My enemies became my companions

Chapter 648 Gongsun Guan (Two Chapters Combined)

An indescribable aura appeared unexpectedly beside the chief envoy.

This aura is as vast as the sea and as deep as a mountain.

It did not deliberately display its power, but it instantly calmed the turbulent blood and qi in the chief's body, and the depleted true essence was nourished as if by a sweet spring, and even the depths of his soul felt a strange peace.

The puppet general raised its blood-red eyes, its massive body pausing slightly, as if it too had sensed an unprecedented threat.

It abandoned its pursuit of the chief envoy, its heavy head slowly turning, abandoning the pursuit of the chief envoy whose aura was unstable, its gaze locked on his shadow.

The shadows seemed to gain substance, silently distorting, and a figure "flowed" out from within them.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, a figure in a black robe stood silently.

His appearance was completely silent.

"Your Majesty!"

The envoy's voice trembled with the shock of surviving a calamity, and he instinctively reached for a bow.

The Emperor did not turn around, but calmly glanced at him through the mask, his meaning clear in his eyes.

The chief envoy instantly understood, suppressed his injuries, turned around without hesitation, and disappeared into the shadows of the alley, rushing out of the city.

They're already trapped; their only option now is to do everything in their power to escape and save themselves.

With a roar, the puppet general took a step forward, causing the ground to crack and sink deep, and its dark, giant fist struck the mysterious black figure.

Before the fist even landed, the violent pressure of the punch had already completely crushed the already crumbling walls on both sides of the alley!

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, the Supreme Saint merely raised his right hand slightly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling spectacle; his palm simply met the attack with effortless ease.

Fist to palm.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment.

The anticipated earth-shattering collision did not occur; instead, a soft "plop" was heard, as if a heavy object had sunk into a mud pit.

The giant fist of the puppet general was steadily blocked by that hand. The powerful fist energy was like a mud ox entering the sea. The stone slab under the emperor's feet silently turned into dust and sank deep, but his figure remained motionless.

Immediately afterwards, the fist energy that should have disappeared into nothingness flowed along the Emperor's arm and flowed back into the giant arm of the puppet general.

The puppet was slightly jolted by the backlash of its own power, and a metallic twisting sound suddenly rang out. Its giant arm deformed inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick black iron covering it groaned under the strain. For the first time, its mountain-like body retreated uncontrollably, and its iron feet plowed out two deep trenches.

"Roar!"

The puppet general roared, and an even more ferocious and violent aura spread from the cracks in its armor. Another giant claw swept out.

The Supreme Being's body was like a ghost, disappearing the instant the giant claw was about to strike, and appearing on the shoulder of the puppet general the next moment.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, a wisp of darkness swirling around the tip, and silently pointed at the crown of the puppet general's head.

Ding.

With a crisp sound, like the clash of gold and jade, the massive head of the puppet general shuddered violently, and its movements froze once more.

The finger force had actually pierced a deep indentation on the top of his head, from which wisps of chaotic primordial energy flowed out.

While the man and the puppet were locked in combat, Yang Chongwei was already stunned. Taking advantage of their distraction, he retreated to the side of several elite imperial guards, panting heavily, his body covered in blood, and his right hand, which had been split open, was still trembling slightly.

"Commander...Commander! What...what's going on?" A guard, still in shock, pointed at the dark figures and puppet generals locked in fierce combat, his voice hoarse. "Aren't those people in black...they the members of the Divine Cult? And this iron lump...isn't it from the Prince's mansion? Why...why are they fighting?! Aren't they all in cahoots?"

Yang Chongwei wiped the blood from his face, his gaze filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Only now, temporarily detached from the battle, did he realize something was amiss.
"...Then...could it be that this metal lump has gone out of control?"

As they murmured, a clear and hearty laugh suddenly came from afar.

"Thank you, Lieutenant General Yang, for holding back the heretical cultists for my royal residence!"

Yang Chongwei looked up sharply and saw a figure in a black python robe standing tall on the roof of a tall building. Who else could it be but Qin Qingluo, the Prince of Annan?

boom!
Yang Chongwei felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and in an instant, he understood everything!
They were played like fools from beginning to end!

"Fuck me..."

Yang Chongwei had only uttered two words when he saw the puppet general glance back. He suddenly roared, "I'll fuck your mother!"

"That damned scoundrel caused me to lose so many soldiers! His Highness the Prince of Annam is wise and mighty, and he is acting on behalf of Heaven!"

The roar echoed through the dilapidated alleyways, both furious and absurd.

High up on the building, the King of Annam ignored him, turned his head, and his eyes, sharp as an eagle's, swept across the crisscrossing streets and alleys, instantly locking onto the direction in which the chief envoy had disappeared in the vast darkness.

The chief envoy pushed his true energy to its limit, his figure frantically weaving through the narrow and complex alleyways, like a fish swimming into the shadows.

He dared not linger for even a moment; his top priority was to escape.

He turned the corner of an alley filled with discarded bamboo baskets, and in the middle of the alley ahead, a figure was rushing towards him.

The envoy felt a sudden sense of relief, a surge of elation at escaping a desperate situation welled up within him, and he instinctively shouted, "Commander Chen! Quick! There's something behind us..."

He hadn't even finished speaking when

Chen Yi then made his move.

A streak of sword light swept over him, its fierce and unparalleled sword energy instantly reaching his eyes.

"You!" The chief envoy was terrified. This sword seized the moment when his mind was relaxed. There was no way to avoid it. He poured all his strength into both hands and slammed them hard against the back of the sword that was thrusting at him.

scoff.

The sword's edge grazed the lower edge of his mask, and the sharp sword energy tore a long gash in the black robe on his chest. He slapped the back of the sword with both hands, producing a dull thud. Although he narrowly deflected the fatal blow, the overwhelming sword energy made his arms tremble violently and his blood surge.

However, the danger doesn't only come from the front.

Just as he was fully focused on dealing with Chen Yi's sudden sword strike, an even more domineering and chilling aura descended upon him from behind!
A cold glint appeared at the tip of the spear, leaving a blinding trail as the spear moved like a dragon, piercing straight towards the back of the heart.

The timing was extremely subtle, precisely when the old forces had just been dissipated and the new forces had not yet emerged.

With no way to avoid it, the chief envoy's eyes erupted with desperate madness. He rushed his true energy to his back, trying to withstand the spear, while his body twisted desperately, trying to avoid his heart.

puff.

The Purple Lightning Spear pierced through the hastily gathered true energy as easily as tearing paper, its tip spraying a plume of scalding blood from the chest.

The chief envoy let out a shrill scream as his body was propelled forward by the spearhead.

Chen Yi's sword, like a shadow, landed precisely in front of his lunging neck.

With a splash, the bloodied head flew up in the night and fell to the ground with a thud.

Qin Qingluo, expressionless, pulled out the gun.

The chief envoy breathed his last, his body slumped to the ground, and blood quickly spread beneath him.

Amidst the ruins of the alleyways, the fierce battle between the Supreme Emperor and the puppet generals had reached its climax.

Each time the puppet general stomped the ground, it caused the earth to tremble. Its giant fist was accompanied by an explosive sound, and the fine blood-red patterns on its armor flickered, exuding a ferocious and overwhelming aura.

However, the Supreme Saint was like a ghost, elusive amidst the ferocious attacks. He had no weapons, only his bare hands, which he used to slap, tap, brush, or guide. His movements seemed slow and clear, yet he always managed to precisely strike the weak points in the flow of the puppet's energy, as well as the blind spots that his massive body could not reach.

"Ding!" A finger, sharp as a sword, struck the puppet's knee joint. The hard alloy groaned under the strain, and the massive body staggered once more.

A palm lightly struck the side of the sweeping giant claw, deflecting its immense force and slamming it into the broken wall beside it, causing it to collapse with a deafening roar.

Then, a ghostly light flickered from his fingertip and touched the puppet's chest. Although it failed to pierce through, it caused the intricate patterns to flash violently, and the puppet's movements were momentarily slowed down.

No matter how much the puppet roared or erupted, it could never truly threaten him. Instead, many of its joints deformed, the runes became sluggish, and its movements gradually became less agile than before.

Yang Chongwei and the remaining elite Imperial Guards had already retreated to a relatively safe corner, watching with trepidation and cold sweat soaking their backs.

They tried to shoot arrows from the shadows or look for opportunities to attack from both sides, but the Emperor seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

A valiant soldier seized an opening and thrust his spear swiftly from the side towards the Emperor's back. The Emperor didn't even turn around; he merely flicked his sleeve seemingly casually backward. Whoosh.

The soldier was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting blood from his mouth. He and his gun flew backward, crashing into the ruins, his fate unknown.

Just as the other man raised his crossbow to aim, he saw the Emperor flick his finger the instant he passed the puppet.

laugh!
A dark, almost invisible gust of wind pierced through the air, precisely striking the crossbow. The remaining force of the blow blew the soldier's hand holding the crossbow to pieces.

"Back off! Everyone back off! Don't fucking go up there and get yourselves killed!"

Yang Chongwei was terrified and roared in horror.

The two, one human and one puppet, fought endlessly, with the Supreme Saint gaining the upper hand.

However, even with his unfathomable cultivation level, he still felt a lingering sense of crisis.

My mind was constantly preoccupied with it.

Immediately, the Emperor raised an eyebrow, sensing something, and his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

The envoy is dead...

We cannot linger here any longer...

"You demon! Prepare to die!"

Although Yang Chongwei was wary, he caught a glimpse of the Emperor's mental fluctuations. Gathering his remaining ferocity, he brandished his chipped longsword and roared as he charged forward again, the blade slashing straight at the back of the Emperor's neck.

"roll!"

Without turning his head, the Emperor uttered a low, soft shout. At the same time, he spread his five fingers on his free left hand and pressed it down in mid-air in the direction of Yang Chongwei and the others.

boom.

An invisible wave of energy suddenly erupted, overwhelming everything in its path.

Yang Chongwei's blade light instantly dissipated, and he was struck as if by a charging rhinoceros, spitting blood and flying backward, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble. His personal guards were also shaken by the aftershock, their weapons slipping from their hands, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Almost simultaneously with the left hand's strike, the Supreme Saint's right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, emitted a surge of dark light, striking the side joint of the giant fist of the puppet general as it prepared to strike.

The puppet general's powerful punch was deflected, grazing the emperor's robes before crashing to the ground, sending shards of stone flying.

Using the recoil from that punch, Shang Sheng Xuan Hei's figure seemed to lose weight, floating as lightly as a feather. It appeared to be extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, it covered more than ten feet.

"He's going to run away."

In the distance, Chen Yi caught sight of the Supreme Saint's movements. His eyes sharpened, and he suddenly accelerated, transforming into a sharp sword light that pierced the Supreme Saint's retreating trajectory.

The sword's edge pointed, and a chilling aura pierced to the bone.

The Emperor's retreating figure paused slightly in mid-air. Facing the sword, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead raised his right index finger—the same one that had just forced back the puppet general—in the direction from which Chen Yi had thrust.

At the fingertip, a point of extreme darkness instantly coalesces.

"break."

A cold syllable was uttered.

The dark, fine finger energy, as thin as a hair, shot out silently, far exceeding the speed of Chen Yi's sword light.

Chen Yi's pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, he changed his thrust into a block, his sword intent drawing a perfect circular sword curtain in front of him.

The sound of metal striking stone rang out as the finger strike hit the sword, bending the Houkang sword into a breathtaking arc.

Chen Yi's blood surged and he groaned as he was thrown backward. After landing, he took seven or eight steps back and barely managed to stand.

With just a flick of his finger, he effortlessly broke his sword.

This is a realm only attainable at the second rank...

The Supreme Saint's figure had already drifted dozens of feet away, and was about to merge into the even denser darkness at the edge of Dragon Tail City, disappearing outside the city.

Chen Yi's heart sank slightly: Was he really going to let this person get away?

Before the thought had even formed,

He looked up sharply.

The Supreme Saint's figure, which had been fleeing into the distance, was originally as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, flashing by in an instant. However, no matter how he flashed, he could not leave the walls of Dragon Tail City, as if he were trapped in the Five Finger Mountain.

The sage stopped in his tracks, and before he could even process what was happening, his vision was suddenly enveloped by a halo of light, a vast expanse of white.

hum.

A vast and boundless halo of light appeared without warning in the direction of the city wall from which the Supreme Saint was about to escape.

The Emperor's figure abruptly halted, his speeding form as if crashing into an invisible wall. His expression beneath the mask shifted violently, and for the first time, an undisguised glint appeared in his unfathomable eyes…

Horrified.

At the center of the halo, a figure slowly emerged.

He was dressed in a wide, snow-white robe, and his face looked no more than forty years old, gentle and refined. He did not exude any imposing aura; he simply stood there quietly, like a pillar of stability, instantly plunging the chaotic battlefield into an eerie tranquility.

Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief; Gongsun Guan had finally arrived.

The Emperor stopped in his tracks, staring intently at the man before him.
"It's you……!"

The initial shock had turned into words of resentment, which were squeezed out of the Emperor's throat for the first time.

He stared intently at that gentle and peaceful face, as if blood were about to drip from it!
The deepest, most bloody memories buried in his heart suddenly exploded. His mentor, the previous generation's Pure Saintess, was "purified" by the person before him in this very pure light...

"Gongsun Guan!" The Emperor let out a fierce, beast-like roar.

Having reached a dead end, he no longer thought of escaping. His figure transformed into a dark streak of light, carrying a resolute determination to perish together with his opponent, and rushed straight towards Gongsun Guan.

His palms instantly turned as black as ink, heading straight for Gongsun Guan's central palace.

Faced with this terrifying palm force that could kill a fourth-rank expert in one blow, Gongsun Guan only sighed slightly and did not move an inch. He simply raised his right hand slowly, palm facing upward.

A soft golden halo spread out.

The Supreme Saint's palms, imbued with overwhelming deathly stillness and corrosive power, slammed fiercely onto the golden halo, yet only a sizzling sound, like ice melting or boiling water splashing on snow, rang out.

The dark energy frantically eroded the halo, but it vanished as quickly as a mud ox entering the sea, leaving only ripples on the surface of the halo.

The expression on the face beneath the mask of the Supreme Saint changed drastically. He had painstakingly pursued the martial arts he had learned from his master, yet in front of this person, he seemed so... powerless.
Without time to think, he conjured countless palm shadows with his hands, each palm containing different variations, some striking acupoints and cutting off meridians, some corroding bones and eroding the heart, and some stirring up inner demons. At the same time, he let out a sharp whistle and spat out several fine, colorless, and odorless needle rains, silently shooting towards the major acupoints around Gongsun Guan's body.

He has done his best.

However, Gongsun Guan remained suspended in mid-air.

He formed a mysterious hand seal with his left hand, chanting incantations. Light flowed around him, completely isolating the attacks. No matter how cunning, ruthless, or unpredictable the attacks of the Supreme Saint were, they only stirred up stronger ripples on the light barrier before disappearing.

The Emperor could no longer see the ease with which he had dealt with the puppet generals and Yang Chongwei's combined attack.

Even he himself felt like a moth drawn to a flame.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, mixed with overwhelming hatred and a hint of barely perceptible fear, grew wildly in his heart.

Finally, a resolute look appeared in his eyes.

In the distance, the Imperial Guards helped Yang Chongwei to his feet. Yang Chongwei still coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, which he casually wiped on the shoulder of a soldier beside him. Then he stared fiercely at the figure carrying a sword and a knife.

Chen Yi slowly approached the battlefield on the horizon. The situation was becoming clear. Everything was within their pre-planned strategy: to use one enemy to defeat another, to lure out the chief envoy, and then to lure out the Supreme Saint, all to delay his advance until Gongsun Guan arrived.

However, for some reason, a doubt inexplicably arose in his heart.
"Gongsun Guan, why aren't you going to kill him?"

(End of this chapter)