12dz Chapter 168 Fighting to the Death, Huangfu Dies
Chapter 168 Fighting to the Death, Huangfu Dies
Chapter 168 Fighting to the Death, Huangfu Dies
The arrows flashed with light and shadow, surrounded by layers of divine energy, totaling thirteen layers.
The divine energy that cultivators at the Divine罡 Realm dared not, or rather, found difficult to condense, was condensed into thirteen layers by Huangfu Chong in the blink of an eye, and its carrier was an arrow that could only be used once.
Any cultivator at the Divine罡 Realm would exclaim that it was a waste.
Huangfu Chong drew his bow to its fullest extent, and three True Essence Divine Arrows, carrying their master's murderous intent, shot out from the bowstring, transforming into three swimming dragons that pierced through layers of blood mist and headed straight for the River Styx below.
"Traitor, die!"
He didn't know what lay beneath the River Styx, but his intuition told him that the culprit was beneath the surface.
So he did it without hesitation.
The True Essence Divine Arrow hurtled towards the River Styx. The moment the arrowhead touched the river's surface, two sword lights, one blue and one white, pierced the water and slashed diagonally at two of the arrows.
The last one was pierced by a long spear.
In an instant, the three arrows shattered.
Part of the water surface was wiped away by the residual power of the True Essence Divine Arrow, and a large amount of river water continuously filled the gap.
"Several more cracks have appeared. The power of a Grandmaster is truly terrifying."
The river parted, and a Taoist priest dressed in a red crane-patterned robe stood on a lotus platform, holding a long spear, with two swords, one blue and one white, circling around him. He stared at Huangfu Chong without fear.
The lotus platform beneath his feet transformed into flames, spreading wildly across the dark red water. If one looked closely, one could see several tiny cracks appearing on the two swords beside him where they had just collided with the arrows.
On the contrary, the spear that collided head-on with the arrow suffered no damage.
"You are the culprit who caused all of this," Huangfu Chong said in a declarative tone, without the slightest hesitation, and drew his bow again.
Without further conversation, three more True Essence Divine Arrows were condensed and released in an instant.
The moment the arrow left the bowstring, a cold sword light suddenly approached. The sword energy transformed into threads, each inch and each strand condensing multiple layers of divine energy. The arrow, like a dragon, crashed into the sword net, and in an instant, both were reduced to ashes.
The cold, sharp sword light withdrew, returning to the side of a white-clad woman who had also appeared abruptly.
"Legal authority has been delegated to Su Youli."
"Dragon Soul access permission has been obtained."
Elena's voice, tinged with a hint of resentment, rang out. Su Youli paid little attention, gripping the sword light in one hand and feeling the familiar power of the dragon soul flowing through her body.
Although the dragon soul, which was once her possession, is now free from her control, it still resonates deeply with her.
After gaining access to the Dragon Soul, she regained the power she once possessed as an immortal. Even Huangfu Chong, who had experienced a power surge, was now a formidable opponent for her. With a murmur of her lips, Su Youli spoke in a foreign language, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth gathered and transformed under her command.
An invisible wind of the soul rose, howling through the blood mist and blowing toward the old general holding the bow.
Huangfu Chong stood in the wind, his brows slightly furrowed, but he did not appear to be in any obvious discomfort.
As a grandmaster, his divine will had long been perfectly integrated with his body, achieving a state of unity between spirit and flesh, making him incomparably resilient and resistant to being torn apart by this gust of wind.
The Dragon Roar, which is incredibly effective against ordinary Divine Qi Realm cultivators, has no effect on him.
"Another traitor! This is never going to end!" Huangfu Chong said through gritted teeth. "Why is it that one by one you all want to rebel?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow was released.
Without pausing for a moment, he shot one arrow and immediately fired another, creating the feeling of a thousand troops shooting with one man.
A relentless barrage of arrows rained down on the two.
Modi mobilized his computing power to analyze the trajectory of the arrows, and commanded Yuan Tu Abi to accurately hit the dead spot of the arrows, while his Dragon-Hunting Spear also thrust out repeatedly.
Blood-red figures leaped from the water, some risking their lives to block the arrows, others assisting from the sidelines, each using their own methods to intercept the rain of arrows.
"Who does your emperor, who's addicted to pills, think he's worthy of my loyalty?"
The spear shot out like a dragon, piercing through arrow after arrow. Mo Di also uttered sarcastic remarks, each one infuriating Huangfu Chong.
"He's just a drug addict addicted to pills, a worthless piece of trash. He should be thrown into the hazardous waste bin to prevent environmental pollution."
Su Youli continued his words, continuously wielding her sword to extinguish the rain of arrows.
The dragon roar was unleashed instantly, and the immense power, mediated by the dragon's language, acted on Huangfu Chong's hands, causing him to pause in his bow-drawing motion, and his hands exploded with blood mist.
But what enraged him more than the minor injuries were their words.
A subject who is disgraced by his lord shall die.
"Traitor! How dare you utter such arrogant words! I will kill you!"
He lowered the bowstring, gripped the bow arm tightly with both hands, stepped into the air, broke the sound barrier, and swooped down, swinging the Sky-Shooting Wolf at Modi.
In his perception, this red-robed Taoist was only at the Divine Qi Realm, much weaker than the white-robed woman, making him the most suitable target for attack.
The bow arm slammed down, but the Taoist priest retreated first, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Modi retreated rapidly, his eyes showing fear.
As a divine weapon, the Sky Wolf is harder than most divine weapons, even if it is not specifically designed for close combat.
Given Huangfu Chong's master-level strength, if he were hit, his entire body might explode into a bloody mist.
Neither Huangfu Chong nor the bow in his hand showed any weakness, just like his spear.
With his mind racing, Modi retrieved his dragon-hunting spear, and a ring on his hand ignited with spiritual fire, transforming into a giant scythe.
In a flash, Huangfu Chong's hand moved so fast it left afterimages as he swiftly drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Three True Essence Divine Arrows were fired at extremely close range, all aimed directly at Mo Di.
He occupied most of the computing power of the Styx Law, and the brains of the wet components in the demiplane were burning up, but he still managed to predict the trajectory of the three arrows.
Grip the sickle handle tightly with both hands, and slash forward with force according to the calculated angle, trajectory, and speed.
The blade left a trail of spiritual fire in the blood mist. Moments later, the fire dissipated, and the three arrows shattered.
The giant scythe was completely undamaged. Even a low-level demon artifact would not be easily damaged, let alone a giant scythe that is a mid-level demon artifact.
Mo Di, standing on karmic fire, charged towards Huangfu Chong like an arrow released from a bow, raising his giant scythe high and bringing it down heavily.
Huangfu Chong raised his sword horizontally to shoot the Heavenly Wolf, blocking Su Youli's sword strike, and then swept it horizontally, forcing her back.
Suddenly, he sensed the scythe falling behind him, calmly turned around, placed his hand on the bowstring, and drew the bow.
Before he could fully draw his bow, a strange roar, mixed with some ancient language, came from above, causing him to instinctively release his grip and drop the Sky Wolf.
Dragon Roar - Disarm.
Huangfu Chong was both shocked and furious when he realized that the woman in white behind him was behind this. He had no choice but to raise his fist and punch the Taoist in red.
"The Bloodstained Book, open it for me!"
Modi cried out silently, but the scythe still fell.
Thick, mercury-like blood flowed out, and Huangfu Chong gasped, glancing at his body. There was a cut that ran from his left shoulder to his waist.
His fist was caught by the Taoist's palm.
"Hiss, your power doesn't seem as strong as the Shadow of the End."
Modi's arm was shattered and mangled, and his hand was almost unrecognizable, but he still managed to force a vicious smile.
He quickly withdrew his hand, enduring the pain, and gripped the sickle with both hands, swinging it in a perfect arc.
Huangfu Chong's arms were covered with new scars. He not only had to deal with the red-robed Taoist who had suddenly become stronger using some unknown secret method, but also with the white-clad woman wielding a giant sword made of door panels.
The two had excellent teamwork, one attacking and the other defending, taking turns to coordinate their attacks, leaving him only able to parry.
Worse still, the Wolf-Shooting Sword disappeared without a trace, just like the spear, and the connection with it became extremely weak.
Without his weapon, he could only unleash 70% of his full strength.
He drew his magical sword, forged by a craftsman, but before he could wield it more than a few times, it shattered into pieces during a clash with the giant scythe.
"What a bizarre method." Huangfu Chong took a deep breath, his eyes bloodshot.
His strength has waned significantly since the start of the battle, and the number of Black Armor Army soldiers is now in grave danger.
His body was covered in wounds, and the backlash from the elixir was gradually becoming apparent. Perhaps, he would not be able to complete the task His Majesty had given him today.
The thought had barely formed when Huangfu Chong extinguished it, replacing it with a mad urge to destroy everything.
"Fight to the death!" he growled, "Don't retreat!"
The roar was like thunder, creating ripples on the water's surface and reaching the ears of the black-armored soldiers who were fighting a bloody battle.
So they responded:
"Fight to the death, never retreat!"
In most armies, when the number of casualties reaches about 30%, the morale of the troops collapses and they basically lose their combat capability.
But the Black Shen Army was different. Even though less than half of them were dead, their morale remained high and their spirits were still closely linked.
Of all the armies like this, Mordi had only ever seen one: the Demon Legion. They were controlled and brainwashed by the law, and they would never retreat unless ordered to do so by their superiors.
When two armies clash on the River Styx, morale and will can no longer determine the course of the war; only something more fundamental and direct can.
The roar of the Styx Dragon echoed across the river, gunshots and incantations filled the air, and alchemical shells rained down relentlessly. Every second, Black Armor soldiers died, or demons returned to the Styx.
The old man with the cloth bag hovered in the air, occasionally unleashing a cloud of smoke to deal with the black-armored soldiers who seemed to have gone mad.
He broke out in a cold sweat and muttered to himself, "Where did these things come from? I've lived all these years and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it."
Scaly beasts resembling legendary dragons, humanoid creatures with dark red skin, weapons that can launch projectiles, and heavenly fire that seems to fall from nowhere.
These things were truly unbelievable to him.
He glanced at the other side of the battlefield, then asked, "Who is that Taoist priest with the red crane? At first glance, he only seems to be at the Divine Qi Realm, but now he's displaying Grandmaster-level power. He shouldn't be some nobody, but why don't I recognize him?"
"As for that woman, I've heard that brat Lu Dayong mention her. Apparently, she's the youngest elder of Hidden Sword Peak. But now that I see her, she clearly has the strength of a Grandmaster. She's truly... a young talent."
The old man with the cloth bag withdrew his gaze. If nothing unexpected happened, this battle should end soon.
The scythe, imbued with spiritual fire, tore a wound in the old general's body. The spiritual fire then spread along the wound, preventing it from regrowth.
The greatsword whipped up a chilling wind and slammed heavily onto the old general's back, the blade digging deep into his flesh and almost splitting his spine in two.
Huangfu Chong, however, paid no attention and threw a punch that he had been waiting for, which landed squarely on Mo Di's chest.
The intense pain, transmitted through the nerves to the brain, almost caused Mo Di to faint and vomit blood.
Before he could swallow the blood, Huangfu Chong's fists came flying in, one punch after another hitting him.
In the blink of an eye, his arms, thighs, torso, and other parts of his body were beaten until they were covered in blood and gore.
The dragon's roar arrived late, freezing Huangfu Chong in place. Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Di, disregarding his injuries, rushed forward.
The giant scythe swung upwards, wedged itself under Huangfu Chong's left armpit, and pulled forward, dismembering and ripping off his left arm.
At the same time, Su Youli swung her greatsword down, severing the tough spine along the previous wound, cutting him in two at the waist.
His left arm and lower body fell into the River Styx, were swept away by the waves, and sank to the bottom.
The deathly aura of the Styx clung to the severed limbs, rapidly dissolving the Grandmaster's flesh and blood.
The Grandmaster's body and soul are one. If we don't quickly dissolve his severed limbs, it's very likely that he will have the opportunity to regenerate flesh and blood.
The moment his severed limb fell into the river, Huangfu Chong broke free from the stagnation of the dragon's roar power and tried to activate the regeneration of his flesh and blood, but the spiritual fire attached to the wound slowed down the regeneration speed.
Seeing that things were not going to work, he simply gave up the idea, dragged his mutilated body, and used his remaining arm to throw a punch at Modi.
The fist struck his chest, but Mo Di neither dodged nor avoided it, letting a piece of his chest be smashed open. He then swung his giant scythe in the backhand, aiming it at Huangfu Chong, whose center was wide open.
A dead spot suddenly appeared in the center of his chest.
"Data analysis complete, dead spot revealed." Elena gave a timely reminder, but even faster was Mordy's sword-wielding speed.
The sickle pierced the skin at the point of death, but before it fully penetrated the flesh, it passed straight through Huangfu Chong's body and missed its target.
Modi did not continue the attack because he had already achieved his goal.
The moment his fatal point was struck, Huangfu Chong shattered into pieces, fragments constantly peeling off his body. Before he even fell into the River Styx, he completely dissipated. Realizing his fate, he turned shakily to face south, his lips trembling slightly, but no sound came out. He silently and completely shattered.
"He is probably indeed dead."
Mo Di sensed that the two severed limbs beneath the River Styx had completely dissolved, so Huangfu Chong shouldn't be trying to be reborn.
Su Youli sheathed her greatsword, quickly walked to his side, and looked worriedly at his almost inhuman body. "Are you alright?"
She reached out her hand, intending to use her true energy to help him heal.
Modi waved his hand, refusing, "It's nothing, just a minor fatal wound."
"I can breathe and replenish my blood, and I'll be back to normal soon."
As he spoke, strips of flesh sprouted from his mangled body, rapidly repairing his injuries.
In no time, his body was repaired, and there was no trace of the battle damage he had just suffered.
"Brand new".
Su Youli breathed a sigh of relief; she still had considerable faith in Mo Di's vitality.
Patting the red crane that had just completed its self-repair, Modi shouldered the giant scythe, looked at the demon legion that was already cleaning up the battlefield, and waved his hand to repel the surrounding blood mist.
Finally, he turned his gaze to the only remaining grandmaster on the field, the old man with the cloth bag from the Zixia Sect.
Eyes facing each other.