271: Dragon Thunder Fight

Bang!

With a loud bang, the mountain formed by the ‘De’ character brick landed heavily.

It kicked up a sky full of smoke and dust that lingered for a long time.

Within the smoke and dust, many Disciples tried to escape amidst the chaos.

The other Disciples of the Supreme rushed forward, killing them one by one.

Watching the Disciples finish their work, Jun Ao Zhi frowned sharply:

“How did I teach you? Did you forget to cremate the bodies?”

Although the Disciples felt that Jun Ao Zhi was being overly cautious, having lived under his oppressive influence for years, they dared not voice any dissent.

They gathered the bodies and cremated them on the spot.

Just as they were cremating them, a wisp of black smoke suddenly shot out, picking a random direction and attempting to flee.

A Disciple, quick-eyed and quick-handed, blocked the black mist.

Only after blocking it did he realize that the black mist was the remnant soul of the Blind Youth.

Upon seeing this, the Disciples were utterly impressed with Jun Ao Zhi.

They turned to offer some words of flattery, only to find that Jun Ao Zhi’s figure was no longer behind them.

In a forest outside Sword Gorge Pass, a black crow, lying in a pool of blood with its chest pierced, slowly opened its eyes.

Looking closely, a hint of human-like relief flashed in the crow’s eyes.

At this moment, the soul within the crow had been replaced by the Blind Youth using a secret technique.

The black crow staggered to its feet, still in shock.

That was close!

This Jun Ao Zhi is indeed cunning; I didn’t expect even the remnant soul I left behind to be discovered.

Killing and cremating the bodies in one go, truly worthy of a Disciple taught by Forget-Love Peak.

But… do you think that was my only contingency?

Do you really think my black crow couldn’t evade your Jun Ao Zhi’s attack?

The more the Blind Youth thought about his golden cicada shedding its shell trick, the more brilliant he found it, and he emerged from Jun Ao Zhi’s shadow, a hint of vigor returning to his eyes.

Jun Ao Zhi, I’ve remembered you!

Don’t let me meet you again!

If I ever see you again in the future, I will definitely retreat far away!

There was no other way; the Blind Youth knew his own limits.

He had no confidence in killing Jun Ao Zhi.

Killing Jun Ao Zhi and then escaping from Gu Liangyuan’s hands was even more of a fantasy.

Didn’t even the Zhuge Family’s direct descendant fail to escape death?

How could a small Golden Core Cultivator with no background dare to challenge a giant?

He was already thanking heaven and earth for having saved his life.

Therefore, he made up his mind to stay far away from here, preferably moving to another continent to continue his cultivation.

Clearing his thoughts, the black crow struggled to get up.

He had barely taken a step when something blocked his path.

Looking up, Jun Ao Zhi’s face came into view.

Caw!

The black crow was so startled it let out a duck-like squawk.

It hastily retreated two steps, getting a clear view of Jun Ao Zhi’s full appearance.

Before it could speak, it felt itself enveloped in flames.

At this moment, it was merely a wisp of a remnant soul; how could it resist? In a moment, it was burned to ashes.

Even the lingering bloodstains on the ground were completely evaporated as a result.

Having done all this, Jun Ao Zhi let out a light breath:

“That was close, I almost missed this beast.”

“Fortunately, Master doesn’t know, otherwise he would surely ‘subdue me with virtue’.”

Shaking his head, Jun Ao Zhi returned to where the Dragon Concealment Formation was located.

What he didn’t know was that Gu Liangyuan, in Forget-Love Hall, was watching all of this with a dark expression.

He silently noted down today’s events, planning to settle scores with Jun Ao Zhi after the Fu Long Court.

Jun Ao Zhi returned to the Dragon Concealment Formation, and another Disciple came to ask:

“Brother Jun, what should we do with these Wenren Country soldiers?”

Jun Ao Zhi looked in the direction the Disciple was pointing and saw the hundreds of thousands of panic-stricken soldiers.

Jun Ao Zhi flicked the inquiring Disciple’s forehead:

“Foolish!”

“These are our Great Abyss’s soldiers!”

“The Wenren Emperor has occupied our Great Abyss’s territory for too long; now is the time to make him pay the price!”

Shen Mu added from the side:

“Now that the Purple Cloud Sect has been completely annihilated, and their army has left the country, their national power is empty, making it an excellent time to attack!”

Jun Ao Zhi nodded: “Indeed!”

And so, Jun Ao Zhi immediately ordered ten Core Formation Disciples and five thousand elite soldiers to guard Sword Gorge Pass, while the remaining Disciples led the elite soldiers in a full-scale assault.

Wenren Country was now betting everything; there were no more troops to deploy within the country, and only a dozen or so Core Formation Elders and Disciples of Purple Cloud Sect remained, most of whom were in the Early Stage of Core Formation.

Under Jun Ao Zhi’s offensive, they naturally had no power to resist. Jun Ao Zhi took down a country without any effort.

After taking down a country, he temporarily left five thousand elite soldiers to garrison it.

Then, he sent word to Qianqiu, asking her to send as many troops as possible to garrison it, and immediately headed for the next country.

In Gu Liangyuan’s eyes, as Jun Ao Zhi conquered a country, the Luck Golden Fish above the Great Abyss underwent a transformation; its golden scales became more textured, and whiskers grew on both sides of its mouth, gradually resembling a Dragon.

As Gu Liangyuan’s thoughts turned, the light screen before him changed again.

Within the light screen, three cities were lined up in a row.

Oriental Heng stood on the middle city, looking towards Liu Country.

Three hundred li away, a vast army was rushing towards them.

A glance revealed three to four hundred thousand soldiers.

Leading them were dozens of Core Formation Cultivators.

Moreover, most of these Core Formation Cultivators were in the Early or Middle Stage of cultivation.

Some were even extremely old, looking as if their Lifespan was about to run out.

Oriental Heng looked at this scene and shook his head slightly:

“Xuanwei Sect, there are only fifty or sixty Core Formation Cultivators within the sect.

I must commend their spirit,

To dare attack the Great Abyss’s national gate with this.

I wonder who is behind them,

Having fooled them out of their minds.”

An Inner Sect Disciple asked: “Junior Martial Uncle, should we take the initiative to attack?”

Oriental Heng shook his head:

“Senior Sister told us to defend, so we cannot take the initiative to attack, but you don’t need to worry.”

Just as the Inner Sect Disciple was puzzled, Oriental Heng suddenly rose into the air.

With a clang, the Azure Front Sword appeared out of thin air.

Holding the three-foot Azure Front Sword, Oriental Heng shouted loudly:

“Startling Dragon Thunder Battle!”

As this sentence was uttered, a Dragon roar suddenly echoed between heaven and earth!

Immediately after, a black Dragon phantom appeared out of thin air, circling above Oriental Heng’s head.

As Oriental Heng swung his sword, the black Dragon suddenly shot out, arriving above Liu Country’s army.

As the Xuanwei Sect Disciples were in doubt, rolling dark clouds, centered around the black Dragon, immediately gathered.

Crack!

A clap of thunder suddenly resounded across the sky, and the air immediately became a bit more humid.

Oriental Heng wielded his sword, and as he danced with it, the black Dragon also weaved through the clouds.

“Spit Rain Upon the World!”

As Oriental Heng uttered this sentence, the black Dragon opened its mouth and spat, and within a hundred li radius, a torrential rain immediately began to fall.

Cultivators were naturally fine, but those Mortal armies, once drenched by the rain, could no longer maintain military discipline; each of them covered their heads to avoid the rain.

Upon seeing this, the Xuanwei Sect Disciples naturally realized that someone was playing tricks.

One of the Core Formation Peak Cultivators, a middle-aged man in green, snorted coldly and suddenly shot up from the ground.

He raised his hand, and dozens of Flying Swords hovered before his chest.

“Go!”

With a loud shout, these Flying Swords simultaneously pierced towards the black Dragon in the sky!