288: Chapter 46: Proud Son of Heaven, Demoness, Iron Cavalry 288: Chapter 46: Proud Son of Heaven, Demoness, Iron Cavalry A nihility arrow qi surged out a hundred yards.
The empty street instantly exploded with a long series of spiderweb cracks as Xie Sheng was hit by the arrow, his back slamming into a wall, blasting out countless clouds of dust!
The towering chiliarch, like a mountain, tightened his reins, turned his horse around, locked onto his target with his chi, drew his long sword, and began his charge.
Boom boom boom!
The sound of dense, matted horse hooves filled the narrow street in an instant!
This man’s momentum alone was worth a hundred riders!
“Form up!
Attack!”
Yu Wenzhong bellowed angrily, clasping his hands together as his body ignited with raging red flames.
Their goal was to hunt and kill this Black Evil ancient general!
Having tailed him for days and observed him, the trio found that the iron cavalry wandering this ruined ancient city didn’t seem as powerful as the Black Evil they had encountered before…
In that case, it was a good opportunity to take action!
Killing this ancient general would yield the black box, granting them a stroke of fortune!
Now that they had been discovered, it was the perfect time to go to battle!
“Go!”
Fang Hang no longer hesitated, clutching his thunder technique, summoning thunder, and striking down towards the Black Evil ancient general!
Boom!
Over the main city, dark clouds gathered, and in an instant, rain began to fall.
A mighty flash of lightning targeted the chiliarch!
The impressive general, mounted on a giant horse and clad in armor, shone brightly under the lightning, resiliently heading straight for the source of the thunder with a slash of his sword!
This place was the Great Yue Kingdom.
Not the Black Evil ancient battlefield.
The chiliarch’s power was diminished due to the decline of the protective national formation.
But due to this, the composition of this corporeal shell had also changed.
In the ancient battlefield, the chiliarch, made up of Yin Evil, was afraid of lightning and sought to avoid contact with Daoist skill,
But now, inside this protective national formation, the chiliarch’s body, formed from primordial energy, was supported by “legitimate” strength and no longer so afraid of the thunder technique!
This slash drove straight into the lightning!
With a boom!
Thousands of purple light exploded!
The horse-mounted commander, undiminished in speed, smashed through the thunder with one strike and charged toward the location of the Qiantian Palace Saint.
The next moment, both man and horse appeared before Yu Wenzhong, his long sword raised high, its force like a mountain waterfall, suddenly collapsing!
Although his realm had decreased,
The techniques employed by the chiliarch still exerted tremendous pressure on his opponent!
Yu Wenzhong’s forehead bulged with veins!
The secret techniques of Qiantian Palace he was skilled at, most required the use of the Panxuan Mirror…
The direst issue was that the mirror contained the power of “Dragon Descendants.” The previous encounters in the ancient battlefield made Yu Wenzhong vaguely realize that these Black Riders were probably beings specialized in hunting “Dragon Descendants!” Once he employed secret techniques related to the Dragon Descendants, he would surely suffer a horrifying hit from the Tao rules!
“Qiantian Eight Forbidden!
Dou Di!”
Yu Wenzhong took a deep breath, lifted his hands, and primordial energy surged forth from within him.
He gave up on using the Panxuan Mirror and countered with a forbidden technique from his holy land instead!
As a holy land for thousands of years, Qiantian Palace naturally would not possess only one kind of technique related to the “Dragon Descendants.”
Qiantian Eight Forbidden.
Every Saint Heir, according to their aptitude as well as their own Grotto Heaven, would choose one or two forbidden techniques to practice!
The mist on the long street, at this moment, rushed towards Yu Wenzhong, who suddenly unleashed a great suction force from within himself—
The chiliarch’s battle sword fell like a long rainbow, and due to this suction force, it accelerated!
Just as the sword was about to befall Yu Wenzhong’s head!
“Repel!”
The Saint roared.
The mist instantly cleared like waves, and the entire street regained its clarity.
The heavy sword that was hacking down was blocked and bounced away, with the chiliarch and his horse thrown backward.
This was the perfect chance to slay the chiliarch; Tai Shang House disciple Fang Hang swiftly raised his thunder talisman, simultaneously throwing a tiny seal from his wide sleeves.
The Seven Huts of the Taoist path each had their strengths.
As the publicly recognized number one sect, each of the seven main huts had a unique skill: some were adept at creating talismans, some at forming arrays, some could discern fortunes, some excelled at refining puppets, and there were those who were purely brave and skilled in combat…
The Master of World Pavilion, sitting firmly at the top among the Seven Huts, was often the one best at combat.
Meanwhile, Tai Shang House specialized in thunder techniques, specifically designed to subdue evil spirits.
When disciples of Tai Shang House ventured outside, whether it was the talismans they carried or the treasures they possessed, everything was related to thunder techniques!
This time,
The lightning struck the chiliarch with precision!
Covered in the protective national formation, the iron cavalry commander, his armor bathed in lightning, roared amidst the thunderous blasts, was jolted backward, his entire being letting out a deep growl…
The ancient general reacted extremely fast, pressing his body down, getting back to a prone position, only for his mount to be overwhelmed first.
With a neigh,
The horse, unable to withstand the thunder technique of Tai Shang House, burst open and flung the chiliarch away.
The next moment,
The Tai Shang House Dharma Seal in midair enlarged, turning into a small mountain!
“Suppress!”
Fang Hang’s eyes turned red as he formed the gestured and brought down the seal.
This Dharma Seal, flickering with lightning, swelled in the wind, truly turning into an inverted mountain, plummeting towards the ancient general, bringing down thousands of thunder flashes, sparking endless radiance, rippling outwards in all directions like a tide!
“Tsk…”
Even Xie Xuanyi, standing amidst the ruins, couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder.
The Taoist path indeed had profound heritage.
The disciple from Tai Shang House acted with immense momentum, not to be underestimated.
Standing next to Xie Xuanyi, the young girl Qing Li was even more petrified, gazing in a daze, the rolling thunder nearly filling the whole street, its intimidating force far exceeding the spars seen in Tiesuo Alley where the Li Mei practiced boxing daily.