Chapter 505 – Desolate Great War (5)

The martial world.

It is the land of madmen.

All sorts of extraordinary and fantastical studies exist, and the incantations they produce often originate from thoughts that are difficult to easily conceive.

Especially the majority of martial arts called divine skills and supreme techniques possess the madness and insanity of equating the practitioner with great nature.

Many seek to surpass worldly common sense and reach the Martial Ultimate.

Just as some Taoists who worship superstition seek immortality through methods like human sacrifice or fasting, the Way and the Martial Ultimate were not greatly different.

A state of stepping upon the supreme realm as a human.

An object of powerful desire.

Even after the silver-flowing river discovered in Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s tomb years ago dried up at Invincible’s single strike, the two shared the same vein.

Flutter!

The Thirteen Evil Sect masters who had recently been sweeping through Xiangyang were the same.

Having just witnessed Lightning Genius’s words, conduct, and techniques, hundreds of people flashed colorless eye light in unison, even as they retreated far back.

While taking in the sight of Martial Dragon Alliance Leader and Gang of Demons Green Forest Grand Chief surrounding Jeong Yeon-shin front and back.

“How murderous. The jianghu dies…?”

A wandering swordsman in yellow robes standing vertically against the castle wall crossed his arms and muttered.

The main gate direction.

The sight of Jeong Yeon-shin floating countless weapons like clouds was reflected in the eyes of martial world people of all ages and genders, including her.

“What kind of method is this? How many mysteries are mixed into one technique?”

“I suppose he plans to reach the Martial Ultimate like the Alliance Leader.”

“Nine, twelve, eighteen… the minute directions are all thirty-six ways. Each weapon facing a different direction… how could a person’s upper dantian accomplish such a thing…?”

It was the muttering of nearby Martial Dragon Alliance masters, various martial world public enemy groups.

The black, blue, and white warriors of Desolate Fortress lined up on the castle walls also stopped their attacks momentarily.

The gazes of many of them followed the young purple’s line of sight, came to a sudden halt, then slowly returned again.

To Jeong Yeon-shin, who at this moment stood quietly looking vacantly at the Squad Leaders’ heads.

The winter of poor harvest was close to severe cold.

A wind colder than any that had ever blown into Xiangyang seeped into the hundreds of weapons, spreading crackling noise like the sound of earth splitting.

It was the aftermath of cold air mixing with the force that vibrated violently and generated heat.

Meanwhile, the area around the castle walls rippled with the energy waves of countless mental transmissions.

—Myriad Flowers Rain? No, is it ‘his’ Heaven Overflowing Sword Sea? I can’t even tell if it’s Transcendent Martial Art or not.

—Alliance Leader! Please hold that purple tight! We’ll experience it firsthand and convey the experience to you!

—Give even us lower hands a chance!

—Madmen.

That too was brief.

Thud!

First, dozens kicked off the parched earth, solid castle walls, thin tree branches and such.

Madmen bursting the frost covering all directions in large circles as they charged at Jeong Yeon-shin. Many were lunatics of the Martial Dragon Alliance.

Flutter—!

Their appearances of flipping in midair or shooting straight like arrows were all different. All sorts of martial arts were embedded in those body movements.

The exterminated Gongsun Family’s Momentum Flow Body Realm, the Heaven Peak Body Transformation derived from the late Zhuge Family Head’s Yue Family Spear breaking method, individual transmission martial lineages from various parts of the jianghu, even some Nine Great Sects’ branch family martial arts.

Among them, several were already delivering sword strikes while stepping on weighty footwork at close range to Jeong Yeon-shin, attack techniques mixed with the late Namgung First Sword’s Limitless Steps.

The momentum that momentarily pressed down on the air resembled Emperor Sword Form.

The atmosphere distorted along all their body lines.

The sword families’ previously activated countermeasures. They had prepared quick evasion in advance by extremely activating the true energy operation of movement techniques.

It wasn’t just the Martial Dragon Alliance.

Swish!

There were also those who, instead of bypassing the lone purple, shot semi-transparent sword strike shock waves or arrow-like sword energy from a distance.

This was because the techniques Jeong Yeon-shin had unleashed reminded them of divine skills and supreme techniques famous throughout the world.

The competitive spirit of martial world people removed from battlefields, wondering what would happen if their martial arts clashed with supreme martial learning.

Thus Jeong Yeon-shin faced the jianghu before the main gate of Desolate Fortress reeking of blood, and.

Wuuuuuuuung!!

The weapons of Myriad Flowers Rain left whitish trajectories like light rays as they surrounded him, but momentarily, Jeong Yeon-shin moved his left hand once with an expressionless face.

Crack—

“…!”

In an instant, crude axe blades embedded in the abdomens of four swordsmen who had been about to attack him with the Namgung Family’s supreme technique.

Even though they had all elegantly evaded Myriad Flowers Rain and entered using Limitless Steps footwork.

It was an unbelievable movement.

Simultaneously, blue-green veins crossed Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand back and index finger, and the axes that suddenly trembled cut through the four swordsmen’s upper bodies entirely as they shot skyward.

Crrrrrack!

It was the sound of ribs completely shattering.

Blood spraying up in all directions like a reverse waterfall.

It wasn’t over.

Instantly, dozens tore through those droplet trajectories to pounce on Jeong Yeon-shin, and the relentless movements carried the self-confidence characteristic of masters.

Step.

Before they knew it, Martial Dragon Alliance Leader Helian Feng-yue had leisurely moved one step and approached within ten paces of Jeong Yeon-shin.

With this, the purple’s counterattack would be blocked, and this strange space of Myriad Flowers Rain would transform into a place where warriors enjoyed entertainment.

In the midst of this.

The heads of his senior Squad Leaders still remained reflected in Jeong Yeon-shin’s jet-black pupils.

“Master Jeong, composure…!”

Suddenly a human shadow’s black prosthetic leg that struck down from the void was blocked by Helian Feng-yue’s thick forearm, and from that impact point, a gale whirled with a roar and scraped the ground.

Zzzzzzzing—!

It was Ultimate Martial Hall Leader of the Divine Sword Group.

The person with the deepest knowledge of martial learning among the leadership of the Wish for Peace Sword Hall.

He knew how shoddy martial arts deployed in a state of lost reason were.

Only novices get swept up in a strong person’s anger. The true terror of masters lies in calculations and energy operation woven thoroughly like a net.

Unless it was some Sima unorthodox path martial art that displayed its power when sanity was lost, there was no method that became stronger just from getting angry.

“Alone? You have great courage.”

As Helian Feng-yue lightly lifted his forearm and his large mouth curved in an arc.

Splash!

Blood drops fell toward them.

It was as if a dark cloud full of rainwater had burst.

Such graceless melody faintly swallowed the sound of dozens of flesh pieces and bone fragments being ground up in the sky.

Ultimate Martial Hall Leader witnessed the scene reflected in Helian Feng-yue’s eyes through ascending lightness technique.

Those who had been pouncing on Jeong Yeon-shin like a swarm of locusts had disappeared without a trace. No corpses existed either.

Swish—

The winter sunlight that had been pouring transparently from the sky was refracted here and there among the reddish bone fragments, and those bone pieces naturally fell into the sea of weapons to become part of Myriad Flowers Rain.

“……”

It looked as if pale rust had formed in the space of metal pieces commanded by the purple youth. Of course, its density had increased a bit more.

Enough that explosive force waves and sword energies that had violently charged from a distance drawing Z-shapes collided with crackling sounds and died down.

It differed from the existing Lightning Genius martial lineage.

Any martial world person who saw it would call it martial arts predicated on long battles. Therefore, at this moment, only Martial Dragon Alliance masters were charging from afar again.

The rest quickly bypassed the main gate in succession, and as Desolate Fortress warriors responded to them, the battlefield was once again filled with intense collision sounds.

Whiiiing— Crash!

Thus orange sparks that shot up from all directions flickered like stars visible in broad daylight.

“It’s not a method for short decisive battles.”

The Gang of Demons Green Forest Grand Chief who faced Jeong Yeon-shin from a distance spoke. He was now completely one with his warhorse, creating heavy vibrations.

Earth shaking as if meeting a typhoon and atmosphere rippling semi-transparently. Dozens of internal energy operation methods had manifested simultaneously. It was the precursor to Transcendent Martial Art.

Similarly, Zhi Jiang-xian’s Nine Life Ultimate Technique was also prepared.

Rumble—

[We must finish early. Please handle Desolate Divine Spear, you two generals. Naturally you mustn’t hesitate about joint attacks.]

His voice carried earthquake-like resonance.

From avoiding the earth-shaking sonic technique Jeong Yeon-shin had unleashed earlier with mounted martial arts to his current appearance. Now no one regarded Gang of Demons Green Forest’s Grand Chief as human.

Like the Martial Dragon Alliance Leader and Desolate Fortress’s purple, he was close to a natural disaster that spoke.

Yue Shou-lin was pointing her spear toward the remaining three of Gang of Demons Green Forest. It was the appearance of taking Jeong Yeon-shin’s vanguard.

Behind them, Ultimate Martial Hall Leader was blocking Helian Feng-yue, but each time they clashed once, his prosthetic leg was buried in the ground with a thud or nearly lost balance.

“Ultimate Martial, thanks to you I’m one step late. It seems the bandit will take the initiative. If we engage in joint attacks here, I won’t be able to save face before that Yong fellow, so I’ll have to play with you for a while.”

Thud! Crash! Kwaaaaaang—!

Fragments of explosive force scattered in all directions, deeply caving in spots on the ground, and powerful energy swept the ground creating thick mist.

The Martial Dragon Alliance Leader’s hands and feet had become blurred, but his lips still drew a smile, and his pupils filled with white light continuously swept the sea of weapons with admiring gazes.

Of course, he didn’t miss Ultimate Martial Hall Leader’s movements either.

“Your defensive techniques are quite solid. Desolate Fortress’s twin martial lineages… attack-focused Lightning Genius and defensive Ultimate Martial. Today Xiangyang will lose all these interesting grandmasters. What a pity.”

“……”

Those who blocked Jeong Yeon-shin’s front and back with sealed lips.

They were similarly seniors of the Wish for Peace Sword Hall.

Jeong Yeon-shin had become acquainted with most black rank seniors after the assembly order issued by the current Divine Sword Group Leader.

Even if they hadn’t all openly expressed favor, they had all saved Jeong Yeon-shin’s life in Sichuan and shared life and death together.

They simply hadn’t shared death with the two heads swaying with energy waves at Zhi Jiang-xian’s waist at this moment.

Rumble!

Horse hoof sounds that changed like thunder.

[Master Jeong should give up. Desolate Fortress is finished, and this is the tide of the era arising from chaotic times.]

Zhi Jiang-xian began charging with a giant axe atop his warhorse. He had the momentum to trample Yue Shou-lin.

Simultaneously, Gang of Demons Green Forest’s supreme masters on his left and right charged toward Yue Shou-lin first, clearly intending to eliminate variables in advance.

Their forms that had turned silver each tore heavily through the atmosphere as if conducting mounted charges despite having no fine steeds.

The sky also darkened.

Whoooosh!

It was due to Martial Dragon Alliance masters who had come to violate Desolate Fortress’s thousand gold prohibition. The remaining personnel were falling toward Jeong Yeon-shin’s head.

As if deploying sword formations in midair, this time semi-transparent energy waves blocked even sunlight, creating huge shadows.

Perfect preparation. Since Gang of Demons Green Forest Grand Chief’s Transcendent Martial Art had been activated, they found no reason to spare their bodies.

It was when Yue Shou-lin, who had now bared her teeth like a lion, transferred her spear shaft to one hand and moved it behind her back.

Swish.

With Jeong Yeon-shin’s brief gesture, the hundreds of weapons that had been filling all directions disappeared from their positions all at once.

The energy barrier that had been creating untimely dusk above his head was also torn apart simultaneously.

Pop pop pop pop pop!

Over a hundred bodies burst like cannons.

Bones and flesh embedded with the history of martial arts throughout the world split, exploded, and were pulverized once more by the recoil of those shock waves, while transparent sunlight descended in iridescent patterns through the spurting blood.

It was the annihilation of the Martial Dragon Alliance.

Only then did the ground supporting Jeong Yeon-shin’s feet sink down with a thud. It was due to the propulsive shock waves the hundreds of weapons had emitted.

Thus the sea of weapons embedded in the sky like a constellation, then began falling in whitish silver streams toward the main castle walls. As if the trajectory had been predetermined from the beginning.

Kwaaaaaaa—!

Meanwhile, only eighteen weapons remained near Jeong Yeon-shin, and Zhi Jiang-xian’s mounted charge had literally reached close range.

Swish.

Instantly Jeong Yeon-shin gently pushed Yue Shou-lin aside.

She was pushed aside while rotating laterally without the slightest disturbance.

Soon the eighteen weapons that had been floating as if protecting Jeong Yeon-shin faced the sunlight and dyed the surroundings snow-white in an instant.

Flash—

It was as if the world had blinked…

Before they knew it, Jeong Yeon-shin and Zhi Jiang-xian’s positions had switched, and ten of the eighteen weapons had shattered and scattered.

In contrast, not even scratches existed on either person’s body. Their appearances had just changed slightly.

Zhi Jiang-xian’s mouth opened.

“…You evaded my strike to take that?”

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t answer, but in his right hand was held the cord that bound the two seniors’ heads.

Heads that wouldn’t have remained intact if they had properly collided. Zhi Jiang-xian, who turned his head to glance at his retreating figure, let out a hollow laugh.

“From sound techniques to Myriad Flowers Rain… you’ve wasted energy far more greatly than me. How do you plan to handle the aftermath?”

“……”

“The enemies Xiangyang faces today aren’t just me. Hundreds who regard Desolate Fortress as their enemy will view your corpse today. Even if they went over the castle walls earlier, they’ll return here soon.”

Zhi Jiang-xian said.

At that moment, Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been silently looking down at his dead seniors’ heads, spoke.

His face was continuously alternating between gentle mourning and expressionless anger like swordsmanship transformation. It was madness.

“Return?”

“Mm…?”

“Who.”

At his words, Zhi Jiang-xian suddenly closed his mouth.

The south of the main castle.

The direction where the sea of weapons had just struck down like meteors. The presence of Thirteen Evil Sect groups and wandering warriors had disappeared like a lie.

Simultaneously, silence descended vastly. Like sunset filling all directions without empty spaces.