Chapter 155: Chapter 153: National Mourning_2

His voice was weak yet extraordinarily resolute, like an eternal truth. It made the Saints from the Wan Dao Domain feel ashamed; they bowed their heads and dispersed the Spiritual Energy in their hands.

“Nonsense!”

At that moment, Mo Shi flew into mid-air, loudly refuting, “Victors write history! As long as we kill all of you, we can hold the pen and write the history of the victors! Kill!”

The Saints of the Wan Dao Domain were jolted awake, their auras flaring with even greater violence. Their gazes, fixed on Zhang Gan, were like those of men looking at the dead.

That’s right. History is written by the victors. To prevent today’s crimes from being passed down through generations, they must kill Zhang Gan. All the Qin Dynasty soldiers present must die!

“Kill!”

The powerful experts attacked once more.

A dozen or so terrifyingly potent attacks streaked across the sky. Any outsider who dared to step into their path would be instantly obliterated, turned to ash in a moment.

“Your Majesty, I am guilty. I am unable to fulfill the oath I made before our campaign!”

Zhang Gan didn’t move. To be precise, he couldn’t move. He could only watch as the attacks descended, drawing ever closer.

“Desert Lone Blade!”

At the critical moment, a gust of wind swept through. Beyond the Purple Hell, beside the blazing sun, a crescent moon appeared, emitting a pale light. The sun and moon shone together! The saber was like the moon!

The figures of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun materialized before Zhang Gan. Their eyes were cold, and the curved blades in their hands overflowed with a bloody light, like weapons of the netherworld god, bringing death to the world.

One slash of the blade, and myriad spirits would fall!

The profound moon was icy cold, condensing an aura of death that made people shiver uncontrollably.

A terrifying aura, both dazzling and profound, lingered in the Void.

The crescent moon vanished in a flash.

BOOM!

The attacks from the dozen or so Saints of the Wan Dao Domain were all split in two, veering off to the sides and disappearing into the depths of the Void.

“General Zhang, please go back and rest. We’ll take it from here!”

After their leader finished speaking, he pulled the reins with his left hand. His warhorse transformed into a streak of lightning, charging forward to deliver death.

The other seventeen riders followed close behind, their indomitable will fueling their charge, like an army of thousands surging forward, unstoppable.

“Stop them!”

Mo Shi frowned slightly. The strength of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun exceeded his expectations. However, it’s still within a controllable range. After all, the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun are not Saints!

“Fight!”

Those who could become Saints were invariably strong-willed and battle-hardened, and the Saints of the Wan Dao Domain were no exception. With seamless coordination, they surrounded the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun.

Instantly, the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun became like a lone boat tossed on a stormy sea, constantly engulfed by colossal waves, only to emerge again and again.

“May the heavens bless us! We must win!”

The watching Qin Dynasty soldiers were fraught with worry, praying silently. They longed to advance and help but were powerless to do so.

“This time, let’s see who comes to save you!”

While everyone’s attention was riveted on the battlefield, Mo Shi’s gaze fell upon Zhang Gan. The corners of his mouth curled into a chilling sneer that sent shivers down the spine.

The moment he finished speaking, he lunged forward, reaching for Zhang Gan.

“Stop!”

At that critical juncture, an ancient book glowing with golden light flickered into existence, blocking Mo Shi’s path to Zhang Gan. Countless golden runes spun rapidly, forming a solid protective shield.

“Who?”

Mo Shi halted his attack, his gaze fixed on a certain point in the Void as he drew his Soft Sword.

Ripples spread through the Void, and a fissure opened. A figure in a white robe with a calm expression stepped out. The aura of the Literary Dao coiled around his body like a great dragon patrolling the heavens.

“Qin Empire, Wang Yangming!” Wang Yangming announced softly, his gentle voice unconsciously prompting those who heard it to lower their guard.

Mo Shi’s expression turned solemn, his eyes filled with caution. He could sense the formidable power contained within Wang Yangming, as well as a strange energy that unsettled the mind.

“He’s an Artificer. You are not his match. Leave him to this Ancestor!”

Just as Mo Shi was about to attack, a weathered voice sounded from the sky behind him. Mo Shi visibly relaxed and quickly turned to pay his respects, “Greetings, Elder Ancestor!”

Five aged figures emerged from the Void, all with hoary white hair, exuding a decaying aura, as if they had one foot in death’s door, liable to perish at any moment.

Each held a battle sword, from which emanated traces of Sword Intent, their revealed edges so sharp that few dared to look directly at them.

The Five Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect!

They were the Elder Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect, all possessing Supreme Saint Realm cultivation. They had emerged when the Immortal Path opened, seeking an opportunity for a breakthrough to extend their lifespans.

“And five more of the undying!”

Wang Yangming’s expression remained impassive. With a wave of his right hand, the golden ancient book before Zhang Gan flew back into his grasp, its brilliant light dyeing half the sky gold.

“You are not this Ancestor’s opponent. Let all of you come at me together!” an Elder Ancestor of the Qunxian Sect stated indifferently.

“All of us?”

Zhang Gan and Mo Shi were stunned. Could there be others besides Wang Yangming?

“Sharp eyes! Truly an old relic who has weathered several eras!”

Several hundred feet away, the Void abruptly tore open, and Yuan Tiangang, carrying his battle sword, stepped out with an expressionless face.

Level Nine Sword Intent permeated the area, shattering the surrounding Void.

All Martial Artists wielding battle swords inexplicably felt their hearts pound, their sword-hands refusing to obey.

“What potent Sword Intent!”

One of the Qunxian Sect’s Elder Ancestors’ pupils contracted sharply. He swiftly drew his battle sword, and five powerful Sword Intents surged skyward, coalescing into a profound Sword Array of infinite variations.

Thousand Immortal Sword Array!

Countless slivers of Sword Qi materialized, like a sea of swords drifting in the Void. Each strand of Sword Qi could easily slay a Saint-level Martial Artist.

“Sword, come!”

“Soul Technique!”

Yuan Tiangang and Wang Yangming exchanged a look and attacked simultaneously.

The five Elder Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect were powerful, but Wang Yangming and Yuan Tiangang were no less formidable.

The seven of them engaged in a full-fledged battle, causing a disturbance even greater than that of the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun and the dozen or so Little Saints. Everything in their path was destroyed; even the Void itself was annihilated into nothingness.

In that expanse of Void, nothing remained but the cataclysmic collision of powerful techniques.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The deafening explosions left the soldiers on both sides flabbergasted, sending chills down their spines. Even the Saints battling the Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun, who caught a mere glimpse from the corners of their eyes, felt their spirits tremble.

Is this the battlefield of Supreme Saints? It’s far, far more powerful than ordinary Saints like us!

Now, the Qin Empire has no more powerful experts left, right?

After watching the battle for a while, Mo Shi refocused his attention on Zhang Gan. This time, however, his heart was heavy, fearing that another powerful expert might suddenly appear.

As an elder, he knew the Qunxian Sect’s reserves; they had deployed almost all of them!

Apart from the Sect Master, who was in the Saint King Realm, these five Elder Ancestors were the strongest!

“Die!”

Cloaked in a dense killing intent, Mo Shi rose into the air. The tip of his sword aimed directly at Zhang Gan as he unleashed his full power, shaking the Void.

He aimed for a one-hit kill!

“Fight on!”

Zhang Gan swallowed a pill. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain, he raised his weapon and strode forward. With every step, copious amounts of blood gushed from his grievous wounds.

Such grievous injuries would have long since caused an ordinary Martial Artist to lose consciousness.

Yet, Zhang Gan could still fight. It was, without a doubt, a miracle.

And what supported him in this battle was pure conviction! Even in death, he would fight to his last breath, with all his strength!

CLANG!

Weapons collided!

The battle sword in Zhang Gan’s hand lasted only an instant before it was shattered, fragments flying into the distance.

Indeed, no one is left!

Mo Shi was overjoyed. With a powerful thrust of his right hand, his Soft Sword pierced Zhang Gan’s heart. He then ruthlessly twisted it, completely pulverizing the organ.

Zhang Gan’s body stiffened. Blood gushed from his throat as his body rapidly weakened. He no longer had the strength even to grip his sword, and the light in his eyes dimmed progressively until all turned to black.

General Zhang Gan of the Qin Dynasty, had fallen!

Throughout his life, he had followed two emperors, campaigned in all directions, and made indelible contributions to the Qin Dynasty. Excluding the heroes summoned by Qin Wudao, he ranked among the top three native-born Martial Generals of the Qin Dynasty.

A life of glory, a life of honor, ended at this very moment!

“General…”

“Quick, save the General…”

The Qin Dynasty soldiers in the fortifications, witnessing Zhang Gan fall into the Cold River, roared in grief and fury. Many leaped directly into the bloodstained, icy water, desperate to retrieve his body.

“Issue the command! The army advances!” Mo Shi waved his hand, his expression savage as he gave the order. Killing Zhang Gan was far from enough. He wanted to slaughter every last Qin soldier!₎

“Kill!”

“Charge…”

The disciples of the Wan Dao Domain launched their attack, swooping down from low altitude at great speed.

With Zhang Gan’s death and lacking a commander, the Qin soldiers’ strength waned significantly. They couldn’t hold out for long before the disciples of the Wan Dao Domain surged across the Cold River and engaged them in brutal close combat.

For the Qin soldiers, it was undoubtedly a nightmare. They fell in droves.

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