168: Chapter 167 The Deterrent Power of a Triple Kill

The three cannons fired simultaneously. Three beams of white light, like three roaring light dragons, tore through the sky and slammed directly into the densest cluster of Mahayana Realm Yao Race experts.

Wherever the white light passed, space itself was ripped open, leaving behind pitch-black fissures.

Three Mahayana Early Stage Yao Cultivators didn't even have time to react before their bodies were engulfed by the white light; they didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly evaporated, leaving not even a trace of residue.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bone fragments scattered, and Yao Race soldiers within a hundred zhang radius were blown away by the shockwave, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

The momentum of the Yao Race army's charge came to an abrupt halt, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The remaining Yao Race Mahayana experts turned pale. Looking at the three beams of white light that were still emitting smoke, their pupils shook, and their legs trembled.

"W-what is this hellish thing?" a Mahayana Middle Stage Yao Cultivator asked, his voice trembling.

"The aurora warship," Master Wujizi said lightly, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "If you want to try it out, feel free to come."

The Yao Race Mahayana experts looked at each other, none daring to charge forward again.

Those three shots just now were too ruthless—one shot per person, faster than them risking their lives.

How could they fight this? Were they supposed to charge up and serve themselves as food?

"Retreat—!" Someone shouted first, and the Yao Race army retreated like a receding tide, faster than they had come. The Mahayana experts were in the lead, greasing the soles of their feet, wishing they could grow a few more legs.

Some of the slower ones even threw away their weapons, traveling light, terrified of becoming the target of the next shot.

Master Wujizi watched the fleeing, disheveled figures, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was a good thing the enemy didn't know this cannon could only fire once a minute, otherwise, today would have been the end.

For now, he could stall for a day at a time, until Senior Brother the Holy Master came out of seclusion, and then... heh heh.

He turned to look at the Disciple beside him: "Pass down the order, rest and reorganize."

In the Great Qian Imperial Palace, when Xiao Ye received the report of victory from Master Wujizi, he was holding Palace Master Mosha in the Imperial Garden, enjoying the flowers. He glanced at the content on the transmission talisman and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"This aurora warship is truly fierce, one shot, three hits!" he muttered, tucking the transmission talisman back into his robe.

"Whose news is it?" Palace Master Mosha leaned on his shoulder, asking lazily, her fingers still toying with the corner of his clothing.

"A victory report from the old man, Master Wujizi."

"Did he win?" Palace Master Mosha raised an eyebrow.

"Not yet." Xiao Ye said righteously, "But he instantly blasted three Mahayana Realm experts from the other side to death, scaring the Yao Race into retreating."

Palace Master Mosha was silent for a moment. No, it was one thing for this guy's own cannons to be fierce, but why were the cannons he sent out just as fierce? What kind of monster was this aurora warship?

Xiao Ye held her, squinting at the sunset in the distance, while calculating in his heart—if this war dragged on longer, or escalated, wouldn't he make a fortune?

One shot cost two hundred thousand, the cost was one hundred thousand, a net profit of one hundred thousand. This was practically picking up money.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, the arc of his mouth growing wider and wider, almost reaching his ears.

A-Diao squatted on the eaves, let out a "ji" sound, and spat out a string of sparks, as if saying: Big Daddy, you're thinking about someone else's Holy Pool again.

Xiao Ye glared at it: "Shut up, eat your roast lamb." A-Diao picked up a lamb leg, swallowed it, and wagged its tail contentedly.

Endless Sea front lines.

The Disciples of the Tianji Holy Land were cleaning up the battlefield, treating the wounded, and collecting the corpses.

Fragments of Spiritual Artifacts and charred Yao Beast corpses floated on the sea surface, and the air was filled with a thick, bloody stench.

Master Wujizi stood on the mountain peak, looking at the sea surface dyed red with blood in the distance, and was silent for a long time.

The aurora warship hovered behind him, its cannon barrels still emitting blue smoke.

Although this battle was won, the price was not small.

He turned and glanced at the aurora warship; next time, it wouldn't be easy to hit them.

Some things, once exposed, would have their threat greatly reduced.

— — — —

On the Endless Sea,

A giant whale floated on the water, with a huge empty turtle shell on its back; this was the temporary headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land.

Inside, Demonic Qi was pervasive, and the candlelight flickered.

Several Mahayana Realm Yao Cultivators sat around a huge stone table, their expressions grave, the atmosphere as oppressive as the muggy weather before a storm.

"Fight? How do we fight?" A lion Yao with a full mane of hair slapped the table, his voice as loud as thunder, "That cannon ship takes out one with every shot; no matter how many people we send up, it's just serving them food! Three of our clan's Mahayana experts are just gone like that, not even their bones are left!"

"Don't fight? Then what? Admit defeat? Our Heavenly Demon Sacred Land has dominated the Southern Border for ten thousand years, when have we ever admitted defeat?" A silver-haired wolf Yao retorted coldly. He was an Elder of the Silver Moon Celestial Wolf clan, a clan uncle of Ao Debiao, his eyes full of hatred.

"Then you tell me how to fight? Charge head-on?"

"We have to charge even if we can't get through, are we supposed to beg for peace?"

"Begging for peace isn't impossible..."

"Bullshit! Whoever mentions begging for peace again, I'll deal with him first!"

After arguing and bickering for a long time, they finally reached a reluctant consensus—they had to fight, but they couldn't be reckless.

They had to first figure out the details of that cannon ship, preferably by infiltrating the East Sea Region, to find out what that thing was and what its weaknesses were.

"Who will go?" The lion Yao looked around.

The Yao were silent, looking at each other, none of them saying a word.

Going into the East Sea Region to gather intelligence was deep behind enemy lines, a life-or-death mission; no one wanted to take this hot potato.

"I will go."

A lazy and charming voice came from the corner of the great hall.

The Yao turned their heads, their gazes falling on a bewitching figure—the Nine-tailed Green Fox, Clan Chief of the Fox clan, Mahayana Early Stage, her art of seduction was unrivaled in the Southern Border, even Mahayana Middle Stage Yao Cultivators were often infatuated and captivated by her.

She leaned against a pillar, a green dress hugging her curvaceous body, her figure exquisite, her waist as slender as a willow, her pair of fox eyes filled with spring water, the corners of her mouth hooked in a playful arc, her entire being exuding an alluring aura.

"Hu Meier, are you sure?" The lion Yao frowned, "There are quite a few Cultivators in the East Sea Region who specialize in capturing the Yao Race."

"Rest assured, in this appearance of mine, who could tell that I am a Yao?" Hu Meier chuckled, her fingertips lightly tracing her cheek, her fox ears hidden, her fox tails retracted, and her Demonic Qi completely restrained. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a charming young woman, even the tear mole at the corner of her eye perfectly placed.

The Yao stared with wide eyes.

"As expected of the Fox clan, this camouflage technique is superb." The wolf Yao gave a thumbs up.

Hu Meier smiled slightly and cast a seductive wink at the Yao: "Wait for my news."

One day later, Great Qian Imperial City.

It was the morning market hour, people were coming and going on the streets, the sounds of peddling were incessant, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Sellers of Spiritual Fruits, sellers of Medicinal Pills, sellers of Magical Artifacts—the cries grew louder and louder, and the air was filled with the aroma of various foods.

A plump, alluring, mature young woman appeared at the city gate.