txolops Chapter 189 We fought to the death, and you falsely accused us of desertion?
Chapter 189 We fought to the death, and you falsely accused us of desertion?
The two sides fought for several hours.
They fought from noon until dusk.
Huanglong Mountain has been completely destroyed.
The mountain cracked open, and the entire barrier was destroyed.
Those magnificent pavilions and towers have long since turned into ruins.
But Lin Chuan remained as steady as Mount Tai, with seventy-two flying swords swirling around him, their light like rainbows, and a thousand-foot peak hovering above his head, watching him intently.
The more the Confucian scholar fought, the more alarmed he became.
This person's magical power is almost inexhaustible. Whenever he is greatly depleted, he drinks a mouthful of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk. He has drunk three or four mouthfuls so far.
There was no sign of exhaustion whatsoever.
His magical artifacts were in a terrible state; his flying sword was broken, his flying needles were destroyed, and only his folding fan could barely hold them up.
"Finally, finally I can use my ultimate move!"
Finally, Lin Chuan's consciousness recovered to the point where he could once again wield the Awakening Insect Divine Sword.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
Between his brows, eighty-one invisible and shadowless divine consciousness spikes suddenly condensed, transforming into an invisible and shadowless sword of divine soul!
The Divine Sword of Awakening Insects!
The giant sword was silent.
Swift as lightning.
It instantly disappeared into the brow of one of the "Confucian scholars" in the sky not far away!
That was a clone split from the primordial spirit, connected to the Confucian scholar's original soul!
"ah--!"
The scholar's clone let out a piercing scream, and his body suddenly stiffened.
Dozens of golden sword lights seized the opportunity to pierce his body, and the light and shadow dimmed.
It transformed into a streak of silver light and flew back to the scholar's original form.
The primordial spirit has been injured!
The scholar suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with horror.
Just now, he sensed a death crisis—a feeling he hadn't experienced in many years!
The opponent's secret technique actually attacks the soul directly!
If he hadn't used his clone to block the attack, he would be the one injured right now!
withdraw!
Without further hesitation, he unleashed the full power of his Shrinking Earth Technique, instantly disappearing a hundred feet away and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
A Nascent Soul stage cultivator, Mulan, was forced to retreat!
……
Lin Chuan hovered in mid-air, watching the disappearing light, but did not give chase.
The Shrinking Earth Technique is too fast; although his Void Shuttle is not slow, it may not be able to catch up.
Moreover, the talisman's effects are about to kick in.
He raised his hand to retrieve the Thousand-Foot Peak, sheathed the seventy-two flying swords, and took out a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk to drink, thus restoring some of his magical power.
Then, he transformed into a streak of light and flew north.
……
Half a day later, Lin Chuan caught up with the bald-browed giant and Han Li's retreating group.
"Brother Lin!" The bald, burly man saw him from afar, both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly came to greet him. "Are you alright? That Master Mulan..."
"I'm leaving," Lin Chuan said calmly.
"Gone?"
The cultivator surnamed Ma was taken aback. "How did they get away?"
"They were chased away by me."
Lin Chuan spoke casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
The bald, burly man and the cultivator surnamed Ma exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
Mid-Nascent Soul stage, defeating late-Nascent Soul stage?
Is this... even possible?
But the lingering traces of the spirit-summoning talisman on Lin Chuan's body—the scales on his skin, his vertical pupils, his sharp nails—and the still-fierce aura emanating from him all told them that this was no joke.
"Senior Brother Lin, that Divine Master Mulan is in the late Nascent Soul stage..." Han Li couldn't help but ask.
"It's the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."
Lin Chuan nodded, "However, his magic weapons are inferior to mine, and his spiritual techniques are useless against me. I also have ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk to replenish my magic power. After fighting for several hours, he left when he saw that he couldn't do anything to me."
Several people heard this.
The shock I felt was beyond words.
Han Li's heart was in turmoil.
He considered himself to have made very rapid progress over the years, but compared to his senior brother Lin, he was still far behind.
"Let's go, to Khotan."
Lin Chuan waved his hand dismissively.
Afterwards, the group did not delay any longer and headed towards Tiancheng in Yu Kingdom.
……
Khotan City.
This is the only city of cultivators in the entire southern region.
More than a hundred years ago, the Mulan Mage Alliance once marched into the territory of the Yu Kingdom, but was defeated by the newly allied cultivators of the nine kingdoms at the foot of Tiantian City using the "Shangyuan Annihilation Array".
After that battle, Tiancheng became the spiritual symbol of the Nine Kingdoms Alliance and an unshakable fortress in the hearts of the Tiannan cultivators.
As Lin Chuan and his group flew closer to Tiantian City, a massive stone wall appeared before them.
This city covers an area of a hundred miles, with towering walls that reach into the clouds. The entire city is built of huge blue stones, and its surface is covered with dense defensive runes that gleam with a cold, eerie light in the twilight.
If it were the first time anyone had seen this city, most people would probably be amazed by its size and grandeur, but Lin Chuan felt nothing.
He had seen the Heavenly Star City, which covered the entire island and spanned thousands of miles, in the Chaotic Star Sea. Compared to that, Tian Tian City was nothing.
At this moment, the restrictions on Tiancheng City have been fully lifted, and a thick golden light shield covers the city, like an inverted giant bowl, protecting the entire city completely.
Runes flowed across the surface of the light shield, shimmering with spiritual light and radiating a chilling pressure.
Lin Chuan led his team closer.
The city's garrison had clearly spotted them long ago. A crack appeared in the golden light shield, and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator flew out and landed in front of them.
The man was about fifty years old, with a thin face, three long wisps of beard under his chin, and wearing a blue Taoist robe. His gaze swept over the crowd, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
"Fellow Daoist Jia, Huanglong Mountain has fallen. We must all evacuate!"
The bald, burly man greeted him with a smile.
"It's fallen?"
The cultivator surnamed Jia frowned even more deeply, his gaze sweeping over the bald, burly man behind him.
Several Nascent Soul cultivators and a large number of low-level Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators were almost completely unharmed.
This lineup doesn't look defeated at all.
If there were no significant losses, why did the position fall?
"Come in first." The cultivator surnamed Jia stepped aside without making a sound, and the group flew into Tiantian City through the passage opened by the restriction.
The area inside the city was more bustling than the area outside.
The streets were filled with cultivators, some carrying supplies, some setting up formations, and some distributing pills—a scene of bustling activity.
Clearly, Tiancheng is preparing for the upcoming great battle.
As soon as everyone landed, two more Nascent Soul cultivators from the Nine Kingdoms Alliance came to greet them.
The two men were of different heights; the tall one was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the short one was as fat as a ball. Standing together, they looked quite comical.
They exchanged a glance with the cultivator surnamed Jia and then began to whisper among themselves.
The cultivator surnamed Jia couldn't help but speak up: "Fellow Daoist Lu, quite a few cultivators have escaped unscathed from the Huanglong Mountain stronghold you were guarding."
These words sounded like a compliment, but the sarcastic tone was clear to everyone, implying that the bald-browed man had fled without a fight.
The bald, burly man immediately understood the other party's implied meaning, and a nameless anger rose in his heart.
He risked his life on Huanglong Mountain to assassinate the monk Mulan, narrowly escaping death, and now he's back to be mocked?
"You surnamed Jia, I'm out there fighting the enemy, risking my life to snipe the Mage Mulan, and you still have the nerve to be sarcastic here?" The bald, burly man glared angrily, his body radiating spiritual light.
"Indeed, in this battle, our Huanglong Mountain stronghold annihilated five Nascent Soul cultivators from Mulan, achieving unprecedented merit!" The cultivator surnamed Ma couldn't help but respond, his voice loud and clear, echoing throughout the surroundings.
"Bullshit!" The cultivator surnamed Jia and the other two laughed out loud without even thinking.
A small stronghold wiped out five Nascent Soul cultivators from Mulan? This feat has never been seen before!
Apart from the Battle of Tiancheng more than a hundred years ago, the Mulan mages have never suffered such battle losses.
These guys, in order to cover up their mistake of abandoning their position, actually dared to fabricate such a huge lie.
"Hey, Jia, what do you mean?"
The bald, burly man and the cultivator surnamed Ma were enraged. Their auras erupted, and their spiritual light soared into the sky, indicating that they were about to fight.
Lin Chuan frowned.
"Heh, do you lot have the strength to wipe out Mu Lan's five Nascent Soul cultivators?"
The cultivator surnamed Jia continued to mock, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the group.