Chaer fell silent. Yes, Jinxiang was still here.
"Actually, you don't need to be in a difficult position." Ye Xingchen waved his right hand, and several leaves floated in his palm. These leaves were extremely soft and had no harmful power whatsoever.
However, in Ye Xingchen's hands, these leaves instantly became deadly weapons.
With a flick of his finger, the leaves materialized into sharp blades and flew toward Jin Xiang.
*Thud...* The leaf pierced Jin Xiang's heart. Jin Xiang's eyes widened, and then he fell straight to the ground, clearly lifeless.
"Ye Xingchen...you killed my young city lord, you will die a horrible death!" Chaer roared, pulling a signal device from his waist, ready to send a signal to the mountain to raze the command post to the ground.
"Nothing you've done is meaningless, really." Ye Xingchen sighed softly, then grabbed with his right hand, and Chi Xiao appeared in his hand.
With a surge of energy, Ye Xingchen rose into the air, slowly raising the Crimson Cloud in his hand. Countless dark clouds rapidly gathered towards him, forming a massive vortex above his head.
The enormous vortex slowly spun, peeling away layer by layer. In Ye Xingchen's hand, the Crimson Sky Sword manifested a sword beam over ten feet long, and this sword beam continued to expand and extend...
"General, your order is to destroy the command post, are you sure?" The message from the defending troops on the position came through Chaer's walkie-talkie.
"Confirmed, happening, immediately..." Char roared as he stared in shock at Ye Xingchen in mid-air.
On Giant Spirit Peak, a Red Sleeve Army captain stared in shock at Ye Xingchen, who was floating in mid-air.
Ye Xingchen is currently tens of meters above the ground, almost level with the entire Giant Spirit Peak.
Having received confirmation of the command post's destruction, the captain gritted his teeth and roared, "Attack the command post! Full firepower, immediately..."
With his command, the cannons were turned and pointed at the command post on the mountainside. With just one more order, the cannons would fire in unison, and the hilltop where the command post was located would be razed to the ground.
However... they no longer had a chance.
The sword light of Chixiao in Ye Xingchen's hand kept extending and getting longer, eventually condensing into a ten-zhang sword light, illuminating the entire dark night sky.
"You ants, wielding great power, think you control the truth of the world?"
A sound like thunder suddenly rang out, and Ye Xingchen raised his sword and brought it down, a ten-zhang sword light slashing down towards Giant Spirit Peak.
"But how can ants know the will of Heaven?"
As his voice fell, a ten-foot-long sword light landed heavily on the massive Giant Spirit Peak.
Boom... A tremendous roar resounded as Ye Xingchen's all-out sword strike cleaved the massive Tongtian Peak in two.
With a deafening roar and billowing dust, the broken, isolated peak crashed down, heading directly towards the camp of the Mist Hidden Mountain garrison.
The powerful artillery fire on Giant Spirit Peak and a large contingent of the Red Sleeve Legion were completely annihilated, while the military camp at the foot of the mountain was crushed by the falling 10,000-ton peak, with no survivors.
This sword strike, with its chilling light stretching for miles, illuminated the entire night sky.
Ye Xingchen's sword cleaved the entire Giant Spirit Peak flat. He slowly landed on the flattened peak and shouted towards Jinluo City, thirty kilometers away: "Jin Zhihuan, I, Ye Xingchen, have come! I want the entire city of Jinluo to pay for the life my father, Ye Jinyu, took."
The enormous sound, like a thunderclap, traveled far and wide, heading straight for Jinluo City. All the lights in Jinluo City lit up, and all the forces went up to the high buildings, gazing in the direction of Wuyin Mountain.
Meanwhile, in Jinluo City, in the city lord's mansion, a one-to-one replica of the Qianqing Palace, Jin Zhihuan suddenly opened his eyes and murmured, "Ye Xingchen... he's here?"
Si Qianyu looked up at Ye Xingchen atop the distant, flattened, solitary peak, her eyes shining brightly.
On that day, Ye Xingchen also used the power of a single sword to flatten the mountain peak of the Three Thousand Towers. The Three Thousand Misty Rain Towers disappeared from the world from that moment on.
The mountain peak of Sanqianlou was much smaller than the current Juling Peak.
And in just one year, his strength has developed to such a terrifying level.
This man is getting more and more handsome the more you look at him.
The world admires the strong, and women are no exception.
Meanwhile, Su Ruochu slowly counted the beads in her hand and silently recited the Diamond Sutra.
She knew that with Ye Xingchen's sword strike, the gears of fate had begun to turn.
Her heart was firmly on Ye Xingchen's side; their fates were now intertwined. As for where they would ultimately end up, she didn't know.
But none of that matters anymore; as long as I can help him, that's enough.
Char's legs trembled slowly, and then he knelt down with a thud. His face was full of terror, because Ye Xingchen's strength was beyond his comprehension.
His face was ashen. It was over. Misty Hidden Mountain was finished. Just now, the giant peak fell directly into the military camp. Of the thousand garrison soldiers, except for some sentries and patrols who didn't escape the calamity while in the camp, the rest were all buried.
"I'm giving you a task." Zhang Shihao kicked Chaer: "Take Jin Xiang's body back to Jinluo City. Let me give you a piece of advice: after you send it back, go as far away as you can and don't come back. If you want to leave after noon tomorrow, it will be too late."
Chaer struggled to his feet, picked up Jin Xiang, who was already cold from the ground, got into a car, and drove towards Jinluo City.
Zhang Shih-hao sighed, then went up to the flattened, solitary peak with Su Ruo-chu and Si Qian-yu.
Giant Spirit Peak, hundreds of meters high, had been shaved off by a third. Ye Xingchen stood on the flattened, solitary peak, looking at Jinluo City in the distance.
“What do you need? Tell us. I’m not strong enough to defeat those celestial phenomena, but my master told me that I can help you here.” Zhang Shihao, unusually, put away his carefree demeanor and looked at Ye Xingchen seriously.
"Do you know what this is?" Ye Xingchen took out a picture.
The picture is not large, only about the size of two palms, and is dark brown in color. It also looks tattered.
The picture simply outlines mountains and rivers. Although it looks simple, there is a great power contained in these rough lines.
"What is this?" Zhang Shih-hao looked at the picture, and the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became.
Although he doesn't know the origin of the picture, a wisp of his consciousness penetrates into it and he can feel the power and endless ferocity contained within it.
Ye Xingchen pointed with his right hand, and a ray of spiritual light pierced into the picture. The picture hummed, and specks of golden light condensed in mid-air, eventually forming several ancient seal characters.
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