Dong~Dong~Dong~
"Drink~"
Outside Langcheng, three thousand cultivators surged like a tidal wave. Under the thunderous beating of war drums, the sound waves rose and fell like a raging storm, shouts echoed, and they quickly changed formations.
In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky above the city, like an ink-washed painting, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, as if the end of the world had arrived.
"Roar—"
A fierce gust of wind howled like a demon, accompanied by a change in formation.
The battle spirit, suspended in the void, fell from mid-air like a mountain crushing an egg, slowly invading the bodies of the three thousand cultivators.
In an instant, the spiritual energy of the cultivators who were originally only at the realm level surged exponentially.
In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he already possessed power comparable to the peak of the supreme realm.
Shen Zhao stood in the center of the battle formation, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Ren Piaomiao, let me show you just how powerful my Western Shu Zhenling Melody is."
Wen Yinhu roared and slammed his cane heavily onto the war drum.
Thump—
A deafening sound echoed through the sky.
"Kill them!"
Three thousand cultivators charged forward relentlessly towards Shen Zhao, determined to kill him.
In the instant they closed in, Shen Zhao's sword intent surged.
Puff puff puff—
In an instant, the three cultivators died on the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he drew his spirit sword.
Kenpachi: Gen!
The sword energy flowed like clouds and water, meandering and swirling around the sword before bursting forth with a roar.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff—
"ah--"
Blood and screams filled the air; life and death hung in the balance, yet nothing could deter the fighting spirit possessed by the undead.
"Kill!"
A cultivator, wielding a single-edged sword, leaped over Shen Zhao's head and slashed down with the sword.
Puff——
The next moment, there was a hissing sound.
The monk was cut in half at the waist.
"Die!"
As he killed his enemy with a single move, two more cultivators attacked from the left and right flanks.
Shen Zhao formed a sword incantation with his hands, and with a slight lift, the spirit sword that had landed on the ground soared into the air and spun around in an instant, severing the throats of the two men.
With a single sweeping strike, the spirit sword broke through the encirclement of attackers in an instant.
"Sword Nine..."
The spirit sword was plunged into the ground, and in a moment it transformed into hundreds of solidified sword energies underground, ready to be unleashed.
"Kill~"
"Don't let him get away!"
"Long live the King of Shu!"
A hundred or so cultivators, their expressions frenzied, charged at Shen Zhao with weapons in hand, disregarding everything.
"Reincarnation!"
The shockwave that burst from the ground directly shook the land within a radius of ten miles.
The continuous sword energy directly covered the approaching crowd.
Puff puff puff puff—
As the ear-piercing hissing sounds echoed, all the cultivators who approached Shen Zhao perished.
"Comparable to the peak of the Supreme Realm?"
Shen Zhao smiled slightly, his spirit sword flashing with unparalleled heroism.
"Ultimately, I am not at the peak of the supreme realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhao suddenly leaped into the air.
His gaze was fixed on Wen Yinhu.
"Um?"
A drop of sweat slid down Wen Yinhu's forehead.
Looking at Shen Zhao standing in the void, he keenly sensed an aura of death gradually approaching.
"not good!"
The moment he saw Shen Zhao draw his sword, his keen senses, honed by years of battle, made him immediately leave the war drum.
"Sword Ten: Heavenly Burial!"
Endless sword energy rushed straight towards the distant hills.
The dazzling divine light flashed and vanished into nothingness in an instant.
But a second later, Wen Yinhu witnessed a horrific scene.
Above the hill, thousands of sword energies condensed and converged into a void wave, crashing towards him like a tide.
"We've fallen into a trap, retreat quickly!"
He roared and decisively withdrew from the center of the formation.
But those cultivators, blinded by rage, didn't have time to leave the battlefield and could only watch helplessly as the boundless, overwhelming sword energy descended from the sky.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff—
Ah~
No~
Screams and blood echoed through the air.
In just a moment, the sword energy covered the entire area around Langcheng. All the cultivators caught in it were swept away and turned into clouds of blood mist.
When Shen Zhao landed, the battlefield was already littered with corpses.
"You're the only one left."
Pointing his sword at Wen Yinhu, whose face was contorted in pain not far away, Shen Zhao's eyes became extremely sharp.
"Raging Dragon Tremors!"
Knowing that he would have no way out unless he risked his life, Wen Yinhu immediately launched the "Dazzling Dragon Three Turns" attack, trying to seize the initiative.
At that moment, the two crutches in his hands instantly transformed into two blood-red dragons, rushing straight towards Shen Zhao.
"madness."
Shen Zhao shifted his sword stance, directly meeting Wen Yinhu's killing move.
"Mysterious and utterly true."
The ethereal swordplay, reversing its momentum, and the deadly double-crutch strike missed each other in an instant.
boom--
A shrill roar erupted in the air.
The sword energy streaked across the sky like a silver rainbow. In the instant the brilliance dissipated, Wen Yinhu was like a candle flickering in the wind, his blood gushing out like a burst dam.
A cold wind blew, and the world was solemn.
"ah--"
Accompanied by a painful wail.
Wen Yinhu's crutches fell to the ground, his heavy body could no longer support him, and he collapsed with a thud.
Until his death, his eyes remained wide open, never closing.
His empty eyes were filled with intense resentment and frustration.
"it's over."
Sheathing his spirit sword, Shen Zhao waved his left palm, and the pair of canes fell into his hand.
"A Heavenly Grade Spiritual Weapon, hmm, excellent material for forging into an Emperor-level weapon."
But who is truly suited to use these iron crutches?
After a moment of contemplation, Shen Zhao transformed the iron crutch into his storage ring and then turned and walked towards the gate of Langcheng.
...
Inside Lingfang Pavilion, Consort Yuan, Yuan Feifei, and Zhang Huai'an sat restlessly.
Upon hearing the commotion outside the city, they felt extremely anxious and fearful.
When Shen Zhao appeared, the three of them could no longer sit still and immediately stood up to greet him.
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