134: Chapter 134 The Battle of Guixu

Outside Qingyun City, at an altitude of three thousand zhang.

The gale howled like blades, yet it could not disperse the thick blood mist permeating the area.

The "Ten Thousand Sources Convergence Array" that originally protected the city had already shattered by more than half; the nine-colored array patterns were dim and lusterless, seventeen of the twenty-nine dragon pillars at the array eyes were broken, and the remaining twelve were covered in cracks, teetering on the verge of collapse.

On the edge of the array, thousands of corpses were piled up—some were Ling Family Disciples, but most were invaders wearing various attires.

The battle was tragic to the extreme.

Ling Xiao hovered above the broken array eye, his silver armor shattered, his left arm severed, and the wound charred like charcoal, clearly burned by some kind of insidious flame.

He gripped a silver spear tightly in his right hand, the thunderous light on the spear body was very weak, and the thunderous Dragon phantom behind him was even as faint as mist, ready to collapse at any moment.

Ling Xue and Ling You stood on either side of him, equally disheveled.

Ling Xue's ice-blue long hair was matted with blood, the snowflake mark on her forehead was dim, she had only one ice crystal Dragon wing left, and at the root of the other wing was a bowl-sized bloody hole, from which a strange liquid mixed with ice and blood was continuously seeping.

The range of her Ice-Sealed Dragon Domain had shrunk from the initial ten miles to three zhang in front of her, the edge of the Domain trembling incessantly, clearly on the verge of collapse.

Ling You was the most miserable; his entire person had almost turned into a blurred shadow, his figure fluctuating violently between reality and illusion, as if he would completely dissipate the next moment.

This was a sign of overdrawing the Shadow Dragon Escape; if he were to forcibly maintain it, he feared he would permanently merge into the shadows and never be able to manifest again.

Below the three of them, the remaining Ling Family Disciples, all injured and bathed in blood, still formed a broken battle Formation, guarding the last twelve array eye dragon pillars to the death.

And their enemies were an overwhelming allied army.

In the sky, more than fifty warships and flying boats of varying sizes were suspended, with different flags representing the various remaining forces of the Southern Region: the remnants of the Feng Family of Tianfeng City, the remnants of the Yan Family of Chiyan City, the water army of Xuanshui City that surrendered and then rebelled, and a coalition of over a dozen second-rate Sects.

Further away, there were three pitch-black "abyssal nether warships", their hulls carved with strange runes, emitting a rich aura of nether death.

These were forces from the "Nether Sacred Land" of the Central Region; it was rumored that this Holy Land specialized in death and ghost Dao, had always been at odds with the Heavenly Dao Palace, and was now taking advantage of the fire to rob.

The total number of the allied army exceeded ten thousand.

There were over three hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators and eight Divided Soul Cultivators.

At this moment, the eight Divided Soul Cultivators were hovering in front of the allied army's Formation like eight great mountains, pressing down so hard that the remaining Ling Family members could barely breathe.

The leader was a white-haired old Daoist wearing purple-gold Daoist robes and holding a horsetail whisk; he had a withered face and deep-set eye sockets, but his body radiated the terrifying aura of a Late Stage Divided Soul Cultivator.

This was none other than the Old Ancestor of the Feng Family of Tianfeng City, the grand-uncle of Feng Xingyun, "Feng Wuchang".

He had been in closed-door cultivation for a hundred years and did not even come out when Tianfeng City was destroyed; today, he was awakened by the fluctuations of the heart of origin and led the entire remaining strength of the Feng Family to come out in full force.

"Ling Xiao, surrender." Feng Wuchang's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, "Although your Ling Family is strong, now that the Formation is broken and the main force is gone, how can you three alone block my eight-party allied army?"

He flicked his horsetail whisk lightly, pointing at the broken city below: "Hand over the heart of origin and open the Qingyun City treasury, and I can make the decision to leave a thread of Bloodline for your Ling Family."

Ling Xiao coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but grinned.

"Old dog, if you want to fight, then fight; where does all this nonsense come from?"

"My Ling Family Disciples only have souls that die in battle, no dogs that kneel to live."

"Good! Good! Good!" Feng Wuchang said the word 'good' three times, his eyes filled with surging murderous intent, "Since you insist on seeking death, then this old man will fulfill your wish!"

He flicked his horsetail whisk, which turned into thousands of silver threads, covering Ling Xiao and the other two like a net of heaven and earth!

At the same time, the other seven Divided Soul Cultivators attacked simultaneously.

Two Middle Stage Divided Soul Cultivators sacrificed the Chiyan Burning Heaven Chart and the Xuanshui Overturning Sea Seal, the sea of fire and the raging waves intertwined, turning into water and fire twin dragons, roaring and pouncing!

Three Early Stage Divided Soul Cultivators each displayed their unique skills, some with Sword Qi crisscrossing, some with blade light splitting the void, and some with poisonous mist filling the air!

Further away on those three abyssal nether warships, the three black-robed Divided Soul Cultivators from the Nether Sacred Land also attacked. They did not attack directly, but joined forces to cast the "Nether Soul Locking Array," with countless pitch-black chains extending from the Void Realm, sealing time and space, and cutting off all paths of retreat for the Ling Family!

The joint attack of the eight Divided Soul Cultivators was enough to shake the Void Refining stage!

Facing such a fatal blow, there was no fear in the eyes of Ling Xiao and the other two, only determination.

"Xue'er, Ling You," Ling Xiao said hoarsely, "Let's make one last desperate attempt."

"Okay."

"Okay."

The three of them burned their Origin simultaneously!

The thunderous Dragon phantom, the ice crystal Dragon wings, and the Shadow Dragon Escape—all their innate Divine Abilities exploded at this moment, and they even began to burn their Foundation to exchange for the power of one final struggle!

"Three-Headed Dragon God, True Dragon Descends!"

"Roar!!!"

That three-headed Dragon God phantom appeared again, but this time, its form underwent a heaven-shaking change: the thunderous Dragon head grew Dragon horns, the frost Dragon head condensed an ice crown, and the shadow Dragon head revealed royal patterns; the size of the entire Dragon God skyrocketed to a thousand zhang, and its aura reached the Peak Divided Soul stage!

It even faintly touched the threshold of the Soul Transformation stage!

This was the ultimate form exchanged by the three of them burning their life Origin, Divine Soul, and even future potential; it could only be maintained for ten breaths.

After ten breaths, the three of them would have their Origin completely destroyed, their cultivation completely crippled, and they might even fall on the spot.

But it was enough.

"Kill!"

The three-headed Dragon God roared at the sky, its Dragon claws reached out, actually tearing apart Feng Wuchang's whisk net of heaven and earth! The Dragon mouth opened, and a three-colored Dragon breath was sprayed out, blasting the water and fire twin dragons backward!

The Dragon tail swept across, and the Sword Qi, blade light, and poisonous mist all shattered!

In just three short breaths, the joint attack of the eight Divided Soul Cultivators was forcibly blocked!

"What?!" Feng Wuchang was horrified, "This, how is this possible?!"

"They burned everything," a Soul Transformation Cultivator from the Nether Sacred Land said with a heavy voice, "This is a tactic of mutual destruction. Do not fight head-on; drag it out! Drag it out until their Origin burns out!"

The eight people quickly changed their Formation, switching to skirmishing and entanglement, no longer clashing head-on.

They saw that Ling Xiao and the other two could not maintain this state for long.

As long as they dragged it past ten breaths, victory would be within reach.

Time passed second by second.

Four breaths, five breaths, six breaths...

The attacks of the three-headed Dragon God became more and more violent, but its figure also began to gradually become illusory. Large patches of Dragon scales peeled off, Dragon blood rained down, and its aura began to slide.

Ling Xiao and the other two were bleeding from their seven orifices, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of their skin; this was a precursor to their Physical Body about to disintegrate.

"Hold on," Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, the thunder in his eyes almost extinguished, "Brother Hao will definitely return."

"We must hold on until he returns."

Seventh breath.

The three-headed Dragon God slapped and shattered the protective Magic Treasure of an Early Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator with one claw, heavily injuring and knocking him back, but the Dragon claw itself had three fingers broken.

Eighth breath.

The Dragon tail swept two Middle Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators, forcing them to vomit blood and retreat violently, but the Dragon tail was also broken at the root.

Ninth breath.

The aura of the three-headed Dragon God had fallen to the bottom, its figure was as illusory as smoke, and it could dissipate at any time.

And although the eight Soul Transformation Cultivators were all injured, they still had spare strength.

The outcome was decided.