303: Chapter 303 The Situation Reverses, All Parties Dismember the Qing Dynasty!

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On the shores of the East Sea, the blood mist had not yet dispersed.

The streak of blood that True Monarch Zhaohuo had transformed into fled frantically tens of thousands of miles high in the sky.

He had lost an arm, his Dao foundation was unstable, and the damaged Eight Trigrams Pill Furnace behind him wailed incessantly.

"True Lord Yuanshang! True Lord Tongming! And that pack of beasts in the sea!"

True Monarch Zhaohuo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

As a grand Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivator and a pillar of the Taiqing Sect, he had nearly been strangled to death by these scoundrels in the East Sea!

Right then, the Void Realm ahead suddenly distorted.

Two vast dao rhymes came from the west, forcefully cutting off True Monarch Zhaohuo's path.

True Monarch Zhaohuo's expression changed abruptly. Just as he was about to fight to the death, a raspy, ancient sigh echoed in his ears.

"Zhaohuo, rest up."

As the Dao light dispersed, two elders dressed in black-and-white Daoist robes stepped out of the void.

The one on the left had a simple and ancient face, holding a fly-whisk; he was none other than the Grand Elder of the Taiqing Sect, True Monarch Qingxuan. The one on the right carried an ancient sword on his back, his face as red as a date; he was the Sect Head of the Taiqing Sect, True Monarch Qinglie.

Both were at the peak of the Middle Stage Nascent Soul!

"Grand Elder! Sect Head Junior Martial Uncle!" True Monarch Zhaohuo was overjoyed. "How did you both come out? Who is guarding the Sect?"

True Monarch Qingxuan flicked his fly-whisk and looked toward the distant Qingcang Kingdom, sneering. "That old man Ziyang of the Shangqing Sect is being pinned down at home by the flood dragons of the West Sea."

"Over in Feng Prefecture, four Nascent Soul cultivators are also being held back by the Four Flood Dragon Kings."

"The thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators of the Shangqing Sect can no longer assist one another. This is the perfect opportunity to cut them off!"

The ancient sword on True Monarch Qinglie's back hummed, filled with Killing Intent. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! The Shangqing Sect cannot swallow the meat that is the Liang Kingdom. Our Taiqing Sect wants it all!"

"Not only the Liang Kingdom, but today, we will also break the spine of the Shangqing Sect!"

True Monarch Zhaohuo's spirits lifted. He swallowed a Medicinal Pill, and the flesh at his severed arm squirmed. "Great! I will go with you!"

"The Shangqing Sect still has six Nascent Soul cultivators in the Liang Kingdom. Today, we must make sure all of them remain here!"

In the next instant, the three streaks of Dao light surged upward. No longer returning to the Wei State, they transformed into three sharp blades, piercing straight into the heart of the Liang Kingdom!

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The Liang Kingdom, the land of You Prefecture.

This was the very core of the Liang Kingdom's heartland, but now it had turned into a wasteland.

The chaotic battle among fourteen Nascent Soul cultivators had lasted for seven whole days.

The earth had been beaten down by hundreds of feet, the originally continuous mountain ranges had completely vanished, and underground magma spewed out, turning this place into a dark red sea of fire...

The six great Nascent Soul cultivators of the Shangqing Sect had already gained the upper hand.

True Monarch Chihuo's [Heaven-Burning Flame] and True Monarch Qingmu's [Withered Prosperity Wood] intertwined. The fire fed on the wood, firmly suppressing the four True Monarchs of the Taiqing Sect and the Liang Kingdom's remaining four Early Stage True Monarchs.

"Fellow Daoists of the Liang Kingdom, struggle no longer."

True Monarch Chihuo laughed wildly, shattering the Magic Treasure of a Liang Kingdom True Monarch with a single palm strike. "Over in the East Sea, the Old Ancestors of your three Sects have already died out completely!"

"The destiny of this Liang Kingdom belongs to our Shangqing!"

The four True Monarchs of the Liang Kingdom were now filled with despair.

They were only at the Early Nascent Soul stage, and it was already difficult for them to hold on in a chaotic battle of this level.

Hearing that the Old Ancestors of the three Sects had fallen one after another, their minds wavered even more, and they were nearly strangled by True Monarch Qingmu's vines.

True Monarch Qingxu of the Taiqing Sect had an even gloomier expression. "Chihuo, do not speak too soon! A fire has started in your Shangqing Sect's rear. Do you really think you can win?"

"Qingxu, save your breath."

"Winning against you is more than enough!" True Monarch Chihuo's eyes turned ruthless as he prepared to deliver a lethal blow to kill someone and establish his dominance.

Right at this moment!

From the very top of the sky, a sharp sound like tearing silk rang out.

A massive Eight Trigrams array diagram descended from the illusory void without warning, instantly enveloping a radius of a hundred thousand miles!

"Who is it?!" True Monarch Chihuo looked up.

What answered him was a brilliant sword light that pierced through heaven and earth!

True Monarch Qinglie had drawn his sword.

His sword Dao immortal foundation, the [Heaven-Cleaving Sword], manifested. This strike had no fancy tricks; it possessed only ultimate speed and ultimate sharpness!

The sword light pointed straight at True Monarch Xuanming, giving him absolutely no chance to react.

Furthermore, True Monarch Xuanming cultivated the ice-attribute immortal foundation, the [Mystic Ice Soul], and his defensive capabilities were not particularly strong...

Thus, before this sword strike, his Physical Body was like thin paper.

"No!"

True Monarch Xuanming felt a chill in his back. He only had time to let out half a scream before he was sliced in half down the middle by the sword light!

Even his Nascent Soul, which had just escaped his body, was instantly shredded by the Sword Qi!

With just this single strike, an Early Stage Nascent Soul was slain!

"Xuanming!" True Monarch Chihuo's eyes nearly split from rage.

In the void, the three Nascent Soul cultivators—Qingxuan, Qinglie, and Zhaohuo—arrived side by side. At this moment, all seven Nascent Soul cultivators of the Taiqing Sect had gathered!

The balance of power was instantly reversed!

Seven from the Taiqing Sect against five from the Shangqing Sect!

True Monarch Qingxuan looked at the four lingering Nascent Soul cultivators of the Liang Kingdom and spoke calmly, "Fellow Daoists of the Liang Kingdom, the Shangqing Sect wishes to destroy your orthodoxies. This is a grudge of national and personal ruin."

"Why not join forces with our Taiqing to kill them all first? Afterward, we will grant you thirty percent of the Liang Kingdom's territory and preserve your legacies."

Hearing this, the four Nascent Soul cultivators of the Liang Kingdom exchanged glances. The despair in their eyes instantly vanished; with a way out, there was now room for negotiation.

"Alright! Let's kill them together!"

At this moment, the situation had completely tilted toward the Taiqing Sect—eleven Nascent Soul cultivators against five!

"Despicable Taiqing Sect!"

True Monarch Chihuo roared, a trace of fear finally rising in his heart. He realized that the Shangqing Sect had clearly been schemed against, dragged alive into a dead end by the overall momentum of the entire battlefield.

"Kill!"

True Monarch Qingxuan did not waste words at all. With a fierce wave of his fly-whisk, the seven Nascent Soul cultivators of Taiqing joined forces.

Eight Trigrams furnace fire, Heaven-Cleaving Sword Qi, Noble Qi... the power of their immortal foundations erupted with a bang, completely submerging the remaining five members of the Shangqing Sect.

A rain of blood poured down over the heartland of the Liang Kingdom.

One Nascent Soul old monster after another self-detonated and fell in despair.

The Great Dao rules of this world began to wail due to the deaths of so many Nascent Souls, and various eerie, blood-colored anomalies appeared.

Heaven and earth grew dim, immortal foundations collapsed, and dao rhymes swept across the world.

The peak combat power of the Human Race was being harvested like wild grass at this moment. Even though they knew the Yao Race was invading, they could no longer stop.

If they stopped and allowed Shangqing to catch its breath,

then on this continent, and even across the four seas, no force would be able to rival Shangqing. It was not that they were unaware of the threat of the Yao Race.

It was because Shangqing was simply too powerful, forcing everyone to band together to suppress it.

The cause of death for some things is often not because they are too weak, but because you are too strong, making the surrounding forces feel insecure...

Therefore, you must die!

Only when you are dead will everyone feel at ease, and only then can there be a moment to stop...

This was a dead end, and also a slaughter.

This battle was no longer something one could stop just because they wanted to; rather, it required a point of balance, a baseline that all parties could accept.

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