The outer-world of the Chaos. The sounds of battle gradually weakened, only the last two battlefields remained.
One was Yue Fei and Huo Qubing fighting against the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Empress.
The other was Bai Qi and the five generals facing the six personal Disciples of the Dao Ancestor.
"Seal the Wolves at Ju Xu!"
On the battlefield, a flash of killing intent flickered in Huo Qubing’s eyes. He raised his war spear high, containing endless slaughter, turning a thousand miles blood-red, so that from then on the great desert would have no royal court.
This was a spear that swept across the universe!
"Fortune of the Heaven Court, bless the Emperor’s body!"
The Heavenly Emperor did not dare be careless and began to channel the power of Fortune. His cultivation surged, breaking through to the late Unity Realm Stage.
Imperial might blazed, making the chaotic time and space tremble.
The Heavenly Emperor!
The son of Heaven, holding part of Heaven’s authority.
The power of this sword could not be underestimated either; even a Martial Artist at the Peak of the Realm would have to avoid it by thirty percent.
Boom!
The two peerlessly powerful attacks collided, destructive aftershocks scattering. In the next instant, the two of them exploded backwards at the same time.
Huo Qubing retreated nearly ten thousand miles before stopping, and at the instant he came to a halt, the armor on his right arm cracked and turned to ashes, revealing a smooth arm, completely unscathed.
On the other side, the Heavenly Emperor retreated tens of thousands of miles before barely stabilizing his body. Immediately after, the backlash struck, causing his sturdy Heavenly Emperor body to split open.
His fleshly body shattered!
"You were hiding your strength!"
The Heavenly Emperor stared fixedly at Huo Qubing and said in a deep voice.
"This general has not been hiding his strength!"
Huo Qubing shook his head and said.
The Heavenly Emperor’s face showed doubt; he did not believe it.
Huo Qubing looked at the Heavenly Emperor, thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Have you ever considered that perhaps you’re just too weak, and you didn’t force out this general’s strength, which made you产生 the illusion that this general isn’t very strong?"
The Heavenly Emperor: "..."
Too weak!
These three words were like a sharp dagger stabbing into his heart.
Rage!
Endless rage!
"You... you..."
The Heavenly Emperor painfully stretched out his right hand, trembling uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by anger, he threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, causing his already shattered body to directly explode.
"Dead?"
Huo Qubing was stunned. He walked to the Heavenly Emperor’s remains, falling into doubt.
Was this someone he killed?
Or someone he angered to death?
Sigh!
Truly a headache!
After thinking for a while, Huo Qubing hefted his war spear and flew back to the Myriad Worlds.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
In the distance, the Heavenly Empress, who was battling Yue Fei, saw the Heavenly Emperor fall. Her face turned pale as she cried out in overwhelming grief.
A disturbed heart!
Then the spirit cannot gather!
This, on the battlefield, was a taboo!
The Heavenly Empress made a similar mistake. Her moves paused, revealing a blatant opening.
"Die!"
Veteran of a hundred battles, Yue Fei naturally would not let this golden opportunity slip. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he thrust his spear with force, piercing through the Heavenly Empress’s body.
Blood splattered, dyeing the phoenix robe red!
The Heavenly Empress staggered, her once mighty aura dissipating by seventy to eighty percent.
The spear Yue Fei thrust directly shattered her Dantian.
Of course, with the Heavenly Empress’s strength, condensing another Dantian would be a piece of cake.
However, she did not condense a Dantian. Instead, borrowing the last of her strength, she flew toward the Heavenly Emperor’s shattered corpse and began to piece it together bit by bit.
After a few minutes, she had assembled the Heavenly Emperor’s corpse, though his appearance remained incomparably miserable.
"Actually, I never wanted to become the Heavenly Empress!"
"But I know this life of mine was given by the Dao Ancestor. I must be loyal to the Dao Ancestor and complete every order the Dao Ancestor gives..."
The Heavenly Empress tore off her clothes and began to stitch up the Heavenly Emperor’s corpse.
She stitched as she wiped away the blood.
Gradually, the Heavenly Emperor’s true face emerged, eyes tightly shut, still retaining a trace of his former pressure.
"The life I truly longed for was just the two of us together, even if we became mere mortals—working at sunrise, returning at sunset, then having a pair of children, living out an ordinary life in peace."
"Even if it were only a few short decades, it would still surpass this lifetime of endless slaughter..."
After she finished her work, the Heavenly Empress lay down beside the Heavenly Emperor. Her voice grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.
Crimson blood flowed slowly from the two of them, finally merging together, never again to be separated.
High in the sky, Yue Fei watched the Heavenly Empress’s actions without intervening.
Only when the Heavenly Empress’s life force was completely gone did he transform into a streak of light and fly back to the Myriad Worlds.
On the ground, the sounds of great battle were fading.
With the fall of the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress, the Heaven Court’s heavenly soldiers and generals saw their morale plummet. They dropped their weapons one after another and chose to surrender.
Of course, the world was not lacking in loyal men who did not fear death.
But soon, they were all suppressed and slain by the soldiers of the Seventh and Eighth Legions.
Thus.
The Heaven Court was defeated.
Of the six battlefields, only the last remained.
...
"All lost?"
On a distant battlefield, Taihong, who was fighting Han Xin, saw the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress fall, and his heart sank, filled with vexation.
At the same time, he noticed a terrifying phenomenon.
Why was his opponent always Han Xin?
Why had none of the other Qin Dynasty powerhouses made a move?
Logically speaking, with the Qin Dynasty Fortune court having won on five battlefields, there should be many free powerhouses. Why had they not taken action?
What were they waiting for?
It was not only him; Hongjun also noticed this problem. He found that the experts under his command were like whetstones, used to hone the Qin Dynasty’s powerhouses.
Whetstones!
Thinking of this, Hongjun’s heart gave a jolt. Could it be that he himself was also a whetstone?
He looked at Xuanzang, then at Liu Bei and Sun Quan, and finally gazed toward the grand world of the Nine Provinces. It was clearly visible, yet shrouded in a layer of mystery, impossible to see through.
"The Underworld battlefield!"
Suddenly, Hongjun thought of the Underworld and secretly reached out with his senses, discovering that his connection with the Lord of the Nine Capitals had completely vanished.
What did this mean?
The Lord of the Nine Capitals had already fallen!
"If this Ancestor were Qin Wudao, what would the next step be?"
Hongjun pondered silently. Gradually, a sense of unease spread through his entire body, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, chilling his heart to the core.
If he were Qin Wudao, he would definitely establish new rules in the Underworld!
By then, the rules he had created would be replaced.
By then, his strength would inevitably be affected.
"No wonder!"
Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly and ground out, "No wonder Qin Wudao has no desire to end the battle quickly. So it was to dismantle the rules this Ancestor established in the Underworld!"
Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on his face, and killing intent surged in his eyes.
With a light tap of his toes.
His body shot backward, leaving the battlefield.
Xuanzang did not pursue, instead joining up with Liu Bei and Sun Quan, standing in strict formation.
"Come back!"
Hongjun called out to Taihong, Guhao, Tai Yuan, and the others.
The six great Disciples, hearing the order, blurred their bodies, each breaking away from their opponents and coming to Hongjun’s side.
"Master!"
The six Disciples saluted.
"Rise."
The chill on Hongjun’s face faded, replaced by a kindly smile. Smiling, he said, "In your hearts, is Master the most important person?"
"Naturally!"
The six Disciples were taken aback for a moment, then answered without hesitation.
"Then are you willing, for Master’s sake, to give up the most important things you possess?"
The smile on Hongjun’s face grew ever brighter, but if one looked closely, one would see that the depths of his eyes were filled with madness, enough to make one’s blood run cold.
Chapter 1320: 1213: Gradually Losing Sanity
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