One Sword, Looking Down on All Under Heaven

The sky was dark, but as patches and clumps of clouds swirled and drifted by, they would occasionally let in a few rays of sunlight.

It was as if the heavens themselves were covering their faces, unwilling to watch the battles on earth for long, yet unable to resist stealing glimpses of the battlefield from time to time.

On the battlefield, fierce fighting raged.

The soldiers bathed in the blood of the Yaksha were mostly from the martial arts world, possessing both high skill and bravery.

However, the Grand Tutor's personal guards were veterans who had participated in the battles between the two capitals, possessing remarkable experience, generous rewards, and a solid foundation.

Their fighting style—fully armored, with iron masks, and wielding heavy shields and weapons—could easily crush the enemy when they had the upper hand.

Even if they inadvertently find themselves in a stalemate, they will become incredibly resilient.

Chaghan's cavalry has learned to coordinate with these heavily armored guards. The cavalry tries to roam the perimeter, while the heavily armored guards hold back the main force, and then the cavalry finds an opening to fire.

The Diba Deng warrior let out a long roar, attempting several times to break through the heavily armored soldiers' formation with his Dragon-Subduing Divine Palms, a technique known for its unparalleled ferocity and increasingly fluid power. However, he was intercepted by the personal guard commander and his men each time.

Han Rui tried many unconventional tactics, but was still held off by the combined efforts of Chaghan, Wind Eagle, and Sain.

Wind Eagle's martial arts were delicate and intricate, like a net, but they were originally unable to restrain Han Rui's sword style, which was as coiled as an insect and as expansive as a dragon, and he was easily thwarted.

However, after Chaghan joined the battle, his sword was incredibly steady, allowing the sword techniques recorded in the Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao to fully display their long and profound energy. When the sword flowers tumbled and thrust forward, it was like a surging river of blood, with rolling red waves that were difficult to escape.

"Sword Intent clashing within the Yellow River?!"

Han Rui realized that this person's swordsmanship, on the surface, was the style of swordsmanship of the Iron Cavalry's westward expedition, but in essence, it was the swordsmanship conception of the Yellow River flowing and thousands of turbid waters colliding.

That's true. This generation of Great Yuan masters has never experienced a real westward expedition with their iron cavalry. Even if they try to learn from the records in books, they will only be imitating without understanding.

Although the Yellow River has changed its course many times throughout history and its weather has been unpredictable, it has always flowed. People in modern times can certainly take the opportunity to observe it.

Chaghan practiced his swordsmanship in the Yellow River, even reaching a level where he could cross the river and swim in the rapids without using internal energy, relying solely on the physical strength of an ordinary person.

No wonder he could keep his composure no matter what strange tricks Han Rui pulled.

Boom!!!

White smoke and flames exploded, and another large number of cavalry limbs flew into the air.

Before they could even fire their gunpowder-laden arrows, they were struck by the aura of the Blazing Fire Pearl Flag, blasting them to death.

Some of the horses died on the spot, while others neighed and howled in pain, charging and running away in anger.

"You killed my horse again?!"

The Arrow God soared into the air, his toes repeatedly touching the plumes on the heads of other cavalrymen. His retreat was as swift and light as a blade of grass being blown away by a strong wind.

His initial mount, which he used in battle, was killed in the fight between Han Rui Wind Eagle.

The mount we were riding was once again affected by the aura of the Blazing Fire Pearl Flag.

Han Baiyu waved the large flag, which resembled a vibrant red cloud.

"I'll not only kill your horse, I'll kill even more—"

Han Baiyu's expression changed slightly before he could finish speaking.

She doesn't usually wear jewelry, but today she had a small, teardrop-shaped red jade pendant hanging from her right ear.

It was originally an ordinary little crystal, but it turned bright red after Chu Tianshu injected a drop of his own blood into it.

At this moment, Chu Tianshu's secret voice was calling out from inside the earring.

Splash!

Han Baiyu slid one hand to the end of the spear, swung his arm out, and drew a large semicircle on the ground with the spearhead.

The Blazing Fire Pearl Flag, in this single sweep of the arm, suddenly unfolded completely.

The aura radiated outwards, spreading into a fan shape, instantly causing sand and stones to fly and dust to rise into the sky.

The hot air currents, mixed with the pungent, earthy smell, disrupted the senses of many enemy soldiers.

The Arrow God was the most perceptive. He narrowed his eyes and noticed that Han Baiyu had left the battlefield. He made a decisive move and leaped out, his footsteps treading on the dust that rose into the sky, as if he were stepping on clouds of yellow.

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the dusty area, holding a half-drawn arrow and giving chase.

Han Baiyu dragged his flag-spear backwards, leaving the wilderness and heading straight for the mountain ridge.

She glanced to the side and noticed someone was chasing her.

However, Chu Tianshu's urgent call must be for something of great importance, so Han Baiyu decided to go there first and discuss other matters later.

Some of the hills and peaks appeared dark green and lush under the overcast sky, while others were rugged with rocks and sparse vegetation. Even on an overcast day, large swathes of white rock could be seen.

Even the most skilled martial artists are more agile on the ground than in the air, but now that they want to enter the mountains, it's not worthwhile to stay close to the ground.

Han Baiyu stomped heavily on his feet and took flight, like a streak of crimson rainbow, soaring through the sky and heading towards the hard, white hills.

She paused briefly on the hill to determine her location, then leaped into a parabola and flew towards another mountain area.

I'm here!!

Han Baiyu had already spotted Chu Tianshu. He swooped down at full speed and landed on the small hill formed by the break in the cliff.

When she discovered a large patch of blood on Chu Tianshu's chest and that his clothes were badly torn, she was both surprised and delighted.

Even with Chu Tianshu so badly injured, Yan Tiemu'er didn't take the opportunity to attack and kill him. Either he was even more seriously injured and had already escaped, or he was already dead!

"You scared me to death! I thought you'd lost, Old Chu."

"Stop talking nonsense, come and grab this half of the token."

The veins on the back of Chu Tianshu's hand bulged as he grabbed the half of the token and yanked it toward Han Baiyu.

Han Baiyu dared not be negligent. He used all his strength, and almost wisps of crimson light rose from the pores of his palms. He closed his five fingers and caught the object.

Surprisingly, she didn't find it difficult to catch.

The moment the half-token was in her hand, it emitted a clear, melodious sound, dispersing the black energy that had been clinging to it.

Before the black mist could tighten again, the half of the token suddenly burrowed into Han Baiyu's palm and disappeared.

The black mist seemed to become angry, moving in and out of Han Baiyu's palm like a needle thread, searching for its target, but ultimately fading away.

Han Baiyu's heart pounded wildly as he stared at the black mist, muttering, "What is this thing?"

This black energy, though it didn't seem particularly strong, only possessing a tiny bit of power, was able to pass through her palm, which she had fully utilized, rendering her power insignificant.

It's as if the black aura and her power are from completely different dimensions.

Chu Tianshu's eyelids twitched when he saw this.

"It seems that I was only able to contend with the black energy thanks to that half of the token as a medium; otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to interfere with its trajectory."

Chu Tianshu's mind raced, and he thought to himself, "That's strange."

"The true form of the Divine Lord Wangliang should still be in his home Spirit Realm. Back in the Long Continent Kingdom, he couldn't even unleash such high-quality power to interfere with us. How could he have crossed realms and yet—"

"The quantity is very small, mostly due to cross-domain relationships, but the quality is so high. Could it be that this half of the token is related to the Divine Lord Wangliang, serving as an excellent anchor point for him?"

He was deep in thought when suddenly his ears twitched, and he grabbed with one hand.

He held an iron arrow in his hand.

The arrow was traveling too fast, and when it suddenly stopped, the entire arrow couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded into fragments.

Then, the sounds of sonic booms and explosions continued.

Chu Tianshu looked up and saw that three miles away, the Arrow God was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

"Oh? The Grand Tutor is nowhere to be seen here, only me. Instead of fleeing, he's shooting at me?"

Chu Tianshu's voice carried far.

The power of the mantra's intent arrives there first, followed closely by the internal energy sound waves, creating layers upon layers of echoes.

The moment the Arrow God stood, the soil cracked, pebbles flew up, and weeds and a few small trees exploded one after another.

He felt as if his eardrums were being violently pulled and bounced back by an invisible hand, causing his heartstrings to tremble as well.

"Bluff!"

The Arrow God was an expert at killing; he could tell how severe the blood loss from the wounds on Chu Tianshu's chest was.

He could also sense just how much Chu Tianshu's aura had declined; it was probably only at one-tenth of its former strength.

The Grand Tutor is probably in dire straits; this may be the only chance he has left to kill Chu Tianshu.

Click!!

With a death wish, the Arrow God drew his bowstring taut, unleashing three arrows at once, fueled by the sonic waves of his mantra.

His lower eyelids seemed to be brimming with blood. He focused his inner strength to the limit and even from more than three miles away, he keenly sensed that Han Baiyu was in a peculiar state of absentmindedness and would not interfere.

"Thirteen Wings, ten thousand horses galloping, arrows slaying the world—wherever the bow's back points, all are subjects!"

Chu Tianshu sensed the impending doom, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly clenched his left hand.

A surge of azure Gang Qi condensed into a bow, its emerald rays as fine as a bowstring.

Around him, pebbles flew into the air, and in an instant, Chu Tianshu drew his bow three times.

At that moment, the Arrow God released his bowstring and shot out the three arrows.

The pebbles were only the size of a finger joint, and in the instant they flew through the air, they were almost ground into thin sheets by the air.

The first piece of gravel struck the topmost arrow, splitting the arrowhead and penetrating the shaft, but it ultimately perished in the middle.

Stone chips and arrow fragments scattered everywhere, some of which hit the second arrow below.

The second piece of stone struck the second arrow, and the same method was used. This time, even more fragments hit the third arrow.

In the blink of an eye.

The third piece of gravel flew by, only grazing the arrowhead before the arrow veered completely off course and pierced the ground.

The gravel itself continued its trajectory.

Like a streak of fire, it suddenly pierced the heart of the Arrow God.

The Arrow God, his hand still raised to hold the bow, froze, his face showing surprise: "Han arrows—how could they—"

"Wei Qing marched thousands of miles, his horse and archery prowess reaching Dragon City. Although Li Guang tactics were no match, he seized a horse, grabbed a bow, and fought his way out of the encirclement alone. Who says we are not good at archery outside the grasslands?"

Chu Tianshu smiled. "What I'm using is just the Ba People Archery; it doesn't represent all schools of swordsmanship."

The sixteen shamans were the ancestors of the Ba People. Wu Xian moved the ancient mountains to become the ruler. Poisonous snakes and giant pythons returned, and they fought to reclaim their land by removing thorns and plucking trees.

Use wood to make a bow, and thorns to make arrows!

This is the Ba People Archery that Chu Tianshu observed from a friend in the Golden Triangle.

With the help of "Mountain Collapse Combat Calculation" to calculate techniques, he also revisited many things from his past that had left a deep impression but which he had not yet fully understood.

The Ba People Archery is one of them.

The Arrow God sighed, "How hateful! Most of us in the Thirteen Wings perished before we could even unleash our full power. What a pathetic death! If we were all still alive, joining forces with the Grand Tutor—"

He could no longer suppress it. A huge burst of fire erupted behind him, and his entire body was torn to pieces. The bowstring snapped, and the bow arm bent backward instantly, also shattering into pieces and scattering across the ground.

"How hateful! Those like the Monk Busha, the Yang Muren, and the Meteor Gods and Devils are clearly the talents of the Central Plains martial arts world, yet they couldn't join forces with me—"

Chu Tianshu mimicked the tone of the Arrow God, sighed, and then suddenly changed the subject.

"Oh, it seems I killed them all. Oh well, consider it their contribution."

Chu Tianshu looked at Han Baiyu and found that she was still in a daze and had not come back. After a moment's thought, he summoned Sanqi.

"Sweetie, go help out on the battlefield first. I'll stay here and protect you. I'll be there shortly."

He then removed the Heavenly Eye and pasted it onto the hilt of the Three-Seven Sword.

"You seem to be able to control the operation of the Heavenly Eye a little now, hurry up and go, I'll treat you to a snack after you're done."

Sanqi made a great contribution to the successful killing of Yan Tiemu'er today.

Feeling it hadn't killed enough, it let out a joyful cry upon hearing this, its sword humming as it flew through the air.

On the battlefield, the fighting continues.

Chaghan and Han Rui exchanged nineteen sword strikes in succession, but Chahan was forced back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and Wind Eagle took over.

He hurriedly adjusted his breathing, took a breath, and was about to help Wind Eagle again when suddenly his heart tightened and he turned his head to look.

A streak of silver light flew out from among the hills and ridges.

The sound of swords whistling was deafening. After flying into the sky above the battlefield, they shot out streaks of green light, striking the cavalry on the ground.

Chaghan could see clearly that the silver light was a long and beautiful sword.

But on the hilt of the sword is a strange eye that blinks and emits strange light along its path, killing people as easily as burning hemp.

Even when Chaghan saw the black dragon, he thought it was just a strange beast. But he never imagined a sword with eyes.

More importantly, this sword could fly from the mountains; the Grand Tutor feared—

Chaghan trembled inwardly and said, "Could it be that our Great Yuan Fortune truly run out, resulting in the birth of such a monstrous talent?"

The Silver Mirror Divine Sword has only one eye; the fate of the Jiazi Great Yuan Dynasty is sealed!