Chapter 1547 - 1537: Fierce Battle

Chapter 1547: Chapter 1537: Fierce Battle

The barrier is shattered!

Countless senior cosmic martial artists watching were dumbfounded.

It should be known that this barrier, separating the intermediate cosmos from the senior cosmos, was personally arranged by the master of the Dao book, and even if a martial artist at the Causal Realm were to attack with full force, it couldn’t be shaken in the slightest.

But now, it has been broken!

Truly going all out!

"Blocked again!"

The Dark God Master frowned.

At the same time.

He felt a secret relief.

Fortunately, he allied with the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall and the six Imperial Blood clans to eradicate the Qin Dynasty in one stroke.

If the Dark Temple acted alone, it might have met with disaster.

"Great Master, it’s your turn!"

The Dark God Master turned his head and spoke to the Great Master.

"Deploy the Ten Thousand God Formation!"

The Great Master nodded, took a step forward, and commanded loudly.

Boom!

The order was given.

The void of the senior cosmic group boiled again, and over thirty Causal Realm experts from the Dark Temple broke through the void, arranging the Ten Thousand God Formation, transforming themselves into gods, gathering innumerable deities.

An infinite divine domain covered beneath the stars.

Like an insurmountable Changkong, pressing down on the intermediate cosmic group.

Countless stars trembled, as if they might fall at any moment.

Under the Ten Thousand God Formation, any intermediate cosmos, any senior cosmos, all became extremely insignificant, and the brilliant stars were like marbles, ready to explode.

"State Preceptor, engage in battle!"

On the Great Wall, Qin Wudao’s face grew colder, issuing a cold command.

His hands were behind his back, gazing at the battlefield, shining red, filled not only with a killing intent but also with endless evil qi.

"As you command!"

Gui Guzi stepped forward, saluted respectfully.

After the salute.

His figure disappeared.

Along with him disappeared Mohist, Liu Che, Zhang Sanfeng and other ministers who acquired the Origin Power, Divine Dominion, Sovereign Position, Heart of Literature, following behind Gui Guzi.

As for Zhao Yun, Lv Bu, Bai Qi, and other generals who acquired divine status, they did not engage in the battle.

"The Exquisite Chessboard!"

"This move, cuts off the future of the Dark Temple!"

Gui Guzi stood atop the shattered barrier, his eyes sparkling, hair wildly dancing, three thousand Rule Power streaked through the void, forming a heavenly chessboard.

The chessboard had no pieces.

Mohist, Liu Che and others were the chess pieces.

"Universal Love Against Aggression!"

Mohist first landed on the chessboard, black robe billowing, three thousand rules of ink power pierced through the universe.

"Those who offend the might of the Qin Dynasty, even if far must be executed!"

Liu Che’s body swayed, standing on the Exquisite Chessboard, his power as King overwhelming, 2,999 lines of king’s rule power stood, commanding ten thousand territories.

"Zhou Shield feeds, the world returns the heart!"

A voice echoed grandly.

Cao Cao appeared, power of kinghood mighty, the will of the hero spread.

Behind him, 2,998 lines of king’s rule power emerged, shining with eternal light.

"I was but a commoner, plowing in Nanyang!"

Zhuge Liang emerged, holding a feather fan, stepping out from unknown space-time, graceful and refined, eyes revealing a special vision.

2,950 lines of Power of Laws stretched across, illuminating the boundless universe.

Zhang Sanfeng, Xuanzang, Xiao He, Di Renjie, Chen Sheng, and others appeared one after another.

The rule powers they displayed were not less than 2,900 lines.

This scene.

Rendered the countless cosmic warriors who watched the battle speechless.

They showed a ghost-seeing expression.

How is this possible?

Throughout the endless cosmic eras, martial artists who could comprehend more than 2,900 lines of rule power are fewer than the fingers on two hands.

But in the Qin Dynasty?

What a spectacle.

It feels like it’s free.

Easily fielding dozens of such figures.

Does this allow anyone to live?

"Truly a kingdom of destiny!"

"Luckily, they have not yet risen, otherwise, once matured, they might truly unify the endless cosmos!"

The Great Master looked at the stretch of rule powers, his two white eyebrows tightly wrinkled, feelings incredibly heavy.

With a thought, a starry sky exploded in front of him, revealing a gem-studded and purple-glowing scepter, empowered by the force of gods, striking towards the Exquisite Chessboard.

Divine Strike!

The contained power, enough to easily pierce a Peak Causal Realm martial artist.

Gui Guzi dared not be careless, pointed with a finger.

Instantaneously.

The forces within the Exquisite Chessboard all merged into Mohist’s body, causing his strength to soar rapidly, directly breaking through from the Three Knowledge Realm to the Peak Causal Realm.

"Puppet World!"

Sensing the vast power, Mohist swung a fist.

Without a world-destroying imprint.

Only a golden shining world flew out, countless puppets emerging, simultaneously clenched the right hand, forcefully striking out.

Numerous layers of qi, traversing endlessly.

Bam!

The attacks collided.

The aftermath scattered widely.

Turning many star skies between the intermediate and senior cosmic groups into illusion.

Yet neither the Great Master nor Gui Guzi paid any heed.

The Great Master waved the scepter, continuing the assault.

Gui Guzi controlled his allies, now chess pieces, executing strikes that shook the heavens.

...

"Damn it!"

"Still able to block!"

Elsewhere, the Dark God Master saw the battlefield once again at a stalemate, his expression growing more intense, coldly ordering: "All legions, advance!"

Not long after the order was given.

From the turbulent battlefield, thirteen legions charged in, consisting of six clan troops from the Imperial Blood clans, private armies led by the main and secondary elders of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall, and five Desolation Legions of the Dark Temple.

After charging into the battlefield, these thirteen legions arranged battle formations, like divine weapons judging the world, striking towards the Qin Dynasty.

"All legions, advance!"

Qin Wudao’s expression remained unchanged, calmly and steadily ordered.

"First Legion, advance!"

Bai Qi coldly ordered.

An astounding evil qi exploded, directly penetrating from the intermediate cosmic group to the senior cosmic group, dyeing both cosmic groups red.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A million soldiers from the First Legion flew out from behind the Great Wall, clad in blood armor, wielding blood weapons, surrounded by solidified killing intent and evil qi.

Bai Qi took a step, appearing before the First Legion, leading the army, charging towards an enemy contingent.

"Second Legion, advance!"

"Third Legion, advance!"

"Fifth Legion, advance!"

"Seventeenth Legion, advance!"

Subsequently, sixteen resounding orders reverberated across the battlefield, blasting in the ears of the world.

Rumble!

Sixteen well-equipped, imposing armies charged into the battlefield like arrows.

Forming a counter-encirclement on the legions of the Dark Temple side.

At this moment.

At the intersection of the intermediate and senior cosmic groups.

The Qin Dynasty and the Dark Temple fought fiercely, opening up a battlefield spanning billions of light-years, destructive waves surging, almost splitting the endless cosmos in half.

The martial artists watching also shifted from initial shock to fear, anxiety.

They feared that if the battle continued, it would harm the Origin Power of the endless cosmos, and if so, would launch unimaginable disasters.