Chapter 415 A young man with an ordinary appearance
In the central part of the Moonlit Plateau, there is Dongzhao City.
As countless pieces of flesh and blood exploded in the city, countless human cultivators shed their blood on the main city road.
Among them, the entire shoulder of the Bian family patriarch was smashed open, and he was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the glazed roof of a celestial mansion.
Before he could recover from the excruciating pain, he saw the remnant of the clan who had shattered his left shoulder rise into the air and slam down with a pair of fists imbued with overwhelming mystical light.
Faced with this oncoming attack, the Bian family patriarch roared in despair, gathering all his strength to slam his body forward.
puff!!!
With a loud bang, the arm of the Bian family patriarch was smashed.
The vicious fist fell with undiminished force, punching a large hole in his chest.
As blood sprayed everywhere, the eyes of the Bian family patriarch suddenly darkened, and he collapsed like a limp rag among the collapsed ruins.
Upon seeing this, the remaining members of the aristocratic families turned ashen-faced and lost all will to resist. They fled south in panic and terror.
As soon as the first one fled, a second one followed, and then they scattered in groups, fleeing in tears.
But the remnants of the clan, caught up in the frenzy of battle, were clearly unwilling to let them go, and immediately gathered like a black tide, surging away.
At the same time, a powerful member of the surviving clan turned back north and arrived at an empty and dimly lit teahouse.
"Your Highness, there are no survivors in the city. The remaining humans have fled in panic, and I have ordered Qi Rong to lead men to pursue them."
Inside the teahouse, the Third Prince, Mo Yuan, gently raised his head.
There were no wielders or sacred artifacts in this city, and they did not come to support their slain compatriots, which made his eyes reveal a sense of disappointment.
It seems that King Esha was right. The human race is different from their ancestors. Even if they know that their kin are being slaughtered, they can remain indifferent and detached.
“Bring back those who escaped. Those with higher cultivation levels should be brought back to Youzhou to serve as blood offerings for the newly formed members of the clan. As for those with lower cultivation levels, capture them to build the capital and altars needed by Father Emperor.”
"yes!"
After saying this, Mo Yuan got up, walked around to the direction of the terrace, and looked towards the far south of Qingyun Tianxia.
There are three major immortal sects there, which should each possess a sacred artifact. However, two of these sacred artifacts are controlled by the Immortal Realm, while the third sect is located in the far south.
He and King Ersha were no match for the Immortal Realm, who wielded sacred artifacts, and reaching the southernmost point would be extremely difficult.
Only when their two elder brothers and the remaining three royal ministers have solidified their physical bodies can they truly break through the Immortal Sect and seize the sacred artifact.
Now, his goal is to find the Chen Clan Immortals and the two weapon wielders from the Heavenly Academy.
However, it now seems that those who wield the sacred artifacts are hiding even deeper.
But it doesn't matter. Mo Yuan felt that as long as he kept killing, he would eventually kill them, or kill those people that they could no longer ignore, and lure them out.
Just then, a figure appeared in the distant sky, also heading towards the teahouse.
Bale, a subordinate general of King Esha, landed on the terrace and came to King Esha's ear, then whispered something to him.
Before long, King Ersha nodded to him and turned to Mo Yuan: "Third Prince, the Second Prince's physical body has been formed, but he doesn't seem satisfied with its strength."
Mo Yuan turned to look at King Esha's minister: "Give the order to send all the newly born people of our tribe to continue south. We must kill until those who wield weapons can no longer hide."
"I will obey Your Highness's decree."
Huffing and puffing—
In the southwest of the Moon Soul Plateau, the remaining members of the Bian and Gong families who had fled from Dongzhao City were desperately running through the mountains and forests.
Behind them, countless remnants of the ancient race surged forth, bringing with them overwhelming killing intent.
Gong Buyi, the elder of the Gong family, was the one with the highest cultivation level among these exiles, at the initial stage of the Yingtian realm. Normally, he would be addressed as an ancestor in Zhongzhou, but at this moment he was like a stray dog, not daring to even turn his head back. He only dared to run wildly with his son and the descendants of his family.
But to his despair, just as they were about to use the vast forests ahead to conceal their tracks, countless remnants of the tribe fell from the sky in their path.
The main branch of the Gong family still has four members remaining in the first generation, three men and one woman, all of whom are at the peak of the lower three realms. Upon seeing this scene, they all turned pale, and their bodies trembled continuously due to the pressure released by the other party.
"Grandpa, Father..."
Gong Ning, the eldest daughter of the Gong family, looked at her grandfather and father in despair.
Gong Buyi had stopped in his tracks and, after a long pause, glanced at his son, Gong Cheng.
Gong Cheng quickly understood his father's meaning. As he nodded, he turned to Gong Ning and the others and whispered, "Go, go to the back. When the opportunity arises, run. Try to spread out. Every one of us who survives is a chance."
"Father, no..."
"Don't talk nonsense. If you all stay, none of you will escape, and my Gong family will probably be wiped out."
At the same time, Gong Buyi turned his head and exchanged glances with the remaining elders of the other families.
The cultivators of Qingyun Tianxia are very indifferent to mortals, but they value family ties very much. To a certain extent, they are very afraid of their bloodline being cut off. So, with just a glance, they already share the same idea.
boom!!!
A powerful shockwave rolled out, and Gong Buyi, holding a broadsword, flicked his sleeve and made his move.
His remaining energy, fueled by spiritual energy, surged through his meridians, summoning the Four Symbols of Wind and Thunder to power his blade. A deafening roar erupted as he slashed away. Gong Cheng immediately followed suit, while the elders of the other families rose to attack. The techniques they had cultivated throughout their lives instantly enveloped their bodies, protecting the younger generation while charging relentlessly into the mountains.
With a deafening roar, Gong Buyi swung his sword down fiercely, attacking a member of the remnant clan. As the powerful shockwaves collided and exploded into the air, the mound in front of the forest burst open, sending countless stones and dirt flying wildly into the night sky.
Amidst the surging swordplay, Qi Rong, a general under King Esha, narrowed his eyes slightly and made a "tsk" sound.
Like his master, Qi Rong was also very warlike. After being reborn in the storm of blood and flesh, he volunteered to be the vanguard without hesitation and followed the army all the way to this place.
To his disappointment, apart from a few he encountered in the Holy Land of the Sages, the other humans were not even playthings.
However, despite his inability to satisfy his fighting spirit, Qirong still found something that interested him: witnessing firsthand the desperate and painful expressions on the faces of these slaves.
boom!!!!
With a loud bang, Qi Rong clenched his fists, his aura bursting forth instantly, and he charged into the forest like a ferocious beast.
Swish swish swish—
In the mountains and forests, by a babbling wild river, Gong Buyi was slashed down by a long spear, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood flowed into the river and was quickly diluted into a pink color, flowing eastward. Gong Cheng was also soon pierced through the shoulder blade by a spear and fell heavily to the ground.
"Grandpa, Father!"
Upon seeing this, Gong Ning's face turned pale instantly, and she immediately wanted to step forward to help him up.
But to everyone's surprise, Gong Cheng only gave her a look, then gripped the long knife in his left hand and charged forward with his father. The muddy bluestone beneath his feet cracked instantly under his heavy stomp, splitting into countless pieces with a loud bang.
The water droplets, bursting from the force of the air, splashed everywhere, and Gong Ning, who was splashed by the water, turned pale.
She understood the look in his eyes and knew that her father was ordering them to escape as soon as they broke through the defenses.
"Miss Gong."
Gong Ning turned her head and saw Lian Feipeng and Lan Ruoruo, who had fled here with her, looking at her: "If we die here, our family will be destroyed. Don't let our elders down."
In this battle, the Lan and Lian families also suffered heavy losses. Their ancestors had already died in the city, leaving only a dozen or so main branch members, including themselves, and five or six elders who were fighting fiercely against the remnant soldiers.
They faced the same choice as Gong Ning, but clearly accepted reality earlier and were already ready to draw their swords.
Seeing this, Gong Ning's hands trembled as he reached out and gripped his longsword, ready to leave with his younger siblings, abandoning his father and grandfather.
This idea was good, and it was their only chance, but the problem was that things didn't go as they expected.
Just as the five elders abandoned their defense, allowing their wounds to multiply rapidly, and were about to fight their way out with their lives, a massive iron fist slammed down.
Gong Cheng was cooperating with his father to suppress the soldiers of the remnant clan in front of them with his sword when he saw this and was shocked. Suddenly, he gathered all his strength and swung his sword to meet the attack.
Clang!
A sudden clang of metal clashing against metal rang out as Gong Cheng's longsword was cleaved in two by a single punch, and simultaneously, his skull was pierced by a powerful blow.
As if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, Gong Cheng instantly bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.
Upon witnessing this scene, the other elders from prominent families all turned pale, and despair returned.
They recognized him as the one who had just killed the Bian family patriarch with a single punch in the city.
With a loud bang, Qi Rong unleashed another punch, fiercely attacking and instantly killing three people. Blood poured down like a torrential rain, staining the riverbank crimson.
The next instant, he suddenly charged towards Gong Buyi, smashing him away with a punch.
Large spurts of blood gushed from his mouth, causing Gong Buyi to tremble all over.
Heaven has forsaken the Gong family...
Qi Rong, his fists stained crimson, crashed onto the ground. Looking up at him, he felt an overwhelming excitement and clenched his iron fists again.
But just as he was about to unleash another massacre, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he turned to look at the dark jungle to his right.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but when he looked closer, he didn't see anything.
Just then, a loud explosion suddenly rang out.
Qi Rong turned around abruptly and saw the remaining ants suddenly swarming up and attacking him while he was distracted. So he suddenly gathered his strength.
[Overlord's Aura]
A muffled boom exploded on the riverbank. Qi Rong trembled, surrounded by endless mysterious light. The violent spells were instantly repelled and exploded in the night sky.
Only then did they realize that the remnant race possessed incredibly powerful bodies, but unlike the barbarians and demons, they could also cultivate like humans.
With a crack, as the iron fist slammed down, the left half of an elder from the Lan family was violently smashed apart.
"Ignorant ants..."
Qi Rong let out a sharp shriek and suddenly sprang up, crashing down like a mountain, his fierce punch aimed directly at Gong Buyi, the elder of the Gong family.
Upon seeing this, Gong Ning let out a scream, her face turning deathly pale.
She hadn't even realized what was happening when her father died, so the scream came partly from witnessing his sudden death and partly from knowing that her grandfather was also on the verge of death.
But at that moment, she suddenly felt a pain in her wrist and snapped back to reality to find that the longsword in her hand had been taken away.
Before her stood a young man of similar age, whose appearance was extremely ordinary, with no outstanding features, and even somewhat awkward.
It was this man who took her sword with incredible speed, flashed past her, and, holding the sword in one hand, leaped into the air from the riverbank.
Gong Ning did not recognize this person, nor did he know why there was a young human here.
But at this very moment, right before her eyes, that person flew through the air towards the remnant of the clan who had thrown the punch.
In an instant, a magnificent sword light burst forth from the rolling darkness of the night, pouring down like moonlight and burying all the noise.
It was an incredibly powerful sword. As the sword intent descended, the entire river surface instantly boiled as if it had been scalded, and then it suddenly exploded.
【Dao Sword Lesser Chong Mountain】
boom!!!!!
The intense pressure of the sword was like a mountain collapsing. Qi Rong, who was raising his arm and throwing a punch, was slashed back three zhang. His feet ground a deep trench in the riverbank, and his back smashed through the ancient trees all over the mountain.
It should be noted that from the time they entered the city until now, this remnant clan has never been forced to retreat even a single step, relying on their superb combat experience and powerful physique.
But at that moment, he was slashed back three zhang by a single sword strike.
The atmosphere on the riverbank froze instantly, and everyone couldn't help but look at the man who landed with his sword, surrounded by sword energy.
"The Realm of Responding to Heaven!"
"When did our human race produce such a young person at the Yingtian Realm?!"
"With such strong swordsmanship, could he be a disciple of Spirit Sword Mountain?"
"I've never seen a Ying Tian Realm expert before. Impossible. I couldn't possibly have never seen such a young Ying Tian Realm expert before..."
Everyone was shocked by the sudden sword strike from this one person, and even Gong Buyi, who had narrowly escaped death, stared intently at the figure.
Human cultivation requires the accumulation of years, and the understanding of the Dao of Heaven also requires the foundation of mental maturity.
Therefore, among young people of similar age, their cultivation levels are unlikely to differ by more than one major realm, unless their social status is vastly different and they have different access to cultivation resources.
In their understanding, there is only one person who can reach this level at such an age, apart from those directly taught by their respective sects.
They recognized the disciples of each sect, but as for the other person, his combat power far exceeded theirs, and he had died a year ago, so it was impossible for him to be here.
Boom boom boom—
Amidst a surge of powerful energy and a roar, Qi Rong emerged from the flying sand and dust, his gaze fixed intently on the young human whose face was devoid of any distinguishing features.
He could sense the other party's realm, but he could also sense that his combat strength was stronger than that of ordinary humans.
Qi Rong killed many humans along the way, many of whom were at a similar level to himself, but they were much weaker than him.
The reason is that their methods are very crude, and some of them only have the realm but do not know how to fight at all.
According to His Highness Wang Chen, this is because the human race has a rule that it cannot be passed on to outsiders, which means that many techniques are strictly controlled.
Even within the human race, those of the same surname and clan can cultivate different things depending on whether they are from the main or branch lineage, which results in many human races having rather poor combat strength.
All their energy was spent following the paths already trodden by others, wasting countless hours.
What's even funnier is that His Highness Wang Chen also said that the human race has a system that makes one group of people work themselves to the bone to support another group, while the other group only needs to sit on the mountain and comprehend the Tao. As a result, they are not martial, and often only care about saving face to solve problems, so many people never experience a real battle in their lives.
However, the person in front of me is different.
He could sense the opponent's fighting spirit and knew that the opponent was also a veteran of countless battles. At the same time, he could also feel the power and subtlety of the sword technique, which was no less than the sacred techniques of their remnant clan.
"Finally, someone decent has arrived. I never asked who my human slaves were before killing them, but I can allow you to leave your name."
"Okay, let's keep it."
A clear response rang out, instantly enraging Qi Rong.
He wanted him to leave his name before he died, but the other party seemed to want him to leave his name before killing him.
This was the first time he had seen a human race that showed no sign of panic when facing their remnant holy race.
With a loud bang, Qi Rong suddenly sprang up, took a heavy step, and then swung his fists down hard, the powerful punches creating a series of loud explosions in the air.
With a powerful punch, the young figure on the riverbank, sword in hand, blocked the blow but was knocked back three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
The speed is about the same as before, but without the support of a physical body, the attack is much weaker than before, and the use of Lesser Heavy Mountain is not as easy as before.
Most importantly, he could feel that his physical body was very fragile.
Ji You felt the changes in his body, then suddenly gripped his longsword tightly. Facing Qi Rong's attack again, his sword intent instantly surged as he focused his gaze.
Half an hour ago, he had just exerted tremendous effort to create what he considered to be the most handsome physical body based on his own abilities.
While he was drying and shaping, he suddenly sensed a murderous intent approaching. He quickly hid with his physical body and discovered that it was the remnant race chasing after humans.
He didn't recognize who these people being hunted were, but he wanted to test himself, to test the remnants of the ancient race recorded in the annals of history.
A buzzing sound.
As the sword intent surged, Ji You swung his sword fiercely, engaging in a fierce battle with Qi Rong, who was throwing another punch.
The fist of the remnant clan was incredibly heavy, but the sword slash that swept across the sky was like a mountain collapsing. The collision of the two was like thunder rolling in the sky.
Upon witnessing this scene, all the surviving members of the aristocratic families looked dazed.
They were terrified by the power of the remnant race, but equally astonished by the unremarkable young member of their race who had no distinguishing features.
Although they knew that the other party was at the Yingtian Realm and were constantly surprised by it, they were still overwhelmed by its overwhelming fighting spirit and sword intent that soared straight to the sky.
Such a person seems to have already developed a domineering aura, making them a powerful force even among those at the same level.
But at that moment, a change suddenly occurred.
As the fist and sword clashed again, Ji You suddenly stepped forward, changed to holding the sword with both hands, and swiftly lunged forward to slash.
(End of this chapter)
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