sovbooks Chapter 871 - 394: The Struggle of the Dao Rekindled
Chapter 871 - 394: The Struggle of the Dao Rekindled
The Western Pole Kingdom’s air force finally responded, with three hundred "Night Owl" fighter jets diving down from the clouds, their cannons spitting fire, and missiles swarming like bees towards Ye Qingzhou!
"Ants."
Ye Qingzhou snorted coldly, with a turn of his sword, the air within a ten-mile radius suddenly froze!
All missiles hung suspended in the air, and the fighter jets seemed to crash into an invisible wall. The pilots inside the cockpits were horrified to find their fingers were beginning to freeze!
"Four Seasons Sword Order, Ninefold Winter!"
This Celestial Tier Martial Technique is the ultimate Martial Arts Truth that only those who’ve entered the Divine Domain can truly grasp, its power beyond mortal imagination.
Ye Qingzhou is now in the Martial God Realm, unleashing the Celestial Tier Martial Technique to reach a realm where skill is almost Dao, where the very heavens would reverse before the sword’s light.
Crack~
Though it was the height of summer, extreme cold Sword Qi swept the skies, instantly freezing three hundred fighter jets into ice sculptures, which then shattered under inertia, scattering ice crystals across the sky!
Some pilots managed to eject at the last moment, but their parachutes were shredded into pieces by an invisible Sword Qi!
Blood rain poured, staining the sea crimson.
Ye Qingzhou walked upon the waves, parting the sea with each step.
He arrived over the Fourth Fleet, looking down at the ships scrambling below like headless flies, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"This sword is to honor the souls who died unjustly."
The Divine Sword "Infinite" was raised high above his head, the blazing white sword light gathering into a giant blade, then...
Struck down!
Zheng~
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a thin white line like a strand of hair slicing across the sea.
The next moment.
Rumble~~
The entire sea boiled!
At the boundary of the sword mark, the sea water in front of it instantly evaporated, revealing the rocks of the sea bed!
The Fourth Fleet’s twenty warships, along with a small military port, were rendered to ashes under this one sword!
The shockwave raised a hundred-meter-high tsunami, spreading in all directions, only to calmly subsided with a single glance from Ye Qingzhou.
On the shoreline, the surviving People of the Crescent stood dumbfounded, watching this scene.
The old man trembled as he knelt, tears streaming down his face; women clutched their children tightly, choking prayers; young fishermen raised their bloodstained harpoons, letting out hysterical cheers!
"Great God of the Sword, we praise you..."
"Your brilliance will forever shine above the skies!"
Countless weak Power of Thought Ability rose from them, gathering around Ye Qingzhou like fireflies. He felt this pure Power of Faith, and his cold gaze softened slightly.
But when he turned his head to the west—
There, the Pale Moon still hung high, while the ground hinted at a bloody glow, an omen of calamity had already descended, apocalypse’s catastrophe was at hand.
Towards the Land of Canaan, a pillar of blood reaching the sky was forming.
"Blood God..."
Ye Qingzhou gripped his long sword tightly, his white-clad, blood-stained figure transformed into a stream of light, heading straight for that land of end!
The sea wind whimpered, as if narrating—the true battle was just beginning.
At this moment, on the other side of the Blue Star.
In the southwestern heartland of the Dongji Kingdom, inside the Jiuli Grotto Heaven, deep within the Hundred Battles Emperor’s Cave.
On an ancient bronze throne, War Emperor Chiyou suddenly opened his eyes. The red mark on his forehead was like blood, and the Evil Qi entwining his body instantly boiled, reflecting the entire cave in a scarlet, piercing glow.
"The aura of the Celestial Worm..."
A deep voice echoed against the stone walls. This Ancient Martial Lord slowly rose, the clanking of Profound Iron Armor resounding.
He reached out and grasped the air, and a giant axe entwined with blood-colored thunder manifested from the void—it was the Demon God Soldier "Celestial Fiend," which had once severed the Celestial Pillar.
"Mere pseudo-gods dare covet the Kun Race’s legacy?"
Chiyou’s eyes were like lightning, piercing through mountains and rivers, directly gazing at the sky over the Crescent Fertile Soil, at that pillar of blood connecting heaven and earth.
There, deep within the scarlet earth, he saw something even more terrifying—countless semi-transparent worm-like phantoms gnawing at the spatial barriers, and the Blood God’s figure resonating with some vast will from the Void.
"Courting death!"
The giant axe fell, shattering the void like a mirror. Chiyou stepped into the spatial rift, the Shrinking Ground light enveloping him as he rushed towards the battlefield.
When Chiyou stepped out of the void, three figures already intercepted him at the crescent border.
The first to appear was the Midgard Serpent Jörmungandr coiling between mountains, its scales glinting with a bronze sheen, each inscribed with Taotie Patterns, its vertical pupils swirling with insatiable hunger.
"Why must the War Emperor be so angry?"
The snake’s tongue flicked, draining the vitality of the entire Forest, "The Emperor Slayer has long decayed, why not let us..."
"Noisy!"
Chiyou gave him no chance to finish, the Celestial Fiend Axe, wrapped in blood-colored thunder, cleaved downwards!
Jörmungandr hurriedly raised its head, the clash between fangs and the axe’s edge erupted into a shockwave, flattening the terrain within a ten-mile radius!
Just as the giant serpent roared and rolled, golden thunderstorms suddenly descended from the sky.
Heavenly Queen Hera stood on the cloud peak with a scepter in hand, her magnificent Divine Robe adorned with golden thunder. The Golden Talisman Secret Text related to the Thunder Path, each character containing the terrifying might of Thunder Punishment.
With a mere wave of her hand, the ground beneath Chiyou’s feet turned to quicksand, countless golden chains bursting from the earth!
"Do you think it’s still the era of the Battle of Zhulu?"
Hera sneered, "Today’s divine rules—"
Bang~
The chains shattered!
Chiyou had torn apart the Shackles manifesting from the laws with his bare hands, leaping forward to cleave towards the Divine Empress.
The moment Hera’s scepter parried, the entire cloud layer shattered into rain, and she herself spewed Divine Blood as she was flung back a thousand miles, her immaculate Divine Body showing a barely perceptible crack!
The scent of metallic blood had yet to dissipate when a whiff of a delicate fragrance suddenly lingered at the tip of his nose.
Snake Mother Yinji’s bare feet lightly touched the water’s surface, where she passed, vibrant Mandala flowers bloomed. Entwining her fingers with Emotion Threads, her vermilion lips whispered with Demonic Sound of seduction: "Instead of being fierce, why not be with me..."