339: If Daqian is not enough, then take over the entire world!

Chapter 337: If Great Qian is Not Enough, Then Thoroughly Collect the Entire World!

"Boom—"

The five-zhang tall " swastika" seal Gale Force Buddha's palm crashed down, and the Tiger Splitting Blade Gale jointly unleashed by Lu Jinyun and the two others shattered in response.

The violent Gale Force shockwave sent the three of them flying, carving out three bloody arcs in the air.

"Pfft!" Lu Jinyun, who bore the brunt, spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest armor completely shattered.

Meanwhile, Lu Jinhua's saber broke into three pieces, and the skin between his thumb and forefinger split.

The most miserable was Lu Jinwu; his entire body was thrown into the ground like a rag, his Meridians reversed, and he fainted on the spot.

"Amitabha!"

Grandmaster Huanmie clasped his hands together, his monk's robe without a single wrinkle. "Someone, send the three generals to the meditation room for treatment."

"Old bald donkey, how dare you!"

"Whoever dares to touch the Senior Generals, kill without mercy!"

A general accompanying the Huwei Army suddenly roared, his voice like a thunderclap.

"Huwei Army, heed my order!"

The one hundred thousand Huwei Army moved at the sound, raising their weapons in unison, the cold light forming a vast silver ocean, the Killing Intent soaring into the sky.

"Tiger Might Ironclad Bows, prepare!"

As a command flag waved down, five hundred elite archers stepped forward.

Their movements were uniform and synchronized, the sound of them taking down their longbows from their backs particularly loud.

The bows were made of century-old premium mulberry wood, with a subtle luster flowing within the dark golden wood grain.

The bowstrings were refined from the back tendons of five hundred adult male deer, glinting with dazzling golden light under the setting sun.

The arrowheads were forged and tempered a hundred times from century-old cold iron, with fine wind-breaking slits etched into the blades.

"Click—"

The sound of five hundred Tiger Might Ironclad Bows being strung simultaneously caused the chanting of the three thousand martial monks to pause.

These forbidden-grade killing weapons, each arrow worth a fortune, were enough to make any Martial Dao Grandmaster die in regret.

Even a Supreme Grandmaster's protective Gale Force would be utterly shattered after a dozen rounds of volley fire!

Though the arrows had not been fired, the sharp Killing Intent had already dispersed the morale of the three thousand martial monks.

—This was one of the Great Qian forbidden weapons that made all Martial Artists under heaven tremble with fear!

The golden Gale Force around Grandmaster Huanmie suddenly paused; this Old Monk's face finally changed.

He knew better than anyone that with a volley of these five hundred Gale-Breaking Arrows, even a Supreme Grandmaster's protective Gale Force wouldn't last many rounds!

Grandmaster Huanmie's expression was grave, his eyes glinting with golden light.

He wasn't afraid of the five hundred Tiger Might Ironclad Bows!

With his Supreme Grandmaster cultivation, he wasn't a block of wood standing still, so these arrows couldn't even get within three zhang of him.

But the three thousand Disciples behind him...

Although the Demon Subduing Array was strong, it couldn't protect all the martial monks!

If they were to truly engage in battle with the one hundred thousand Huwei Army, it was feared that half of Wanfo Mountain would be stained red with blood.

Just as the tension was at its peak, a sharp shout suddenly came from the front of the Huwei Army formation.

"Stop, all of you!"

Xu Feng, the second deputy general of the Huwei Army, rode out, the gold plaque hanging from his waist dazzling in the sunlight—

That was the imperial-bestowed Huwei Army Deputy General token.

He coldly swept his gaze over the ready archers and crossbowmen, his voice suddenly rising.

"Grandmaster Huanmie is the Great Dharma Master Protector of the Nation personally appointed by His Majesty. How dare you defy your superiors?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the one hundred thousand strong army immediately stirred.

The archers and crossbowmen in the front row exchanged glances, and dozens of them slowly lowered their bowstrings.

Military Ranks were strictly hierarchical. When the Senior General was absent, Xu Feng, who held the imperial-bestowed deputy general token, indeed had the authority to control the Huwei Army.

"Xu Feng!"

"You dare..." Zhao Meng, the adjutant who had given the order earlier, glared with bloodshot eyes, his saber 'clang' drawing three inches from its sheath. "Betray Marshal?"

Xu Feng sneered, pulling out a bright yellow imperial decree from his In arms: "I am acting on imperial orders."

He looked down at Zhao Meng from above, enunciating each word: "It's you, on the other hand."

"Zhao Meng, you dared to overstep your authority and mobilize troops, what crime is that?"

"Someone!" Xu Feng suddenly roared.

"Take down this rebellious minister and traitor for me!"

Dozens of Huwei Army soldiers instantly surrounded Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng was so enraged he laughed instead, pointing his saber at Xu Feng: "What a backstabbing dog thing you are!"

"The Marshal treated you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Feng had already personally drawn his bow and nocked an arrow.

The specially made Gale-Breaking Arrow left the string, flying directly towards Zhao Meng's thigh!

"Ah!"

A tragic wail came, and Zhao Meng was dragged away by dozens of Huwei Army soldiers.

"Is there anyone else who dares to disrupt military morale..."

Xu Feng put away his longbow, coldly scanning the trembling officers and soldiers, "Execute them on the spot!"

Grandmaster Huanmie took all of this into his view, the prayer beads in his hands turning rapidly.

The Old Monk knew clearly—this mutiny was clearly a scheme meticulously planned by Emperor Qianxi!

Grand Tutor Lu's strict military discipline had long accumulated resentment within the army.

Xu Feng tightly gripped the imperial-bestowed gold plaque in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He would never forget that snowy night three years ago—his own younger brother, simply for privately hiding one hundred taels of military pay, was publicly executed by waist chopping by Lu Xuan.

That mournful scream still woke him up in the middle of the night.

"Fellow comrades!"

Xu Feng held the imperial decree high, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "After today, we no longer need to be so cautious and fearful!"

The army immediately burst into an uproar.

The eyes of many generals began to flicker—they remembered Lu Xuan's suffocating rules.

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Strictly forbidden to embezzle military pay (violators, hands will be cut off for less than ten taels, executed on the spot for one hundred taels or more!)

Forbidden to accept bribes privately, violators will be beaten twenty times with a rod!

Forbidden to visit prostitutes and drink alcohol, violators will be whipped, forbidden to...

"General Xu is right!"

An assistant general suddenly tore off the Huwei badge on his arm, "I've had enough!"

"Every time I go on an expedition to suppress the enemy, I don't even dare to privately hide a single copper coin of the spoils!"

"Exactly!" Another captain stood out.

"Last year, I only received a few taels of tea money from a merchant and was beaten with ten military sticks!"

"I almost didn't make it back alive to see my old mother at home!"

Grandmaster Huanmie watched this mutiny with cold eyes, the prayer beads in his hands turning rapidly.

He noticed that nearly half of the one hundred thousand soldiers had slowly lowered their weapons.

Those who still held their swords and spears mostly showed hesitation.

"Amitabha..." Grandmaster Huanmie chanted the Buddha's name, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

What iron impartiality?

It was just unpopular!

Seeing that the army's morale had changed, Xu Feng suddenly drew his sword and pointed it towards the sky: "After today, we—"

"The sky is high enough for birds to fly freely, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap!"

Lu Jinyun and the two others collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly as the one hundred thousand Huwei Army retreated under Xu Feng's incitement.

Lu Jinhua's broken saber was deeply embedded in the ground, his knuckles turning pale blue from excessive force.

Although Lu Jinwu had fainted, his muscles were still involuntarily twitching.

Seeing the army's morale waver, Lu Jinyun's eyes turned blood red, staring intently at Xu Feng's retreating back.

"What a well-planned scheme..." Lu Jinyun coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

Only now did he fully understand that the three carts of Heaven and Earth Strange Stones being robbed was merely a bait.

This Xu Feng hiding in the dark and relaying military intelligence, luring the three of them into the trap, was the ultimate killing move!

What chilled Lu Jinyun the most was that this was clearly a death trap set by Emperor Qianxi in collusion with both the Buddhist and Daoist schools.

Had that ninety-five-year-old supreme sovereign forgotten?

Fifteen years ago, Baoxiang Temple incited public sentiment, nearly causing the Great Qian dynasty to change hands.

And ten years ago, Qingyang Temple incited a civil disturbance, resisting Great Qian in various places, nearly overthrowing half the country...

In the end, it was his own Father, personally leading the Huwei Army, who quelled all the chaos!

Just at this critical moment, two dark figures descended like roc spreading its wings.

Lu Chang's eyes were splitting with rage; he looked at the miserable state of his three elder brothers, covered in blood.

The Gale Force all over his body uncontrollably erupted, forming a violent vortex around him.

"Second Brother! Third Brother! Fourth Brother!"

This sorrowful roar was like a thunderclap, causing rocks to roll and trees to bend wherever the sound wave passed.

Even the one hundred thousand Huwei Army who were retreating were shaken; the warhorses in the front row reared up, emitting fearful neighs.

"It's... it's the Grand Marshal!"

Someone in the army was the first to shout this sentence, and the entire formation instantly fell into chaos.

The personal guards who were just now aggressively preparing to execute Zhao Meng were now trembling like sieves, their steel sabers clattering to the ground.

Several quick-witted captains had already scrambled forward, fumbling to unlock the shackles on Zhao Meng.

Xu Feng turned around with difficulty, his gaze passing through the restless crowd, landing on the figure in the center of the three thousand monks.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his dazzling purple robe motionless in the wind.

Although his hair and beard were white, his eyes were as bright as stars, containing a suffocating pressure.

He just stood there quietly, yet he made the entire Wanfo Mountain fall silent.

"G-Grand Marshal..." Xu Feng's voice was terribly dry; although he had prepared himself psychologically, he still felt an inexplicable fear.

Lu Xuan slowly raised his eyes. Wherever his gaze fell, the one hundred thousand strong Huwei Army knelt down in unison.

Even those rebellious generals who had been so aggressive just now were prostrate on the ground, trembling like sieves.

Grandmaster Huanmie looked at Lu Xuan who had arrived through the air, a hint of a cold smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

The appearance of this Grand Marshal who guarded the nation, although it disrupted his meticulously planned scheme, did not cause him the slightest panic.

He put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly, his voice carrying a somewhat indifferent tone.

"Grand Tutor Lu, this Old Monk has met you a few times. You truly live up to being the Grand Marshal who guards the nation of Great Qian!"

As soon as the words fell, Grandmaster Huanmie's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he lightly shouted towards the void: "Daoist Brother Xuyang!"

In an instant, a figure as swift as lightning streaked across the sky. It was an elderly Daoist with a whisk and the face of a child, his hair white.

Without any hesitation or pleasantries, Grandmaster Huanmie quickly clasped his hands together, and the golden light around him surged.

Grandmaster Huanmie's Thousand-Hand Gale Force manifestation suddenly appeared, each Buddha hand forming a different mudra.

Great Vajra Wheel Mudra, Treasure Vase Mudra, Fearless Mudra... Countless golden palm shadows covered the sky and obscured the sun, dyeing the entire sky golden.

Wherever the palm wind passed, rocks turned to dust, and even the air showed signs of countercurrent.

Finally, this vast golden Gale Force instantly condensed into several large Buddha palms, carrying the momentum of destroying heaven and earth, and blasted towards Lu Xuan.

At the same time, Daoist Xuyang's long sword was unsheathed, and green light burst forth.

Innumerable green sword lights intertwined in the air, forming a net that covered the sky and earth.

Every ray of sword light contained the power to cut through mountains and rivers.

In an instant, countless dazzling green sword lights poured down like a river of stars, transforming into a sky full of sword rain, heading straight for Lu Xuan's face.

"Kill!"

The two Supreme Grandmasters roared simultaneously, unleashing their ultimate moves, as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

This strike was the full power of their lifelong Gale Force.

At the level of Supreme Grandmaster combat, every move and every style contained the profound mystery of life and death; a slight carelessness would lead to eternal damnation.

It was precisely for this reason that Grandmaster Huanmie and Daoist Xuyang, from the very beginning, abandoned all unnecessary words and acted with full force.

They vowed to completely eradicate this Grand Marshal of the Great Qian army, who held immense power in the court and shook the world, in the shortest possible time.

Facing the full power strike of the two Supreme Grandmasters, Lu Xuan merely raised his hand gently.

His movements were slow, yet strangely, he arrived after but struck first.

Where his fingertip lightly touched, dense golden light suddenly appeared in the void.

"Break."

A simple word, yet it caused the entire world to fall silent.

The sky full of Buddha palms suddenly solidified, then shattered like a mirror.

Innumerable green rainbow sword lights disintegrated inch by inch in the air, turning into speckles of starlight and dispersing.

Grandmaster Huanmie's pupils suddenly contracted. He was horrified to find that his body was also being suppressed by some force.

"This is impossible!" Daoist Xuyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his right hand suddenly exploding into a mist of blood.

"You... this power of yours!"

Lu Xuan did not answer.

He simply walked forward slowly. With every step he took, the two Supreme Grandmasters retreated three steps.

In an instant, the sky and earth suddenly darkened.

Nine towering Tiger King phantoms descended from the void, each radiating a suffocating pressure.

The most terrifying was the White Tiger phantom; its sharp claws could actually tear space like thin paper!

Grandmaster Huanmie's Thousand-Hand manifestation instantly solidified, the destructive tiger claws reflected in his cloudy pupils.

He suddenly remembered the secret scroll in the deepest part of the Sutra Depository: "Martial Dao to the extreme, can reach divinity..."

Daoist Xuyang's face was ashen; the whisk in his hand broke inch by inch.

He suddenly understood why Lu Xuan could so easily break their killing moves.

This was not the power of a Supreme Grandmaster at all!

"Land... Immortal?!" The two Grandmasters exclaimed simultaneously, but their voices abruptly stopped.

Nine tiger claw phantoms struck down at the same time, the resulting air currents surging like a tsunami.

In the final moment, the two exchanged glances, their eyes filled with despair, unwillingness, and envy for the legendary Realm.

With an earth-shattering roar, the tiger claw phantoms penetrated their protective Gale Force, grinding their two bodies into a sky full of blood mist.

Crimson blood beads hovered in the air, shattered into dust by the residual power of the Tiger King phantoms, leaving only empty robes drifting down.

The blood mist had not yet dissipated, but Wanfo Mountain was already deathly silent.

The three thousand martial monks suddenly knelt down in unison, their Buddhist instruments clattering to the ground.

Several elderly monks even kowtowed with their heads hitting the ground, their foreheads bleeding: "Grandmaster... Grandmaster!"

Sorrowful wails echoed through the mountains, but no one dared to look up at that golden figure.

The one hundred thousand Huwei Army were now prostrate on the ground, the clanging of their iron armor like a torrential downpour.

The soldiers in the front row even buried their faces deep in the dirt, fearing to meet that gaze.

Only Xu Feng remained, standing alone and disheveled in the wind.

Lu Xuan, however, did not spare these people even a glance.

He turned to look at Lu Jinyun and the two others, the golden light in his eyes receding, returning to their depth.

"Father..." As Lu Jinyun started to speak, a golden light entered his brow.

Mysterious golden light immediately appeared around the three of them; their broken Meridians reconnected at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their shattered bones automatically returned to place.

"Proceed according to the original plan!"

"Old Steward Li will assist you!"

"If Great Qian is not enough, then collect the entire world!"