Yefutidaolu

Chapter 296 Surprising Support

The mouse was underground, looking into Dansha's eyes.

Dansha thought for a long time, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just left the mouse with the words, "I can't say."

However, faced with such cinnabar, the mouse sighed and said, "If you can't explain it, then so be it. But I must remind you that the insight you see today may be completely different from what you usually see."

The meaning of cinnabar is unclear.

But the mouse didn't say anything more. It just made Dansha shrink its body to the thickness of an arm. At this size, the mouse could sit on Dansha's back, and Dansha would be hard to spot.

“I’ll show you the way, go see what these insightful opinions are like,” Shu Jian said.

Dansha finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After so many days, I can finally see how Gao Jian is doing.

The mouse is quite true to its word; it just said so.
So she flew away quickly, following the directions Shu Jian had given her.

Wind and thunder swirled around the dragon's body. Although she was only as long as a human arm, it did not affect her speed at all. With the support of the wind and clouds, Dan Sha traveled swiftly through the desert.

Before long, she arrived at a battlefield.

This battlefield... was filled with rivers of blood and enormous corpses.

Dozens of giant beasts died here.

It was afternoon, and there were still some dark clouds around, but they were gradually dissipating. It was clear that these dark clouds were summoned by magic or supernatural powers, so they dissipated quickly after the magic ended.

Cinnabar slithered through it, its silvery-red scales shimmering in the light.

The dragon swept past the shadow cast by the giant beast's bones, whose ribs pierced the sky like mountains, whose spines arched into continuous cliffs, with tendons hanging from the jagged bone spikes, rustling and trembling in the sandstorm.

Blood plasma was gushing into rivers along the ravines, and some of the giant beasts' corpses were still twitching.

She was on one side, her severed head on the other, and blood gushing from the broken neck of the corpse like a flood. She flew past the corpse of a mountain-like hybrid of a Kui Niu, whose single eye still retained golden lightning, but had lost its luster.

The sandy ground was shrouded in a crimson mist from the sheer amount of blood. Through the cinnabar, one could clearly see the half-body of an earth dragon embedded in the horizon.

The freshest corpse was a mountain rhinoceros with a split head. On its thick skin, there was a huge penetrating wound, and blood was still gushing out, turning the surrounding sand sea for ten miles into a sea of ​​blood.

Besides the carcasses of the giant beasts, there were also many people, like a transport team, who were probably forces serving the aristocratic families, as well as some scions of those families. At this moment, they were all fleeing for their lives, desperately trying to escape from the center of the battle in the distance.

"Don't let them leave." Shu Jian said, his body suddenly swelled up, and he exhaled a lot of golden energy!

A sword aura swept across the sky, instantly piercing through hundreds of transport teams, their blood flowing like rivers. These fleeing transport teams never expected that there would be an enemy in front of them at this moment!
Dan Sha glanced at it and didn't stay idle. So he opened his mouth, and thunder and lightning swirled around him. The sea fire ring on his wrist also expanded. Dragon thunder burst forth with lightning and fire, touching the sky stone, boiling and raging in fury!

When metal and lightning combine, thunder and fire transform. Although it is thunder and fire, it is like surging seawater or a stampede of ten thousand horses. In an instant, it kills all those who are lucky enough to have not yet escaped!

After the kill, Shu Jian didn't stop at all and ran towards the center of the giant beast battlefield, with Dan Sha quickly following behind!

Then, what came into their view was a great battle.

Under the cover of the giant beast's corpse, the two blood-soaked figures were each using their own methods to fight to the death!

The battle was extremely fierce. They were completely unable to protect each other. Faced with the whistling swords and fists, their bodies swayed precariously like spider webs in a hurricane.

Standing amidst the blood and mangled limbs, the sounds of clashing weapons still echoed.

There were already the remains of three high-grade flying swords on the ground, all of which had been cut off by a rusty knife.

The whistling of swords cutting through the air, like the relentless footsteps of death, drew ever closer. Explosions and roars accompanied the cries, making the battle even more brutal.

The aftershocks erupted one after another, and Gao Jian could be seen bathed in the rain of sword energy. He parried many of the sword energies, and the stones and dust under his feet were blasted into the air and shattered into pieces.

Even the earth vein beneath his feet was blasted off, surging hundreds of meters high before crashing down, causing severe secondary damage.

On the other side, the eighth-realm martial artist gritted his teeth.

He had already broken three flying swords, but as a high-ranking member of a powerful family, he naturally had a fourth one left... but this would be the last one.

What exactly was that knife made of?!

Now that we've fought this far, not only is there no opening, but the opponent's edge is even getting sharper. It's like my sword is sharpening the opponent's blade!
A broken sword was stuck in the rammed earth wall, and the Hetian jade on the sword tassel had long since crumbled into dust.

The Eight Realms Swordsman, clutching the chapped wound under his ribs, staggered back several steps. For the first time, the sword slipped from his palm—Gao Jian's headbutt had shattered two of his molars, and spittle mixed with blood still clung to the other's brow bone.

Indeed, this was no longer the gentlemanly contest he had imagined; it was a life-or-death struggle.
That eighth-realm martial artist was originally as imposing as a mountain, his long sword flashing with cold light, defending against Gao Jian's attacks with his immense cultivation and abundant Qi Sea.

But now... he is hampered at every turn and is seriously injured.

This was because of the sneak attack. He had thought it was a gentlemanly contest, a fight that would end once the outcome was clear, and then everyone would retreat.

However, Gao Jian's sneak attack injured him. His opponent's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, with each sword strike carrying a desperate determination, as if he was willing to perish together with his opponent. Even so, his opponent only used the cultivation level of the sixth realm.

This conflict left him bewildered, but also dealt him a heavy blow.

Under such pressure, his initial restraint became his own deadly trap.

But it wasn't all without gains.

In the counterattack, the mask was removed.

With a loud clang, swords clashed, sparks flying. The eighth-realm martial artist used the momentum to retreat, his robes torn open, blood seeping out. His brows furrowed, resentment flashing in his eyes. Gao Jian's attacks were like a storm, chaotic yet unstoppable. The blade grazed his shoulder, adding another deep, bone-revealing wound.

Gao Jian grinned, revealing his missing half-tooth, and rubbed the dull blade of his sword on his trouser leg. A half-tassel of a sword was still tied to his back, swaying with each breath—the result of an attack he had just failed to block.

"Brilliant! You can't escape today no matter what!" he roared.

Yes, he already knew who the person in front of him was. In this intense battle, Gao Jian was no longer able to protect his mask or hide his presence.

The opponent already fully understands who their opponent is, but there is one thing they can't figure out... Why does Gao Jian have divine insight?
But let's think about those things later.

Now, it's not just the eighth-realm martial artist who's injured; Gao Jian's injuries are equally severe, even... much more serious. This is because the eighth-realm swordsman before them has only opened his Qi gate, limiting his physical recovery ability, while Gao Jian is different.

Gao Jian had already opened his vital energy gate, and in theory, his injuries should have continued to heal. However, now, the speed of his recovery was much slower because his vital energy was almost exhausted, and the sword energy was still damaging his body, making it impossible for him to recover.

The fight has progressed to this point, and both sides are in similar condition, which shows how much damage Gao Jian, who has just opened his meridians, has suffered. You should know that when the airship exploded, Gao Jian was burned to the bone, but he didn't even realize it.

Upon closer inspection, the surrounding river of blood and the countless pieces of flesh were actually... mostly Gao Jian's. He had forcibly created flesh and blood thousands of times his own weight!
How many times has the essence regenerated? How many times has the physical body recovered? You can even see now that some of Gao Jian's bones are crooked. That's an error that occurred during the rapid regeneration. They must be cut off and then grown back, but there's no time for that now, so we can only make do with what we have.

The battle was so fierce that the intensity of the fighting had reached this point!

Even so, the offensive did not stop.

"Stop! Why should we—" The eighth-realm warrior sensed the arrival of the other seven-realm warriors and was about to say something.

But his words were shattered by the back of the knife and stuck in his teeth. The white crane formed from the Eight Realms Sword Intent had just spread its wings when Gao Jian stabbed it into the crane's eye with his rusty knife. He was forced to stagger and touched the sticky substance on his neck, only to find that the beast had bitten his neck with its teeth!

This fighting style wasn't in the sword manual he learned from childhood—his genius lies in the gnawing! Like a wild wolf gnawing on a duck's neck!
The sword flowers formed by the condensed sword energy were forcibly covered with blood before they could take shape, and the opponent even grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into his eyes.

It was despicable, vile, and shameless. It was not only a sneak attack but also full of conspiracies and tricks. However, in the hands of the other party, it also had a kind of beastly determination. It seemed that this was not shameful, but rather glorious!
The battle had progressed to this point, and a victor should have been decided long ago, but the opponent showed no sign of stopping, and it was too late for him to escape.

"You," the eighth-level swordsman's sword finally veered slightly off course. For him, it meant that when the hilt of the knife was pressed against his throat, he suddenly remembered that when he was practicing swordsmanship, his master said that when they killed someone, the sword should not draw blood, only then would it be elegant.

But now, he was experiencing a bloody battle he had never seen before. Gao Jian had at least several hundred legs cut off and his flesh and blood shaved off hundreds of times!

But even though only a skeleton remained, its essence was still there, and it grew back, whereas it had never existed from beginning to end.
But Gao Jian's blood mixed with sweat dripped onto his eyelids, burning him so much that he couldn't help but close his eyes. In the daze of his closed eyes, he seemed to see the words 'evil and heretical'.

What a heretical and evil force!

But he no longer had the strength to muster even a final burst of power. Could it be that today—

He turned his head.

But then he saw sword energy flying towards him from the horizon.

It was really... a very ordinary sword aura. It looked like it was just a normal full-force attack from a seventh-level cultivator. To him in his full state, it was nothing more than something he could easily swat away.

But that one moment completely crushed Libra.

Originally, he and Gao Jian were evenly matched, and if they fought to the death, the outcome would still be uncertain.

He has already called for reinforcements, and the nearest powerful clans are on their way. Once they arrive, it will be Gao Jian's end.

But the sudden attack from the Seventh Realm shattered his illusions.

The battle is over.

Caught between two attacks, he struggled to deflect the golden energy, but then dragon lightning descended from the sky, and Gao Jian's sword arrived as expected from behind.

Three-sided attack!

The blade pierced his flesh, and lightning struck his brain; he instantly died.

An eighth-realm martial artist, one of the high-ranking members of the Jin family, was considered a superior person even in the Divine Dynasty, but in the end, he died here without even leaving his name.

The death was nothing earth-shattering; he simply deflected the golden energy and the dragon lightning, only to be stabbed in the back by Gao Jian, his inner world shattered.

However, his soul was not destroyed yet, but Gao Jian's blood energy was about to be dispersed.

It will probably take another minute or two.

Since that's the case, Gao Jian waved his hand and took out a large banner from his mustard seed bag.

As soon as the banner was unfurled, gusts of wind swept through the surrounding area!
Within this great banner, countless ghosts surged beneath its surface, sometimes protruding dozens of distorted human faces, sometimes stretching out arms, each movement spraying out a mist of blood. The blood essence accumulated by Blood Sea Lord through countless years of slaughter solidified here.

The way the blood-red banner unfurled in the eerie wind resembled a rolling sea of ​​blood.

This great banner is a seventh-realm magic treasure, the life-bound item of the Blood Sea Lord. It contains countless blood energies and wronged souls, but at this moment it looks righteous.

There was no 'evil' or 'resentment' about it, only the constant swirling of blood energy. At first glance, it was even somewhat beautiful, magnificent, and resembling a scene from a fairy tale.

That's because the resentment had already been refined, and the ghost king had been killed by Gao Jian. As for the blood energy itself, it had no evil energy whatsoever.

Like the high-level blood and wolf smoke, which is also a kind of blood and qi, it only has majesty and spirit, and has never had resentment or anything like that. The Blood Sea Lord's banner is the same.

At that moment, the soul of that eighth-realm martial artist also realized something!
The sea of ​​blood was vast, corpses were everywhere, and ghosts filled the ground, yet there was no evil or resentment. This technique was unique in the entire world!
The Netherworld is the top immortal sect of the Divine Dynasty!

Then, the eighth-realm martial artist rebuked, "This method of framing someone is too clumsy. Even if Youmingdi were to make a move, he wouldn't do it so obviously. Do you think they're fools? Even if I die, they'll know that this matter has nothing to do with Youmingdi!"

Gao Jian remained silent, too lazy to speak, and at this moment, he shouldn't have spoken either.

He simply threw the banner into the sky.

This is certainly very clumsy, and could even be described as a blatant attempt to frame someone.

So?

What else can you do?

A behemoth transport fleet worth millions of gold coins is gone just like that. Who should be held responsible? And who should be held responsible when something happens at the border?

This eighth-realm martial artist? He's already dead. Besides, even if he were alive, all his wealth would barely amount to a million gold coins. Compared to the entire border region, what's more important?
Finally, someone has to take responsibility; they have to find something to bite off.

With a flick of his wrist, Gao Jian threw the banner, which shot out and embedded itself in the broken scales of the giant beast. He then picked up the beast's sword and shattered the banner.

Then, Gao Jian looked at Dan Sha and Shu Shu with some surprise: "Why did you two come here?"

Dansha, on the other hand, looked somewhat bewildered.

(End of this chapter)