LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 351: Execution
The rain gradually accumulated, flooding the battlefield and causing everyone to stand in the water. The members of the Allied Army all widened their eyes in surprise, staring at the bald Taoist on the altar who was still casting spells, who would have thought such a figure could possess such mana.
"Haha, the outside is in such a state, we can only imagine what the city looks like inside, it probably won't take long for it to be submerged by water," Han Shanyuan said, revealing a delighted smile as he spoke loudly.
The surrounding feudal lords also showed joyful smiles, in their eyes the civilians within the city meant nothing, as long as they could achieve victory, even if all the civilians were to die, what did it matter to them.
Only Wang Tao showed a worried expression, for he knew that standing behind Great Chu was an Immortal with divine mana. Did the Taoist dare to act so recklessly without fear of the Immortal intervening?
Wang Tao quietly shared his concerns with an ancestor hidden in the shadows, yet what he heard was the voice of Taoist Zi Yang: "He is simply seeking his own death. I sense Dragon Qi around his body, indicating that he might be someone with the True Dragon Bloodline. Such actions do not require the Tea Saint to personally intervene, I'm afraid the senior brother from Mountain Luoxia can dispose of him."
"The senior brother from Mountain Luoxia?" Wang Tao muttered to himself, having never heard of the title before.
"You must have heard of his name, it is the founding general, Liu Qingyun," Taoist Zi Yang said softly.
"Liu Qingyun..." Wang Tao was greatly shocked. The legends surrounding this man were endless in Great Chu, as a military genius who illuminated both ancient and modern times, many people idolized him. He never expected such a figure to still be alive today, indeed the ways of Immortals were beyond imagination, eternal life truly existed.
At this moment, the very same Liu Qingyun mentioned by Taoist Zi Yang had already opened his eyes, observing the city shrouded by dark clouds. His brows furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "What a terrible Serpent, I spared your life once considering your difficult cultivation, and now you dare to meddle in the Human Path, you're truly courting death."
It turned out the Taoist was in fact a Serpent transformed, and this Serpent was the son of the one whose head was severed by Lu Zhang with the Sword of state. Back then, Lu Yu had spared him since he was young, choosing not to pursue a bloodbath, but little did they expect he would harbor evil intentions and wait for many years to seek revenge.
Liu Qingyun abruptly stood up, releasing his aura so powerfully that it descended like a mountain's pressure, and with a light flick of the wrist, his beloved weapon, the Silver Spear, appeared in his hand.
Ever since breaking through to a new realm and starting to polish his foundation, Liu Qingyun had not wielded his old favorite weapon for a long time. Now, as soon as the Long Spear appeared, it let out an excited cry as if jubilant.
Liu Qingyun weighed the weapon in his hand, revealing a happy smile as he said to himself, "Old friend, it's been a while since you've tasted blood, let's indulge you today."
No sooner had his voice faded, the Long Spear burst into silver brilliance, an aura of sharpness pouring forth. In combination with the Innate Metal Qi, the Long Spear had long since transcended the mundane to become a true Divine Weapon.
Divine Weapons had spirits, conveying their joyful emotions, and a sense of blood connection emerged within Liu Qingyun's heart. This was the weapon tied to his life, and his most trusted companion.
Liu Qingyun raised the Long Spear high and threw it with force, its brilliance intensified, cutting across the sky like a shooting star as it rapidly headed towards the battlefield, with its tremendous force giving rise to a fierce wind that spread in all directions.
The Taoist on the altar showed an excited expression, as the torrential downpour had already gathered enough water. As a Serpent, it was natural for him to control water, and with just a thought, the accumulated water on the ground came to life, gradually forming into nine immense Serpents.
Lifelike, their heads firmly fixed on the city, they roared towards the sky. That city, which seemed it would never fall, now appeared as fragile as a solitary boat overnight before these Serpents, as if about to shatter any moment.
Just then, a violent wind came howling, tearing open a rift in the thick clouds. Sunlight beamed through the crack, reflecting off the water's surface and creating dazzling patterns.
"Where has this wind come from!" the Taoist said in astonishment. The wind had come unexpectedly, even though he had been using his Divine Skills to control the violent winds. Why was there yet another wind blowing in from afar?
Then a fear from the depth of his soul made him uneasy; his True Spirit was warning him of the peril looming overhead.
At that moment, the Taoist finally felt fear. He looked around cautiously, hoping to find the source of the danger, but all he saw was the astonished Allied Army, who showed no sign of noticing anything unusual.
"Above!" Suddenly, the Taoist looked up as he sensed the imminent danger. When he raised his head, he saw a silver light coming from the north, streaking across the sky.
The dark clouds summoned by the spell dissolved instantly in the light's presence, revealing the blue sky once again to all, bathed in radiant sunlight.
A beautiful rainbow spanned the sky, its seven colors so captivating, yet the Taoist had no mind to appreciate the scenery, as the shadow of death was already upon him.
As the light drew near, the Taoist finally saw what it was—a silver Long Spear carrying the sharpest aura in the world, traveling thousands of miles to strike at him.
The immense force of the Long Spear caused friction with the air, generating terrifying heat, and a huge oppressive force instantaneously descended upon the Allied Army's encampment, leaving countless people feeling as though they were under a crushing weight, helplessly prostrating themselves on the ground.