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Chapter 486 We Stand on the Edge of the Cliff
It was afternoon, and the once bustling and lively Changming City was now eerily deserted. Every household had its doors tightly shut, and the houses were completely silent, save for the faint sounds of battle and cries drifting southward on the wind from the north of the city.

Changming South City, Left Jinwu Guard Camp.

Feng Xi paced anxiously inside the tent, surrounded by only a few adjutants, all of whom remained silent.

"Report!"

Feng Xi stopped and quickly said, "Come in!"

"General, our men can't get out." The messenger rushed into the barracks, wiping the blood from his face. "The demonic cultists seem to have divine eyes. Wherever we try to break out, they follow. They're everywhere."

"Dozens of brothers have already died at the south gate, General!" The messenger knelt down, his voice choked with sobs.

Feng Xi cursed loudly, his eyes bloodshot. He slammed his fist into a pillar, sending dust flying throughout the barracks.

"This can't go on any longer, General," the adjutant beside him said anxiously. "The main camp in the north of the city has lost contact with us. We are already outnumbered. If we continue to try to break through and send messages, we will only be throwing our soldiers' lives away in vain."

"General, don't forget Gao Jing. While we fight to the death here, he followed His Majesty to Luoyang. If..."

The deputy general cupped his hands in greeting, sighed, and did not continue speaking, but everyone present knew that there was a considerable rift between the two Jinwu Guard generals.

If this continues, the greater the losses suffered by the Left Golden Guard, the more likely the Right Golden Guard will seize the opportunity to take advantage of their misfortune.

"Where are Gao Jing's troops? Are they all at the main camp in the north of the city?" Feng Xi asked in a deep voice.

"Still can't get in touch. They've probably already escaped," another lieutenant sneered.

Gao Jing's Right Jinwu Guard had a total strength of 18,000 men. They suffered heavy losses in the last defense of Changming, and most of the current troops were newly recruited, making their combat effectiveness very limited. With their commander absent, morale was even lower. Apart from the 2,000 men stationed adjacent to the Left Jinwu Guard, the rest had lost contact with Feng Xi half a day earlier.

Feng Xi's voice drowned out the generals' discussion: "The southern operation is halted. Send Li Yu and his five hundred men to the west of the city to continue searching for a breach and break out."

"General, you mustn't!" The lieutenants' expressions changed, and they hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

The deputy general, who was in charge, advised again: "The Demonic Sect dares not launch a full-scale attack on the city, which means they know they are outmatched. With the assistance of His Highness the Prince of Hedong, the Demonic Sect may withdraw its troops in a few days. As long as we hold the three wards south of the city, they will be helpless. If we rashly break out, the casualties will be heavy, and we will not be able to explain it to His Majesty! I hope that you, General, will think of yourself and the Left Golden Guard!"

"The Demonic Sect's actions are too strange; they must have some ulterior motive. If we defend the city to the death, preventing information from getting out, it will only put the Great Zhou in an even more unfavorable situation!"

Feng Xi cursed, "At a point like this, you're still thinking about promotions and making money! You might all end up dead!"

He grabbed his halberd and pushed aside his two lieutenants: "I'll go to the west of the city myself!"

"General, you mustn't!"

"boom!"

In the midst of the argument, a loud and muffled explosion came from the north. The roof beams shifted, the table corners creaked, and the group of people, caught off guard, stumbled from the shock.

"That's the north, Fang Xun!"

Feng Xi was extremely anxious and helpless, secretly regretting that his cultivation level was insufficient.

"Everyone, follow me." Feng Xi looked around and gave the final order, "Except for a small force left to evacuate the civilians, the entire Left Jinwu Guard will break out from the west city. Anyone who disobeys will be dealt with according to military law!"

The lieutenants had no choice but to clasp their hands in a fist and say, "Yes, sir!"

……

Long Yuan drew an elliptical arc in the air, the sword blade flying past Yi Mingwu's neck, spinning along his shoulder blade, and flying back into Fang Xun's hand.

Then look at Mingwu of the Fire Worship Cult. He was clutching his neck, his eyes bulging, and slowly kneeling down, already lifeless.

Including this person, there were already four corpses lying at Fang Xun's feet: two sixth-level Mirror Heaven cultivators and two seventh-level Bright Martial cultivators.

His condition was no better; his brocade robe was torn in many places, his back was scorched black by the starlight, and his skin and flesh were rolled up and blurred. There was a hideous sword wound on his right leg, with the white bone faintly visible.

Ma Jin tumbled dozens of meters in a sorry state, his clothes torn to shreds from the high-speed friction. He looked at Fang Xun in the distance, fear showing on his face, already harboring thoughts of retreating from battle.

Yu Yong distanced himself, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his expression no longer calm: "Damn it, how can his combat strength be so formidable?"

Fang Xun used the powerful offensive capabilities of the Profound Realm Qi Control and the super-strong recovery of the Vitality Realm Mingwu to their fullest extent, taking down two of the four people by trading injuries for injuries.

Fang Xun's spiritual power and blood energy were not yet exhausted, and he seemed to be getting stronger as the battle progressed. On the other hand, apart from himself, everyone else on their side was injured and their fighting strength was greatly reduced.

Yu Yong never expected that attacking one person with five or six times the combat power would end up like this.

Zheng Changfu transmitted his voice, "Master Yuyong, we can't defeat him, what should we do?"

"Wait until I report to His Majesty."

Yu Yong looked at Fang Xun in the distance with apprehension, his hands forming a hand seal, and a flash of star power appeared and disappeared.

"Can't you even handle such a simple task?"

Starlight fell to form a gate, and a man in black robes stepped out from the void, hovering on the ground.

"Your Holiness, please forgive me."

Yu Yong knelt down in fear and trepidation.

"See the leader!"

Including Ma Jin and Zheng Changfu, the surrounding followers of the Fire God Cult knelt down.

The man in black robes remained noncommittal: "Hmm."

Fang Xun, watching the scene unfold from afar, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

In the previous century, there had been no news of the leader of the Fire God Cult. This leader was elusive and existed almost exclusively in verbal descriptions of captured high-ranking members. His cultivation level, identity, and appearance were all unknown.

He dared not be careless, and stirred his blood and qi, causing the Dragon Abyss to resound.

"The leader of the Fire God Cult? I think he's just a sly rat who doesn't dare to be open about anything!"

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, and just as he was about to answer, Fang Xun's figure vanished like a ghost.

Yu Yong's expression changed drastically: "Holy Venerable One, be careful!"

The Dragon Abyss Sword emerged from the smoke and mist, its tip aimed directly at the black-robed man's neck and face. The speed of this sword strike was so fast that, apart from Jing Tian, ​​who could briefly foresee the future, even the perceptive leaders of the Demonic Sect, Mingwu, did not have time to react.

The Qi Control Sword Technique is known for its speed, and only killing moves can reach this level of speed. At this moment, Fang Xun has undoubtedly unleashed a truly deadly move.

If this sword could severely injure the leader of the Demonic Cult, he could either seize him as a hostage or retreat unscathed. This was a risky move, but the potential rewards were enormous.

In the flow of time that Mingwu had slowed down countless times, Fang Xun saw the black-robed man gently raise his hand, revealing a slender, snow-white wrist at the cuff of his sleeve.

She casually brushed a stray strand of hair from her ear.

"Qiang!"

Just three inches from her face, the Dragon Abyss Sword abruptly stopped, its mournful cry echoing as if it had struck an invisible barrier, unable to advance even an inch further.

The powerful recoil traveled back up his arm, and Fang Xun felt a sweet taste in his throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The white starlight expanded, and his body floated away like a withered leaf, while Long Yuan rolled to the side.

The gust of wind stirred by the sword energy ruffled the brim of his black robe, revealing a delicate, petite face and a pair of slightly upturned eyes that shone like stars.

The leader of the Fire God Cult... is actually a delicate young girl?!

Fang Xun lay on the ground, countless thoughts rising and falling in his mind. His thoughts rolled around like shooting stars that burned briefly.

The dim, yellow sky, illuminated by the ever-burning light, was reflected in his eyes. In his blurry peripheral vision, he could see a few lone geese or bloodshot veins seeping into his eyes.

Fang Xun's consciousness gradually faded.

I'm probably going to die here today. I wonder if Wulu has passed on the message.

Did my elder brother see the same scene before he died?
This was his last thought.

Yun Shu stared at the unconscious Fang Xun, her gaze slightly fixed.

"Thank you for saving me, Your Majesty." Yu Yong limped over, feeling ashamed. "Your subordinate is incompetent."

"Go to the four corners of the palace and break through the Dragon Pool of Ling Mountain."

"Yes!"

"in addition……"

"Holy Venerable One?" Yu Yong asked doubtfully.

Yun Shu turned around and looked at the Changming Street scene, which had been reduced to ruins due to the fierce battle. She could hear the arrogant laughter of the Fire Worship Cult members who were setting fires and looting.

But she didn't want to care. The evening breeze was exactly the same as it had been five hundred years ago, a hazy yellow that was soaked in the warm sunlight of the day. It gave people a gentle hope and a clamorous fantasy, as if in another time and space, everyone could find a corner in this city to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

"Does it make sense?" she murmured to herself.

The girl's gaze shifted from a dreamy look to a clear and indifferent one.

"Nothing to worry about, just be quick... Tell Chai Xin to stop doing pointless things and focus on the mission."

"Yes!"

Yu Yong's figure turned into specks of light and disappeared. Despite having left Tianshan for many years, the decisive and efficient nature ingrained in the bones of the Jingtian disciples remained unchanged.

“Master, this man is the Prince of Hedong of the Imperial Court. He has killed many of our sect’s best members and we have a deep personal grudge.” Zheng Changfu stepped forward and said obsequiously, “Do you think I could kill him once and for all?”

Yun Shu did not turn around or respond, as if she were indifferent to such matters.

Zheng Changfu's smile froze, unsure of her meaning. Faced with this dilemma, the old fox who had once roamed the officialdom of the Great Zhou Dynasty secretly hardened his heart.

He condensed the power of the Five Elements of Metal into a short blade and walked step by step toward Fang Xun, who had fallen unconscious.

A twisted sense of exhilaration, as if his great vengeance was about to be fulfilled, surged within Zheng Changfu. He raised his hand, and a sharp metal dagger shot up, ready to stab.

"Qiang!"

A magnificent, golden longsword lay before him, instantly turning the dagger that had been thrust down into dust.

Wen Zhexue touched his chest with her fingertips, and a tremendous force burst forth, pushing Zheng Changfu back, causing him to vomit blood.

She rushed as fast as she could, and thankfully arrived in Changming just before that moment; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Wen Zhexue...you..."

She didn't look at Zheng Changfu, who was fleeing in a disheveled state, but instead turned her gaze to another person who remained silent.

“You know he is Fang Weihan’s closest relative,” Wen Zhexue said.

Yun Shu gently curled her fingers that were hanging at her waist.

Why didn't you stop them?

“Because it’s meaningless.” Yun Shu chuckled softly, her smile carrying a strange bitterness. “You wouldn’t understand.”

"Yes, I really don't understand."

Wen Zhexue drew a complex array on the ground with her sword, encompassing the unconscious Fang Xun. Nourished by the starlight, his bleeding wounds instantly stopped, and his expression visibly eased.

“But I know that he will be heartbroken if you do this,” Wen Zhexue said. “This is not the Liu Feng Fu Yun Shu I know. She values ​​relationships and loves people. She would never stand idly by and watch innocent people suffer.”

"A person's life is only one life, but my life has gone through countless reincarnations. After that, important things are no longer important, while trivial matters that were originally insignificant have become shackles."

"You know what? The scene where you came to question me seems somewhat familiar. It's just that you weren't the protagonist last time."

Yun Shu closed her eyes and sighed sadly.

“State your purpose, Lin Yuan Yu Chen,” she asked coldly. “If you are here to stop me on the orders of Tian Yi, then please leave. You are no match for me.”

"Holy One".

Wen Zhexue's light and clear eyes flickered slightly, like a pebble thrown into a lake, stirring up complex and unpredictable ripples.

“It’s not just you; Zhe Xue also felt a sense of déjà vu about this. Similarly, you weren’t the protagonist last time. And back then… I hadn’t yet become Wen Zhe Xue.”

Yun Shu stared blankly at her, her unfocused pupils gradually focusing, as if she had just realized what she was saying.

"You...what do you mean?"

"You wouldn't understand."

After uttering those words, Wen Zhexue's figure vanished like starlight.

Yun Shu gritted her teeth in anger: "You..."

……

……

The girl leaped off the dragon's back and stepped onto the charred stone bricks.

She looked up and saw that the city gate was broken, the streets were desolate, and the roadsides were littered with corpses. Some were from the Imperial Guards, and others were from the Fire God Cult.

It felt as if a flame was burning inside her chest, searing her heart with a dense, throbbing pain.

A quarter of an hour earlier, she had rescued Feng Xi and the last few dozen loyal Imperial Guards in the south of the city. The battle-hardened general, clutching her clothes, told her everything that had happened in Changming with tears in his eyes.

"Your Majesty... I am useless. I beg you to save the people of Changming."

They tried to break through the enemy lines at all costs to send a message, but almost suffered total annihilation.

“The Fire God Cult…” she gritted her teeth, a crimson-gold flame flashing in her eyes.

The intelligent dragon coiled around her shoulder, its long whiskers gently brushing against her cheek as it whimpered.

Remembering her teacher's admonition about caution, Fang Tang tried her best to regain her composure and repeated her teacher's words in her mind several times.

Fang Tang walked to the corpses of several demonic cult members who had just died and squatted down, lightly touching the aftershocks of the moon-white power with her fingertips.

"This is... Star Power." Fang Tang frowned, feeling that the remnants of Star Power in front of him were somewhat familiar.

It resembles the Yin energy of Wen Zhexue.

Is Sister Wen here too? Then why isn't she protecting Changming City?

In her rage, Fang Tang instinctively began to have doubts.

She took out the Bright Moon Reed Flower, only to find that this once-effective magic artifact could no longer send out any messages.

The space here is shrouded in a strange power, which is of a very high status. It is this power that broke through the Heavenly Enlightenment.

"Tai Chi Golden Summit".

Fang Tang's heart sank as she instinctively thought of the task her ancestor had recently entrusted to her.

Choosing to attack at the moment when Changming's defenses are weakest, their target can only be the Taiji Golden Summit.

If the Taiji Golden Summit is taken away, the demonic energy of the world will surely erupt, and the situation will be irreversible. She must stop them.

Fang Tang concealed his breathing and flew westward close to the ground.

"There's a pretty young woman here too?"

Several Zoroastrian thugs rushed out from around the corner, their bodies covered in a black, gel-like liquid, looking like twisted monsters.

They burst open with bloody gashes and charged toward Fang Tang with shrieks, only to be burned to ashes by a fleeting golden flame.

The number of Fire God Cult members in the city seemed to be very small; Fang Tang had only killed a dozen or so people along the way.

As she was pondering, she caught a glimpse of an acquaintance out of the corner of her eye.

"...Fang Xun?"

Fang Tang flew over anxiously and stopped outside the starlight array. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was still alive.

Looking at the obvious signs of destruction caused by the Qi Control and Mingwu forces around him, and the several high-level Mingwu Mirror Heaven corpses lying there, Fang Tang instantly understood.

This King of Hedong of the Great Zhou Dynasty never abandoned his people. He did everything he could.

If her teacher's second uncle died here, she really wouldn't know how to explain it to him.

A golden cyclone storm swept in from the imperial city, and in a daze, she heard the mournful cry of a divine dragon.

The Lingshan Dragon Pool Formation has been broken.

Knowing that time was running out, Fang Tang's figure flashed, transforming into a golden streak of light as she rushed towards the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Xuan Yao's blood bar glowed with a ferocious light, as it craved the blood of demons.

(End of this chapter)