novelraw Chapter 1529 - 106: Mandate of Heaven!!! (3/3)
Chapter 1529 - 106: Mandate of Heaven!!! (3/3)
On the battlefield of the Northern Frontier, as far as the eye can see, countless cavalrymen were charging, the sound of hooves merging into a single echo that stretched to the horizon. The Xiongnu Tribe, clad in coarse iron armor, gripped their curved sabers and roared as they assaulted the defense of the Protectorate General.
Some perished directly on the path of the charge, falling to the ground like a hard stone.
Meanwhile, the Qin Army's spears were severed, and then they were crushed to the ground by heavy hooves, their chest bones shattered, and blood sprayed from their mouths. The once vast grassland had turned into a particularly bloody battleground; both sides continuously poured troops into it.
The node of this Earth Vein was disturbed by the scent of blood, causing instability to arise.
Baili Feng's armor had shattered, even the blade of his Mo Blade had broken. He roared furiously, stabbing a battle spear into a warhorse and using his shoulder to knock the war general off the horse's back. He seemed like a frenzied beast, wildly swinging a sword with the strength of the horse, severing the opponent's neck directly with this strike.
The horse beneath him was stimulated by the blood, roaring, and abruptly rearing up.
Hooves the size of bowls, covered with a majestic horseshoe, slammed down heavily, trampling two fallen Northern Hun cavalrymen into the mud, their chest bones cracking and shattering. Baili Feng raised his head, gasping heavily, and saw the Northern Hun King's flag fluttering in the distant direction.
Beneath that drooping banner, like clouds, the Northern Hun King wore the heaviest armor, surrounded by numerous elite warriors.
With repeated, relentless assaults, Qin's defensive line was breached time and again, reformed time and again. At an unknown time, he saw the cavalry of the Northern Frontier reassembling, preparing to charge. In a hoarse voice, he shouted loudly:
"Old Zhao, Little Zhouzi, get ready!"
"The Xiongnu are coming again, at least hold out until reinforcements arrive, did you hear? And don't call me general, call me strategist… did you hear?"
"..."
"Old Zhao? Little Zhouzi?"
No one responded, Baili Feng turned his head, then his body froze. Behind him and in front of him, countless corpses lay on the battlefield, the wind passing through the blades they clung to even in death.
This is the sound of the battlefield.
Ah, I understand now.
Baili Feng realized—
There's only this body left.
He looked at the cavalry reorganizing their formation in the distance, lowered his head to gaze at those familiar bodies, his body staggering a bit, grinning as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky, muttering:
"Old Zhao, I said I'd give you a promotion, and if you're lacking, I'll share a few heads with you."
"Little Zhouzi, I've written all the family letters you asked for."
"Didn't you say you were grumbling about asking your mother to send some peppers? And you died here?"
His voice paused, speaking to himself:
"They all said I should be at peace…"
"Ha... those who said such things never made it back."
"Rubbish, all rubbish, get up!"
"Don't play dead! Don't pretend!"
Suddenly enraged, he stamped his feet in fury, and as no one responded, he burst into laughter, without knowing why he laughed like this, his laughter echoed across the lonely battlefield until it turned into sobs. Baili Feng bit his teeth hard, yet tears flowed freely across his face.
A heavy sound resonated, he lifted his head to look.
The Iron Cavalry of the Northern Frontier urged their steeds, preparing to charge again.
Baili Feng clumsily wiped his face, bent to grab a slightly tattered Qin flag, planted it heavily on the ground to support his body, his eyes glaring angrily at the enemy ahead, the Black Dragon Flag fluttered in the wind, like a fiercely burning flame—
He roared: "Hu Tao Cavalry!"
"Hold this ground!"
And he responded to himself even louder:
"Yes!!!"
The Black Dragon Flag fluttered.
As long as this flag was there, it represented one message, a message acknowledged by both sides—the Great Qin defensive line is still here!
The opposing Cavalry General roared, over hundreds of Iron Cavalrymen raised their hands to strike the breastplates of their armor, and in the somber, savage sound drove their horses to launch an assault on the last Qin Tigers here.
They had prepared early so that the charging force would reach its peak right when they could swing the curved blades in their hands, Baili Feng laughed loudly, using the flag as a spear, rushing out at full strength toward the charging Iron Cavalry.
But at that moment, another figure easily surpassed him.
Baili Feng saw the familiar figure, instinctively reached out.
Yet that figure was so swift, almost instantly streaking across the battlefield—a serene girl, dressed in white, with slightly shorter black hair at the side of her temples, like a lotus blooming on the battlefield.
The sound of silver bells echoed across the battlefield.
Suddenly, a stream of light shone brightly, dazzling but fleeting.
Baili Feng roared out, stumbling and scrambling forward madly, but he could only see the sword light that vanished after the backfire of Wang Qi and that hint of white clothing.
Eventually, within the Heavenly Realm.
In the ink-black sky, a brilliant meteor streaked across.
White rainbow pierced the sun, signifying the fierce roar of the Northern Frontier's Wang Qi, slowly dispersing.
On this day, which is over a thousand years after the ancestor of the Xue Family had died, the assassin's blade of the Xue Family finally reached a degree where it could assassinate even the Emperor standing among Wanjun, connected to the vast territory spanning tens of thousands of miles, and the hearts of millions.
At this moment, Li Wu slowly drew a second sword.
This sword was different from the Zhen Yue Sword. The Zhen Yue Sword was the battle sword of Great Qin, broad and heavy, while this sword was much longer, already with many cracks, but now this sword still hummed, like a warrior eager for battle.
The sword of the human Emperor, commanding Dragon Qi.
Forged by Li Shu De, determined at Guan Tai, Ding Qin.
A plain jade pendant at Li Wu's waist slowly lit up.
The already disrupted military formation, who in the world could still control it?
Once, there was such a person smiling calmly:
"After I leave, all matters are entrusted to you."
Li Wu responded like this:
"Yes."
Sword drawn in hand, the elderly man closed his eyes.
Thus, he saw the scholar smiling, saw the ethereal maiden beside him drinking wine and writing poetry, saw the forthright swordsman placing the sword on his knee, saw the carefree prince in white lying beneath the tree, holding a drink and smiling at him.
Finally, the people he saw all departed one by one.
He was in tears.
The craziest delusion of the previous generation should naturally be completed by the remnants of the last era.
The Mo Family's five hundred years of effort connected to the earth vein from deep beneath the ground, and the seventy-two cities finally turned into one, with the Military Family's killing intent directed by mountains and rivers, fixed by the Five Mountains, and with seventy-two Grandmasters as the vanguard. This was already a miracle that neither the previous two thousand years nor the latter two thousand years could replicate.
And at this moment, such a miracle reappeared.
The Qin Sword at Guan Tai was thrust into the Commanding Stage, Great Qin's Li Wu merged with the formation.
Because the fortune disrupted and depleted by the Northern Frontier surged back into the sky, the formation resumed operation, even stronger than before. A dragon formed from fortune roared upwards, and the Heavenly Emperor watched helplessly as his backup plan was inexplicably thwarted, shock rising within him.
He looked at the many enemies opposite him and finally couldn't help but sigh:
"...What a brilliant reversal."
Even at this moment, he remained unperturbed, saying:
"However, you are unable to harm me."
Just as he said, the dragon qi that soared up again, even more magnificent, was caught and suppressed by him. He stood at the highest point of the Nine Heavens, overlooking everyone, calmly saying:
"I stand here, and that is destiny."
"You have achieved everything, yet under destiny, it amounts to nothing."
"Even at your strongest, you cannot harm me."
"You and I are alike; you should understand, shouldn't you?"
He reached out, grasping the sword blade that suddenly appeared before him, calmly regarding the blue-robed scholar gripping the sword.
The immense Dao broke the sword blade; it was not brute force but the rules of Heaven and Earth, as if the sword was destined to break. The blue-robed scholar retreated, his weapon broken, yet his face showed no anger.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth from the backlash of the rules, calmly saying:
"I admit your status and ambition."
"With your own power, cultivation spanning a thousand years, assimilating a thread of the Heavenly Dao, becoming both sides of this world, mastering the rules. As you said, destiny is with you."
Behind the blue-robed scholar were the Pillars of the State of Great Qin, martial artists from Jianghu, and even the somewhat exhausted Ci. They held their weapons, listening to that voice with a hint of coldness, slowly recounting:
"Five hundred years of planning, the collapse of Penglai Island, Kunlun suppressing the Temple of Heaven, seventy-two Divine Weapons, the emperor as bait, and even that sacrifice of the Heavenly Mountain Swordsman to step into the Heaven Palace. Afterwards, Ci exhausted himself, buying time for the great formation to repair, the Former Emperor's death, Li Wu gripping his sword, and that assassin..."
"Everyone has come this far, having exhausted all means."
The Heavenly Emperor said blandly: "Commendable, but not enough."
The blue-robed scholar calmly said:
"Indeed, it's not enough, Ci is not an opponent for you now."
"I, naturally, am not enough either."
"Everyone here, even with Kunlun, is insufficient. I don't deny this fact."
"Since you are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, martial artists growing under this Heavenly Dao cannot harm you, and although we can harm you, we cannot kill you because you remain under this Heavenly Dao."
The Heavenly Emperor said softly: "Since you know... why make such a foolish move?"
His gaze fell on Wang Anfeng, saying:
"You two are here solely for your disciple?"
"For him, you are willing to take risks?"
Ci looked peaceful, but the blue-robed scholar laughed out loud, saying:
"Utter foolishness!"
He looked mocking, saying: "Naturally, it's because we can kill you!"
The Heavenly Emperor's eyes were indifferent, unwilling to respond further.
The blue-robed scholar laughed and shook his head, saying: "You must be thinking that you are the fate, right?"
"Why not lift your head and look at the sky."
"Your fate is there now—"
The Heavenly Emperor's eyes were indifferent: "Who in the world can claim the Nine Heavens above? Your means, I've seen enough and heard enough, it's time to end this..."
His words were interrupted.
A calm voice echoed over the battlefield.
"There is wind blowing in the Nine Heavens above, named Gang."
The Heavenly Emperor suddenly raised his head, human experts looked up too, this place was already the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Emperor stood at the highest point of the Nine Heavens. Yet above the Heavenly Emperor, at that seemingly impossible height, a figure stood in the void, hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes gently fluttering, riding the wind.
The blue-robed scholar's eyes flashed with sharpness, suddenly shouting:
"Act!"
"Amitabha."
A magnificent Buddha Light rose, Ci stepped forward, limiting the Heavenly Emperor.
The Heavenly Emperor raised his hand to grip tightly, the sky swept through by immense forces of Heaven and Earth, transforming even that person into dust. Even the Heavenly Emperor couldn't notice when he slightly relaxed.
But immediately, under the tremor of boundless qi mechanisms, an afterimage broke through that terrifying destruction, leaping high, rushing toward the Heavenly Emperor. Like the most fierce and swift Gang wind in the world, his clothes fluttered as he chanted lowly.
"Born to die, died to be born."
"Available to unavailable, unavailable to available."
"What?!"
"You are..."
"Though an enemy, since you are the master of Heaven and Earth,"
"Then I should naturally report my name."
"Hong Luoyu from the Divine Thieves Sect."
"Here, based on the great Dao, I shall strip your destiny!"
The young man extended his hand, his long fingers clenched.
Thus, only the last words remained in Heaven and Earth.
"I steal the Heavenly Secrets!"
PS: Today's update is here......
Tomorrow's grand finale.