Chapter 659: A Sword from the South, Ji Tang Beheaded (Part 3)

Chapter 659: Chapter 272: A Sword from the South, Ji Tang Beheaded (Part 3)

“Absorbing the destiny and fate of millions, Ji Tang, do you not fear heavenly retribution for such actions?”

Chi Yangzi was truly anxious.

He realized he had failed the expectations of his old comrade.

This really couldn’t be stopped.

The Great Li Loyal Prince before him had already decided to completely abandon the world, seeking only ascension for himself.

As for the countless common people, in his eyes, they were merely nourishment for his cultivation growth.

Of course, at this moment of distraction, he could only draw upon the vitality within the range of Yujing. But once his cultivation increased and his Dharma Body reached perfection, he could kill the two of them and absorb the remaining vitality of the entire Great Li, forging the Dragon King Body.

With this capital, he could then leap beyond the heavens, a bright future ahead, destroying a nation to establish a foundation for himself.

This old brute was truly ruthless.

Sadly, he himself could no longer stop him.

Chi Yangzi’s Sword Light faltered, feeling helpless throughout his body.

He also sensed that, after merely nine breaths, Zen Master Baoshu’s aura had fallen to its nadir, the shadow of the great tree vanished, leaving only a dozen or so colorful vines, still futilely entangling.

The million people of Yujing all cried out in misery.

Not only because of physical weakness and ailments but also because they could see the ground beginning to crack, buildings shaking, and the rumbling boom coming from the depths below.

Countless rats, ants, wild cats, and stray dogs scurried from the corners, birds chirping in chaos…

The sky turned pitch-black, in the dim light, revealing an apocalyptic scene.

Ji Changshou sat paralyzed at the gate of Qingher Hall, laughing foolishly: “It’s all over, completely over. Nevertheless, having this empire and me buried together is fine.”

In the grand hall, hundreds of civil and military officials, some screamed hoarsely, cursing in rage, others cried in despair, losing control of their bowels;

Most stared blankly at the hole in the roof, watching the true dragon Dharma Body in mid-air, gradually turning pure gold.

“Divine dragon in the sky…”

…

At this moment, everyone suddenly quieted down.

They suddenly realized that their previously weak limbs and every muscle and skin on their bodies, even their hair, began to tremble.

A dull thunderous sound echoed through heaven and earth.

A thousand times stronger than the thunder one hears before a summer night storm.

This thunder resonated in their ears.

More like it echoed in the depths of their hearts.

Even if they tried to pretend not to hear it, they couldn’t.

In the next moment, everyone realized.

Not only was their body shaking, but all buildings, birds, beasts, ants, and mice in Yujing City also began to tremble.

The giant figure of the golden divine dragon in the sky began to sway, its dragon head facing south, its eyes shining like the sun and moon suddenly showing terror in a human way.

As if the dragon roared, or as if someone was screaming.

“Sword Evil Thunder Sound, no…”

Following Ji Tang’s terrified roar from the newly transformed Dragon King Dharma Body.

The sky, originally dark as night, suddenly brightened.

Amidst the deafening thunder, a ray of light pierced the sky for a hundred miles.

That rainbow was more dazzling and blinding than a post-rainbow, so bright it was hard for eyes to stay open.

Within the golden and white light, where the rainbow cut through the sky, hundreds of tiny thunderbolts exploded madly, forming a long green dragon shadow in mid-air.

As the thunder paused.

The rainbow illuminating the sky was but a moment.

Sky darkened and then cleared again.

And then, visible above the Imperial Palace, a pale golden dragon body, about thirty zhang long, abruptly severed.

A gash opened at the neck, countless true essence and magical power dispersed.

Along with the decapitation of this Dragon King Dharma Body was Ji Tang.

This Great Li Loyal Prince, at this time, was full of despair and fear, unwilling, resentful, unyielding…

All kinds of emotions solidified in his eyes, completely frozen.

A soul rose like smoke, within the piercing lights of thunder in the sky, transforming into light smoke, incinerated into nothingness.

At this moment, then the rainbow stretching from south to north across the entire city of Yujing, slowly faded away.

Everyone saw in the sky appear a sword, a huge jade long sword, surrounded by azure dragon patterns, breathing in and out like it was alive.

Before the crowd could react.

The seemingly not very thick yet very prominent long sword trembled slightly, and in the flickering Sword Light, a figure appeared.

The figure was half-real, half-illusory, floating high in the sky as if a deity descended to earth.

The face seemed familiar, with handsome brows, starry eyes, wearing a jade crown, clothed in white robes, with a warm smile…

“King Ping, it is King Ping.”

From all directions, someone shouted hoarsely, their voice filled with immense joy.

Soon, the voice spread to all directions.

At this moment, they even partly forget they were weak and on the brink of death.

Mainly because seeing that sword cut down the world-devouring Ji Tang was truly satisfying.

“King Ping finally broke through, the Ji Family is finished.”

“We are saved.”

The common folk are both the dullest and the wisest.

They can instinctively sense many things, even if they don’t understand them, it doesn’t matter when it concerns their survival, they are never lacking in wisdom.

Just as some shouted, Chen Ping’s soul manifested, transforming into a ten-zhang ethereal soul shadow, and with a slap, the White Jade Platform trembled violently, the accumulated golden water waves transforming into golden stars falling all over Yujing.

As the golden star points, like having eyes, turned into mist threads and returned to the bodies of Yujing’s people.

Everyone felt, their waist no longer sore, legs no longer aching.

Even those with various ailments felt much better under this vital star mist infusion, only feeling sharper senses and a lighter body, in a moment, joy spread all around.

Even if they completely didn’t understand what happened.

It didn’t interfere in the simple minds of these people, realizing that all this happened after Chen Ping’s arrival.

The feeling of impending death was vivid.

The joy of salvation was all the more real.

The all-starred sky shining over Yujing imprinted into their hearts, most wouldn’t forget it for a lifetime.

“King Ping’s swordsmanship is excellent.”

Chi Yangzi, full of shame, bowed in salute.

Zen Master Baoshu, with weakened aura, withdrew the vine and radiant cross and chanted a Buddhist blessing, stepping forward to greet.

“Chen Ping greets Daoist Brother Chi Yang and Zen Master Baoshu, you both have worked hard. If not for your valiant stand, the people of Yujing would have met disaster. The people of Central Plains would have wept. Such a virtuous act is a model for all under heaven.”

Chen Ping complimented with a smile.

No matter the original intentions, these Buddhist and Taoist Venerables ultimately chose to stand by him.

And fought a life-and-death battle.

This favor cannot be forgotten.

The fall of the Great Li Dynasty was imminent, a new dynasty was rising. He hadn’t forgotten that on the Beizhou side, there were still a million Hu Cavalry eyeing fiercely, and the Black Lotus Sect’s recruited demonic beings.

Taking Yujing City only signifies the overthrow of Nanli, doubling the territory. To say the whole world is pacified and the lands swept across is still premature.

At this time, winning more allies, recruiting talents, and fully combating the Beizhou influence is the right way.

Though the two Venerable Divine Martial figures were not as strong as himself.

They were still rare top experts.

Not recruiting them now would be akin to cutting off one’s limbs.

Of course, there was another more important reason.

He learned from Ji Mingyue that the Wuxiang Zen Temple and the Pure Yang Sword Sect had a good reputation.

Though they were very well-known, these two sects mostly maintained the demeanor of cultivators, seldom interfering in worldly affairs, and did not oppress common folk.

That was good enough.

Cultivation, indeed, who wouldn’t want a better life, richer resources, and higher status.

As long as it wasn’t the kind of evil path that drinks the people’s blood and eats the people’s flesh, it could be accepted.

Even, depending on the merit situation, giving some preferential treatment was not impossible.

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