Chapter 258: Chapter 255: Old Ancestor Tianqilin_1
"Qin Dynasty?"
The Kylin Great Emperor was full of questions. Is it the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty in the East Border? That doesn’t quite add up. Any force with a Great Emperor Martial Artist as its pillar must be at least at the level of a saintly land. Could it be that this Zhao Yun is a hidden powerhouse of the Qin Dynasty?
Due to Zhao Yun’s appearance, the fierce battle in Qilin Square temporarily ceased. Everyone looked at Zhao Yun with varied expressions. The Martial Artists from the Kylin Saintly Land wore somber expressions; offending a Great Emperor Martial Artist was not a good thing. In contrast, the martial artists from the other forces felt a surge of excitement. If a Great Emperor Martial Artist could restrain the Kylin Great Emperor, their chances of survival would increase significantly.
"Hmph, even if you have the protection of a Great Emperor Martial Artist, don’t even think about escaping Qilin Square!" the Kylin Great Emperor’s face turned icy cold. He cupped his hands towards the Void and said, "Old Ancestor, please make your move!"
A vast expanse of the Void cracked open, and an old man with white hair and beard emerged, holding a Kylin scepter. He walked leisurely, yet each step traversed the Void.
"The Fire Kirin Emperor!"
Among the observing martial artists, many well-informed individuals recognized the old man’s identity and gasped.
From the remote past to the present, history was divided into eight epochs, each spanning tens of millions of years. The Fire Kirin Emperor was a powerhouse from the seventh epoch, his cultivation unfathomably profound. The seventh epoch could be considered the golden age of the East Border, boasting numerous world-dominant geniuses contending for the emperor’s throne. Yet, in the end, only the Fire Kirin Emperor achieved the rank of Great Emperor Martial Artist; all other geniuses became mere stepping stones for him. Near the end of the seventh epoch, the Fire Kirin Emperor broke through to the Great Emperor Realm. After the accumulation of power throughout the eighth epoch, no one knew what heights his cultivation had reached.
Peak of the Great Emperor Realm? Zhao Yun observed the Fire Kirin Emperor, his gaze piercing through to the latter’s cultivation level. A strong fighting spirit gleamed in his otherwise calm eyes.
A spiritual incarnation? The Fire Kirin Emperor, standing beside the Kylin Great Emperor, also scrutinized Zhao Yun, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He apparently hadn’t expected that a mere spiritual incarnation would dare cause trouble in the Kylin Saintly Land.
"What?" The Kylin Great Emperor was shocked. He too was a Great Emperor Martial Artist, yet he hadn’t discerned that Zhao Yun was a spiritual incarnation. What did this imply? It meant his own cultivation level was inferior to this spiritual incarnation!
"You old fellow do have some insight!" Zhao Yun chuckled. His aura erupted, and the spear in his hand blazed with a brilliant light. Its terrifying edge swept through heaven and earth, stirring the winds and clouds, cleansing the Void. He thrust his spear, and a terrifying aura permeated the air, suppressing a vast expanse of the Changkong!
"Kylin’s Fury!" The Fire Kirin Emperor’s expression was grave as he waved his Kylin scepter, bringing it down with immense force. A torrent of fiery red energy whistled, coalescing into a Kylin. Its eyes shot out a terrifying killing intent as it traversed heaven and earth to collide with Zhao Yun’s spear.
BOOM!
The attacks of the two Great Emperor-level powerhouses collided. In an instant, countless waves of blood-colored Evil Qi surged, generating a massive shockwave that spread in all directions. Many martial artists with lower cultivation levels were swept into the Changkong, vanishing without a trace.
"Annihilate!" Zhao Yun roared, charging into the turbulent shockwave. A silver dragon coiled around him, obliterating the countless streams of blood-colored Evil Qi into Voidness.
The next moment, he burst out from the other side of the shockwave, his spear descending like a thunderstorm, crashing down with the weight of a falling mountain. The light from his spear attack flooded the sky, and a bloody light surged!
"Well met!" A terrifying killing intent flashed in the Fire Kirin Emperor’s eyes. I must capture this audacious madman to uphold the prestige of the Saintly Land! He swung his Kylin scepter, and a series of red light beams shot forth, shaking the azure sky! "Fire Kirin Heaven Strike!"
BOOM!
A flaming Kylin sprang forth, radiating a mighty aura as it collided violently with the silver spear, shattering the Void into dust. The entire microcosm trembled. The earth was gouged with deep trenches, and countless mountains collapsed, crushing innumerable beings to death, their screams echoing endlessly.
"Break!" Zhao Yun roared, divine light erupting from his eyes, the veins on his hands bulging as he thrust his spear once more. Spear energy rained down from the sky, transforming into the illusion of a colossal silver dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its roar shaking the heavens, exuding an infinite pressure that seemed to suppress the entire universe.
What is this? The Fire Kirin Emperor felt as if he were shouldering a God Mountain; his movements became sluggish. But he had no time to think. The silver dragon illusion circling in the sky swooped down, endless Evil Qi surging around it. To his horror, the Evil Qi coalesced into a spear of pure energy.
Not good!
The Fire Kirin Emperor instinctively thrust the Kylin scepter before him, conjuring a protective shield. It had barely formed and had yet to stabilize when the spear energy pierced through it.BANG!
The spear energy flashed, and blood splattered.
The Fire Kirin Emperor’s figure was flung back for thousands of yards, crashing into Qilin Square and gouging out a vast crater thousands of yards wide.
High above in the Void, Zhao Yun didn’t cease his assault. His gaze fell upon the army formation of the Saintly Land forces. Gathering his Spiritual Energy, he thrust his spear once more. A series of thunderous booms ripped through the air. The overwhelming spear energy tore through the Changkong, effortlessly piercing the army formation. Millions of Kylin Saintly Land soldiers coughed up blood and collapsed, their casualties innumerable.
"Your Majesty, please proceed!" Zhao Yun turned and saluted Qin Wudao respectfully.
"Let’s go!" Qin Wudao said to Xiang Yu and the others, preparing to depart.
"Trying to leave? Not so easy!" The Kylin Great Emperor’s face contorted with hatred. He produced an ancient jade talisman and crushed it forcefully. An ancient energy erupted, sealing the secret realm and prohibiting anyone from entering or exiting.
"It’s a Reverse Immortal Array," Zhao Yun’s expression turned grim as he sensed the Formation. "It can only be broken from the outside; otherwise, no conventional means can breach the Void to escape! This Immortal Array was established by powerhouses of the Immortal Realm. Even for me, breaking it will be extremely difficult."
Qin Wudao’s brow furrowed slightly. Formations have two aspects. A standard formation, designed to repel external invaders, is most easily dismantled from within. Conversely, a reverse formation, used for sealing and imprisoning enemies, must be broken from the outside. However, recalling his prior arrangements, Qin Wudao let out a sigh of relief and crushed a communication stone.
Outside the Kylin Saintly Land, in a valley, Li Ru, who had been meditating, opened his eyes. "His Majesty is in danger!" he commanded in a deep voice.
Huo Qubing, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, Huang Zhong, Sima Yi, and Zhang Jiao all opened their eyes simultaneously. Powerful auras erupted from them, shaking the Changkong as they sped towards the Kylin Saintly Land.
Moments later, the eight arrived at the entrance to the Kylin Saintly Land. They easily dispatched the hundred guards and prepared to proceed into the microcosm.
"Halt!" Just then, an elder stepped forward, rebuking them. Sword in his right hand, he radiated the aura of a Semi-Emperor. His eyes, filled with Evil Qi, flared as he launched a terrifying attack. Daring to trespass in the Kylin Saintly Land? You will die!
Insignificant pest! Huo Qubing’s eyes were haughty, glinting with contempt as he thrust his spear. An endless wave of killing intent swept forth, coalescing into a raging river that engulfed the elder guarding the Saintly Land’s entrance, instantly reducing him to a pool of blood.
"Let’s move!" Huo Qubing said dismissively, as if he had merely swatted an insect, not eliminated a Semi-Emperor powerhouse.
Soon, the eight passed through the spatial passage and arrived before a profound Formation. They exchanged glances, confirmed it was indeed a Reverse Formation, and simultaneously launched their attack!