Chapter 1705: Chapter 815: Martial God’s Opportunity! (Part 2)

"Boom!"

"Prince!"

"Prince!"

A few people cried out in shock, quickly rushing forward to support Wei Jinfeng, but his breathing was weak, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes were somewhat blurred, and he murmured:

"Liangzhou... undying..."

Blood spilled from his mouth, Wei Jinfeng’s internal organs were completely shattered, his heart had ceased beating, and his raised right hand fell powerlessly to the ground.

Among the top five on the Heavenly List, King of Beiliang, Wei Jinfeng, perished here...

"Father!!!"

The princely heir, Wei Wuque, wept on the spot, his eyes filled with a profound hatred.

A mournful atmosphere quickly spread within Sword Sect Pass, casting an invisible shadow over everyone.

"Hmph, does a mere Yang God think to resist me?"

Wu Feng Barbarian God laughed arrogantly, taking a step forward, endless powers of the rules directly surged into the defensive array of Sword Sect Pass, forcibly holding it, and coldly snorted:

"After breaking the city, the blade shall not be sheathed!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The bloodthirsty Northern Barbarians army kept roaring, their momentum rising ceaselessly.

The void twisted, an Immortal Sword fell from the sky like a pillar of light, piercing through the heaven and earth, the long-haired old Heavenly Master, his eyes red, charged at the Wu Feng Barbarian God.

"If you wish to enter the Central Plains, you’ll have to step over my body first!"

"Hmph, old madman, you haven’t defeated me yet."

Within the twisted void formed a whirlpool a thousand zhang wide, from which an intangible hand emerged, as if it were a presence from another Boundary Domain.

Directly striking at the old Heavenly Master.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant echoed between heaven and earth, a Golden Body coming through the air, directly blocking the giant palm, the two colliding together.

Moluo... also returned.

At the moment when Wei Jinfeng was defeated, they had already been aware, there was no time for other emotions, supporting was the most important thing.

Otherwise, if the formation of Sword Sect Pass was breached, and the Northern Barbarians army turned to face them, leaving would be a hopeless wish.

Two Immortals dealing with three Barbarian Gods, a thoroughly unequal confrontation, but there was no other choice, they could only hold on until they truly couldn’t.

If they left, the hundreds of thousands of Beiliang Army soldiers inside Sword Sect Pass, and the tens of millions of people in Liangzhou, would all become blood food, buried under the iron hoofs of foreign tribes.

This great battle, when counted from the start, had already lasted a full day, the setting sun looked like blood, the fallen soldiers within Sword Sect Pass were over tens of thousands.

The princely heir Wei Wuque, wielding a long halberd, had his war robe stained blood-red, already exhausted to the extreme, and of course, the Northern Barbarians side wasn’t without losses either.

But comparatively, the Beiliang Army’s casualties were greater.

Not only was their top-tier force lacking, even their middle and high-tier forces were far from enough, the Wudang Seven Sons had already perished over half, and the Jianghu Martial Artists of Liangzhou also suffered over half casualties and injuries.

But perhaps everyone had forgotten the fear of death, or their minds were clouded by the aura of slaughter, in any case, none retreated.

"Moluo, why do you struggle so, keep fighting, and you’ll both die here." Zhu Ming Barbarian God of the Ancient Wind Royal Court laughed heartily.

Attempting to force the two to retreat.

"I heard your bald head has been close to Chen Yuan recently, he robbed our tribe’s treasure earlier, consider this repayment, let’s see if Chen Yuan dares to avenge you."

The voice of Wu Feng Barbarian God also sounded.

Moluo remained silent, with a heavy gaze, doing his utmost to resist the attacks of the Barbarian Gods, but fighting two against three, ultimately they were falling into a disadvantage, both he and the old Heavenly Master were already heavily injured.

"Moluo Daoist friend, what should we do?"

The mad old Heavenly Master, amidst the heavy pressure, also felt a trace of the urge to retreat, not because he feared death, but feeling that dying here would be somewhat unworthy.

Yet, if they gave up, wouldn’t those who fell in this great battle have died in vain?

"Wait a little longer...."

Moluo transmitted his reply.

"Wait for what?"

"Reinforcements!"

"Has Chen Yuan arrived?"

The old Heavenly Master’s eyes lit up, seeming to see hope, if Chen Yuan had arrived, with his strength, he could at least stall one of the Barbarian Gods.

In that case, there would be a turning point.

"Not Chen Yuan, it’s another Daoist friend."

"That Earth Immortal?"

The old Heavenly Master quickly thought of the presence behind Chen Yuan.

If it were him, today.... victory could be secured.

"Yes."

"Alright, then I’ll go all out."

The old Heavenly Master laughed heartily, holding the True Martial Immortal Sword, as if his vigor was renewed, streams of rule Sword Qi turned into light, shooting straight for the nine-cloud sky court, shattering the attacks of the Barbarian Gods.

.....

Time passed, and in a blink, a night had gone by, this night, none stopped, nor was there any so-called great battle pause.

Several Barbarian Gods raised their Divine Light, illuminating several dozen miles like daylight, the Northern Barbarians soldiers attacked in batches, now nearing Sword Sect Pass.

They even launched several charges, several times scaling the walls.

But each time they were driven back by the steadfast Beiliang Army soldiers, already most of them had fallen, the bodies of Beiliang Army soldiers could be seen lying everywhere.

Most appeared like dried-up husks.

Everyone had reached their limit of endurance, like candle flames under a cold wind, ready to be blown out at any time.

"Moluo Daoist friend, how long until they arrive?"

The old Heavenly Master’s Daoist robe was tattered, one hand barely able to lift, bearing the wound inflicted by the rules of the Ge Mu Barbarian God of the Ancient Gold Royal Court.

He... couldn’t hold on much longer.

Moluo’s mouth spilled blood, his Golden Body was on the verge of collapse, his breath was gradually weakening, during the night, he had used both Buddhist and Demon Dharma Images multiple times, his Primordial Spirit was extremely strained.

"Wait a little longer...."

"Until when?"

"I don’t know...."

....

Finally, as the first light of dawn broke the second day, Sword Sect Pass.... collapsed, a massive gap was breached, simultaneously, the formation also showed a gap.

With the breach of the fortress, it was like breaking everyone’s mental defenses in an instant, the thought of resisting unconsciously began to falter, Wei Wuque leaned on his halberd, now broken in two, kneeling on one knee, a deep bone-visible wound on his left shoulder, left by a Northern Barbarian Dan Realm Master. He raised his head and gazed at the battlefield littered with corpses, momentarily at a loss for words.

Sword Sect Pass was broken, they... were defeated.

The Wei Family, guardians of the Central Plains for hundreds of years, was heading to its end, thinking of his father, and the one who once turned the tide, King Yan, Chen Yuan, he thought.

If he was here, maybe the outcome would be different....

"Hahaha, kill!"

"Kill!!"

Countless Northern Barbarians soldiers swarmed in, rushing into Sword Sect Pass, beginning a massive slaughter.

"You, too, stay here!" Ge Mu Barbarian God snorted coldly, charging towards the two.

"Moluo Daoist friend, the reinforcements?"

The old Heavenly Master coughed up old blood twice, looking towards Moluo.

And Moluo just smiled softly, saying:

"They have arrived."

"Arrived?"

The old Heavenly Master was bewildered, not sensing any presence.

But following that, a terrifying aura swept from south to north, enveloping the world, like a fierce beast awakening, endless pressure causing everyone’s expressions to shift.

Wei Jinfeng raised his head, the remaining Jianghu Martial Artists raised their heads, all the Beiliang Army soldiers raised their heads.

Thunderous roars rolled, echoing through the human world.

"The Central Divine Continent, how could it allow barbarians to invade! You all.... stay!"

An enormous divine palm, enveloped in invisible rules, suppressed the human world, countless Northern Barbarians soldiers’ bodies exploded, turning into a mist of blood, such power causing the three Barbarian Gods to collectively turn pale.

"Earth Immortal!"

"Earth Immortal!"

"Retreat!!!"

...

In a few short moments, all vitality in Yagyu Toshi’s body swiftly dissipated, dispersing into the heavens and earth, simultaneously, a wisp of green Qi Fortune transformed into a wandering dragon, surging into Chen Yuan’s Spirit Platform.

And Chen Yuan’s gaze focused.

The final opportunity of the Martial Divine Realm, had finally arrived....

Deep in consciousness, the dormant Qi Fortune Altar revived again, slowly rotating.

Shortly,

A new opportunity’s guidance surged to Chen Yuan’s heart.

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