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Chapter 248 - Chapter 104 (248): [The Collapse of the Army]

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Novel: [The Primordial Law]

Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]

Chapter 104 (248): [A Crushing Defeat]

(104th of Volume 3)

Translator: Shadow Knight AK

Editor: Shadow Knight AK

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At sea, a hundred thousand lanterns surrounded the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, creating a spectacle like a sea of stars.

The Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion had only seven stories, but each story was over a dozen meters tall, making the entire tower as massive as a mountain.

The tower's peak stood hundreds of meters above the sea, where clouds were low and winds were fierce. The moon appeared even larger, casting a brilliant glow on the glazed tiles, making them shine like golden roofs of an immortal palace.

"Boom!"

On the tower's peak, the three figures moved with unpredictable speed.

Clashing Spiritual Qi and the clash of battle weapons sounded like thunder.

Luansheng Linyou, controlling the Intent shadows of the Azure Phoenix and Qilin beasts, clashed with Zuoqiu Hongting's "Peach and Plum Blossoms Fill the World" and "Eight Trigrams Seal of Life and Death," forcing her to retreat step after step on the glazed tiles, nearly falling into the sea.

She was already severely injured.

Despite taking Medicinal Pills, her combat strength was severely diminished, far from her peak condition.

Luansheng Linyou wanted to defeat Zuoqiu Hongting first, but after taking only three steps in pursuit, a long sword clang echoed from above.

Li Weiyi descended like a visitor from another world, wielding twin swords in a dive. A Divine Speed Talisman affixed to his chest allowed him to match Luansheng Linyou's speed.

The twin swords slashed down like two divine waterfalls.

"Boom! Boom!"

Luansheng Linyou raised his staff to meet the attack, deflecting Li Weiyi's sword momentum.

"Life-and-Death Slash!"

Straight ahead, Zuoqiu Hongting swung her Dao Ruler horizontally, creating a blade of over a hundred feet long, with a green glow and countless scriptures swirling around it.

Luansheng Linyou's eyes sharpened.

After forcing Li Weiyi back, the silver staff in his hand melted into countless droplets.

These droplets shot out at incredible speed, transforming into dozens of razor-sharp silver shuttles mid-flight.

Li Weiyi, knocked into the air, his eyes blazing with intensity, unleashed the Jing Yu Sword. Countless feather-shaped sword qi erupted from the blade.

The Yellow Dragon Sword formed a horizontal barrier to defend.

Most of the silver shuttles were blocked, but a few struck Li Weiyi's body, colliding with the nine hundred scriptures inscribed on his skin.

They failed to pierce his defenses.

The Blood Handprint Demon Armor was a Ninth-Grade Hundred-Character Artifact.

However, the impact force of the silver shuttles felt like fists slamming into his chest, sending Li Weiyi soaring off the top of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion and into the air hundreds of meters above the sea.

If he fell and left the battlefield, Zuoqiu Hongting would likely be killed by the time he returned.

Luansheng Linyou's strategy was to defeat them one by one.

Facing two opponents at once, his chances of victory were slim.

"Roar!"

Li Weiyi had just launched into the air when a Yellow Dragon shadow appeared beneath his feet.

He then glided through the void, sliding from the dragon's tail to its head before flashing back like lightning.

His mastery of the Yellow Dragon Ascending to Heaven technique had reached a new level of subtlety, allowing him to execute it with effortless ease. He was on the verge of cultivating battle intent.

"Boom!"

On the other side, Luansheng Linyou struck the Dao Ruler with his palm, the force of the blow sending him reeling backward.

Sensing Li Weiyi's attack from behind, his eyes narrowed. He leaped into the sky, escaping the double-pronged attacks.

Luansheng Linyou stepped onto an Azure Phoenix shadow, soaring straight upward.

Zuoqiu Hongting, treading on rain, and Li Weiyi, leaving a trail of Dragon Shadows in his wake, pursued relentlessly.

They continued to press their combined attack on Luansheng Linyou, as if determined to drive him all the way into the clouds.

However, at their current cultivation level, this aggressive strategy was rapidly depleting their Spiritual Qi.

This was precisely the strategy Luansheng Linyou had employed: "Using one's strengths to exploit the enemy's weaknesses."

He had observed that Zuoqiu Hongting's Spiritual Qi was already depleted, while Li Weiyi had just arrived at the Sixth Sea.

"Lend me your Spiritual Qi," Li Weiyi said, producing the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal. Both of them simultaneously channeled their Spiritual Qi into it.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and lightning flashed across the sky.

From the seal, a dozen bright purple lightning bolts erupted, shattering the Azure Phoenix Battle Technique's battle intent light and shadow beneath Luansheng Linyou's feet.

Several of these bolts struck him directly.

Deprived of the Azure Phoenix Battle Technique's support and struck by lightning, his Spiritual Qi circulation faltered.

Luansheng Linyou plummeted straight down toward the sea hundreds of meters below.

Just as he was about to crash into the water...

"Whoosh!"

A pair of enormous azure wings unfurled from his back.

These were real, flesh-and-blood wings, spanning several dozen meters and ablaze with azure flames.

As they swept through the air, they churned up waves several meters high.

Simultaneously, a vast Demon Cloud erupted alongside the azure wings.

Qilin horns sprouted from Luansheng Linyou's forehead, revealing his Demon Clan heritage at last.

His aura grew even more terrifying.

.....

The Jade Carriage pulled by five Snow Dragon came to a halt.

Tang Wanqiu jumped out and gazed at the purple lightning flashing in the southern sky, where she could make out human figures.

Longing stirred within her.

After a long moment, thunder finally rumbled in the distance.

Inside the carriage, Tang Wanzhou's voice echoed: "You've already lost your chance to enter the arena. Even if you went and won, you wouldn't receive any rewards or become a Hidden Dragon. Instead, you'd risk dying on the battlefield. It's not worth it."

Tang Wanqiu replied, "After refining the Millennial Snow Marrow, my injuries have recovered by thirty percent in a short time. I can maintain my peak state for six or seven moves. I think that's enough! I'm not going there to compete for Hidden Dragon status, but for revenge."

"With such determination, how could I not support you? Take my Divine Snow Sword. Use the blood of the Long Dian to wash away the frost from the Northern Territory that still clings to its blade."

Within the Jade Carriage, a hand as white as congealed fat formed a sword-finger and pointed forward.

"Clang!"

The Divine Snow Sword leaped from its scabbard, bursting through the carriage curtains and embedding itself in the center of the street ten yards away. Its resonant clang echoed throughout the city.

Starting from the sword's tip, the entire street was instantly covered in a layer of white frost.

"As long as the sword remains, so shall I. I will not lose it."

Tang Wanqiu raised the long sword, leaped into the air, and carved an arc through the void as she soared toward the brightly lit Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.

....

Li Weiyi and Zuoqiu Hongting exchanged a glance, no longer led astray by Luansheng Linyou. They transformed into two afterimages, charging towards the seaside where Ge Xiantong was trapped.

As expected.

Luansheng Linyou no longer tried to drag them into the sky, but instead dove towards the beach to intercept them.

Meanwhile, Yin Shi Yi only felt a surge of confidence after activating his Ghost Banner, summoning a ten-zhang-tall Ghost General from within.

He roared, "Who dares to fight me?"

Ming Niansheng glanced at the towering Ghost General: "Ten zhang tall... that's the level of the Dao Seed Realm. Isn't that against the rules?"

"What do you know? If I truly had Dao Seed Realm cultivation, the Ghost General I'd summon wouldn't be just ten zhang tall! It would be twenty, thirty..."

Yin Shi Yi waved his Ghost Banner.

The ten-zhang-tall Ghost General roared and charged towards the enemy ranks, spewing Duling Cold Fire from its mouth.

Tantai Jing stood at the center of a hundred-meter-wide Formation Plate, levitating in mid-air with a staff in hand. Using her Spiritual Power, she transmitted an order to fourteen of the twenty-eight Great Spiritual Masters in the Calamity Fire Realm.

Each of these twenty-eight Great Spiritual Masters was a peak expert below the Spiritual Master level, arranged in a circle around the Formation Plate.

Facing the ten-zhang-tall Ghost General, fourteen Great Spiritual Masters stepped forward. Beams of light shot from their foreheads, interweaving to form a Formation Seal that blocked the Duling Cold Fire.

The Ghost General changed its tactics, wielding its war spear and slashing out.

Simultaneously, dense talismanic runes erupted from the foreheads of the fourteen Great Spiritual Masters, directly attacking the Ghost General's true form.

Yin Shi Yi had never before faced fourteen Calamity Fire Realm Great Spiritual Masters simultaneously. They came from different factions, and their coordination wasn't perfect, yet they already possessed the power to suppress Dao Seed Realm experts.

"If fourteen are this formidable... how powerful must Ge Xiantong be?" Yin Shi Yi was shocked, unable to imagine such an existence in the Five Seas Realm.

Tantai Jing and Ming Niansheng were also pondering the same question. They had assumed that such a lineup would instantly obliterate Ge Xiantong.

In the Ashen Region, Ge Xiantong strained with all his might to maintain his White Mist World, which revolved ceaselessly above his head like the sun and moon, deflecting attacks from all directions.

His Sun and Moon Battle Technique intent grew stronger with each blow, allowing him to redirect the force of attacks, turning them against his enemies and fearlessly enduring the encirclement.

Of course, even the strongest defense had its limits.

Ge Xiantong's body was covered in wounds.

His skin had cracked like porcelain, and even his Dao Body couldn't withstand the strain.

Just then, he sensed the Formation weakening. Naturally, he seized the opportunity. His eyes snapped open, his pupils now a sun and moon, and shot forth two brilliant beams of light that struck the Formation Plate above.

From his Ancestral Field below his navel, five golden beams shot out in rapid succession.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each golden beam contained a foot-long, diamond-shaped golden pillar. They flew in five directions, striking the five Dead Spirit Ghost powerhouses from the Nether Realm of the Dead, sending them flying out of the Formation's area.

The five golden beams returned and coalesced into a five-foot-long golden whip in his hand.

Dense, minute scriptures covered the whip, radiating an intense brilliance that shook the Formation Plate violently.

"No! He's wielding the Kanglong Whip!"

Tantai Jing exclaimed in alarm.

Ge Xiantong raised the whip, his body enveloped in golden light, and charged upward.

With a single strike, he pierced the Formation Plate, then plunged downward in a furious dive.

Tantai Jing hastily swung her staff, unleashing a Formation Seal.

"Bang!'

The Formation Seal, fragile as paper, shattered under the Kanglong Whip's impact.

In an instant, the second whip struck. Tantai Jing's head exploded, leaving behind a headless corpse that plummeted into the small Ashen Region below.

Ge Xiantong glanced at his skin, now covered in cracks and blood. His gaze swept over the panicked Great Spiritual Masters before finally settling on Yin Shi Yi.

"I'll remember your help! If you and Li Weiyi ever come to Lingxiao City, I'll treat you."

"Boom!"

Ge Xiantong's gaze shifted to Ming Niansheng, who was sustaining the battle intent.

His fury erupted like a raging inferno. He stomped a massive crater into the ground, then moved like lightning, appearing above Ming Niansheng and swinging his whip down.

Ming Niansheng summoned hundreds of Dead Spirit Ghosts, forming a dense ghost cloud. But with a thunderous crash, the cloud shattered under a single whip strike.

Moments later.

"Thud!" 

Ming Niansheng's body was severed in two by the whip, leaving behind two mangled halves.

"Each of you thinks you're Li Weiyi? Do you really think I'm so easy to provoke?"

Ge Xiantong ignored the remaining Great Spiritual Masters and the Five Ghosts, who had already vanished.

He raised his whip and rode the waves, charging toward the battlefield where Luansheng Linyou, Li Weiyi, and Zuoqiu Hongting were locked in combat.

Among the younger generation, only those three truly piqued his interest.

"Long Dian, this strike carries the resentment of hundreds of Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Snow Sword Tang Court, their grievances condensed into a single sword strike."

Tang Wanqiu, wielding the Divine Snow Sword, descended from a height of over ten meters, accompanied by swirling frost and snow, unleashing a radiant sword qi.

Long Dian, having just broken free from the Thunder Annihilation Formation, felt the bone-chilling cold of Tang Wanqiu's sword edge. The stinging pain of frostbite immediately flared across his cheeks as he raised his halberd to defend.

"Boom!"

The ground beneath his feet collapsed into a deep crater.

Pain surged through Long Dian's chest.

Looking down, he saw his golden armor shattered, blood seeping from the cracks.

The bronze war spear, weighing over 120,000 jin, was severed in two by a single strike.

The entire street behind him turned white, coated in a thick layer of frost.

"Divine... Snow... Sword..."

Long Dian gritted his teeth, spatial energy erupting from his Ancestral Field. His body shot backward like a projectile, creating distance between himself, Tang Wanqiu, and Lu Cangsheng.

He turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The Heartless Golden Ape and Cang Jin had fallen one after another, their corpses devoured by swarming insects.

Martial-Mystic Cultivators from the Far Western Ashlands faction were showing signs of complete collapse.

'Like a mountain crushing down,' the saying perfectly described the scene before him.

Just half an hour ago, the situation had been overwhelmingly in their favor.

How could the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, a guaranteed victory, have been disrupted by the sudden appearance of Li Weiyi?

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