Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 375 - 224 Sword Wave Breaks Ten Thousand Dragons_2
Chapter 375 -224 Sword Wave Breaks Ten Thousand Dragons_2
He and Ao Feng had many disagreements in the past, but he knew that after this battle, there would be no more discord.
Because they had given their all, fighting together against the most powerful enemy of the Death Realm.
However, what he didn’t expect was that he would bid farewell to the past disagreements through death.
Ao Feng died, and instantly, the Dragon Shadows scattered, and the Coiling Dragon Divine Needles slowly dissipated, flying back into those Hanhai Dragon Boats.
Chen Qing stomped his foot and turned around, hurling the Great River Sword at Ao Huanxiu.
Ao Huanxiu swung the sparkling thunder halberd in his hand to block but in an instant, it was snapped by a thrust of the Great River Sword.
His entire body was struck by the sword and flung five miles away, pinning him against a giant rock.
Ao Huanxiu roared to the heavens, revealing his true form as a Three-eyed Thunder Dragon. Just as he lifted his head, he saw Chen Qing had already grasped the hilt of the Great River Sword and drew it, slashing towards his neck!
Ao Huanxiu slightly turned his head, receiving the sword strike with the double horns on top of his head.
The sword passed, and two silver dragon horns fell.
Again, Ao Huanxiu conjured a thunder halberd and roared furiously, intending to fight Chen Qing to the death.
Chen Qing pressed down with his sword, and Ao Huanxiu swung his halberd to block, only to be pressed down into the ground by dozens of feet by Chen Qing, shattering the earth and forming a large pit.
Ao Huanxiu’s hands cracked, already broken to pieces by Chen Qing’s immense strength.
Chen Qing followed up with another sword strike, and Ao Huanxiu’s eyes showed a desolate look.
With his dragon horns shattered and arms broken, there was no turning back.
Chen Qing executed him with a single sword stroke, beheading the colossal dragon head which fell to the ground, leaving Ao Huanxiu’s eyes filled with intense unwillingness.
“So death feels like this…”
“How I hate, the pearl of my homeland…”
Chen Qing, who always had the habit of dealing the final blow, stabbed Ao Huanxiu’s skull with another sword, then turned to battle those Hanhai Dragon Boats.
Seeing this, Hu Yao wiped the blood off her face and shouted, “Brother has slain Ao Feng, Ao Huanxiu!”
“Victory!”
“The enemy general is dead!”
Xuan Mang, hearing this, didn’t even look toward the real battlefield, nor care whether Ao Feng and Ao Huanxiu were truly dead, and immediately shouted, “Lord Wen’s formation has cut down Ao Huanxiu, Ao Feng!”
“The enemy general is dead, follow me and slaughter them all!”
“Great victory!”
“Dragon Cavalry victorious!”
A massive wave of Dragon Cavalry soldiers hearing this cheer joined in the jubilation, “Victory, our army has won!”
“Victorious!”
“To hell with the Dragon Palace, to hell with the Great Sect!”
“The Dragon Palace, is nothing more than this!”
Chen Qing leaped up and slashed apart a Hanhai Dragon Boat with his sword, shouting, “Pursue the fleeing army, let none escape!”
This was part of the battle for kingship; prisoners could not be spared.
Moreover, the disciples of the Dragon Palace could never surrender to Chen Qing.
Chen Qing charged into the crowd, unleashing widespread slaughter with his overpowering might.
Previously, a single sword strike might not finish a person from the Ghost Face Realm, but now Chen Qing, with his full layers of Lang Qian Die sword momentum and unmatched Sword Intent, easily cut down an enemy with a single strike!
What Protective Spirit Energy, what Bronze Green Dragon Body, in front of him, it was as fragile as paper.
The disciples of the Dragon Palace witnessed two great dragons fall from the sky, bleeding profusely onto the earth, filling them with trepidation.
With the Dragon Cavalry now even more ferocious and devoid of any resistance spirit, their only thought was to flee, to make it back to the city was of utmost importance.
Once the disciples of the Dragon Palace lost the will to resist, they could no longer harm the remaining Dragon Cavalry, their role reduced to being chased and killed.
Chen Qing led the Dragon Cavalry in a pursuit across three hundred miles, creating rivers of blood.
Along the three hundred miles, the road was paved with blood; not far off, there was a dragon corpse every few meters.
These dragon corpses might not be pureblood true dragons, but they still bore dragon forms; some were Flood Dragons, Dragon Whales, or Chi Dragons.
Various dragons like Ice Dragons, Sea Dragons, and Cold Dragons were almost everywhere.
And there were many from other Sea Clans as well.
Throughout the relentless pursuit, Chen Qing was drenched in blood, nearly turning himself into a bloodman.
It was only when they reached Sea Covering City that Chen Qing finally stopped his relentless pursuit.
Seeing the few dozen escaping ahead and the imposing view of Sea Covering City, Chen Qing pondered.
Indeed, he could breach the city, but breaking through would waste too much time.
He glanced back at the location of Ji Dang’s King’s Aura, merely eight thousand miles away.
Ji Dang was pulled a bit closer again.
It takes at least a day to attack the city, and then almost another day to reorganize the troops—this is all done in a hurry.
We can’t delay any longer.
In front of Sea Covering City, Chen Qing raised his hand and cut off the Big Dragon Flag atop the city gate, “Today, I will spare you all!”
“Come tomorrow, none of you shall survive!”
Chen Qing raised the Great River Sword, still dripping with blood in his hand, “Retreat!”
“Let’s go, back to the tower ship!”
Leading the remaining Dragon Cavalry back to the tower ship, Chen Qing ordered, “Second brother, quickly take your men to clean up the battlefield, and trace the missing Dragon Cavalry!”
Xuan Mang promptly took the command and left.
A large number of Dragon Cavalry gathered around Chen Qing, each one of them ambitious.
The so-called Dragon Palace was crushed one by one under their iron hooves.
Their gaze towards Chen Qing was now filled with pure admiration.
They needed a hero to lead them out of the Death Realm.
And now they have one, a future Lord of the Dead World, a King!
Hearing Chen Qing’s orders at this moment, they carried them out almost without thinking.
Chen Qing turned back to look at Hu Yao, who, along with a monkey, was moving the dead bodies of the Demon Clan, piling them up together.
At a glance, there were nearly five hundred dead from the Demon Clan.
When the Dragon Cavalry forcefully attacked the Heavenly Dragon Army, it was the large army of the Demon Clan that held back the remaining 1,800 strong army of the Dragon Palace.
One thousand from the Demon Clan faced the 1,800 strong Dragon Palace army equipped with the Hanhai Dragon Boat, blocking them momentarily, already exceeding their original combat power.
Chen Qing shook off the fresh blood on his body and slowly walked to Hu Yao’s side, “Are you alright?”
Hu Yao smiled bitterly, “In war, people are bound to die.”
“I’ve always known that.”
Hu Yao pointed at a Green Bull in the pile of demon corpses, “That Green Bull, he protected me.”
“He broke one of his horns to block a blade for me.”
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“And over there, that White Snake Spirit, she clearly said she would flee at the first chance on the battlefield.”
“But she died in battle, using her crippled body to strangle a disciple of the Dragon Palace.”
“And this one… and those…”
“I recognize every one of them, I picked them all up myself.”
“Senior brother, I know people die in wars, and I was prepared.”
“But I don’t know why, I suddenly feel sad.”
Chen Qing reached out and wiped the tears from the corner of Hu Yao’s eyes.
“Don’t worry, we will win in the end, their deaths, their sacrifices, will not be in vain!”
Hu Yao nodded vigorously, “Mm, senior brother, I believe you.”
“We will win, and we will be the masters of the Dead World!”
“This realm of the Dead World, anyone who dares to look directly at us will die one after another!”
The monkey picked up a giant torch and came in front of Hu Yao, “Your Majesty, let’s burn it.”
The corpses of the Demon Clan were a great fortune, but as members of the Demon Clan, they never thought this way.
Leaving them here would only cause unrest to their souls after death.
Hu Yao took the torch and threw it on the pile of demon corpses that had been built into a mountain, as one tiger demon after another brought jars of strong liquor.
Hu Yao, crying and laughing, opened these jars of liquor, throwing the strong alcohol onto the flaming pile.
“I, Hu Yao, swear here, I will definitely not let your sacrifices be in vain.”
“The blood of our Demon Clan must be repaid with blood.”
“I will take care of your descendants.”
“And I, too, will become a king!”
Hu Yao reached out, took off the red other-side flower he wore by his ear, and threw it into the flames.
Just then, the world suddenly changed, a blood-colored thunderbolt struck down onto the pile of bodies.
Demon Clouds rolled in, the fresh blood of the deceased demons gradually gathered at the highest point of the fire, and in the continuously falling blood-colored lightning, it congealed into a blood-colored long banner.
Hu Yao’s eyes fell on that eerie long banner, which depicted the appearances of those fallen demons in life, like ancient totems.
Chen Qing was also stunned by this sudden scene, looking at the big banner and exclaiming, “Demon Summoning Banner!”
