Chapter 1 A Moment of Silence

The vast battlefield was momentarily silent.

Only the 'shasha' sound of spurting blood and the howling wind continued unabated.

Thick blood spurted from Yang Lin's headless neck, only to be scattered by the gale in the still-sweltering sky.

Falling like rain.

One man, facing the Red Flood Dragon Army of ten thousand, the combined attack of three Divine Meridian experts, could still turn the tables, killing one, and forcing the other two back!

What a glorious achievement!

Not only the many martial artists in the distance, but even the well-trained elite of the Red Flood Dragon Army felt horrified, shocked, and incredulous.

Bang!

It seemed like a long time, but in reality, it was only a moment. Yang Lin's head slammed into the ground, embedded in the ruined earth like a lead ball.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at An Qisheng, with an expression of unwillingness even in death.

The spirit of a Divine Meridian expert was extremely powerful. Even after being beheaded and his spirit severely injured, there was still a trace of thought that had not dissipated.

He was unwilling, extremely unwilling.

His blade had clearly broken through An Qisheng's protective qi and struck his neck!

Hu

An Qisheng stood with his spear, his palm gently stroking his neck. On his finger, a white mark, like the one left after being whipped, slowly disappeared.

Yang Lin's last Seven Kill Blade had broken through his qi, but with his physique tempered to such a degree, the power of the weakened blade was naturally not enough to break through his body.

Bang!

As An Qisheng lowered his arm, Yang Lin's head completely exploded, splattering red and white matter.

Divine Meridian experts were difficult to kill. If the head did not explode, how could one be at ease?

At this point, the Embroidered Uniform Guard commander, the high-ranking Divine Meridian expert of the Great Feng Dynasty, was completely dead.

Huhu~~

As the air currents gently blew, An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Chonghua in the distance.

Compared to Cao Tiangang, who was sent hundreds of feet into the sky like a ball by his spear strikes, Ji Chonghua had not suffered any injuries. All his dishevelment was just an outward appearance.

The resilience of his red armor was somewhat unexpected.

Ji Chonghua stood with his red-armored long saber, his disheveled hair flying in the wind. He was a mess, but his aura did not diminish, but rather increased. He stared at An Qisheng, word by word:

"This old man underestimated you. Everyone in this world underestimated you..."

This confrontation, under the circumstances that Han Changgong did not want to interfere, was naturally planned by him alone.

He asked himself that he had made complete preparations. Not to mention this An Qisheng, even those few grandmasters at the top of the Earth List might not be able to retreat unscathed if they stepped into the army formation and had their power to communicate with the world suppressed.

This old Taoist was still able to kill Yang Lin in the end. Such strength made him feel like he was in a dream.

If he didn't know that he had not yet forged the Divine Meridian, he would have almost thought that he was like Pang Wanyang, who had already cultivated the Taiyin Limitless and was about to reach the threshold of becoming a Celestial.

This old Taoist was stronger than he expected. As a result, his calculations were completely in vain.

He had even reached this point of being stuck in a dilemma.

Suddenly, he thought of Han Changgong.

That mystical old thing, could it be that he had already foreseen this scene and refused to come forward?

Boom!

The air currents rolled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere. Cao Tiangang, with a livid face, descended from the sky and landed in the distance.

Compared to Ji Chonghua, who was only slightly disheveled, Cao Tiangang was much more miserable. His clothes were tattered like a beggar, and his fair skin was covered with crisscrossing spear marks, with blood dripping down.

Cao Tiangang wiped his stiff face, his chest heaving:

"Good, good, good! Good, Wang Quan Taoist! Good, Blood Devil An Qisheng!"

He had fallen from the sky and then been beaten hundreds of feet into the air like a dog. How could such a painful lesson not be engraved in his heart?

At the same time, a hint of fear rose in his heart.

This old Taoist seemed to be much stronger than when he killed the Red Sun Dharma King.

During the battle in the Liang Prefecture mountains where he killed the Red Sun Dharma King, he and Liu Yanchang retreated, partly because they were injured, and partly because they were afraid of being ambushed by other martial artists after fighting him.

But at this time, he truly had the intention to retreat.

An Qisheng's eyes were deep and he looked at the two of them indifferently.

Once the Divine Meridian was formed, the protective qi was almost invulnerable to water and fire, and it also had the ability to fly and escape, making it extremely difficult to kill.

The reason he was able to kill Yang Lin under the siege of the three was because they thought this was a certain kill situation. After he saw through it, he took the initiative to enter, and at the last moment, he used the Eight Trigrams Furnace to swallow the full force of the three's attacks, and then reflected it back in an instant.

And by unleashing all his killing moves, he killed Yang Lin and repelled the two.

Although the encirclement had now collapsed, it was even more difficult to kill Cao Tiangang and Ji Chonghua, who were now on guard.

Conversely, it was the same.

It was too easy to retreat.

Just like in the original trajectory, the Red Sun Dharma King proudly laughed at Great Feng, slaughtered several cities. Even after the old monk Yixiu remotely shook and killed the Cold Flood Dragon, the Red Sun Dharma King only escaped with serious injuries.

Divine Meridian experts were too difficult to kill.

An Qisheng had this feeling, and how could Cao Tiangang and Ji Chonghua not know that this time, their efforts had failed and it was impossible to kill him.

Cao Tiangang took a deep breath and sneered:

"There are still two thousand miles to Fengdu. This old man will see if you can get to the top of Fengdu City!"

He already had the intention to retreat.

Ji Chonghua was silent and seemed to have acquiesced to Cao Tiangang's words.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at a junior general in the distance.

As the horns resounded through the sky, the Red Flood Dragon Army silently retreated.

"Fengdu, I will naturally go."

At this time, An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, his calm but somewhat cold eyes fell on Cao Tiangang and the two of them, and he spoke slowly.

Ji Chonghua's eyes twitched violently.

Then he heard a roar like a meteor falling to the ground.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and dirt and rocks splashed.

An Qisheng stepped forward, his peerless physique shattering the air currents in front of him, and charged forward with an extremely domineering posture.

His voice was indifferent and full of chilling intent:

"It's just that you may not all be able to return!!"

Divine Meridian experts were naturally difficult to kill.

However, it was not impossible to kill them!

Although An Qisheng believed himself to be a refined and easygoing person, it was impossible for him to just give up and watch these two retreat calmly, preparing to come and attack him again!

It was better to kill them all at once!

Whether he could kill them or not, he had to try!

Buzz~

Ripples spread through the void.

An Qisheng stepped through the air, his clothes fluttering, and the crimson-gold spear danced like a dragon, pulling out a long-lasting white wave in the sky.

As the sound waves howled, he had already charged towards Cao Tiangang!

Cao Tiangang was furious, let out a long roar, and his true qi burst out of his body. His powerful palm struck towards An Qisheng like a滔滔大浪 (tāo tāo dà làng, torrential wave).

But his body turned in mid-air and fled through the air:

"Old雜毛 (zá máo, old coot)! You have guts!"

Not far away, a red light flashed, and Ji Chonghua was even faster than him.

The two fled almost at the same time, without even looking at Yang Lin's headless corpse.

Boom!

The spear shook and pierced through the powerful palm.

An Qisheng stepped through the air as if treading on waves, and chased directly towards Cao Tiangang, who had released a palm and escaped through the air, letting out a long laugh:

"Naturally, I'm much better than you gutless old thing!"

"Old雜毛 (zá máo, old coot)!"

In the sky, came Cao Tiangang's furious roar.

In just a moment, the three had completely disappeared into this boundless snowfield.

Only the taciturn Red Flood Dragon Army remained, slowly retreating after cleaning up the battlefield.

Leaving behind a scarlet hell-like ruin, telling the world about the tragedy of this battle.

Further away, a group of martial artists were shocked and speechless. This battle allowed them to see what the pinnacle of the martial world was.

There was fear and horror in their hearts, and even more infinite yearning.

If I could advance to such a realm…

"Such a person, such a battle…"

Fan Zimin yearned in his heart, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, took out paper and pen from his arms, and leaned over a large rock, beginning to write furiously:

In the winter of the 197th year of Great Feng, the sky was extremely cold, and exhaled breath turned to ice.

Grand Preceptor Ji Chonghua of Great Feng, Supervisor Cao Tiangang of the Eastern Depot, and Commander Yang Lin of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, three Divine Meridian experts, led more than ten thousand Red Flood Dragon troops to face Wang Quan Taoist An Qisheng on the frozen plains of Central Province.

The battle began, the wind and clouds changed, and the earth shook like a dragon turning over. The battle was extremely tragic.

In the end, Wang Quan Taoist An Qisheng's spear swept through the Red Flood Dragon Army, and he killed Yang Lin, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, among the ten thousand troops. His remaining prestige forced back the two great Divine Meridian experts, Ji Chonghua and Cao Tiangang, shaking the world…

Recorder: Storyteller Fan]

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The Great Dragon River spans many states and stretches for tens of thousands of miles.

Heavy snow fell, and under the harsh cold, the Great Dragon River ushered in its annual freezing period.

Boom!

As the air currents exploded, Ji Chonghua landed on the ice surface and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

The Divine Meridian true qi can interact with the world, except in environments such as the Red Flood Dragon Army formation, the true qi is endless.

Flying through the air can even cross thousands of miles in a day.

However, although true qi is infinite, mental strength is limited.

After a fierce battle, and then traveling more than a thousand miles through the air, he felt a little tired at this time, and could only land to rest for a while.

But even when landing, his speed was very fast, whistling for hundreds of feet. The gang qi and air currents rubbed violently, making bursts of thunderous explosions.

Occasionally, people passed by, but they could only hear bursts of thunderous explosions.

And they couldn't see anyone.

This speed was no longer a burden for a Divine Meridian expert, just like a normal person walking.

"How could An Qisheng be so strong and unbelievable?"

While running, Ji Chonghua's heart was still a little suspicious.

As far as he knew, An Qisheng had not yet advanced to the Divine Meridian. Even if he had cultivated some kind of horizontal training, how could he be so strong?

Even the legendary Celestial Soldiers of the past dynasties were probably only so-so.

Could it be that the old Taoist had also been recognized by a Celestial Divine Weapon?

This idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

That's why he had the intention to retreat. Otherwise, even if Yang Lin died, he and Cao Tiangang would not have been without the power to fight.

It was just that he thought of the power of the Celestial Divine Weapon he had seen before…

Suddenly, his heart was shocked.

He looked up and saw a figure standing on the Great Dragon River, the wind and snow blowing, his clothes fluttering,飘飘然 (piāo piāo rán, ethereal) like a banished immortal.