Chapter 108: Thanks Big Brother for Sending the Rocket

Chapter 108: Thank You, Big Brother, for the Rocket

Boom!

Boom!

The heavy sound, like war drums pounding against the chest.

Yellow sand flew, dust filled the sky.

Within the dust, the ferocious visage of a colossal creature could be faintly seen.

Not one, nor two, but countless... tens of thousands of terrifying demonic fiends!

Ten thousand fiends galloping together—what a soul-shaking sight, enough to make one’s courage flee!

In the yellow sand, Zhao Ju saw this scene, and even his heart felt a chill.

Hidden here, nearly ten li from Wugui City, they were already unsettled by the sight of the ten-thousand-strong army. How much greater must be the pressure on Qi Yuan, sitting alone on the city wall, facing the ten-thousand-strong demonic horde?

At that moment, Qi Yuan rose on the city wall. The wind lifted his sleeves slightly. He held a broken sword in his hand, a joyful expression on his face: "The monsters are finally attacking the city!"

In games, there were often beast tides attacking cities.

At such times, player guilds would cooperate to defend the city.

But in this game, Qi Yuan was the only player.

So he had to defend the city alone.

He looked at the ten-thousand-strong demonic army, the smile in his eyes deepening.

These fiends were all experience points.

If he killed them all, he could level up several times in a row.

The entire army surged forth. Qi Yuan, holding his broken sword, leaped down from the city wall.

"Share the same robe!"

Qi Yuan immediately merged with Xiao Jia.

For Qi Yuan now, a massive form was more effective for slaughtering enemies.

Qi Yuan, ten zhang tall, was like a terrifying blood-red giant, wielding a blood-colored broken sword, like a battle demon bathed in blood.

Seeing this, Zhao Ju’s eyes widened: "What kind of divine power is this? It’s too cool!"

A terrestrial deity could possess divine powers.

Divine powers had incredible abilities.

Liu Wentai also gazed at Qi Yuan’s enormous body. It wasn’t his first time seeing it, but watching again, he still felt the shock in his heart.

It was as if the distant colossus was a majestic god, a terrifying demon.

"It seems this Wugui City guardian will use his divine power, strike one sword, and then flee!" Zhao Ju voiced his judgment. "We must also prepare. Once the Wugui City guardian leaves, we retreat immediately!"

"Agreed!" The cultivators present all nodded, their hearts tense.

And Qi Yuan, as Zhao Ju had said, faced the ten thousand fiends.

In the first round, he directly used the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art!

For Qi Yuan, the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art was the simplest, most domineering, and most lethal skill.

Under one sword stroke, it was like a lifetime apart, enough to annihilate a thousand troops, to slay ten thousand soldiers.

The broken sword, tens of meters long, descended from the sky. Where the blade passed, it stirred up a hundred-zhang heat wave.

Yellow sand filled the air. The blood-red giant sword, like an immortal drawing a blade, slashed brutally into the demonic army.

The originally terrifying and orderly demonic horde was split open by this sword.

The power of one sword killed nearly a thousand fiends!

"So strong!" Zhao Ju was awestruck. "If I were that powerful, I’d wage guerrilla warfare against the demonic army every day, strike one sword each day, and infuriate them!"

Having said that, he prepared to leave.

After all, although Qi Yuan’s sword strike had caused massive damage, it meant little to the demonic army.

The strong among the fiend army had hardly suffered any losses.

"We..." Zhao Ju was about to say "let’s go," but what happened next stunned him completely.

He had thought that after wounding the demonic army with one sword, the Wugui City guardian would flee directly.

But what did he see?

Facing the ten-thousand-strong fiend army, the Wugui City guardian not only didn’t flee but charged into the encirclement of the army!

"This move by the Wugui City guardian... is truly unwise!" Zhao Ju was puzzled. He couldn’t fathom Qi Yuan’s reason for doing this.

It was cool, yes, but being surrounded by the fiend army meant death.

"Run now! There’s still a chance to break out!" Zhao Ju was even more anxious than the blood-red figure. He wanted to stand up and shout at Qi Yuan.

Liu Wentai was extremely worried. In his mind appeared Qi Yuan’s cold face. He felt that Qi Yuan shouldn’t be that kind of person.

Meanwhile, behind the fiend army, some apprentice demon-controllers wore arrogant smiles.

"This Wugui City guardian is truly a reckless fool!"

"Charging alone into our ten-thousand-strong fiend army—this is suicide!"

"Do they really take us for pushovers?"

These demon-controllers sharpened their blades, their words full of insolence toward Qi Yuan.

Wu Tong looked at the terrifying figure, a cold smile in his eyes.

"As expected of Bai Di’s disciple, full of confidence, daring to face an army alone. Unfortunately, you’ve met me," Wu Tong thought to himself.

He spoke, his voice spreading through the army: "All nation-suppressors, go forth! Surround the Wugui City guardian!"

He no longer wanted to waste ordinary fiends on the Wugui City guardian. He would use harsh measures to suppress him directly!

After all, he had the supreme strike of that great figure’s origin, and he feared not the Wugui City guardian.

At Wu Tong’s command, dozens of nation-suppressors moved to surround Qi Yuan.

Powerful fiends also headed toward Qi Yuan.

In just a dozen breaths, over a hundred nation-suppressors had secretly encircled Qi Yuan, who was wreaking havoc.

Zhao Ju, watching from over ten li away, saw this and his face showed despair: "Now... the Wugui City guardian likely can’t get out."

Surrounded by so many nation-suppressors and countless fiends, the Wugui City guardian had lost his last chance to escape.

Liu Wentai’s heart tightened, his emotions complex.

He trusted Qi Yuan’s immense strength, but the pressure Qi Yuan faced now was unimaginable.

In such a situation, without a supreme being appearing, how could it be resolved?

But the supreme beings of this world were lofty and distant—how could they appear in such a small place?

"Alas, I am still too weak. Otherwise, I would surely fight alongside the Wugui City guardian!" Liu Wentai lamented.

At this moment, on the battlefield, Qi Yuan was like a god of slaughter—one man, one sword, and all within his sight he slew.

Now, as he slaughtered the demonic fiends, his extraction of the tainted source reached ten percent.

Amid the carnage, his eyes grew ever bloodshot, with greed, wrath, and pride swirling within his gaze.

Qi Yuan killed with mounting fervor.

“More, give me more!”

With so much experience before him, Qi Yuan was like a glutton starved for eons.

A single swing of his sword slew over a dozen demonic fiends.

These fiends could not stop him, nor could they inflict any harm upon him.

Even back in the Heaven-Severing realm, he could battle three thousand peers of equal rank.

In the Earth-Severing realm, he could overcome extraterrestrial demons of higher cultivation.

These ten thousand demonic fiends seemed numerous, but to Qi Yuan, they were all just experience fodder.

His combat skills had been honed to perfection.

Those of the same rank—he could slay them with a single sword stroke!

He charged into the demonic horde as if entering an empty land.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up as he gazed a thousand meters away: “An elite monster?”

He spotted a nation-guarding elder.

That elder met Qi Yuan’s gaze, and an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

“This Wugui City is too eerie—I’d best fish in troubled waters,” the old man thought, slowly retreating, careful not to be too obvious lest Wu Tong notice.

But how could the bait Qi Yuan had set his sights on escape so easily?

“Die!”

A thousand meters—for Qi Yuan, it was but a breath’s span.

He swung his massive broken sword, and sword aura stretched for thousands of meters.

That nation-guarding elder, beneath Qi Yuan’s blade, was no different from an ordinary fiend.

Against the might of that sword, only death could answer.

Yet in his final moments, his pupils dilated, and regret filled his eyes.

If only he had retreated faster; if only he had never come.

This scene also fell into Wu Tong’s eyes.

Anxiety gnawed at him, for in this short time, the Wugui City guardian had already slain a tenth of the demonic army.

If this continued, even if he took Wugui City, he would be gravely wounded.

He bellowed, “Wugui City guardian, come and meet your death!”

With that, Wu Tong charged straight at Qi Yuan.

His subordinates were stunned by the sight.

When had their master become so reckless?

Yet after a moment’s hesitation, they followed Wu Tong, encircling Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan heard Wu Tong’s voice, and displeasure flickered in his eyes: “I prefer NPCs that don’t talk—when I kill them, I even dub their voices.

NPCs like you, who keep yapping, are the ones I hate most.”

Qi Yuan looked at Wu Tong: “No wonder you’re so confident—you’ve just stepped into the Mortal Divine Realm.”

Qi Yuan held his broken sword, gazing at Wu Tong with eyes as calm as an ancient well.

A mere Mortal Divine—he could slay him with one sword stroke.

Even if three thousand came, it would only take him a bit longer.

“So you truly are a Mortal Divine,” Wu Tong said, surprise in his eyes.

Half a year ago, he had broken through to the Mortal Divine Realm. None of his subordinates knew of this.

Yet the Wugui City guardian saw through it at a glance, proving his strength must be that of a Mortal Divine—a seasoned one at that.

“Even if you are a seasoned Mortal Divine, trapped in my army’s formation, you can only die!” Wu Tong declared confidently.

Indeed, a seasoned Mortal Divine besieged like this would meet only death.

Qi Yuan looked at Wu Tong, shaking his sword lightly: “Since you’re going to die anyway, just twist off your head and hand it to me.

Life is hard—make way for others.”

Wu Tong sneered at this: “You’re a Mortal Divine, and so am I. Do you think I fear you?”

Without the Primordial Strike granted by the Sovereign, he would indeed have feared Qi Yuan.

But now?

He was confident of victory.

Qi Yuan stared at Wu Tong: “I… with Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, my cultivation has long surpassed village-level immortality—killing you takes but one sword!”

Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment swelled Qi Yuan’s confidence.

Like a coal boss suddenly struck rich.

“Nonsense!” Wu Tong dismissed him. “Take this divine art of mine.”

Behind Wu Tong, his subordinates watched, hearts pounding with excitement.

This was a divine art—the ultimate technique of a Mortal Divine.

What made a Mortal Divine a myth was mastery of such arts.

A cruel glint flashed in Wu Tong’s eyes: “Since breaking into the Mortal Divine Realm, you are the first to witness my divine art. To die under it is your fitting end!”

With that, Wu Tong waved his hand.

Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Reversal Palm!

He thrust out his palm, and yellow sand billowed, driving all demonic fiends back.

Within that palm strike, a purple droplet mingled, drifting toward Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan’s eyes widened as he cursed Wu Tong: “You have no martial honor!”

This was no divine art!

This was a Primordial Art!

A Primordial Art belonging only to a Sovereign!

Back in the Earth-Severing realm, facing nearly three thousand extraterrestrial demons, he had grown most familiar with Primordial Arts.

Wu Tong paused, then realized Qi Yuan was a disciple of White Emperor—recognizing the Primordial Strike was only natural.

A smile crept into his eyes: “How is a Primordial Art not a divine art?”

Qi Yuan was taken aback by the words, then said to Wu Tong, "That line of yours has real depth—it's mine from now on."

Qi Yuan decided that once he learned the Origin Divine Ability, when he used it to slay enemies at the Golden Core or Spirit Infant stage, he would say, "Isn't the Origin Divine Ability also a divine ability?"

The effect would be like saying, "Isn't the Milky Way also a river?"

"To keep anyone from knowing I stole that line from you, I'll have to slaughter you all today and silence you!" Qi Yuan said coldly.

Wu Tong listened, baffled: "Since you know the power of the Origin Divine Ability, you have no future."

A smug smile crept into Wu Tong's eyes.

With Qi Yuan dead, Wugui City would fall into his hands.

Half of his mission for the Supreme One would be accomplished.

"Die!"

A violet droplet shot toward Qi Yuan, and the world fell into desolation.

Qi Yuan's massive body seemed locked in place, utterly unable to move.

The Origin Divine Ability touched the essence; below the Supreme realm, even a terrestrial myth had no means to counter it.

Facing the Origin Divine Ability, there was only death.

Qi Yuan sensed the intense peril.

If that strike landed on him, he would surely die.

The gap between a terrestrial myth and a Supreme was like that between a Spirit Infant and a Purple Mansion—a difference in quality.

Yet at that moment, a smile still curled on Qi Yuan's lips: "You ambushed me without martial virtue, thinking you'd win?

But you forgot one thing—I'm not an old man; I'm young!"

In Qi Yuan's memory, it seemed young people could ambush and defeat old men by discarding martial virtue.

But there was never a case of an old man ambushing and defeating a young man by discarding martial virtue.

In the Earthly Abyss, those outer-domain demons had ambushed him without martial virtue, yet Qi Yuan grew stronger in battle, even using his eyes to figure out techniques to dodge origin attacks.

Nearly a hundred of them.

Qi Yuan watched the violet droplet, calm and unruffled, as nearly a hundred techniques for dodging and countering origin attacks flashed through his mind.

In a ten-thousandth of an instant, Qi Yuan smiled: "Found it!"

Break!

He parted his lips and blew a breath at the violet droplet.

That indestructible Origin Divine Ability, which could destroy a city with a single drop, was directly scattered by Qi Yuan's breath.

A grin on his face, Qi Yuan looked at Wu Tong: "Thanks for the rocket, big bro!"

With Qi Yuan's words, the scattered violet droplet suddenly underwent a violent transformation, splitting into two droplets, four droplets... a thousand droplets... ten thousand droplets.

Ten thousand violet droplets gathered around Qi Yuan, hovering motionless.

Wu Tong was utterly stunned at the sight: "What's going on?"

He couldn't understand.

The original army of demonic spawn and their controllers also sensed the threat.

Ten thousand violet droplets paused before Qi Yuan.

This time, Qi Yuan blew gently at them again.

"As if a spring breeze came overnight, a thousand troops' skulls burst open!"

The wind stirred the violet droplets, and the still droplets suddenly exploded.

Countless droplets, like flying arrows, scattered into the demonic army.

Qi Yuan held his broken sword, his face radiant with pride: "It feels good to cheat!"

The violet droplets landed on the demonic spawn.

The powerful demonic spawn couldn't hold out for even a breath; they died instantly, dissolving into nothing.

These droplets were like an enhanced version of bone-dissolving water, performing the art of vanishing bodies.

Anything they touched was doomed.

"No!"

"What is this!"

"You..."

Wu Tong was also seized by fear; the scene before him defied his understanding.

Wasn't that Origin Divine Ability supposed to be his trump card?

How had it become the Wugui City Warden's tool?

Could it be that this Wugui City Warden was that Supreme?

He didn't understand.

"No!" The raindrops fell on Wu Tong; he struggled, but to no avail, and perished.

Under the attack of the violet raindrops, every demonic spawn and controller died on contact.

The sight was magnificent, like rain falling from the sky, and wherever the rain passed, living beings fell and perished.

In just three breaths, the ten-thousand-strong demonic army vanished without a trace, as if they had never come.

A deep murderous intent flickered in the depths of Qi Yuan's eyes.

This time, he had drawn out a vast amount of sin-source, his whole body radiating a terrifying aura, like a true demonic spawn.

He held the broken sword, his form shrinking at that moment, and as he gazed at the boundless yellow sand, he spoke softly.

"The wind rises, ruffling a pool of spring water."

He glanced at Zhao Ju and Liu Wentai in the distance, then with a flicker, returned to Wugui City.

And at that moment, Zhao Ju in the distance was completely dumbfounded.

"Am I... seeing things?"

Liu Wentai was also silent; the scene before him surpassed his imagination.

Wu Tong had used his divine ability to attack the Wugui City Warden.

The Wugui City Warden blew on Wu Tong's divine ability, and instantly, the ten-thousand-strong demonic army... was gone.

No matter how he thought about it, it felt absurd.

"Alas, too absurd!" Zhao Ju sighed, "I misjudged him—he wasn't showing off; he's genuinely impressive!"

Liu Wentai nodded in agreement.

One man goes forth, slaying a ten-thousand-strong demonic army!

This Wugui City Warden might well be called the foremost under the Supreme!

"However, the only fly in the ointment..." Zhao Ju continued regretfully, "If the Wugui City garrison commander had slain the tens of thousands of demonic horde, holding a broken sword with blood dripping from his mouth, and finally died from exhaustion, this feat today would become a timeless legend for a thousand years."

Liu Wentai: "..."

……

In the city of Galan, Dong Long had a head of silver hair, white and hoary. He stood on the city wall, his face covered with wrinkles.

He was extremely anxious about the battle situation ahead.

Wu Tong was an opponent several times more troublesome than Mi Sang.

After the fall of Wugui City, Galan City bore the brunt, and it was unknown how long it could hold out.

Thinking of this, a shadow of gloom passed over Dong Long's aged face.

But at this moment, Dong Long's spirits lifted, for the cultivator sent to scout the battle situation at Wugui City was hurrying back.

He was nervous inside, but his expression remained unchanged as he sat atop the high tower.

No matter how great the upheaval, as the commander of an army, one must possess the ability to remain unperturbed even when a mountain collapses before one's eyes.

(End of this chapter)