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As Guan Yu watched Zhang Fei, Ma Chao, Huang Zhong, and Zhao Yun being severely wounded and sent flying one after another, and as the deadly black spear shadow drew ever closer, there was no fear on his face, which was as red as a jujube. Instead, there was an almost frozen calm, and deep in his eyes, a fierce, resolute fire burning, willing to incinerate everything.

"My brothers have all done their best. Now... it's my turn."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

The next moment, the deep, dark red light around Guan Yu suddenly became intense!

Wisps of bright red blood energy, visible to the naked eye and containing the essence of life, slowly drifted out from the pores and acupoints of his body as if summoned. Instead of dissipating, they converged on his clenched right hand like rivers flowing into the sea!

At the same time, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade stuck in the ground not far away seemed to sense its master's call and the tragic bloodlust. The blade trembled violently and emitted a series of mournful hums. Then, with a "hum," it flew up on its own and landed in Guan Yu's right hand, which was covered in blood and calluses.

"Old friend...it's the final battle."

Guan Yu looked down at his old companion, the blade that had accompanied him for half his life and whose blade was now cracked. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, which then turned into unwavering resolve.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and meticulously guided and infused the drifting life force belonging to him into the blade of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade!
"Om-!"

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade trembled violently. The originally dim green light on the blade suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense green light the moment it came into contact with the pure life essence.
Within that azure light, there was also a layer of tragic and intense blood light, the blue and red intertwined, exuding a terrifying aura as if it were about to sever destiny and split the cycle of reincarnation!
The illusory figure of the Martial Saint behind Guan Yu also underwent a dramatic change! The illusory figure no longer merely emitted a blood-red light, but its entire body seemed to have transformed into a translucent blood-red crystal, with a clear face and wide-open, angry eyes.

Holding a giant, illusory blade of the same blue and red hue, the figure moved in perfect sync with Guan Yu's real body, exuding an overwhelming aura and fierce will that could suppress heaven and earth and stand against thousands of men!
However, that wasn't enough! Guan Yu clearly felt that even after burning some of his blood and qi and drawing upon the full power of the Martial Saint's phantom, it was still... not enough to face Tong Fei's overwhelming and terrifying attack!
His gaze fell on the tiny crack on the blade.

Then, he did something that shocked everyone who saw it!
He bit his tongue hard, and a stream of pure blood essence, containing the true spirit of martial arts and the last source of life, was forcibly forced out!

"puff--!"

A mouthful of blood, so deep it was almost crimson and even faintly shimmering with gold, sprayed onto the blade of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, especially at the crack, like a tragically beautiful blood-red lotus.
With that spit of blood, Guan Yu's energy and spirit seemed to be drained away in an instant! His originally straight spine hunched slightly, his face lost all color, turning into a grayish-golden hue, his aura rapidly weakened, and his eyes dimmed considerably.

This is a true injury to the very source, a loss of lifespan!

But at this moment, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade let out the most resounding, clearest, and most tragic dragon roar since it was forged!
"hold head high--!!!!!"

A burst of blue and red light erupted from the blade, shooting skyward! The tiny crack, imbued with the blood and sweat of the blade, was temporarily healed by a strange power. The entire blade seemed to come alive, transforming into a weeping blue dragon that wanted to take flight and perish with its enemy!

With his last ounce of strength, Guan Yu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, pouring all the remaining power, will, and even the cry of his soul into this single strike! The blood-red phantom of the Martial Saint behind him also raised his giant sword in unison!

"Martial Saint... Fatal Strike!"

There was no roar, only a deep, resonant declaration that seemed to echo deep within everyone's soul.

The next moment, Guan Yu swung his sword!

A dazzling and tragic blade of light, beyond description, tore through space and illuminated the dim world! The blade of light was no longer simply blue or red, but transformed into a lifelike blue dragon shadow, with scales clearly visible, blood-red eyes, carrying the power of heaven and earth and the indomitable fighting spirit of a martial saint!
Guan Yu's supreme strike, which burned his life force and fused the true meaning of the Martial Saint with his heart's blood, transformed into a weeping azure dragon. Its immense power had already faintly touched upon some mysterious boundary, as if it had stirred a resonance with the righteous energy of heaven and earth.

The brilliance and decisiveness of this strike were enough to make any of the most powerful generals of the time change color. If it were facing a top-tier warrior like Dian Wei, who was renowned for his bravery and strength, he might very well be cut off from his horse and have his soul destroyed.

However, he was facing Tong Fei.

A Penglai "Immortal Envoy" who has long since abandoned the shackles of mortal martial arts and has one foot almost stepped into some kind of inhuman realm.

Its power originates from unpredictable evil arts and ancient traditions, and its level is already different.

Facing the blood-soaked azure dragon that charged forward with the might of heaven and earth, a hint of barely perceptible surprise did flash across Tong Fei's eyes.

"Unexpectedly... in this mortal battlefield, someone has actually been able to touch the edge of the 'Dao', even though it is done through the extreme method of burning one's life force, it is still rare."

He muttered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of scrutiny and surprise, but more than anything, it was a condescending indifference.

"Unfortunately, it was just a 'sliver' of light, the light of a firefly, how could it compete with the brilliance of the moon?"

The moment the words fell, the Blood-Weeping Azure Dragon and the all-destroying black spear shadow collided violently ten feet in front of Gu Rubing, like two meteors from different worlds!

"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!"

This deafening roar surpassed the sum of all previous collisions! It was as if the heavens themselves were being torn apart, and the earth itself was groaning in agony! From the center of the collision, an indescribable, blinding light erupted.

Half of it was a dragon-shaped blade aura, interwoven with cyan and crimson, exuding righteousness; the other half was a pitch-black spear shadow, devouring everything and possessing an incomparably malevolent aura! Terrifying energy turbulence, like a runaway dragon, swept and spread wildly in all directions!
"Ugh——!"

"Go back!"

Even dozens of feet away from the center of the collision, the remaining guards and generals of Gu Rubing's army were blown about by the violent shockwave. Many of them coughed up blood and were thrown away. Some were even hit by the flying fragments of qi or the collapsing earth and rocks, resulting in death or injury!

The already chaotic central army formation was instantly cleared out, leaving only the core with the brightest light and the most violent energy, as well as Gu Rubing, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and Zhang Fei, who was seriously injured and unable to get up.

The crimson dragon shadow roared, its claws tearing and its tail sweeping, entangled tightly with the dark spear shadow. Each collision stirred up a sky full of light and energy ripples, actually temporarily resisting the advance of the destructive spear shadow!
Guan Yu knelt on the ground, his hands still gripping the hilt of his sword, his whole body trembling violently, and thin lines of blood began to seep from his seven orifices, but his phoenix eyes were fixed on the center of the collision, burning with his last indomitable will.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... Guan Yu's will and the power gained from burning his life were being brutally worn down by Tong Fei's evil energy spear shadow through the weeping blood azure dragon.

Ten breaths later, the Azure Dragon's roar began to weaken, and the azure and crimson light on its body dimmed at a visible speed. Fine cracks began to appear on its massive dragon body.

Twenty breaths passed, and the Azure Dragon's form had become mostly illusory, its roar turning into a mournful cry. The dark spear shadow, though also weakened considerably, its light dimming and its size shrinking, still retained its destructive core will and malevolent energy, gradually gaining the upper hand!

"Crack... Bang!!!"

Finally, around the twenty-fifth breath, accompanied by a crisp sound like shattering glass, the incomparably powerful phantom of the Crying Blood Azure Dragon could no longer hold on and exploded into countless blue and red light spots, which quickly vanished into the air!
"puff--!"

Guan Yu's body trembled violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs! The blood even seemed to carry a faint golden light, which was a sign that his martial arts essence was completely damaged!

He felt as if his spine had been ripped out, and he could no longer support himself. He fell backward with a thud, crashing heavily onto the cold ground. His chest heaved violently, but he could only make a hoarse, bellows-like sound. His eyes quickly became unfocused, and he was on the verge of exhaustion.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade fell to the ground not far away with a clang. The cracks on the blade seemed to have widened slightly, and it had lost all its luster, looking like ordinary iron.

At this point, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Huang Zhong, and Guan Yu, the five peerless warriors under Gu Rubing who were renowned throughout the world, had all been seriously injured and collapsed to the ground, completely losing their ability to fight, all in order to protect their lord!

The pitch-black spear, which had shrunk by about 30% but still exuded a deadly threat, paused only for a moment after defeating the Azure Dragon before slowly turning around again with a cold and ruthless killing intent, locking onto Gu Rubing, who was unconscious and covered in blood on his chest not far away!
Tong Fei stood at a distance, watching this scene, his face showing little joy, as if it were all perfectly natural.

What concerned him more was that Gu Rubing still had a faint trace of life remaining.

"Life is as tough as a cockroach's, that's for sure."

He snorted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, ready to completely eliminate this major threat.

Zuo Ci, standing to the side, frowned almost imperceptibly, as if sensing something, and was about to urge him again.

At this critical moment, when everyone thought Gu Rubing was doomed—

"Tong Fei! Zuo Ci! Stop your arrogance!"

A clear voice, yet tinged with barely concealed weariness and weakness, suddenly rang out from the direction of Gu Rubing's army camp! The voice wasn't deafening, but it possessed a strange penetrating power, resounding clearly across the deathly silent battlefield!

It was Zhuge Liang!

At the main camp gate, a crack had quietly opened. Zhuge Liang, his face as pale as paper, his eyes sunken, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, stood on a specially made command vehicle, resembling a small tower, guarded by a team of elite soldiers.

Instead of gently waving his feather fan, he tightly gripped a uniquely shaped command flag that shimmered with a faint Bagua light.

At his command, countless massive, modified and reinforced crossbows suddenly appeared on both sides of the command vehicle and on the rear of the camp wall! The crossbows were not equipped with ordinary crossbow bolts, but with special arrows as thick as a child's arm, their arrowheads bound with sealed ceramic jars!
"put!"

Zhuge Liang suddenly swung his feather fan downwards!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom——!!!"

A chilling series of mechanical vibrations erupted! Thousands of specially made crossbow bolts, like locusts swarming across the land, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, rained down on Tong Fei and Zuo Ci's location, blotting out the sky! The density of the arrows was so great that it almost completely blocked out any possible space for them to dodge!

"Ok?"

Tong Fei and Zuo Ci looked up at the same time, staring at the "rain of arrows" raining down from the sky. With their sharp eyesight, they could naturally see that these crossbow bolts were flying at high speed.

But the force was negligible for beings of their level. The earthenware jars tied to the arrowheads emitted a faint, pungent odor that was familiar to them—gunpowder.

"Little tricks."

Zuo Ci's tone was indifferent, even tinged with disdain. In his long life, he had witnessed too many strange and ingenious tricks. No matter how powerful the gunpowder of mortals was, it could not shake the true "Dao".

Tong Fei initially thought the same thing, but when he saw the countless arrows flying from the sky, their arrowheads bound with earthenware jars, his pupils suddenly contracted! A fear and disgust originating from the depths of his memory, almost etched into his soul, surged up uncontrollably!
Qingzhou! That cataclysmic explosion! That terrifying fire and shock that tore through space and annihilated everything! The evil array that Penglai had cultivated for many years was destroyed by this seemingly insignificant "mortal object" combined with Gu Rubing's desperate counterattack!

That power was unreasonable, violent, and direct; it could even ignore the protection of fel energy to a certain extent! What chilled him even more was that the explosions often contained special materials that could counteract fel energy!
He had an almost instinctive fear and dread of gunpowder!
"Watch out! There's something strange about these arrows!"

Tong Fei shouted sharply, his previous composure completely gone.

Before he finished speaking, the first batch of crossbow bolts had already reached dozens of steps in front of them!

Just then, the Eight Trigrams Flag in Zhuge Liang's hand flashed with light!
"burst!"

The shafts of those specially made crossbow bolts seemed to be engraved with extremely fine runes, which simultaneously lit up faintly the moment the command flag's light was activated! Then—

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!"

The deafening explosions, like firecrackers on New Year's Eve or thunderclaps, instantly spread out from Tong Fei and Zuo Ci, creating a massive conflagration! Hundreds upon hundreds of ceramic jars exploded simultaneously! The scorching flames and violent shockwaves intertwined to form a sea of ​​destruction!

Flames soared into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the scorching heatwave blew away and tore apart corpses, rubble, and weapon fragments on the ground! Furthermore, waves of masculine, unsettling energy, aimed at evil, permeated the air amidst the explosion!
The explosion of a single crossbow bolt might only pose a threat to Tong Fei. Ten or a hundred might be manageable for him with his agility and protective evil energy. But this was a saturation, overwhelming volley of thousands of specially made explosive crossbow bolts! (End of Chapter)