A World-Shaking Sword Strike

Even in a large-scale battle, thirty fourth-rank experts can play a crucial role.

As long as they are not targeted by extraordinary powerhouses, they can influence the outcome of a battle.

This time, Xu Qi'an mobilized all the fourth-rank officials he could, betting that no one would take the opportunity to disrupt the rear.

In the Great Feng today, there is not a single extraordinary being, and the number of fourth-rank experts has also decreased sharply.

In the six hundred years Great Feng Dynasty, the capital of the country has never been so poorly defended.

But the effect was immediate. Upon seeing a group of extraordinary experts appear and dozens of fourth-rank soldiers guarding the city walls, the defenders on the city walls roared in unprecedented numbers.

Meaningless shouting!

It was simply to vent the turbulent emotions within me.

After the fall of Qingzhou, the morale of the original Qingzhou garrison plummeted, followed by the death of the supervisor; rumors that the Great Feng's extraordinary experts were no match for Yunzhou; and the court's decision to negotiate peace with a humiliating heart.

All of this tells the soldiers who retreated to Yongzhou—you have suffered a defeat, and the Great Feng is in grave danger.

One can imagine their feelings of dejection and fear.

The reason why they were able to hold Xunzhou without large-scale desertion was not only because Yang Gong was strict in disciplining his troops, but also because all the soldiers had another thought in their hearts.

This thought is called "Xu Yinluo".

The Imperial Censor was seen as a protector by the nobility; with him around, the court was secure.

However, for most people, the position of supervisor is too far removed from reality.

Xu Qi'an was the true guardian angel in the eyes of the common people and soldiers; with him around, the Great Feng would never fall.

Now, Xu Yinluo has arrived!

He did not disappoint, just as he beheaded the Duke in the capital, single-handedly held off the army of the Witch God Cult at Yuyang Pass, and in a fit of rage, killed the tyrannical emperor in the capital.

He has never disappointed.

Dressed in a scarlet robe, Yang Gong placed his hands on the wall, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Better to be shattered jade than to survive as a tile!"

Thus, the chaotic roars and howls from the city walls transformed into a deafening chorus of cries. "Better to die a glorious death than live a life of dishonor!"

Xu Erlang listened to the raging roar, his gaze slowly swept across his surroundings, taking in the expressions of the garrison soldiers one by one.

Some raised their weapons high, shouting until their faces turned red; some had blood in their eyes, but their eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit; some were overjoyed, wishing they could rush down from the city walls and stand with their elder brother immediately.

At that moment, Xu Xinnian knew that this was a fearless and mighty army.

Emotions are contagious. When someone can stir up the emotions of soldiers and make them feel excited, even if they know they will die, even if there is an invincible enemy ahead, they will bravely face death under the leadership of their leader.

In the hearts of the Great Feng garrison, their leader is their eldest brother, Xu Qi'an!

Ji Xuan himself is a prodigy of Yunzhou, and one of only two young people in the contemporary era to have stepped into the extraordinary realm of martial arts.

But when he saw Xu Qi'an summon so many powerful figures on his own, and that extraordinary figures like Luo Yuheng and Kou Yangzhou were willing to stand behind him as his foils, he was deeply moved.

This instantly boosted the morale of the previously demoralized and submissive Great Feng, filling them with blind worship.

A fierce fire of jealousy inevitably ignited in Ji Xuan's heart. He subtly tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and shouted:

"Xu Qi'an, in the realm of the extraordinary, she can never compensate for it with sheer numbers."

His shout, delivered with full force, instantly drowned out the clamor from the city walls.

Then, Ji Xuan turned around and clasped his hands in prayer to the Bodhisattva of the Garuda Tree:

"Please, Bodhisattva, intervene!"

If the opponent is only Xu Qi'an, then with his mid-stage third-rank strength, he can still compete with the Xu fellow. Even if he is slightly inferior, the gap will not be too large.

But now Xu Qi'an is no longer fighting alone.

With a group of extraordinary beings supporting him, Ji Xuan didn't believe he had the strength to charge into the enemy formation alone. The only one capable of doing so was the First-Rank Bodhisattva Gara Tree.

Below the highest level, he is the number one defender.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the Garuda tree's offensive methods are bad; sometimes, defense and attack are directly proportional.

After the Empress ascended the throne, she allowed Zhao Shou to serve as an official in the court? A Great Feng, a second-rank Confucian scholar in the Confucian School system. What a good move. Xu Pingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and also turned his head to look at the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree.

"I would be grateful if you would go and assess their skill level," Xu Pingfeng said solemnly.

"Amitabha!"

The grand chanting echoed across the sky, drowning out all other sounds.

As the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree took a step, the world lost its color, the clouds in the sky surged and were tinged with golden light, and golden ripples spread beneath his feet.

With each step he took, a booming sound echoed, as if even the void itself could not bear his weight.

After taking ten steps, the surroundings were completely silent. Both the Yunzhou army and the Great Feng fell into an eerie silence.

It's not that they don't want to speak, but that they dare not speak. The "Acala" symbolizes the weight of a high mountain and the vastness of the ocean; the "Vajra" symbolizes power and fierceness, representing killing and conquest!

The two images of deities overlapped, making one feel as if standing on the edge of an abyss, or facing a deity.

Before the gods, how dare mortals speak?

This is the suppression of a higher-level being, unshaken by the will of mortals.

It turned out that the guards on the city wall were facing such a terrifying enemy. They faced two statues of Buddhas and deeply felt the terror of a first-rank Bodhisattva.

Everyone knows that Buddhist School bodhisattvas are the pinnacle of existence in the world, and each one can be called invincible. However, bodhisattvas are too far removed from ordinary soldiers, and the supervisor has always been there to protect them.

They knew of the power of the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, but not of the reasons behind it.

Just now, Ji Xuan's single-handed intimidation of the entire army demonstrated a power that was visible and within everyone's comprehension.

The mere presence of the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree was enough to silence even the most extraordinary warriors and ordinary soldiers.

How will Xu Yinluo respond when someone looks down at the figure in blue below the city?

As if by unspoken agreement, all eyes turned to Xu Qi'an, to this last pillar of the Great Feng.

"Who will try to persuade him?"

Xu Qi'an stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"I!"

Sun Xuanji responded succinctly, and then used a teleportation Law Technique to appear between the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree and Xu Qi'an.

Immediately afterwards, Senior Brother Sun demonstrated to everyone what the fancy formation of the Bureau of Astronomy was all about.

Circular arrays lit up beneath his feet, flashing alternately like slides, with smaller arrays forming a larger one, their power layered upon each other.

At the same time, he drew rapidly with his fingers in the air, creating twisted array patterns that formed a formation.

The light kept flashing on and off, flickering like a slideshow.

Amidst the dazzling spectacle, a colossal array sixty feet in diameter appeared beneath the Bodhisattva Gara Tree. This array, centered on the Taiyin (Moon) element, gathered the power of the five elements from all directions and rotated counterclockwise.

Above the head of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva, a similar large array appeared in the sky. This array had the sun as its core and gathered strong winds and lightning, rotating clockwise.

Strangle!

The two colossal formations, resembling millstones, gathered power from different realms of heaven and earth, transforming it into sharp blades to annihilate the Gara Tree Bodhisattva within them.

The formation is divided into two clearly defined areas:

Above, a fierce wind transformed into a tornado, with lightning striking it, and arcs of electricity flickering and flashing within the hurricane. Below, the Yin and Yang elements formed a vortex, rotating in the opposite direction to the tornado.

The point where the two forces meet is the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree.

Ji Xuan raised an eyebrow. He had fought Sun Xuanji several times and had a deep understanding of the white-robed Warlock's strength and personality.

Sun Xuanji was a man who always left himself some room for maneuver; even against a mortal enemy, he rarely risked his life.

But now, this white-robed Warlock has unleashed combat power far exceeding his usual level, seemingly making a desperate gamble to determine life or death.

At the forefront of the Yunzhou army, Qi Guangbo, holding a monocular telescope, gazed at the imposing formation and sighed:

"As expected of a third-rank Warlock, Sun Xuanji has the potential to become a second-rank sorcerer."

"Given time, he might become the second Director, if there were no Imperial Preceptor."

Ge Wenxuan was captivated. Compared to his unattainable teacher, the power displayed by Sun Xuanji was more attractive to him and became his hope.

"But what's the use? Compared to the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, this level of power is utterly insignificant."

As if in response to Ge Wenxuan's words, the Vajra image on the head of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva raised its fists and suddenly clashed them together.

When!

A resounding bell echoed between heaven and earth.

The violent power raged outwards from the center of the two fists, tearing apart invisible forces, lightning, and two formations with overwhelming force.

Throughout the process, the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree never paused.

Sun Xuanji was the first to be hit; his body suddenly arched, and he was thrown backward by the violent force.

However, he was unharmed, and he formed layers of arrays in front of him to neutralize the shockwave.

"Roar!"

Back in the rear, tens of thousands of Yunzhou soldiers roared in unison, bolstering the morale of the Bodhisattva Garuda.

The Great Feng garrison on the city wall stared nervously at the several extraordinary experts, led by Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes slightly, clicked his tongue, and said:

"The Vajra form itself is indestructible, let alone the Acala form, which is only defensive."

Even a first-rank expert probably couldn't break through his defenses.

Zhao Shou nodded:

"The supervisor has never been able to truly cripple the Gara tree."

Xu Qi'an turned his head to look at Kou Yangzhou, the "King of Gua Sha," and smiled:

"Senior, why don't you give it a try? To redeem yourself?"

After breaking through his cultivation barrier, Kou Yangzhou focused on consolidating his realm and honing his sword intent in Jianzhou, resulting in an overall improvement in his strength.

But when it comes to dealing with the Vajra Dharma Form, the old scoundrel grinned:

"Let's give it a try."

"Isn't it just a matter of trying and then it's gone?" Xu Qi'an said.

"I've roughly figured out the level of the Vajra Dharma Form. Senior Kou, National Preceptor, Dean, with the combined strength of the four of us, we broke through the Vajra Dharma Form."

To break through the Vajra Dharma Form, one must possess the explosive power of a first-rank martial artist, and cannot be merely a beginner at that level.

Luo Yuheng and Kou Yangzhou nodded and simultaneously rose into the air, level with the Bodhisattva Garuda.

After five hundred years of seclusion, today I will make the Nine Provinces remember me. The old man, his white hair flying, slowly exhaled a breath of triumph.

A buzzing sound filled the air. The soldiers guarding the city walls and the Yunzhou army in the distance simultaneously felt the swords in their sheaths vibrating, as if they had been imbued with a spirit and were about to break free from their masters' control.

"I am the current master of the sword, come!"

The old scoundrel roared.

In an instant, swords were drawn from their sheaths, breaking free from their masters' restraints, and transformed into a mighty torrent of steel, flying towards Kouyang Prefecture.

The Great Feng and the rebel army, two torrents of steel, blotted out the sky.

"Divine skill."

Miao Youfang stared in disbelief, muttering to himself.

Among the two armies, those martial artists who cultivated sword intent wished they could kneel down before the old scoundrel.

On the other side, Luo Yuheng looked down at Xu Qi'an, her voice clear and melodious:

I can only use three sword strikes!

After Xu Qi'an nodded, she said calmly:

"The First Sword, the Sword of the Heart!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another Luo Yuheng appeared. Unlike her physical body, she was made of layers of black water spirits that resembled a long dress, and fire spirits were contained in her eyes. Her eyes were sharp and piercing as they opened and closed.

The earth spirit lifted her up, willingly prostrating itself at her feet.

Feng Ling lifted her hair, letting it spread freely upwards and outwards, each strand distinct.

Daoist School Yang Shen!

Luo Yuheng's physical body remained suspended, while his spirit entered the sword.

In an instant, the rusty iron sword burst forth with a blazing light, and the rust rapidly peeled off.

Just as the two second-rank experts were using their respective techniques, Xu Qi'an reached out and roared:

"Sword, come!"

A golden streak of light flew in from the horizon and delivered itself into Xu Qi'an's hands.

The Great Feng's number one divine weapon, the National Guardian Sword!

As he gripped the sword, Xu Qi'an flicked his finger and tapped his brow.

What shone was not gold paint, but a deep black, the skin color unique to the Asura bloodline.

The power of Master Shenshu merged into his body, instantly boosting Xu Qi'an's Qi and Blood and energy levels, who was already a second-rank martial artist.

He said slowly, "All beings heed my command!"

Within Yongzhou, the power of all living beings surged forth, like rivers flowing into a vast ocean.

This included the thousands of garrison troops on the walls of Xunzhou, whose strength was more pure and more powerful.

Then, Xu Qi'an collapsed his aura, restrained his emotions, and the Jade Shatter, which already incorporated various ultimate techniques, was poised to be unleashed!

The sword that guarded the nation hummed and trembled, seemingly unable to withstand this terrifying power.

But Xu Qi'an was still not satisfied. His sword-wielding arm suddenly grew two sizes larger, and his muscles bulged.

Power Gu - Berserk!

Xu Pingfeng was slightly moved, seemingly taken aback:

"The power of all living beings! You can mobilize the power of all living beings?!"

The supervisor's trump card is the power of all living beings, which allows Xu Qi'an to possess this power.

Xu Pingfeng no longer hesitated. The next second, he calmed all his surprise and anger and patted the sachet at his waist with one hand.

One after another, bronze components shimmering with clear light flew out and rapidly assembled in the air. At the same time, the circular array beneath Xu Pingfeng's feet expanded, attempting to encompass all the extraordinary experts from both sides.

There's no need for further probing. Now that we know their trump card, let's swiftly and decisively kill Xu Qi'an.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree immediately stopped his slow, tentative approach and charged towards Xu Qi'an.

At that moment, Zhao Shou flicked his finger on the crown of the Confucian scholar, his mouth uttered the words of Heavenly Law, his voice majestic:

"The use of formations is prohibited here!"

He didn't say that the use of Law Artifact was prohibited, as that would affect Xu Qi'an and Luo Yuheng, who were in a state of accumulating power.

However, formations are unique to Warlock.

The bronze disc was quickly assembled, but without the corresponding array to activate it, it could not unleash the power of the Fate Master to isolate this world.

Luo Yuheng's iron sword and Kou Yangzhou's saber formation simultaneously launched their attacks, charging into battle in preparation for the earth-shattering sword strike that was about to be unleashed.

"This sword will be unstoppable!"

Zhao Shou seemed unsatisfied and unleashed the power of his Law Follows Speech, adding another layer of strength to the National Sword.

Can this sword break through the Vajra Dharma Form?

Qingzhou, Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office.

In the damp and cold prison, screams echoed continuously, accompanied by women's shrieks and pleas for mercy.

In the torture chambers, inhumane tortures were being performed. Prisoners were either bound and whipped, or had their skin burned by red-hot irons, or had their flesh cut off piece by piece, exposing their stark white bones.

Each instrument of torture was designed to be used effectively, fully utilizing its torturous properties.

The woman's screams came from inside the prison cell, where she was being raped by the evil sorcerers of the Earth Sect.

After the Yunzhou army occupied Qingzhou, they carried out a large-scale suppression of the resistance forces, as well as the uncooperative local gentry and wandering knights.

Of these people, some were killed, and others were imprisoned. The "prisoners" from Qingzhou were all taken to the Provincial Judicial Commissioner's Office and handed over to the Earth Sect sorcerers for processing.

This is a torment more terrible than death.

Echoing the screams were the sinister laughter and maniacal shouts of the evil Daoist priests, who wantonly vented the ugliness and malice within humanity, reveling in the prisoners' painful expressions and death-defying screams.