Chapter 283: Chapter 206: The Legend and Truth of the Small Town, The Rakshasa Race’s Divine Venerable, An Army at the Gates

The males were hideous, possessing astonishing strength. They brutally killed and devoured their victims. The females were breathtakingly beautiful, luring their prey in to be killed and eaten.

BANG!

BANG!

Ugly, crawling creatures repeatedly slammed into the light barrier on the Great Wall, only to be obliterated by the golden runes of light.

The Rakshasa Army charged forward.

In the center of the army, an exceptionally ugly, tall young man sat on an elevated seat. Twelve male Rakshasa, six to a side, carried a high palanquin, atop which burned a candle shaped like a human skull.

The man was attended by numerous beautiful female Rakshasa.

A slit opened between the tall young man’s brows, revealing a crimson eye.

It saw the top of the wall, a thousand meters away.

"So it’s him."

The tall young man smiled.

"My Lord, who is it?"

"A famous one, indeed. He once slew a Throne and has also killed a great many of the Demon Race. It seems Yulu Pass won’t be so easy to breach."

"However, Her Majesty the Empress is pressing, so I can’t dally. I shall test his mettle."

The tall young man sat up in his palanquin, shot forth, and stood poised in the void, facing Zhao Xuanwu directly.

Atop the wall, a large number of Great Yan’s border soldiers had already gathered. When one of the Commanders saw the size of the Rakshasa Army below, his face paled slightly. He looked at Zhao Xuanwu, cupped his fist, and said:

"Sir, should we request reinforcements? The fall of Shanhai Pass is still fresh in our minds. Yulu Pass is even more strategic than Shanhai Pass. If it falls, vast stretches of the Great Yan border will be completely exposed. We have too few masters at Yulu Pass right now."

"Calm yourself."

Zhao Xuanwu said calmly.

"The other passes along the Great Wall are undoubtedly being harassed by the Holy Nether Army as well. How could they spare anyone to reinforce us? The Court is too far away to even be a consideration."

"The Demon Country came prepared this time. The Rakshasa Race has few Divine Venerables. For them to send one here means they’re giving Yulu Pass a great deal of importance. Still, I wouldn’t call this situation unmanageable."

As Zhao Xuanwu finished speaking, he rose slowly into the air, borne aloft by the wind.

Only a Martial Artist who has reached the Feather Transformation Realm can traverse the void with their Flesh Body, crossing thousands of miles in an instant and moving as they please, all without relying on any Divine Techniques.

"So you’re the Garrison Commander of Yulu Pass? The peerless Sword Venerable, known as Great Yan’s First Slash?"

The leader of the Rakshasa Army, the tall young man, chuckled.

Zhao Xuanwu lazily took a swig of wine and pursed his lips. "The world fears the name ’Sword Venerable,’ but no one knows my real name. I have to say, being too famous is more trouble than it’s worth sometimes."

"Just as I’d expect from the Sword Venerable—all big talk. I wonder if you’ll still be laughing so freely when the pass is breached and your people are dead," the tall young man sneered.

"And what makes you so confident you can breach Yulu Pass?" Zhao Xuanwu raised an eyebrow, revealing a pair of sharp eyes under his bamboo hat.

The tall young man roared with laughter. "The once-unrivaled Sword Venerable, feared by all, is now nothing but a watchdog for the Great Yan Dynasty!"

"If you were at your peak a century ago, perhaps I, this king, would be wary. But you’ve fallen from your former realm. Now, as a mere Celestial Human, what is there to fear?"

Zhao Xuanwu did not grow angry at these words. He just smiled. "You’re welcome to try."

The tall young man’s eyes narrowed. Done with words, he produced a Black Talisman and threw it into the sky. It instantly incinerated, transforming into countless wisps of black energy.

In a flash, the protective light barrier formed by the signal fires disintegrated and vanished completely.

WHOOSH!

The crimson eye between the man’s brows flashed, and a Bronze Trident appeared in his hand.

He thrust it toward Zhao Xuanwu with unstoppable, crushing momentum!

Zhao Xuanwu drained the last of the wine from his gourd, his expression growing serious.

"For the sake of Yulu Pass, I will draw my saber one last time today and indulge you!"

Zhao Xuanwu held two fingers straight and shouted:

"Martial Arts Dragon Transformation!"

As a pillar of Sword Intent shot into the sky, a colossal Martial Dao Dharma Aspect materialized in the void. Upon closer inspection, it was a three-headed, six-armed Golden Mountain Armor Man, with twelve Celestial Sabers orbiting in the sky above.

Zhao Xuanwu’s appearance had completely transformed. He had become a dashing, handsome man, wielding a Golden Saber. His upper body was perfectly sculpted, with well-defined eight-pack abs, while his lower half was clad in a kilt of Golden Qilin Armor.

His salt-and-pepper hair turned into a mane of long, black hair that floated in the air.

Yet, one could still recognize his original features beneath the transformation.

He just looked far, far younger than before.

His aura was much more pronounced, having grown more than tenfold!

Immense Gang Qi erupted from him, blazing like a great sun. The Sword Intent he exuded was unparalleled, making him seem like a Martial God of the Mortal World!

The sheer force of his skyward Saber Qi blasted his opponent a hundred feet back!

"I never expected you would re-enter the Thirteenth Realm for the sake of the people in this pass."

The tall young man frowned.

"But how long can your life force and lifespan sustain that?"

"What can you possibly do alone?"

He roared, and a colossal Rakshasa Dharma Body materialized behind him. It crashed down like a mountain as it charged toward Zhao Xuanwu.

Behind him, the thousands upon thousands of the Rakshasa Army began their assault, while Rakshasa in the sky started to fly over the Great Wall to invade Yulu Pass.

「At this very moment.」

「In a tile-roofed house in Qingping Town.」

Lü Feng listened to the sinister wind howling and the evil spirits whispering outside his window. Huddled under the covers, he cried out:

"Mom, I’m scared."

A middle-aged woman in woven straw sandals entered the room. A hard life of farm labor had left her skin dark and chapped.

"Don’t be afraid, Mom’s here. A big boy should be brave."

The middle-aged woman continued to soothe him.

At the same time, she kept glancing out of the corner of her eye at the commotion in the sky, the violent clashes echoing across the land.

A worried look filled her eyes.

But when she looked back at Lü Feng, a flash of conflict appeared in their depths.

After a long moment, her heart settled.

As if she had finally made up her mind, she looked at Lü Feng and said,

"Feng, I need you to keep this Talisman Stone safe. It’s a family heirloom."

"If any Demons break down the door, point this stone statue at them."

The middle-aged woman took out the stone statue they worshiped at home and placed it in front of Lü Feng.

"Mom! Where are you going?"

From under his blankets, Lü Feng heard the door open and quickly threw them off to ask.

"I’ll be back soon!"

The middle-aged woman quickly shut the main door and whispered a soft chant:

"Nether Moon Dao Transformation."

Hearing a sound like the air itself was being torn, Lü Feng scrambled to look out the window.

An utterly unfamiliar female figure had appeared.

A colossal Celestial Moon Magical Artifact illuminated the sky. Atop it, a Fairy in a long gown descended, ethereal as an immortal, her hair a cascade of black. Her neck was snow-white, her flawless, jade-like legs bare as she strode through the air.

「At the same time.」

Dozens of similar rainbow lights shot up from above Qingping Town as many figures with powerful auras quietly emerged.

They began to slaughter the Rakshasa Army in the sky.

Seeing this, the Rakshasa leader had a moment of realization. "So that’s how it is. I’d heard long ago that during the great wars of the Middle Ages, the Great Powers of the Human Race left behind numerous hidden lineages, scattering them throughout the Central Plains World."

"These small towns are just a smokescreen! The descendants of the Three Religions’ Saints and the Immortals from the Middle Ages have been living at the foot of the Great Wall all along. They’ve been multiplying for a thousand years, all so they could still guard the Border Pass for you. A brilliant scheme, truly."

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