114: Chapter 114 Clad in green and white robes, they shatter the dome; two heroes stand shoulder to shoulder, slaying the rebellious king.

"Prince, you are wise! We are willing to go through fire and water for you, and we will not refuse even if we die a thousand deaths!"

The generals and Grandmasters below raised their cups in unison, echoing his words with a tide of flattery.

In their view, the Evil Qi of the military formation from the three hundred thousand strong army was enough to make even an expert at the Peak of the Divine Bridge Realm drink hatred on the spot.

The Northwest is bitter and cold, and the people are fierce; these three hundred thousand iron cavalrymen were the greatest source of confidence for Prince Zhenbei to roam the world.

A mere madman who only knew how to wield a sword was simply not worth worrying about.

Prince Zhenbei surveyed the hall with satisfaction, downed the strong liquor in his cup in one gulp, and declared heroically:

"As long as I lead my troops south, we will trample the capital! Everyone here will be a minister who followed the Dragon! That Ye Xiu..."

"Boom—!!!"

Before the wild words left Prince Zhenbei's mouth, a sudden change occurred!

The dome of the prince's palace, built of century-old ironwood and incomparably sturdy, suddenly emitted a deafening, explosive roar.

This sound drowned out the strings and bamboo music in the hall, drowned out the wild laughter of the generals, as if the Heavens were angry and had sent down divine punishment.

Immediately following, a domineering and peerless Pure Yang Sword Qi descended from the sky!

This Sword Qi was like a red-hot blade slicing into butter, directly splitting the entire roof of the palace in two and cleaving it open with a roar!

Blinding sunlight, mixed with debris and broken beams, poured down from above.

The exotic dancers in the center of the hall screamed and fled in all directions, while the generals and Grandmasters on either side, who had been so confident just moments ago, were knocked over by the sudden, terrifying pressure. Wine, dishes, and broken wood were mixed together in a mess.

"Who goes there?! How dare you raid the prince's mansion at night!"

Prince Zhenbei abruptly drew the gem-encrusted sword from his waist, his True Qi at the Peak of the Divine Bridge Realm erupting, staring fixedly at the broken dome.

The dust and smoke gradually dispersed.

In the horrified gazes of the hall full of rebellious generals, a huge, transparent Qi sword floated above the ruins in the air of the palace.

And standing side by side on that Qi sword were two people.

The person on the left wore a white garment as pure as snow, with a purple-red wine gourd hanging from his waist, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind.

Those eyes of gold and silver heterochromia revealed an arrogance and playfulness that looked down upon all living beings, like a demon god from the Nine Heavens unbound by worldly constraints.

The person on the right wore a washed-out green shirt, holding an ancient book in his hand.

His face was refined and scholarly, his temperament otherworldly, like an immortal who had walked out of a painting, surrounded by an awe-inspiring aura of righteousness.

"Ye... Ye Xiu?! Jiang Baigui!"

Upon seeing the faces of the newcomers, Prince Zhenbei's legs went soft, and his hand holding the sword trembled violently.

He never expected that these two most terrifying gods of slaughter in Yankang Kingdom would come without even bringing an army, just the two of them, directly air-dropping into his lair!

"Old Jiang, look at this bunch of traitors, gathering together to drink and eat meat, living a life much more comfortable than ours. Even the dancing girls are more charming than those in the Music Bureau."

Ye Xiu pulled out the gourd stopper, tilted his head back, took a swig of strong liquor, and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He stepped off the Qi sword, as if treading on invisible stairs, slowly walking down from mid-air.

"Cult Leader Ye jokes. Jiang cannot swallow this kind of 'last meal'."

Jiang Baigui put away the book in his hand and also stepped down.

As the two big shots landed, the Pure Yang Dragon Might of the Nine Transformations of Dragonization at Great Perfection, mixed with the unfathomable Confucian righteous aura of the Imperial Preceptor, instantly transformed into two invisible primeval divine mountains, crashing down onto the shoulders of everyone in the hall.

Several guards with weaker cultivation didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed by this aura, bleeding from their seven orifices and fainting on the spot.

"You bully people too much! Do you really think my three prefectures in the Northwest are an empty land?!"

Prince Zhenbei's eyes were splitting, his strong desire to survive and the confidence of holding heavy troops allowed him to hold on and not kneel.

He roared like a madman: "Come here! Form the formation! Kill these two madmen for me! There are three hundred thousand troops outside, we can wear them out to death!"

Following Prince Zhenbei's order, the dozen or so Grandmasters and fierce generals in the hall bit the tips of their tongues, frantically stimulating their True Qi, attempting to join forces to encircle and annihilate them.

From the outskirts of the prince's mansion came the sound of dense, heavy footsteps, and tens of thousands of heavy-armored personal guards were surging in like a tide.

The sound of crossbows being loaded connected into one, and the murderous intent soared to the sky.

Facing this inescapable net of a must-kill situation, Ye Xiu and Jiang Baigui were not only not panicked in the slightest, but they didn't even look at the ants rushing over.

"Old Jiang, it's a deal. This room full of flies belongs to me; the Prince Zhenbei you want to kill is over there, do it yourself. Don't say I didn't give you a chance to show off."

Ye Xiu waved his large sleeve and laughed wildly.

"I will trouble Cult Leader Ye to clear the field."

Jiang Baigui nodded slightly, his gaze directly locking onto the distorted face of Prince Zhenbei on the high platform.

In the next second, the slaughter feast officially began.

"Die, you brat!"

A fierce general of the Northwest military at the Divine Treasury Realm held a giant axe, carrying the sonic boom of tearing the Void Realm, and slashed fiercely at the back of Ye Xiu's head.

The axe blade was entwined with thick Evil Qi of blood, obviously a killing technique honed on the battlefield.

Ye Xiu didn't even turn his head. His slender right hand reached back casually, and with just two fingers, he gripped the giant axe weighing a thousand catties out of thin air!

"What?!"

The fierce general's pupils shook; he tried his best to pull out the giant axe, but found that the axe seemed to have taken root, motionless.

"With just this much strength, you dare to learn how to rebel? Go back and drink milk for a few more years."

Ye Xiu exerted force with his fingertips, and with a "crack", the giant axe made of refined steel shattered directly into iron filings filling the sky.

Immediately after, he backhanded a slap.

"Bang!"

The fierce general didn't even have time to scream before his whole body, as if hit by a siege hammer, instantly turned into a mist of blood.

The violent air wave directly sent the few Grandmasters rushing up behind him flying, their bones completely shattered as they stuck to the wall, unable to be scraped off.

"Ants are just ants; no matter how many come, they are just here to die."

Ye Xiu held the wine gourd, like a primeval Tyrannosaurus Rex charging into a flock of sheep.

He didn't use any fancy Martial Skill; relying solely on his Physical Body at the Great Perfection of the Nine Transformations of Dragonization, every punch he threw caused the sound of a Dragon roar to explode.

Every time he stepped down, the floor tiles cracked like a spider web, and even the earth trembled.

A Grandmaster of the heterodox path who was good at using poison sprayed a mouthful of dark green poisonous mist, attempting to blind Ye Xiu's vision.

Ye Xiu sneered, his chest swelled high, and he suddenly opened his mouth to spit.

A mouthful of Dragon breath mixed with Pure Yang True Fire spewed out, not only instantly burning the poison mist clean, but also burning that poison Grandmaster, along with his bones, into a pile of ashes on the ground.

These Grandmasters and generals famous in the Northwest couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the hall full of brave generals that Prince Zhenbei was proud of had fallen.

Severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, and wails echoed throughout the palace.

On the other side, Jiang Baigui's battle appeared elegant, cruel, and full of a suffocating sense of ritual.

He walked step by step towards Prince Zhenbei.

The death soldiers of the prince's mansion who tried to stop him were pressed directly to the ground by an invisible righteous aura before they could even get within three zhang of him.

The weapons in their hands fell from their grasp one after another, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

"You... don't come over! Jiang Baigui! I am of the Imperial Bloodline; according to the law, I should be handed over to the Imperial Clan Court for trial! If you dare to lynch me here, that is contempt for imperial power, and the Emperor will not let you go!"