Chapter 333: Chapter 64: Dragon Suppression Stele! Dragon Tiger Demon-Subduing Ruler_3
Break through!
Now, only breaking through can possibly save lives; whoever can run should run.
"Yin the Seventeenth, Yin Ershao." Mr. Yin’s voice was cold and icy, "Let’s break through separately and meet at the rendezvous point."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them moved, sprinting off in different directions.
Meanwhile.
Huangfu Jinyuan also said softly to the family member beside him: "Follow me and charge. At the crucial moment, don’t worry about me, run if you can. Remember, the collaboration with Yin Sha Sect is a personal act and has nothing to do with the family."
With the last word "family", a surge of fiery energy exploded from Huangfu Jinyuan’s seemingly aged body.
In an instant, he was engulfed in flames.
Under the blazing firelight, with every step he took, the entire Golden Beach seemed to tremble. At this moment, he was like a Venerable Flame walking the earth, exuding a terrifying might.
He had already exposed himself, and now it was time to pave a bloody path for the younger generation!
The decisive resolve and reaction speed of the five were extremely fast.
However, today’s series of incidents was a deadly trap meticulously laid out by Wang Shouzhe for a long time; how could he let them succeed easily?
Take Yin Ershao for instance, on the surface he seemed merely at the early-stage Spirit Platform Realm, but once he started moving, it was apparent that he was definitely extraordinary.
His speed was incredibly fast, not weaker than a mid-stage Spirit Platform Realm cultivator, and his violent dashes left fleeting afterimages; moreover, his hands were adorned with a pair of sharp Ghost Claws.
He dared not leap into the air; Spirit Platform Realm cultivators cannot fly far, and changing directions is difficult, making them easy targets for formal army archers.
Currently, a squad of soldiers blocked his path. Eight sword and shield bearers formed a semicircular shield wall, with large shields planted into the ground, ready to defend, while long spearmen behind them stood prepared.
The archers pulled their strings, ready to shoot at any time, showing no fear of him despite his Spirit Platform Realm status.
Yin Ershao charged to the encirclement with great speed, Ghost Claws thrust forward, with a loud "clang", propelling a sword and shield bearer, shield and all, flying away.
But he was also in discomfort; his rapid charge instantly halted, and four or five long spearmen seized the opportunity to thrust their spears at him like a forest.
Yin Ershao swung his claws continuously, blocking while retreating.
Before he could steady himself, the remaining sword and shield bearers pushed their battle shields towards him, blocking his path for breaking through left or right.
Meanwhile.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The endless sound of bowstrings echoed, under the Continuous Arrow Technique, dozens of arrows rained down enveloping Yin Ershao.
His pair of Ghost Claws danced tightly, as if enveloping his entire body.
"Clink, clink, clink!"
In a series of metallic clashes, all the arrows were deflected, leaving him unscathed.
Truly a Spirit Platform Realm cultivator.
Yet, even so, after being continuously suppressed by the deflection, Yin Ershao’s attempt to break through failed, forcing him to retreat back into the encirclement.
Such is the horror of the army’s battle formation, that even a squad of twenty soldiers can push Yin Ershao back!
Of course, this doesn’t mean the squad of soldiers was stronger than Yin Ershao.
Were this squad alone to face Yin Ershao in the wild, the outcome would inevitably be their annihilation.
Though the cost to Yin Ershao would be uncertain.
However, currently, it is on the front lines.
Moreover, the main force of the army had already formed a surround advantage, naturally eliminating all of Yin Ershao’s agile and elusive advantages.
Should he fail to break through, and the soldiers continuously whittle him down, he would eventually die.
Yin Ershao’s battle was merely a corner of the overall battlefield.
As he attempted to break through the formation, changes unfurled elsewhere too.
Huangfu Jinyuan, truly a late-stage Spirit Platform powerhouse, nearly transformed into a Venerable Flame, charged with fists and feet of fire, scattering a whole squad of patrol camp soldiers with chaos.
Alongside him, a family member suddenly blew a whistle, its clear and bright sound piercing the sky.
Suddenly.
A crisp bird call sounded, in the dim and gloomy sky, a giant shadow several meters wide swooped down.
Its speed was incredibly fast, seemingly reaching the ground in just a few breaths.
Only then did everyone see clearly.
It turned out to be a giant bird with wings spanning several meters, not quite an eagle or a vulture, fully blood-red, with a beautiful flame-like tail akin to burning red blood flames.
"Red Blood Pigeon."
This was a fierce bird highly adept at flying, and given its massive and spiritual nature, it should be a Tier Three Spirit Beast reared over a long time.
"Huangfu Jinyuan, do you still plan to escape?"
The Beichen Ancestor of Changning Xu Family was his own, not afraid to be shot down by the patrol camp archers, he immediately flew into the air. With a brush on his storage ring, a black tower-like stele appeared in his palm.
The stele was black as ink, adorned with numerous mysterious and inscrutable silver runes.
As soon as the black stele appeared, it exuded an unyielding might.
The Beichen Ancestor pinched a finger technique, those mysterious runes emitted a dazzling light,
"Buzz!"
With the black stele trembling, a sound like a morning bell and evening drum resonated, followed by, a gigantic silver energy phantom radiating force, pressed towards the two.
"Dragon Suppression Stele!"
Huangfu Jinyuan’s face changed, quickly shouting: "Kang Ping, retreat and leave me."
This "Dragon Suppression Stele" was definitely not the clan treasure enshrined in the Xu Family’s ancestral hall.
It was merely a replica. But even as a replica, it was a spiritual artifact crafted with great effort by Xu Family’s ancestors, reaching the quality of a middle-grade spiritual artifact.
Its power was still extraordinary.
Once suppressed by its energy phantom, one would feel like bearing a heavy mountain, unable to move.
Truly deserving of an old eighth-grade Noble Family, its heritage much thicker than typical eighth-grade Noble Families.
However, Huangfu Jinyuan was no pushover either; he was the founding ancestor of Qianma Huangfu Family. Though now aged, with signs of stagnation and decline in cultivation and profound qi, he remained a late-stage Spirit Platform strongman.
And the Qianma Huangfu Family was likewise an eighth-grade Noble Family, with heritage that may not match Xu Family, but still held the prestige of an eighth-grade Noble Family.
With a wave of his hand, a ruler about a foot long appeared in his hand.
The ruler was entirely yellow and smooth as jade, engraved with numerous runes and illustrations of a dragon and tiger on both sides, shimmering with a faint golden glow.
Following the infusion of Huangfu Jinyuan’s profound qi, with a "buzz", the ruler emitted a colossal red-golden ruler phantom, with seeming shadows of dragons and tigers roaring within.
"Dragon Tiger Demon-Subduing Ruler!"
This was a renowned divine power spirit treasure throughout the Daqian Capital, powerful enough to shatter mountains and sever rivers.
Yet undeniably, it was a replica spiritual artifact.
But even as a replica, it wielded unquestionable power, especially in the hands of a late-stage Spirit Platform like Huangfu Jinyuan, fierce and domineering!
Ruler phantom and Dragon Suppression Stele phantom clashed, sending out shockwaves that ground the rocks on Golden Beach to powder, dispersing everywhere. Patrol camp soldiers dared not approach.
But nobody noticed.
Under the hazy night, a giant turtle gently floated along from the upper reaches of Golden Sand River.
A woman with a treasure sword at her waist stood gracefully on the turtle.
Her ice silk skirt swayed gently in the night breeze, as if an ethereal fairy.
Most intriguingly, a water-blue bead circled slowly and nimbly beside her, occasionally nudging her, exhibiting an exceptionally "intimate" manner.
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