Chapter 270 Nobody's allowed to take it from me

As a dragon and an eagle chased each other into the high sky,

countless streaks of True Essence light scattered down, blasting large craters into the already ravaged earth once more.

In the future, it was likely that no vegetation would grow here for decades, making it a desolate wasteland of life.

Yan Chu and several other Celestials stood on the ground, allowing the countless meteor-like lights to shoot down; even when they landed at their feet, the group remained motionless.

The aftershocks of a battle between Celestials were a lethal threat to those below that realm.

But for them, who were also Celestials, it was merely a spectacle to be admired.

Pucha Yunlie's appearance bore some resemblance to Pucha Yunlie, though his face carried more signs of weathering.

He was known as one of the few handsome men in Northern Mang.

His unique ethnic clothing had been specially tailored, with the left and right collars folded outward to reveal a brocade scarf inside; his face full of bushy beard paired with two small braids on either side gave him a somewhat self-admiring air.

To the eyes of those from the Great Jin Dynasty, it naturally felt like a discordant ugliness.

“Oh? This Li Shuoting indeed has some skill!”

Pucha Yunlie crossed his arms over his chest, squinting upward at the two people stirring the clouds as he said indifferently:

“His Nine Heavens Dragon Cry is no worse than Xiao Sidao's Cloud-Soaring Sky Eagle. In time, if he is allowed to open his Spiritual Divine Treasury, he will definitely be a massive threat to our Northern Mang.”

“Today, since they have left Longsheng Pass, we can both level the pass and deal with Li Shuoting. A vast portion of Jin's territory will surely fall into our empire's hands!”

Murong Han said with a smile:

“It is still the Great Priest who is divinely brilliant. By following the will of the eternal heaven and knowing we could resolve Longsheng Pass in one stroke today, we have reached this point.”

His smile was cruel and overbearing; recalling the scene of breaking through Longsheng Pass not long ago and slaughtering the Jin soldiers inside, the killing intent in his heart became even harder to suppress.

Northern Mang was a bitter and cold land, home to many nomadic people who lived by following the water.

The commoners had to fight for survival from a very young age, battling wild wolves and fighting off soaring eagles, which led most to develop fierce and bloodthirsty temperaments.

Eagles and wolves were both enemies to the people of Northern Mang and viewed as spiritual totems, as they believed in pure power and slaughter.

At this moment, Murong Han gave a grim grin, revealing his white teeth as his gaze uncontrollably sized Luo Jin up and down.

This was a female Celestial.

If he could capture her alive, he would enjoy her thoroughly in this open space, and after he had his fill, he would torture her to death.

A faint trace of worry appeared on Luo Jin's cold, pale cheeks.

Although the number of Celestials on both sides was currently equal, Pucha Yunlie and the Longevity Cult Priest Huyan Zhuori on the opposite side were both Celestials who had opened two Divine Treasuries.

On her side, although General Pang Chong had also opened two Divine Treasuries, he was at a slight disadvantage compared to Pucha Yunlie.

This was because Pucha Yunlie was widely renowned as a top expert not inferior to Xiao Sidao, and one of the pillars of Northern Mang.

However, at the thought of Yan Chu, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly settled down.

Not long ago, Yan Chu's god-and-demon-like methods had been deeply etched into the depths of her heart.

Helian Clan Chief had similarly opened two Divine Treasuries.

Yet before Yan Chu, he could only flee in panic, and he didn't even manage to escape before being caught and killed.

The other party's strength had likely already reached the level of three Divine Treasuries.

At this time, she noticed Murong Han's gaze and couldn't help but frown and look over.

Murong Han gave a sinister smile, thrust his waist directly toward her, and then made a slicing motion across his neck with his hand.

“You seek death!”

Luo Jin's pretty face instantly turned ice-cold as killing intent surged out.

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“Hmm?”

Pucha Yunlie also withdrew his gaze from above at this time and noticed Luo Jin; raising an eyebrow, he stroked his shiny small braid and said:

“A female Celestial—the Khan will surely like her. We shall take her later and offer her to the Khan.”

What?

Hearing these words, Murong Han immediately deflated.

As a member of the Khan's personal guard, how could he not know that the Khan loved beauties above all else?

During the Khan's inspections, whenever he saw a woman of exceptional beauty, he would inevitably seize her and take her back to the Imperial Capital.

The current Northern Mang had two Empresses.

One of them, Empress Xiao, was originally a consort of the previous Khan.

Because her appearance was peerless, ranked seventh on the beauties ranking list as the 'Thousand Charms and Hundred Graces', the current Khan Luan Di Tianye rebelled on the day she married the previous Khan. He killed his own father on his wedding day, succeeded him as the new Khan, and married Empress Xiao.

And before that, Empress Xiao was supposed to be married to Luan Di Tianye's elder brother, only to be snatched away by his father, who took his own daughter-in-law.

Ultimately, she was snatched away again by another son.

The other Empress, Yilanduo, was the daughter of a small tribe's Clan Chief.

On the day she was born, a fragrance wafted for ten miles, drawing tens of thousands of cattle and horses to surround the delivery room, refusing to leave. This matter immediately alerted Luan Di Tianye, who conferred the title of Empress upon her while she was still in swaddling clothes.

Later, as Yilanduo gradually grew up, the thick fragrance on her body slowly dissipated, turning into a more rich and elegant scent that constantly lingered around her, making people fall into a trance.

She was ranked tenth on the beauties ranking list as 'Hidden Fragrance Filling the Sleeves'.

In the year Yilanduo turned thirteen, she was formally married into the palace by Luan Di Tianye.

And this marriage alliance was also because the Khan had heard of Princess Yunshu's legendary beauty, which made him willing to withdraw his troops on the condition that the Great Jin Dynasty send the princess for marriage.

This matter had caused quite a bit of controversy within Northern Mang.

However, Luan Di Tianye had always been domineering, with a majesty that no one dared to violate, so there weren't many who opposed him.

But now, as the Great Priest spoke, even the Khan had to listen to his opinion, sending Xiao Sidao and the others deep into Youzhou.

Outside Longsheng Pass, there were also Northern Mang Celestials and an army of tens of thousands waiting to provide support.

With today's events, the marriage alliance was essentially ruined.

But capturing a female Celestial back to Northern Mang—the Khan should surely be happy with that, right?

“Pucha Yunlie, Murong Han, you seek death!!”

Luo Jin's beautiful eyes were filled with fury as she struck out with a delicate jade-like palm from afar, which appeared like a white jade mountain stretching across the sky, crushing down toward the two of them.

“Ooh! Such a spicy temper! I like it!”

Murong Han gave a cold laugh and pulled an Iron Gada from his waist. Carrying the force of ten thousand tons, he smashed it upward with a bang.

Dong!

Terrifying ripples scattered and overflowed, causing the ground for over ten miles around to sink by a level.

Murong Han took two heavy steps back.

An abnormal flush also appeared on Luo Jin's pretty face.

Swish!

Pang Chong appeared beside Luo Jin and said coldly:

“Murong Han, what kind of skill is it to bully a woman? Let me experience your high-level moves!”

“Hahaha!”

Pucha Yunlie laughed loudly, directly exposing Pang Chong's intentions,

“General Pang, bullying a woman isn't skill, but does bullying someone with a single Divine Treasury while you have the cultivation of two Divine Treasuries give you a great sense of achievement?”

“It's better if this King fights you instead!”

As he spoke, a terrifying Aura that looked down upon the world rose up, not at all weaker than the Prince of Zhenbei and his opponent high above, locking onto Pang Chong.

“You—Pucha Yunlie!!”

Pang Chong's eyes narrowed; having his thoughts seen through, he was filled with wariness.

But the Aura on his body still rose without reservation, clashing and grinding against Pucha Yunlie's Aura, making the surrounding world even more chaotic.

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Just as Pang Chong and Pucha Yunlie were at loggerheads and Luo Jin and Murong Han were eyeing each other with hostility,

the Longevity Cult's Second Priest, Huyan Zhuori, who had not said a word since his arrival, looked through the air that was surging like water ripples with his fiery red eyes and fixed them on Yan Chu, saying:

“This Priest has come today for our Wolf God's Holy Relic. The will of the eternal heaven tells me that the holy relic is on your person!”

The corner of Yan Chu's mouth curled up as a piece of gray leather the size of a fingernail suddenly appeared in his hand. He asked with a smile:

“Are you talking about this?”

“The Wolf God's Holy Relic!!”

Huyan Zhuori's expression froze.

He had only been making a rough guess; the Great Priest had mentioned before they came that the Wolf God's Holy Relic was nearby.

Huyan Zhuori had heard of these few Great Jin Celestials; from their performance, they wouldn't have any connection to the Wolf God's Holy Relic.

Only this young, strange Celestial.

His expression had been calm from beginning to end, more composed than anyone else. Huyan Zhuori had just spoken on a whim, never expecting the Wolf God's Holy Relic to actually be in his hands.

The moment this gray leather appeared, Pucha Yunlie and Murong Han both simultaneously withdrew their Auras and focused all their attention on Yan Chu.

Pucha Yunlie's expression instantly became gloomier than ice.

“The Wolf God's Holy Relic was always kept by Helian Clan Chief. Where is he now?”

Yan Chu smiled slightly:

“He is waiting for you. I'll send you down to see him right now!”

“You seek death!!”

Although they had all made guesses, Yan Chu's words were undoubtedly an admission that Helian Clan Chief was already dead, having died at the hands of the person before them.

This made him fly into a rage.

Along with Helian Clan Chief was also the great General Tuoba Hong.

Regardless of whether he was telling the truth, as long as they beat him half to death and captured him, everything would naturally come to light.

“Wait!”

Just as Pucha Yunlie's Aura erupted and he was about to strike, Huyan Zhuori called out to him, squinting as he sized up Yan Chu and slowly said:

“Helian Clan Chief performed a Divine Possession not long ago. How did you defeat him?”

It was precisely because Helian Clan Chief had invited the god into his body and heavily consumed the power remaining in the Wolf God's Holy Relic that the Great Priest was able to sense it.

But if Helian Clan Chief had performed Divine Possession, in theory, there should be few people in this world who could kill him in that state.

Unless the time was up and the effect of the possession vanished, only then would Helian Clan Chief die from the backlash.

Yan Chu crooked his little finger and chuckled:

“Won't you find out once you try to defeat me?”

Dammit!

“Attack!”

Huyan Zhuori's red beard shook with anger as he gave a great roar, appearing behind Yan Chu like a ghost.

He held an iron staff, and the serpent head on the staff spat out crimson flames emitting black smoke; faint screams and wails could be heard from within the flames, which looked like ghost fires as they blocked off Yan Chu's path of retreat.

Boom!

As Pucha Yunlie swung his palm, dense black clouds layered upon each other, enveloping Yan Chu.

The cloud layers carried a strong corrosive scent, making the air hiss as it was eaten away.

We should have attacked long ago!

Pucha Yunlie snorted coldly in his heart, wondering why the Second Priest was wasting his breath.

He was extremely confident in his side's strength.

Although there were also four Celestials on the other side, his own strength was not inferior to the Prince of Zhenbei, and the Second Priest had come with a treasure of the Longevity Cult; he didn't believe they couldn't take down a few Southern Dynasty people.

The advantage was his!

At the same moment Pucha Yunlie moved, Murong Han also acted.

He swung that Iron Gada, and instantly an Aura as heavy as a small mountain came crashing down toward Yan Chu.

“How dare you!”

Luo Jin gave a delicate shout, her long hair flying and her skirts swaying; her slender, plain hands glowed with a white jade-like luster, transforming into countless palm shadows that met Murong Han's attack layer by layer.

In contrast, Pang Chong's expression shifted as he stood in place without intervening.

The grudge between Yan Chu and his nephew was not shallow; he did not have the habit of helping an enemy.

Furthermore, even if Yan Chu died here today, he had enough confidence to preserve his own life.

After all, he was a Celestial who had opened two Divine Treasuries.

As long as someone with three Divine Treasuries did not appear, it would be as difficult as reaching the heavens for anyone to kill him.

Seeing Pang Chong watching from the sidelines, Huyan Zhuori couldn't help but feel a slight joy in his heart. The flames spitting from his iron staff became even more explosive, splitting into countless fire snakes to burn Yan Chu to ashes.

“Watch out!”

In her urgency, Luo Jin couldn't help but call out a warning.

Swish!

At that moment, Yan Chu, who was in everyone's sight, suddenly vanished; the figure standing in place dissipated like a dream or a bubble.

Hmm?

Pucha Yunlie's pupils contracted as his palm, enveloped in black clouds, struck nothing but air, leaving a palm print dozens of feet wide where Yan Chu had stood. The soil layer below was corroded into a flowing liquid.

Huyan Zhuori forcibly stopped at the last moment, and the flames he had spat out were all pulled back into the serpent's mouth with a whoosh.

Both of them simultaneously looked toward Murong Han.

A gust of wind blew past, and Yan Chu's figure leaped out from the wind, already appearing beside Luo Jin, grabbing her pale, delicate wrist.

Swish!

At the same time Luo Jin's wrist was grabbed, Yan Chu extended his other hand to meet the incoming Iron Gada.

Murong Han was initially startled by Yan Chu's ghost-like movement technique, but seeing that he actually dared to meet his weapon with his bare hand the next moment, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and the force of his swing increased by another thirty percent.

His Iron Gada was a genuine divine weapon, and added to the fact that he had opened his Physical Body Divine Treasury, this one strike would smash even three mountains piled together into rubble.

“Get back!”

Luo Jin was thrown into confusion by Yan Chu's sudden action, and at this moment, she couldn't help but lose her composure.

Yet she saw Yan Chu's extended right hand make a tearing motion in front of him.

Chila!

An invisible and intangible force extended forward.

None of the people present could see what that thing was, but the sensation was incredibly real; everyone felt a hair-raising chill from the bottom of their hearts.

The Iron Gada, a divine-tier weapon, was torn apart from the middle.

A pitch-black mark appeared in the center—that was an absolute vacuum where everything had been ripped in two.

“Not good!!”

Murong Han's face turned pale with horror, and his head felt like it was exploding. His instincts as a Celestial produced a powerful threat of death, and he hurriedly tried to pull back and retreat.

Pula! Pula!

He retreated a hundred feet, but two irregular halves of his body stood separately; intestines and internal organs spilled all over the ground in between, yet the man was not even aware that he was already dead.

The half-mouths on each of the two body parts opened and closed:

“Phew... that was close! What was that?”

Then, he died completely.

Before he could finish that sentence, his Primordial Spirit had already been torn apart.

[Tearing apart a Northern Mang Celestial, extremely satisfying, Experience +200,000]

What was that?

Not only did Murong Han have this question before he died, but Pucha Yunlie and the others did as well.

They had only seen Yan Chu make a random downward grabbing motion, and Murong Han was dead.

From beginning to end, they hadn't felt any fluctuations of True Essence or physical power.

“Oh! You... why are you grabbing me?”

“I wasn't afraid of him!”

Luo Jin's wrist, white as frost and snow, was still held in Yan Chu's hand; she had thought Yan Chu helped her because he was worried she wasn't Murong Han's match.

At this moment, she felt a bit shy and couldn't even bring herself to investigate what Yan Chu's move just now was.

Yan Chu turned his head back, his eyes devoid of any emotional color, as he said slowly, word by word:

“No one is allowed to compete with me!”