The Great Chanyu's Conflicted Feelings

When Technique Method is supernatural, it is called Divine Ability.

A technique amidst wind and rain, even Zhu Jiuyin never imagined that such a technique would be transformed into Divine Ability.

In Zhu Jiuyin's view, the most powerful wind and rain techniques are nothing more than stronger winds and heavier rains.

But in this wind and rain spell, the rainwater wrapped around his legs felt incredibly heavy, while the gale had transformed into wind blades that cut through his body.

If the attacker had faced a different opponent, the opponent would have been killed instantly.

"Excellent Technique Method! The Han Kingdom still has some talented people!"

A misty purple qi continued to rise, constantly washing over Zhu Jiuyin's body with Law Power.

He did not break free from the wind and rain spell, but instead stood on the Nine Dragon Cauldron and looked into the distance.

Even in the misty rain, cultivators were still floating in the air, continuously casting spells.

The opponent's speed was not as fast as the eight demon horses pulling the cauldron, but the opponent used the advantage of floating and leaping in the air to travel in a straight line, thus intercepting from the front and also making a move against Zhu Jiuyin.

"Give me your name," Zhu Jiuyin voice. "You were able to continuously cast spells without my noticing, thus injuring my clone. You deserve to be remembered by me!"

"It's a pity your true form didn't come, otherwise General Li Guang and I could have killed you completely!"

The monk in the wind and rain did not respond, but only sighed softly.

Do you think my main body and this clone are of the same strength?

Zhu Jiuyin spoke softly.

Flames began to rise from his feet, constantly battling against the water ropes that bound his feet, while flames also appeared in his hands.

But before the flames in his hand could burst out, Zhu Jiuyin felt as if the central Law Power of his Yang Soul Body had been severed, making it difficult for him to concentrate the flames in his palm into a line to strike the distant target.

The immense Law Power contained within his Yang Soul Body could still cleanse his body and resist the erosion of Technique Method, but he found it difficult to channel his Law Power outwards.

Only then did the expression on Zhu Jiuyin Soul Body change abruptly, losing its previous indifference.

"This incarnation technique seems wondrous, difficult to be harmed by tangible blades, but it can be cut by wind, fire, and water techniques, and can also be covered and annihilated by dust and sand techniques," the cultivator said. "You have been hiding for a thousand years, and even if your strength is overwhelming, do you dare to show your true form so that we can try to find your weakness?"

The cultivator responded with a sarcastic remark. He didn't reveal his name to be remembered, nor did he care about Zhu Jiuyin's threat. Instead, he pointed out a fact.

No one dared to test Daojun's flying knives, thus turning Daojun into a symbol of fear.

But he witnessed the new emperor slaying the Dao Lord with his sword high in the sky.

Although the new emperor did not kill the Dao Lord's true form, this undoubtedly shattered the myth that the Lord of the Sacred Land was invincible.

Cultivation levels are finite; once a cultivator reaches their cultivation limit, it becomes difficult to increase it further.

Although they are all cultivators, these Sacred Land lords simply reached their cultivation limits earlier and their condensed Law Treasure Law Artifact are stronger, but that does not mean they are invincible.

The cultivators' fear of the Sacred Land's lord stemmed from the latter's long-standing reputation, as well as the vast difference in their lifespans.

Once we take it out and weigh it carefully, and find the flaws in the Technique Method, these top-tier cultivators will surely be killed.

"Very well, very well! These young people nowadays are truly fearless, like newborn calves that have never faced a tiger. They dare to challenge the rules of the cultivation world just because they have a little skill!"

Zhu Jiuyin laughed in extreme anger.

He could hardly unleash the flames from his palms, but his eyes were already rapidly turning white.

The eight demonic horses continued to gallop, and even with cultivators floating in the air ahead, it was difficult to maintain a balance in their speeds, let alone constantly manipulate Technique Method to influence them.

The impact of the wind blades and the binding of the water ropes will inevitably break, and as the distance between them continues to widen, making it difficult to fight, Zhu Jiuyin will not mind paying a certain price to teach this middle-aged cultivator a heavy lesson.

"Since when did the cultivation world start having rules? Are we young people not allowed to challenge the rules set by our seniors?"

The cultivator continuously treaded on the waves in the distance, his body floating forward, trying to maintain a slow escape speed as far as possible.

He laughed loudly, Zhu Jiuyin saw another arrow flying from afar.

He paid no attention to penetrating attacks like arrows, and even ignored them.

A glimmer of darkness appeared in his pale eyes, which then transformed into the light of flame.

Although he did not rely on any treasures and did not come in his true form, his Divine Ability were more than enough to target a particular cultivator.

A flame ignited in those black and white eyes.

As far as the eye could see, the world seemed to be divided into black and white, and between the black and white, a fierce flame suddenly appeared.

Zhu Jiuyin saw the cultivator's floating body in the distance instantly plummet, but before he could even snort in protest, wildly exploding flames erupted from his Yang Soul Body.

When he finally managed to pull his gaze back, he saw a sword engulfed in flames piercing the top of his head.

Before he could even retract his sword, his opponent had already soared into the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

No one believed that the Lord of the Sacred Land would be defeated, and no one interfered in the contest between Zhu Jiuyin and the cultivators.

When Zhu Jiuyin's head burst into flames and his body emitted layers of explosive sounds, some people near the Nine Dragon Cauldron reacted. Those closer to him swung out a sword or saber, while those further away shot out arrows.

The Great Chanyu Junchen's face showed disbelief.

As he drew back the heavy bow in his hand and his gaze swept toward the young face riding the flying Law Treasure, he suddenly caught sight of the departing gaze.

Anger, madness, hostility, arrogance...

The complex look in his eyes silenced the Great Chanyu, who also recalled the young man's eyes when he was reviewing his troops.

If it were one of their own, the Great Chanyu would interpret this look as a testament to the invincible courage of the Xiong State's brave men on the battlefield. However, when it comes to an enemy, this look can indeed be interpreted in many other ways.

Looking at the other person wearing only white underwear, the Great Chanyu suddenly understood some things.

His arrow was aimed at the new emperor, but missed by just a tiny bit.

A sharp arrow, carrying a strong wind, grazed past the new emperor's ear, eliciting a look of shock in his eyes. The Great Chanyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What a fine sword, what a pity!"

He murmured to himself.

If their identities could be reversed, he would rather be the emperor of the Great Han Dynasty than a puppet of the three Sacred Land in the Xiong State.

The Great Chanyu needed the Sacred Land and the powerful Lineage of various ancestral lands to civilize and educate the slave population, but he did not need these people to interfere with the Xiong State's regime.

He did not want Zhu Jiuyin and others to die, as the Xiong State would lose its support without the Lord of the Sacred Land.

But he disliked the existence of these people and demons; this was a constraint he could never shake off in his entire life.

He was filled with conflicting emotions. When he suddenly saw the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin being killed, he felt both fear and a sense of secret joy. He couldn't quite express his feelings at that moment.

His arrows could have struck the young cultivator, but the Great Chanyu's arrows missed by two points.

He also disliked the emergence of young, highly skilled cultivators in the Han Kingdom, but he hoped that the two cultivators who were fighting against Zhu Jiuyin would survive.

This might create a standoff, and then a possible balance, thereby restraining the lords of Sacred Land like Zhu Jiuyin, allowing the royal power of the Xiong State to breathe and continue to develop.

"There are so many talismans! Old Master Huang has a limited number of talismans; few people can afford to use them so extravagantly. Could it be that he is...?"

The Great Chanyu's arrow missed its mark, but the others' arrows did not.

The cultivator on the flying magical Law Treasure was nearly riddled with holes in a short moment. A cry of alarm came from afar, and twelve rays of talismanic light burst forth from the cultivator's body.

Each ray of light blocked a deadly arrow; such extravagant use of talismans is rare, and only a select few can accomplish this.

The Great Chanyu had only a vague idea of the young man's identity.