Chapter 56 Slaying a God on the Battlefield, the Eastern Barbarians Surrender

Thirty li, under the charge of three thousand iron cavalry, was but a fleeting moment.

Horse hooves shattered the silence before dawn, the kicked-up dust resembling an angry black Dragon.

It lunged straight toward the Altar of God standing solitary on the plain.

The Altar of God, built from giant black stones, was over ten zhang tall, with a cluster of eerie green flames burning at its peak.

Below the altar were the dense ranks of Eastern Yi warriors, their faces still wearing confusion and terror.

Clearly, they hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the "Heavenly God" formation being broken.

Atop the altar, Qingxu in his apricot-yellow Daoist robe was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He was staring fixedly at the approaching black torrent.

In his eyes, there was no longer any of an Immortal's arrogance, only terror and resentment.

"Stop them! Stop them for me!"

Qingxu shrieked, his voice distorted by fear.

He grabbed a burly Eastern Yi leader wearing a feathered crown beside him, his sharp nails digging into the man's neck.

"I am a Heavenly God! Your king is in my hands! Whoever dares to take a step forward, I will kill him!"

The Eastern Yi warriors below were in an uproar; seeing their leader held hostage, their faces showed hesitation and fear.

"Kill!"

Answering Qingxu was a world-shaking roar from Prince Zi Shou.

He led the charge like an arrow leaving a bow, without the slightest hesitation.

Behind him, Huang Yuerong followed closely, her silver spear tracing a cold, icy light in the dawn.

Of the three thousand light cavalry, not one slowed down.

They told the so-called "Heavenly God" through their actions that the mettle of Mortals would not be threatened!

"You seek death!"

Seeing this, a murderous light gleamed in Qingxu's eyes.

He abruptly pushed the Eastern Yi leader away and flicked a palm-sized bronze seal from his sleeve.

The small seal expanded with the wind, instantly transforming into the size of a small mountain, crashing down toward Zi Shou and Huang Yuerong with the force of ten thousand jun!

That was a Magic Treasure of the Chan Sect, the mountain-overturning seal!

Before the Magic Treasure even arrived, the heavy pressure caused the horses beneath them to let out a mournful cry, their legs going weak.

"Your Highness, go quickly!"

Huang Yuerong screamed, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She clamped her legs against the horse's belly and, instead of retreating, advanced, her whole body and spear as one.

Like a bolt of silver lightning surging upstream, she took the initiative to meet the falling bronze mountain.

She knew she couldn't break this Immortal Magic Treasure.

But she would use her own flesh and blood to win that single glimmer of hope for the Prince and the three thousand soldiers behind her!

"Yuerong!"

Zi Shou's eyes nearly burst; he wanted to pull her back, but it was already too late.

At that moment, the long spear in Huang Yuerong's hand flew out, not toward the mountain-overturning seal.

Instead, at a bizarre angle, it shot toward the face of the Daoist Qingxu.

Besieging Wei to Rescue Zhao!

Qingxu sneered; a mere Mortal weapon wanted to harm him?

He simply tilted his head slightly, intending to dodge.

But the moment he tilted his head, the fierce power attached to the spear...

...made his protective Qi shield tremble slightly.

Because of this, the downward momentum of the mountain-overturning seal experienced an imperceptible stall.

Now!

Huang Yuerong didn't look at the result of the spear; the moment she threw it...

...she had already leaped from her horse.

Without a weapon, she used herself as one!

She used her shoulder to slam fiercely into the massive bronze seal!

"Bang!"

A dull, tooth-aching thud echoed.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Huang Yuerong's body was like a rag doll hit by a battering ram.

Blood sprayed from her mouth, and a clear sound of bone cracking came from her left shoulder.

But she wasn't crushed into paste.

Using all her strength and the impact of the Magic Treasure, she actually managed to knock the trajectory of the mountain-overturning seal off by an inch!

The mountain-overturning seal grazed her body and crashed heavily into the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, and a bottomless pit was smashed into the ground in front of the Altar of God, with dust billowing into the sky.

Huang Yuerong fell to the ground, her left arm unnaturally twisted, but she propped herself up with her right hand, struggling to stand.

She had created a breathing space for Zi Shou and the three thousand iron cavalry.

"Ah—!"

Zi Shou's eyes were instantly filled with the color of blood.

He looked at Huang Yuerong lying in a pool of blood, then at the Daoist's face on the altar, which wore a contemptuous sneer.

A violent power originating from the depths of his Bloodline exploded!

He didn't go to help Huang Yuerong because he knew that what he should do most right now was kill the enemy!

"Evil Daoist! Give me your life!"

Zi Shou's roar no longer sounded human, but more like the roar of an ancient Vicious Beast.

On the Sky-Piercing Halberd in his hand, a faint layer of dark gold light appeared.

Divine Power bestowed by heaven!

He clamped his legs against the horse's belly; the horse neighed, and man and halberd became one.

Turning into a streak of dark gold light, he leaped over the pit and lunged straight at the altar!

"No..."

The smile on Qingxu's face froze.

From that streak of light, he felt a pure, destructive power that made his Divine Soul tremble.

It wasn't Dharma power, nor was it Immortal power, but a more ancient, more overbearing... force!

He wanted to flee, to summon the mountain-overturning seal again, but it was already too late.

Zi Shou's figure had already appeared before him.

"Puchi!"

There was no world-shaking clash of Spells.

Only the dull sound of a blade entering flesh.

The dark gold halberd blade easily tore through Qingxu's protective Qi shield and sliced through his body.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Qingxu lowered his head, looking in disbelief at the tip of the halberd protruding from his chest.

That Mortal weapon had not only severed his Dao body but also crushed the Primordial Spirit within him...

...with that overbearing and incomparable power.

"I... am not reconciled..."

These were the last words he left in the world.

In the next moment, Zi Shou flicked his wrist and pulled the Sky-Piercing Halberd horizontally.

Qingxu's body, along with his not-yet-fully-refined Magic Treasure, the mountain-overturning seal, was split in two.

Blood and shattered bronze showered the altar.

"The Heavenly God... is dead?"

Below the altar, a Eastern Yi warrior murmured to himself, his scimitar falling to the ground with a "clang."

Silence.

A deathly silence.

All the Eastern Yi people stared blankly at the blood-soaked figure on the altar.

Their god, the Heavenly God priest who could call the wind and rain and lay down an invincible formation, had been slain by a Mortal with a single halberd strike?

Zi Shou panted heavily, his chest heaving.

He grabbed Qingxu's head, which still had its eyes wide open in death, and held it high.

"The evil Daoist is dead!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it spread across the entire plain.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

As his voice fell.

Not knowing who started it, the dense crowd of Eastern Yi warriors...

...knelt down row by row like falling dominoes.

They threw away their weapons and buried their heads deep in the ground, their bodies trembling with fear.

A catastrophic disaster that could have shaken the foundations of the Great Shang was thus suppressed.

At the end of the line, Qiong Xiao, disguised as a cook, and Bixiao, disguised as a groom, exchanged a look.

Both saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes.

Bixiao's gaze fell upon the distant Huang Yuerong, who was struggling to be helped up.

She then looked at the majestic Prince Zi Shou on the altar, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

"In this Dragon-Raising Game, the first step can be considered stable."

Zi Shou stood atop the high altar, looking down at the tens of thousands of surrendering Eastern Yi soldiers kneeling below.

The wild joy and agitation in his heart turned into a deep sense of lingering fear and awe a moment later.

He turned his head and looked toward the distant west, in the direction of the Qishan Camp.

He knew that his bravery today, Huang Yuerong's ferocity, and the mettle of the three thousand soldiers were all just an unsheathed sharp sword.

And the one truly holding the hilt, deciding the victory from a thousand li away, was the figure in white, calmly placing pieces on the sand table in the tent.

Guardian Qilin, Chen Yuan.