Immortal, You Are Unjust
On the dragon's head, Gao Yunyi stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze fell on the figure in the black bear fur cloak on the Viewing Platform, his expression indifferent, showing no trace of joy or anger.
He did not intentionally release killing intent, but that indifference that belonged only to Immortals and Gods, that transcended life and death, pressed heavily on Tie Lehun's heart like an invisible mountain.
Tie Lehun's throat bobbed, and a chill ran down his spine.
Standing on the Viewing Platform he had built with his own hands, gazing at the figure in blue in the sky, he finally felt the undisguised absolute will to wipe his entire clan from this world.
That wasn't directed at him alone.
It was aimed at the hundreds of thousands of Hezhen people living at the foot of White Mountain.
The Han people deity in heaven wanted to exterminate their race and destroy their people.
But he couldn't understand it.
Why would this Han people immortal harbor such great hostility towards their He True Person?
Although he was planning to lead the various tribes of Hezhen into Liaodong Prefecture City and establish a kingdom in the south, he hadn't officially started implementing it yet.
Is it wrong to think about it?
The Han people gods are far too unreasonable.
As the saying goes, to catch a thief, you must catch him red-handed; to catch an adulterer, you must catch them in the act. He hasn't even set foot in a single city or county in Liaodong, nor has he slaughtered any of the local people. Why should he suffer the fate of having his entire clan wiped out?
"We, the Hezhen, obey your command..."
Tie Lehun drew his black iron scimitar from his waist, the blade pointing straight to the sky. His voice was hoarse yet resolute, exploding above the heads of hundreds of thousands of people:
"All troops, fire your arrows! Shoot down that monstrous dragon in the sky! Even Immortals and Gods cannot frighten the Hezhen people of the White Mountains and Black Waters!"
At a single command, tens of thousands of Hezhen archers simultaneously drew their bows and nocked their arrows.
The humming of bowstrings converged like a tidal wave, and in the next instant, countless arrows flew from the bowstrings, blotting out the sun, shooting towards the Jiaolong high in the sky like a swarm of locusts.
Zhang Qishan lay on the dragon's back, watching the overwhelming rain of arrows. His face turned pale, and he instinctively shrank deeper into the dragon's scales, desperately protecting the infant in his arms.
But those arrows were destined to miss them completely.
The arrows shot into the sky, but lost their momentum when they were about a hundred feet away from the White Dragon. They fell back to the ground, clattering and tinkling as they landed on the snow, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes.
No matter how hard True Person He drew his bow, he couldn't even touch a single hem of the Immortal's robe.
Tens of thousands of arrows, all in vain.
On the ground, the He True Person watched the arrows fall one after another, their faces ashen.
Their archery and horsemanship skills, which they were so proud of, were no match for this Han people immortal.
Gao Yunyi on the dragon's head, looking down at the ants struggling in vain below. His eyes were unwavering, as cold as a stagnant pool.
In his eyes, these people's lives were no different from those of insects crawling on the snow.
Bai Suzhen, however, was enraged.
She was originally White Flood Dragon that was bestowed upon her by her master, and she was proud and aloof, and extremely protective of her master.
Today, so many lowly mortals, as insignificant as ants, dare to draw their bows and shoot arrows at her master—this is an offense she cannot tolerate.
"Roar--"
Bai Suzhen raised her head and let out a furious dragon roar, which shook the Nine Heavens and caused the wind and clouds to change color.
Her enormous dragon body suddenly soared into the sky, rising straight up and plunging headlong into the churning white clouds.
The next moment, the world changed color.
The once clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the thick, dark clouds hanging low, almost pressing down on the ground.
A sudden gust of wind arose, howling across the entire valley, whipping up snow, overturning tents, and extinguishing the campfire.
Bai Suzhen, clad in a colossal dragon body, moved among the clouds, uttering a series of awe-inspiring roars that summoned Wind and Rain Summoning, and stirred the power of heaven and earth.
Large raindrops poured down from the clouds.
But before the rainwater even reached the ground, it instantly froze into solid ice in an extremely cold current.
Billions of ice cones fell from the sky.
It was a veritable rain of ice, with countless sharp, gleaming ice spikes, like billions of blades, blotting out the sun and crashing down on the hundreds of thousands of Hezhen soldiers on the ground.
The moment the first ice spike falls, purgatory descends.
Someone was impaled on the top of the head by an ice pick and died instantly.
Some people were pinned to the ground by icicles, unable to move.
Some people managed to escape a few, but were then overwhelmed by the icy rain that followed.
Screams, wails, and cries for help instantly ripped through the entire valley.
Countless He True Person fell, their blood mingling with shattered ice crystals, spreading like a river across the snow.
Hundreds of thousands of people fell like harvested weeds beneath the endless icicles.
No matter how they fled, how they raised their shields, or how they hid in tents, they could not escape this all-pervasive rain of death.
In a short time, the camp was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.
Only now did these Hezhen warriors, who had just been clamoring that they were "not afraid of death," truly understand the difference between mortals and Immortals and Gods.
It wasn't a matter of the number of weapons or the level of courage; it was a bottomless, insurmountable chasm.
In the blink of an Immortal, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are nothing more than ants that can be destroyed with a flick of the finger.
The surviving Hezhen True Person were utterly terrified.
No one dared to look up at the White Dragon anymore, and no one remembered the Khan's orders.
They abandoned their scimitars, their longbows, their so-called glory and ambition.
Crying and screaming, they ran wildly in all directions, desperate to escape this land of death and live as long as possible.
However, they couldn't escape.
Gao Yunyi casually raised his hand and pointed his finger downwards.
[Clear Sky Sword Domain]
With a sword cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth...
A series of invisible and intangible Sword Intents, yet seemingly omnipresent, spread out from his body.
It transformed into a nearly transparent curtain of light that enveloped the entire valley.
They closed in from all sides, sealing off the blood-stained camp and the fleeing He True Person.
He True Person, who was fleeing at the forefront, crashed headlong into the invisible sword curtain, as if he had hit a wall of bronze and iron, and was violently bounced back.
Someone swung their sword wildly, but the blade shattered inch by inch from the Sword Intent.
Some people knelt down and begged, but their hands could not penetrate that barrier.
They can't get in, and they can't get out.
This is a cage built with Sword Intent.
The remaining tens of thousands of He True Person were trapped amidst this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Looking up, there was a sky full of icy rain and swirling White Dragons; all around was an invisible Sword Domain. There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape.
Despair was like a devastating catastrophe, suffocating everyone.
Tie Lehun slumped onto the Viewing Platform, his black bear cloak soaked with blood, his scimitar long since lost.
He gazed at the White Dragon overhead, which Wind and Rain Summoning.
Looking at the sword curtain that surrounded them, trapping the entire clan,
Looking at his clansmen lying dead and bleeding profusely beneath him,
He struggled to sit up and roared at Gao Yunyi in the clouds, his voice hoarse and broken, mingling with the wind, snow, and wails:
"Immortal! You are unjust! My army has never set foot on Han soil, nor has it shed the blood of the people of Liaodong! By what right do you invoke the might of Heaven to annihilate my entire Hezhen clan!"
"The law of the jungle is the ultimate truth! The Han people possess fertile land, and we seek a sliver of hope—what's wrong with that? You, as Immortal, do not understand the suffering of our people, but instead bully the weak with your strength. Aren't you afraid of losing the justice of the immortals?!"
He shouted himself hoarse, pouring out all the confusion, grievances, and resentment in his heart.
The surviving He True Person, hearing their leader's cries, also began to weep and shout.
Many people knelt within the Sword Domain, kowtowing to the heavens, weeping and pleading for their innocence and begging for the Immortals' forgiveness.
However, Gao Yunyi, standing in the sky, remained calm and composed, showing neither pity nor pleasure, and did not utter a single word of response.
His trip to Liaodong was merely a side trip to see if any of these foreign tribes, whom he loathed so much, were hiding in this land of White Mountains and Black Waters.
Now he sees it.
What remains is a reckoning that is destined to be a foregone conclusion.