Chapter 692: Fighting Chao Li (Part 6) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Shen Tang raised her hand and used her thumb to wipe away the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth.
He sneered, "Today is the day of the coffin."
Shao Chong looked at Shen Tang in horror: "The Coffin Bureau?"
Even Shen Jun doesn't have the confidence to deal with Jiang Ao?
When martial artists of similar overall strength are matched, victory or defeat sometimes depends on whose belief is stronger. In a narrow encounter, the brave will prevail! Does Shen Tang's statement mean that he is wavering? But the next moment, Shen Tang laughed arrogantly and arrogantly: "The Coffin Bureau, one of us will end up in a coffin! If I had known my opponent was this kind of thing, I would have carried the coffin to send him off!"
Shao Chong: "..."
I had a strange feeling that Shen Jun's mental state seemed off.
However, he didn't think too much about it.
Most importantly, Jiang Ao didn't give him any room to think too much.
and--
Why does Shen Jun refer to herself as "Old Lady"?
Shouldn't it be "Laozi"?
Shao Chong echoed Shen Tang's solemn statement: "I second that, but his tortoise shell takes up too much space, so one coffin probably won't be enough to move him. If I had known this would happen, I would have asked my elder brother to help prepare one as well."
He nodded after he finished speaking to show that he was serious.
Jiang Ao's response to the two was an oncoming heavy sword, a roaring hurricane accompanied by a powerful sword aura rushing straight at them. The heavy sword was clumsy and heavy, and under normal circumstances, it had nothing to do with the word "agility," but in Jiang Ao's hands, it was lighter than the Mother's Sword.
Before long, the ground cracked with a hundred or so fissures.
Jiang Ao, that old bastard, is not only thick-skinned and tough, but also extremely durable. Despite Shen Tang and Shao Chong's long-term attack, his aura remained stable, and every strand of his martial energy maintained an extremely high intensity without showing any signs of weakening.
Of the three, Shao Chong is the most unstable.
Coupled with his frenzied, aggressive fighting style, his injuries visibly worsened. Jiang Ao's eyes held a mocking glint. He admitted that both of them were rare geniuses. However, geniuses who hadn't matured were still just ants. Trampling and stifling talented ants was precisely what he loved to do. He watched the burning hatred in their eyes, the despair overflowing from their gaze…
The pleasure he felt transcended his physical body.
It could make his soul tremble.
The emptiness that follows requires more blood to soothe it.
Suddenly, Jiang Ao felt a mischievous urge to play tricks on him.
He forced Shao Chong back with his heavy sword, leaped into the air, and let out a sharp cry. The armored warhorse formed from martial energy carried Jiang Ao, like a rapidly galloping mountain, radiating martial energy, and charged towards the central army of the allied forces. Shen Tang's eyes narrowed.
"not good!"
The soldiers formed shields with their qi, but under Jiang Ao's charge, they were no more resilient than a piece of paper. Men and horses fell all along the way. Soldiers hit head-on turned into a burst of blood mist, while those thrown back by the blast were not killed, but were half-dead.
He single-handedly led an army.
Cutting into the formation was as smooth and effortless as cutting through lard.
"Hahaha—watch out for my move!"
When he was still more than two hundred feet away from the central army, nearly a hundred martial artists came to intercept him. Jiang Ao completely disregarded them, instantly channeling sixty percent of his martial energy into his sword. In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, and thunderclouds rolled.
A thunderous roar accompanied by flashes of lightning leaping through the clouds.
A colossal sword shadow, nearly reaching the sky, stood on the battlefield, and under Jiang Ao's crazed expression, it mercilessly fell towards the allied forces!
How could Huang Lie remain calm after witnessing this?
He instantly shattered the armrest of the table.
His expression twisted into a ferocious rage in an instant, and he snapped, "Stop him!"
Without Huang Lie's prompting, those still holding the central command immediately attacked. However, the attack was sudden, and they hadn't even had time to gather their strength. How could they possibly deal with the suddenly crazed Jiang Ao? One after another, incantations turned to dust before the falling giant sword, the energy of heaven and earth cleaved, and the air subtly distorted. A powerful sense of suffocation and impending danger overwhelmed them, draining all color from their faces.
The black-clad warrior beside Huang Lie suddenly looked up at the sword shadow. He had just taken half a step forward when he seemed to sense something, his solemn expression relaxed, and he withdrew his step. It turned out that, in a flash, a scholar in plain robes had flashed to the front of the sword shadow.
His figure stood there.
It may seem insignificant and humble, but it can make sword energy automatically split into lines.
[Quick thinking in a crisis]
Left with no other choice, Xun Zhen resorted to the ways of the literati.
"Use their own methods against them!"
This sword strike infused with 60% of the martial energy of a sixteenth-rank Grandmaster, even if it didn't kill Jiang Ao, it would be enough to severely injure him. If Jiang Ao were severely injured, even without their lord's combat strength, Gu Ren's young swordsman should be able to handle the situation…
Xun Zhen calculated everything in an instant.
But what he hadn't anticipated was that Shen Tang would be blocking his way. She appeared almost immediately after him, and the activation of the Word of Power required time. Even if that time was extremely short! Before the Word of Power took effect, this sword shadow was still Jiang Ao's sharp blade!
puff--
The moment Shen Tang appeared, without the slightest hesitation, she directly drew her sword energy from the Wen Gong Wu Dian (a martial arts hall). The sword energy and the sword shadow collided head-on, intersecting to form a cross. The two intertwined and tore at each other; what seemed like a long process was actually decided in an instant. When her martial armor tore open, revealing a bloody gash running from her shoulder to her waist, it was clear that Shen Tang had been defeated.
Xun Zhen's mind went blank, and he almost lost the ability to think.
He raised his hand to catch Shen Tang, who was hurtling towards him due to inertia.
"My lord—"
Xun Zhen was no stranger to killing, to bloodshed, or even to witnessing bloodshed, but he had never felt this thing scorching hot as he did at this moment. The literary energy within his meridians was unusually turbulent, a hurricane raging within his literary palace. He looked in Jiang Ao's direction, his killing intent boiling.
Jiang Ao seemed not to have expected this.
They were practically clapping and laughing on the battlefield, shouting, "Heaven has helped us!"
Isn't it just that God is on his side?
To shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture a thief, first capture his king.
I never imagined that these useless coalition forces would have such a use.
"On this journey to the netherworld, I will summon my old comrades—"
Xun Zhen's voice suddenly turned sinister and eerie.
"One hundred thousand banners—"
"Slay Yama!"
The gold coins instantly transformed into white banners to guide the spirits.
A sinister wind swept silently across the battlefield, carrying with it shadowy figures that descended upon the world once more. As the white banner fell to the ground, a sharp horn sounded. The weakened Shen Tang raised her blood-stained hand, trying to stop them—it was all money! All money! All money!
Shen Tang knew that Xun Zhen was invincible when it came to spending money, but—
Help her up, she can still fight!
In a daze, she saw her secret stash of money going into a massive deficit.
I couldn't catch my breath, and everything went black.
Her tilting of her head was nothing, but it terribly shocked her subordinates who witnessed it. The only one who remained relatively calm and didn't go crazy was Jiang Sheng, because he could still sense the qi in his body and knew that his lord was still alive. At this moment, he had to keep things stable and not cause any more trouble.
A chilling wind blew, plunging the world into darkness.
The densely packed, illusory figures materialized, each wielding weapons. Judging from their attire, a significant portion of them were soldiers, both friendly and enemy, who had recently fallen in battle. At this moment, they were enveloped in the unique, bloody aura of the underworld, sending chills down one's spine.
The coalition allies who witnessed this scene remained silent.
One man, one army!
Xun Zhen's gaze fell on Jiang Ao: "Kill!"
Jiang Aoli remained fearless amidst the enemy forces.
He simply held the heavy sword in front of him and mouthed the words silently.
He was saying: "Isn't it interesting?"
Xun Zhen was so emotional that his fingers were still trembling.
"Hanzhang, don't lose your mind, the lord is alright." Ning Yan's life was intertwined with Shen Tang's, and she was well aware of the other's condition. The one who spoke these words was her scholarly way, one of her two incarnations, [Zixu], "I will be on standby at this moment."
Ning Yan's approach to the scholar's way is the same as Yan An's.
Of course, she could also deny the fact that it had already happened.
Xun Zhen intended to hand Shen Tang over to [Zi Xu], but before he could do so, Shen Tang's blood-stained hand pressed him down. The latter suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, touched the wound in front of him, frowned, and looked as if he were about to cry.
"My lord?"
Shen Tang turned her head and looked at him with teary eyes.
Sniffing, he asked, "Who hit the young pear?"
Seeing that Shen Tang was alright, Xun Zhen's numb mind began to cool down and return to normal. He then remembered the damage his scholarly ways had done to Shen Tang's intelligence. This explained why his lord reacted like a child; he opened his mouth, unsure how to respond. Ning Yan's [Zixu] was quite honest, pointing to Jiang Ao, who was lost in the sea of heroic spirits: "Him!"
Shen Tang looked over with red eyes.
His expression changed from aggrieved and confused to cold and ruthless.
Xun Zhen vaguely sensed something was off about her reaction, but before she could figure it out, Shen Tang had already stood up as if nothing had happened, raising her hand to conjure the Mother's Sword. A mark flashed across her fair, smooth forehead, and she called out to the void, "Follow me!"
"only!"
jingle!
It was a response that seemed to come from the void.
An unfamiliar, unseen figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
The newcomer was clad in magnificent and bizarrely patterned robes, his entire body shrouded in a wide gown, with only a pair of hands, seemingly carved from white jade, visible. The phantom opened its hand and clenched it, and a gracefully shaped wooden staff materialized from its palm, with a red flower swaying at its tip.
Huang Lie, Zhang He, and Gu Ren stood up uncontrollably.
The totem patterns on the traditional Chinese clothing look so familiar!
"Gongxi tribe..."
"High Priest!"
Shen Tang, however, seemed oblivious, and drew her sword, saying, "Help me!"
The phantom pleaded devoutly: "May you be driven by my god."
When the wooden staff touches the ground, everything comes back to life.
The civil and military halls were filled to capacity in an instant.
Shen Tang rolled up his sleeves, sheathed his sword, and charged through the crowd towards Jiang Ao. The latter felt a chill run down his spine, but he knew there were no equally matched opponents among the allied forces. Even with Shen Tang and Shao Chong working together, he never felt his life was threatened.
He continued to put on airs as usual.
No matter who it is, defeat them with a single move.
Before they could even see who it was, an unstoppable force struck, sending Jiang Ao flying backward, scattering all the heroic spirits in his path. Shen Tang attacked with his bare hands, while Jiang Ao defended with his heavy sword, but the result was that the sword broke and Jiang Ao was injured.
Jiang Ao: "..."
Shen Tang drew a long sword with her hand and questioned him with a wronged expression.
"Why would you hurt Yuli, who is such a good girl?"
Jiang Ao: "..."
The more innocent and aggrieved Shen Tang's expression became, the more he felt that the other person seemed even more perverted than himself. Shen Tang said angrily, "If you hurt You Li, you have to play games with her. The loser gets punished. Let's play ghost hunting. The ghost that gets caught—"
Her eyes lit up with a smile: "You have to be a real dead ghost!"
With each step Shen Tang took, his aura surged by an inch.
"I'll count to three, then you'd better hide well."
He was evenly matched with Jiang Ao in seven steps.
Step 8: Steadily surpass the top tier and cease further growth.
"Turtle Shell, I'm going to start counting now."
"one!"
Jiang Ao sensed a deadly danger.
But he valued his life most, so he spurred his horse and returned to his camp.
"three!"
_(:з」∠)_
Tangmei's martial arts totem has been revealed.
Tang Mei, with the mind of a three-year-old, is the strongest among the three.
P.S.: Tangmei's last thought before she fainted was, "Help me up, I can still fight!"
P.S.: Today's chapter is 1,000 words short, I'll make up for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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