Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 114 Ice Soul Suppresses Demons, Marquis Wu Appears in the World

The earth trembled, and an ancient seal emerged from the depths of the earth. A blood talisman array quietly opened, and ten thousand blood flames ignited beneath Tun Yuan's feet, resembling the surging of the Yellow Springs.

"Despair will be bestowed upon the world by my own hands."

he whispered.

Suddenly, he stomped his foot, and the entire world trembled violently. One after another, blood-soaked corpses slowly crawled out from the ground, their eyes empty. They were the people who had sacrificed themselves under the heavenly tribulation.

Corrupted by the blood energy, they became puppet corpse soldiers, slowly rising up, the blood shadow of the Devouring Abyss appearing in their eyes.

Xie Mingli's pupils shrank sharply: "He... actually used the dead who died in the Heavenly Punishment to turn them into puppets?"

Devouring Abyss scanned the battlefield, his gaze piercing through the sky:
"You bunch of ants, do you think that after the heavenly thunder you will be spared and survive?"

He grinned maliciously: "No. The real calamity is only just beginning."

Rumble.

The sky began to collapse, and a phantom blood kingdom gradually emerged in the air, with its palaces and halls filled with blood shadows, like a nightmare descending upon the world, turning the entire sky crimson.

At this moment, on the battlefield where countless martial artists from various sects had gathered, the martial artists' protective true energy was teetering on the brink of collapse, their divine senses were trembling, and they were on the verge of collapse.

With a single step, Tun Yuan unleashed a blood-red rune array beneath his feet, which then spewed forth countless souls. The wails of the dead echoed from beneath the earth, as if the ancient Yellow Springs were turning over on the surface, roaring as they broke through the seal.

He raised his palm, his five fingers spread wide.

The phantom of the Blood Kingdom slowly appeared behind him. The gates of the kingdom opened wide, and thousands of demonized corpse soldiers filed out of the Blood Gate. They were half-human and half-demon, their flesh torn and burning with blood and fire.

Tun Yuan slowly raised his hand and pointed a finger at the allied forces of the sects in front of him.

"You... don't deserve to live."

As his voice fell, the bodies of the first row of martial artists in the world exploded simultaneously, turning into a mist of blood that scattered everywhere.

No incantation, no technique, no form, no sound, only the killing power of thoughts.

"Back off! Back off!"

A sect elder cried out in alarm, summoning the sect's most precious protective treasure, a hundred-foot-long golden bell, to shield the disciples. But the bell only lasted for half a breath before shattering like paper, the fragments flying back and tearing through the disciples' brows.

Tun Yuan moved forward slowly, each step drawing blood. With each step, a large number of martial artists were crushed into mud like weeds.

Xie Mingli gritted her teeth and stood up, using all her inner energy to send Feng Jin's corpse into the Sumeru Floating Coffin. Looking back at the tide of blood, her eyes wept blood.

"You monster..."

Upon hearing this, Tun Yuan turned around and laughed: "Little girl, your soul is very pure. After I destroy these sect ants, the first person I want is you to perform a ritual for me."

"boom!"

The second pillar of blood shot into the sky, connecting to the Nine Heavens Demon Realm.

Disciples of the allied sects were already collapsing and screaming:

"Weren't we here to compete? This is a war against hell!"

"This completely transcends the human level."

On the high platform, Prince Duan, his cloak billowing, gazed expressionlessly at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below. He watched the once high and mighty sect elders struggle for survival in the blood-soaked ground like dogs, and a slight smirk played on his lips.

"As expected... human life is worthless."

"Tun Yuan... very good. The more you kill, the cleaner the sky will be in Qingzhou."

A trusted general behind him couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, are we really going to let that demon kill indiscriminately?"

Prince Duan said calmly, "He has accumulated resentment for a hundred years. Let him kill to his heart's content. I am merely taking advantage of the situation to save myself the trouble."

He gazed at Xie Mingli's solitary figure and suddenly sighed:
"What a beautiful girl she is, if she were taken into the royal palace... it's a pity, she's too stubborn."

"However, stubborn people don't live long in the end."

In the sky, Tun Yuan walked through the air and stepped into the Blood Gate.

A black halberd appeared in his hand; it was a divine weapon forged from heavenly lightning and the undead spirits of a hundred divine soldiers.

"Heaven-Slaying Blood Halberd"

He slowly raised his halberd, pointing it at the last remaining force of the warrior alliance who refused to retreat:
"The last one is the hardest to kill, and also the most delicious."

"bring it on."

In the next instant, the Blood Realm fully unfolded, illuminating the human world as if it were a purgatory, extinguishing all the light of day.

Tun Yuan's white hair danced wildly, his body still wreathed in residual blood and fire. The phantom of the Blood Kingdom behind him grew increasingly solid, like a waning, ominous sun, spewing forth blood clouds that tore the heavens and earth apart.

He approached Xie Mingli step by step, a black halberd in his hand, killing intent surging, yet a cold and eerie smile played on his lips.

"Little girl..." he murmured softly, his eyes seeming to pierce through the battlefield before him and see the shadow of another person.

“I said, you are the first one I need to sacrifice for me.”

Xie Mingli knelt in the scorched earth, blood still stained her lips. Her body was exhausted, and even standing up was a struggle. But she still looked up at Tun Yuan, her clear eyes filled with no fear, only an unwavering resolve.

Looking at the man, his body engulfed in blood and flames, and nearly driven mad, she suddenly felt a sense of disorientation. That murderous face gradually overlapped with a gentle figure from her memory.

—Is it him? Is it the boy who cured her of the Yin Sha Thunder Poison in the mountains?

She couldn't tell anymore.

But she knew that at this moment, the person in front of her was no longer "him".

She slowly raised her hand, her palm empty, yet it seemed as if she were grasping destiny.

“If you really are him,” she said in a low but firm voice, “then end my life yourself.”

"Let me die by your hand... perhaps, it's a kind of mercy than dying by a stranger's sword."

Tun Yuan's smile widened, and he suddenly swung down the Blood Halberd.

"—Go to hell."

"boom--"

The next instant, the void shattered, and a silver light descended from the heavens, like an inverted moon, tearing through the sky and plunging down with immense fury.

Immediately following was a thunderous roar that shook the mountains and rivers, like the thunderous sound of ancient war drums, shattering eardrums:

"--stop!"

The sky suddenly froze, and the world lost its color.

From within the silver light, a figure burst forth from the rift. Clad in silver armor, riding a fierce wind-riding warhorse, he stood in mid-air, his aura as chilling as an icy hell descending upon the world. His eyes were as cold as frost blades, his robes fluttered, and his silver hair was like halberds.

—Wu Hou Xie Chengjun, Commander of Zhenwu Division of the Great Qian Dynasty, Pillar of the North, Pinnacle of combat power, Iron-blooded War God of the Fifth Rank.

Before the blood-red halberd could reach Xie Mingli's face, it was forcibly stopped by an extremely pure Ice Soul True Qi. The halberd's tip stopped an inch in front of her brow, trembling like thunder.

"Click——"

With a crisp sound, the frost rolled back, ascending along the halberd and instantly covering Tun Yuan's right arm.

That is the primordial true energy that can only be nurtured by the extreme cold of ten thousand years—the power of the Ice Soul.

Even though Tun Yuan's body was surrounded by intertwined blood flames and lightning, with blood patterns coiling around him and never fading, it was still frozen by this wisp of coldness, which climbed up his joints inch by inch, solidified the lightning and fire, and cut off his life force.

Tun Yuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"The far north...?" He scoffed softly, his tone filled with disbelief. "He actually sublimated his Ice Soul Power there?"

He suddenly jerked his arm, and his blood and energy surged forth from his very bones like a collapsing mountain and splitting the sea.

"boom!"

The frost exploded, ice crystals flew everywhere, and his right arm was restored to its original state in an instant.

However, a wisp of silver frost remained between his brows—undispersed, unextinguished, like a piercing thorn.

Tun Yuan slowly raised his eyes, looking at the silver-armored old man blocking Xie Mingli's way, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Xie Chengjun." He murmured the name, as if chewing on an old grudge, "Da Qian's dog...you still dare to crawl out of the grave?"

Deep within his eyes, a murderous intent surged.

"—Do you want to die too?"

Xie Chengjun stood before Xie Mingli, his silver armor clanging, its cold light concealed, and the Zhenwu token at his waist heavy as a mountain, as imposing as a prison.

He didn't say a word, but slowly raised his palms.

A chill emanated from his palm, as if pouring down from the heavens, condensing into an icy canopy that opened in an instant, firmly protecting Xie Mingli within it.

The sky was as clear as glass, and the chill was as sharp as a knife.

These are the father's hands, and also the shield of the pillar that guards the north.

Xie Chengjun finally spoke, his voice low and steely, filled with barely suppressed murderous intent and rage:

"You ruined my son..."

His gaze was sharp, like a blade piercing the abyss.

"You dare to touch my daughter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly struck out with his palm.

"boom!"

The icy true energy beneath his palm transformed into a vast, frigid tide that rose from the ground, as if an entire land had instantly stepped from the warmth of spring into an extreme icy hell.

A cold wave swept across the land, silencing the heavens and earth. Nothing grew in its path, and even the air froze into ice crystals.

The phantom of the Blood Kingdom behind the Devouring Abyss trembled violently, its edges beginning to crack and collapse, frozen layer by layer by the chill.

Tun Yuan's pupils shrank sharply, and with a fierce roar, his body spun like lightning. His black halberd swept across like a storm protecting him, forcefully confronting the cold tide.

"boom--"

Blood and fire collided violently with ice.

The sky collapsed, the two poles confronted each other, half of the sky was filled with blood flames, and the other half was covered by frost and snow. It was as if the world had been torn apart into two planes.

As everyone looked up, they felt as if they were in a purgatory, where gods and demons fought, and a single thought could lead to calamity.

On the ground, the remaining soldiers, barely clinging to life, saw Xie Chengjun's figure and tears welled up in their eyes as they cried out in hoarse voices:

"Thank you, Marquis Wu!"

"It's the Zhenwu Division."

"We... survived."

Before the words were finished, a deep war drum sounded from the sky, booming like thunder and shaking the heavens.

Amidst the swirling winds and clouds, an army of 100,000 broke through the clouds and arrived.

Silver armor like a sea, battle banners like a forest, ten thousand cavalrymen trampling the sky, their cold light shining brightly.

Beneath the banners, the Zhenwu Division's army stood in formation like a mountain, immovable and stern, with tens of thousands of cold blades all pointing towards the blood-red figure in the sky.

The leading lieutenant, halberd in hand, rode forward and roared like thunder:
"By imperial decree—"

"Slay the demons and destroy the abyss!"

Before the killing intent of the battle formation had subsided, on another high platform, surrounded by people in black robes, Prince Duan leaned forward slightly.

Upon seeing 100,000 armored cavalrymen rushing towards him, Prince Duan was initially startled, but then a sinister smile spread across his face:
"Your Majesty is actually willing to mobilize the Zhenwu Division? With such a troop deployment, the northern border is left vulnerable. Who will quell the barbarian threat? Hahaha... This is truly a stroke of luck!"

He clapped his hands lightly, his gaze falling on several trusted generals not far away, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Immediately issue an order to activate the 'Night Strategy Map' and summon secret messages from the southeastern lords to the capital. I want to see if His Majesty can stabilize the court once the northern army is weakened!"

"No matter how strong the Heavenly Seed is, it cannot stop the backlash from the hearts of the people."

He looked at Xie Mingli and Tun Yuan in mid-air, his eyes filled with malice:

"Go ahead and fight, the fiercer the better. Fight until everyone is destroyed, that's exactly what I want."

A chilling atmosphere filled the air, and a murderous intent, as sharp as frost, swept across the heavens.

Tun Yuan stood in mid-air, the lightning and fire demonic patterns rekindled, and blood flames dripped from his black halberd, scorching deep craters upon landing. He licked his lips, a morbid excitement appearing in his eyes.

"Xie Chengjun, if you had arrived a moment later, your daughter would have been the first sacrifice of my Blood Kingdom."

Xie Chengjun remained silent, then with a flick of his sleeve, sent Xie Mingli deep into the army formation.

His voice was as calm as ice: "Go and recover."

As he spoke, he took out three pieces of jade-white, century-old cold marrow from his bosom and handed them to his daughter.

(End of this chapter)