon to bind oneself. To deal with a fallen celestial deity barely thirty thousand years old, Qingyuan Dadi had rashly activated a deity-slaying weapon. As a result, not only did he doom himself, he also harmed so many unlucky war generals.
Suddenly, this blind arrow rapidly rushed into the domain of the Zhuyin Clan’s wind and snow. As if entering uninhabited territory, it transformed into a beautiful blood light, immediately about to pierce into Qing Yan’s back.
Seemingly sensing the overwhelming crisis, Qing Yan hurriedly shifted to the side, but was ultimately a step too late. The crimson arrow penetrated his shoulder, bringing out a great gush of divine blood. He paled from pain, staggering several steps. The scent of so many celestial deities’ blood made the arrow joyful and excited. It whistled, made a turn at high altitude, then transformed into a blood light and shot rapidly again.
At this moment, it was too late to dodge again. Zhongshan Dijun hurriedly summoned several ice walls. Only the sound of heaven-shaking shattering could be heard. In his urgency, he kicked Qing Yan, making him stagger. He saw that beautiful blood light had arrived before his face in a flash. His chest heated—the blood light had already passed through his body and leaped toward the firmament.
“Hey!”
Qing Yan grabbed hold of Dijun’s body. He had been opened with a hole right in the center of his chest. Icy divine blood sprayed out. The expression on Zhongshan Dijun’s face was very strange. Suddenly he raised his hand to press against the wound on his chest. So this was what the pain of being pierced through the chest felt like—experiencing it for the first time in his life. Yet he had let this kind of painful suffering harm his own daughter for so many years without knowing it at all.
The blood-stained hand slowly lifted from his chest again, grabbing Qing Yan’s arm: “Take little sister and flee.”
How could they flee without Dijun’s abilities?! Qing Yan didn’t know whether it was anger or something else—who told him to meddle?! Besides adding trouble for his children, could this guy do anything else?!
The sharp sound of slaughter came again. Fucang hurriedly threw out Chun Jun, transforming into ten thousand tides that instantly spread around them. The Heavenly Treasure Sword collided with the deity-slaying weapon. Wind rose and clouds surged—a terrible massive sound resonated across the horizon.
“Still not capturing these few who have betrayed the Heavenly Dao?!” The ice dragons on Gouchen Dadi’s body finally disappeared. He couldn’t care about how many bones in his body were broken, only roaring hoarsely.
The remaining war generals had no choice but to continue rushing forward one after another, trying to subdue Qing Yan, who was gradually unable to move from his injuries, and Fucang, who was busy trapping the Houyi Arrows. In the past when dealing with Demon Lord Dajuns, beating dogs in the water was the process they enjoyed most, but the current situation didn’t make them happy at all.
The turbid qi suddenly became extremely thick. Dense pitch-black snowflakes fluttered and fell. The next moment, they covered the entire sea of clouds. War generals who accidentally entered this domain were immediately frozen like black crystal divine statues.
Fucang hurriedly looked down, only to see the wooden sword at his waist had already shattered into pieces. That snow-colored slender figure they had fought desperately to protect flickered like a butterfly flitting among flowers in the pitch-black blizzard, about to fly toward her father and brother. But the turbid qi made her body heavy and unable to soar. She fell hard from the clouds, transforming into a massive dragon covered in turbid qi, tumbling and soaring beneath the cloud layer, unable to fly up no matter what.
Why did she come? She didn’t want at all for those most important ones she had finally managed to protect to come here and do these things for her. That way, wouldn’t all the suffering she had endured and blood she had shed before be completely wasted? Making her carry three debts and live a life of constantly being hunted—she didn’t want to live that kind of life.
In a flash of lightning and flint, dense zither strings silently lurked and arrived. Xuan Yi only felt a tightness on her body—she was bound tightly from head to toe. Several massive crossbow bolts followed immediately after. She could no longer dodge and was forcibly penetrated through her dragon body by a crossbow bolt. Ice-cold blood fell like a sudden rain.
She abruptly manifested her human form, broke free from the zither strings, and fell to the cliff’s edge as a dark wind.
Not far away, the Emperor’s Mulberry was blown by the wind, again making sounds like rain falling—only this time, it should be a rainstorm.
Xuan Yi waved her long sleeve. One hundred and eight black crystal-like ice dragons completely blocked out the desolate cold moonlight, then instantly shattered into countless pitch-black ice blades that mercilessly swept toward the war generals. Where the ice blades grazed and pierced, crazy turbid qi surged out. The intense pain made the war generals nearly faint.
Sorry—she didn’t obey this last time either. It’s better not to look here. Her blood had dirtied his clothes. This scene wouldn’t be very pleasant.
She exhaled a breath. Several pitch-black ice walls stretched across heaven and earth. A blizzard like the vast and profound night bloomed on the sea of clouds. She could indeed be this awesome.
Techniques and divine weapons collided against the ice walls with earth-shattering sounds wave after wave. Suddenly, that sword qi transforming into tide that had been entangled with the Houyi Arrows turned direction as if out of control. Ten thousand tides roared violently and ferociously. The ice walls were instantly shattered, about to cut this fallen celestial deity into pieces.
Just as that snow-colored figure was about to be swallowed by the tide, before Gouchen Dadi’s word “good” could be shouted from his throat, he saw that massive tide seemingly suddenly flattened by an invisible pressure aura. Then it abruptly transformed into a golden dragon, obediently opening its brilliant golden mouth and swallowing the Zhuyin Clan princess into its belly in one gulp.