Ying Xuan, with the help of the Dragon Soul, was locked in a fierce battle with one of the archangels.
It wasn't that the Hua Xia Dragon Soul wasn't powerful, but rather that Ying Xuan was too weak to summon a stronger Dragon Soul projection.
"Damn it, you think I don't have a move for you, huh? You think you're so great just because you have wings and can fly," Ying Xuan said, watching the archangel evade the dragon flame and soar into the air.
"Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, share the national hardship; Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, restore our mountains and rivers. Our blood will not run dry, our war will not cease! In the west, there is Qin, rising like the sun; a hundred years of national hatred, weathered and unyielding! When the world is in turmoil, how can there be peace! Qin has its elite soldiers, who can contend against them!" The same old Qin song was sung again from Ying Xuan's mouth.
This time, not only did eight Qin elite soldiers wielding long halberds and chains appear, but also eight archers, five meters tall, holding Qin crossbows, and the heroic spirit of a general clad in armor, holding a long sword.
"Ying Xuan, descendant of Qin, by the ancestral tiger tally, I order our Great Qin elite soldiers to battle and kill this alien. General, please slay this otherworlder," Ying Xuan said, pointing at the archangel in mid-air and addressing the summoned Qin army spirits.
"Yes."
"Wind, wind, great wind."
Although there were only seventeen spirits, they exuded the aura of Qin's past million-strong army. The eight Qin archers raised their Qin crossbows and began to fire at the archangel in mid-air.
The Qin army spirits were indeed battle-hardened elites. The eight two-meter-long crossbow bolts were shot with great skill. Two bolts targeted the angel's head and chest, two aimed at its wings, and the remaining four sealed off any space for the archangel to evade.
"Thwack, thwack." The archangel was hit by one bolt in each wing and one in the chest, falling from mid-air.
The Great Qin general waved his hand, leading the eight elite Qin soldiers wielding long halberds to charge at the falling archangel.
"General, chop off its wings for me. Today, I want to eat roasted chicken wings too." Ying Xuan, imitating Lin Zhan, felt that Lin Lao Hei's words were indeed quite domineering.
Blood splattered as the archangel's two nearly two-meter-long wings were severed. The Dragon Soul unleashed a blast of dragon flame, burning the still-breathing archangel to black ash.
Meanwhile, Zhang Haoran and another archangel were also locked in a battle of equals.
"Misty and dark, heaven and earth are born together; scattered, they become qi; gathered, they form shape. Ancestor of the Five Elements, essence of the Six Jia; soldiers fight with the sun, following the order of the times." Zhang Haoran ignited a talisman and recited a mantra. Ten Daoist divine soldiers appeared before Zhang Haoran.
"Greetings, Celestial Master." The ten divine soldiers bowed to Zhang Haoran.
"You are excused. Esteemed divine soldiers, please assist me in suppressing and killing this demon." An ancient voice emerged from Zhang Haoran's mouth. It turned out that the divine soldiers were not bowing to Zhang Haoran, but to a trace of the original spirit of the eighth-generation Celestial Master residing within him.
The ten Daoist divine soldiers were powerful, each possessing the combat strength of a Platinum-tier warrior. In reality, the combat strength of these divine soldiers was limited by Zhang Haoran's cultivation. If the eighth-generation Celestial Master himself had summoned them, they would have possessed the strength of at least ten Quasi-Kings.
Outnumbered ten to one, the archangel could not withstand them for two minutes before one of the divine soldiers, wielding dual axes, severed its wings. Afterward, it was beheaded by a divine soldier wielding a treasured sword.
With the exception of the Holy Son, the other two archangels were killed. Zhang Haoran and Ying Xuan picked up the severed wings and placed them together, then both looked towards Lin Zhan.
Xiao Hei's Xuan Shui shield had been shattered by the Seraph's sword, and a one-finger-deep sword mark had appeared on its shell.
"Boss, this guy is tough. It's not easy to deal with that Qing Zi Liang," Xiao Hei conveyed. Although the Holy Son was powerful, his sword was an even greater treasure, too sharp and difficult to handle. They needed to think of another strategy instead of confronting him head-on.
"Xiao Jin, Xiao Hei, share your talents and concentrate your attributes onto me. Today, I must fight him to the death. You two, step back and prepare the Xuanwu Cannon." Lin Zhan, inherently dark and fierce, had made preparations; if he couldn't kill the Holy Son, he would blast him with the cannon.
"Understood, boss. Be careful." A cyan light flashed from Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, transferring to Lin Zhan. Afterward, Xiao Hei, carrying Xiao Jin, transformed back into a lifelike Xuanwu and retreated about twenty meters.
With the attribute boost from the two spirit pets, Lin Zhan's combat power instantly surpassed that of a Platinum-high-tier warrior, just one step away from Platinum-peak.
"Come on, Holy Son, let's have a one-on-one battle," Lin Zhan said, pointing the Dragon Scale at the Holy Son.
"Interesting. Then let's fight."
With that, both of them transformed into black shadows and rapidly charged at each other. Lin Zhan was crackling with lightning, while the Holy Son was shrouded in holy light, with his Seraph's Sword burning with a dense holy flame.
"Clang." Swords clashed, and the lightning and holy flames scattered with the impact of their power.
The Holy Son was actually forced back a meter, looking at the little fellow in disbelief, unable to comprehend how such immense strength could be exerted despite the significant difference in size. "You have quite some strength, Lin Zhan. I won't take advantage of you. Let's have a proper bout."
As he spoke, the Holy Son's body shimmered with holy light, and he slowly shrank, transforming into a Seraph about two meters tall.
"Holy crap, this damn bird grew two more wings and got smaller. It looks even fiercer," Ying Xuan said to Zhang Haoran beside him.
"It's not 'looks like,' it truly has become fiercer. Lin's powerful strength and speed made the Holy Son disadvantaged when he was larger. Now that the burden is gone and his strength is more concentrated, this fight will be difficult for Lin," Zhang Haoran replied.
"It seems this Holy Son has a very pure angelic bloodline, possibly from the lineage of the Archangel of the Seraphim," Zhang Haoran narrowed his eyes and said.
"This kid has a strong backing. If Lin Lao Hei kills him, there will be quite a show," Ying Xuan, true to his simple-mindedness, had a different line of thinking than others.
"What show? You know the strength of our Hua Xia. Looking at the current situation, the war is about to begin again. If the Angelic race makes any moves, with Emperor Xin's ancestors' temper, wouldn't they slaughter their entire race? Don't forget there are still a few ancestors in the Shang Dynasty. They wouldn't let this single descendant perish."
With the boost from the talent sharing, Lin Zhan's strength and speed had already surpassed the four-winged Seraph that the Holy Son had transformed into. This time, with the Seraph's smaller size, Lin Zhan could exert the power of the Dragon Scale even more effectively.
"Thunder Step." Lin Zhan moved with lightning speed towards the Seraph, unleashing continuous strikes of the Lin family's sword techniques: slicing, cutting, and upward slashes, leaving the Holy Son overwhelmed.
"See, you bird-brain? This is our Hua Xia kung fu, much better than your chaotic holy light and whatnot," Lin Zhan continuously struck, not forgetting to taunt the Holy Son.
The Holy Son became increasingly alarmed as he fought. "How does this kid have so much stamina? Aren't humans supposed to have weak bodies? How can Lin Zhan be fiercer than me, an angelic being?"
"And you're calling me a bird-man? Lin Zhan, what kind of beast are you?"