Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 98 Beichen Heroes
The spiritual flag appeared on the square platform, and Beichen Yuanhuang activated the magical power of the soul flag. The soldiers of the Beichen Dynasty, which had been destroyed long ago, reappeared and surrounded the holy trace.

The Holy Trace activated its third mark, igniting a fusion of holy and evil. Unparalleled force continuously assaulted the souls within the Spirit Banner, wave after wave, annihilating countless resentful souls. Determined to slay his enemies, Beichen Yuanhuang, regardless of the cost, continuously activated the Spirit Banner, forcibly delaying the Holy Trace. To sweep away all the enemies before him, the Holy Trace divided its forces into two diametrically opposed forces: supreme holiness and supreme evil. Then, they merged into one. The moment these two forces, incompatible as water and fire, merged, unleashing an unprecedented explosion of destructive energy.

"Not good!"

Buddha Sword and Sword Immortal felt something was wrong from the Holy Trace's actions, but they were too late to stop it, so they could only use all their strength to stop the evil owl from committing crimes.

"second to none!"

"Nine Brahma Falls!!"

The pinnacle of Buddhism and Taoism joined forces to unleash their ultimate skills, bearing the brunt of the onslaught of the holy and evil forces unleashed by the Holy Trace. Beichen Yuanhuang watched this scene, his eyes ablaze with crimson light, and a faint dragon aura loomed around him. With a furious roar, Beichen Yuanhuang absorbed the soul power of his spirit banner and unleashed his Heavenly Demonic Art to its limit. Demonic energy coalesced into a pillar of energy, soaring straight into the sky!

"The devil is furious!"

The three forms merged—Taoism, Buddhism, and Demonism—in a powerful surge of holy and evil power. A resounding explosion echoed, and the surrounding northern illusion flickered and wobbled. Buddha Sword Fenshuo and Sword Son Immortal Trace were caught in the aftermath. Even with their abilities, they were unable to withstand the terrifying surge and were swept away. The purple aura atop the spirit banner dimmed considerably under this powerful impact. Beichen Yuanhuang retreated dozens of steps, the dragon energy surrounding him wailing mournfully, and the dark purple hue of his dragon scales deepened.

"puff!"

Beichen Yuanhuang spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Shengzong with burning eyes. After three moves of extreme martial arts, even with Shengzong's ability, it was difficult to escape unscathed. Under the residual power, he was inevitably injured. However, compared with the injuries of Fojian, Jianzi and Beichen Yuanhuang, his injuries were much lighter.

Even so, such a result surprised Shengzong.

He had experienced the terrifying power of the unity of saint and evil more than once. It was a power that truly looked down on all the other heroes and swept across the martial arts world. This was the first time he was injured in a head-on confrontation since he used this power.

"Hmph, what a Beichen Yuanhuang, what a Beichen Yin!" Shengzong withdrew his cold gaze from the spiritual banner in the air and turned to look at Beichen Yuanhuang, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Magic skills, rare items, and a foundation that is now far superior to what it was before. It seems that Beichen Yin has sacrificed a lot for you, his son!"

"Nonsense, damn it, die!"

Suppressing his injuries, Beichen Yuanhuang leaped up, revitalizing his magic power and attacking Shengzong. Shengzong turned his palm and used the power of Shengxie to attack fearlessly. In the blink of an eye, they clashed several times, and Beichen Yuanhuang's breath became even more unstable.

"I think that even you can't use the power that I just unleashed with the help of the spirit flag more than once."

"Killing you is enough!"

With blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he still didn't retreat, and launched a frontal quick attack with one palm after another. Beichen Yuanhuang was unwilling to retreat and unwilling to retreat. Jianzi and Fojian on the side suppressed their injuries and cooperated with Beichen Yuanhuang's offensive again. The three of them joined forces to fight Shengzong. However, Shengzong, who was blessed with the power of Holy Evil, did not show much weakening in combat power because of Shengzong's injuries. On the contrary, the more seriously injured the three were, the more dangerous the battle became. At the same time, the air waves were constantly impacting the barrier constructed by the spirit flags.

"Hahahaha, today, the three of you are destined to be buried here together!"

With a loud roar, heaven and earth were shocked, and Shengzong's ultimate move was used again!
"Breaking Elephant Circular Flow!"

"Big Wheel Sky Finger!"

The Saint Walker, with his holy energy, resisted the Holy Trace, but was the first to be attacked, vomiting blood from his mouth and retreating.

Shengzong chased and killed him, Jianzi waved his sword to block him, Shengzong pressed down with one palm, and the powerful force went along the body of Guchen's sword and backfired on Jianzi's body. Jianzi mobilized his Dao Yuan and fought back forcefully, but in a few breaths, Jianzi retreated, blood was flowing, and his strength was even weaker.

"Unparalleled in Xuanming!" Upon seeing this, Beichen Yuanhuang used the famous move of the Yiliu Sect Leader to attack Shengzong. However, even with superior martial arts, it was difficult to gain the upper hand in the face of absolute pressure from the force.

Sheng Zong sneered, and an even more powerful force rebounded, and Beichen Yuanhuang was knocked back. Sheng Zong chased closely, and arrived in an instant, with a heavy palm covering his forehead.

"You know nothing of power, Beichen Yuanhuang. Today, I will send you, the king of a fallen nation, back to reunite with your subjects." Beichen Yuanhuang raised his palms to the sky, bearing down upon the Holy Traces's palm. The earth shook, and Beichen Yuanhuang nearly buckled under the might of the blow. He gritted his teeth; how could an emperor yield to his mortal enemy?

"Useless resistance."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Zong did not turn back, but raised his left palm again, and an invisible air wall took shape in an instant, blocking the Buddha's edict and Gu Chen's sharp edge. Sheng Zong looked at Beichen Yuanhuang who was trying his best to resist him, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Die!"

A cry of death, a killing move, a palm fell, Shengzong used his extreme power to strike down a palm, Beichen Yuanhuang was exhausted and weak, at the critical moment, above the nine heavens, the spirit flag moved again, a mysterious energy enveloped Beichen Yuanhuang, forcibly separating Beichen Yuanhuang from the range of Shengzong's killing palm, and the fatal palm fell into the air.

"Hmm?" Sheng Zong looked at Beichen Yuanhuang, feeling a little surprised.

Beichen Yuanhuang was also surprised, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Yuan Huang, thank you for your hard work."

This voice is...

teacher!

Unexpected voices and unexpected words echoed in Beichen Yuanhuang's ears, and his eyes suddenly became moist unconsciously.

The last time he went to Beichen's hometown, Beichen Yuanhuang led the souls of the Beichen Dynasty's subjects into the soul flag, except for one person, whom he deliberately avoided.

But why...

"Teacher, how could you..."

"With a powerful enemy at hand, how can we be distracted?"

At this moment, a voice echoed.

"Yes...uncle?"

Beichen Wang, the Grand Emperor of the Beichen Dynasty, died at the hands of Beichen Yin due to a dispute over the Phoenix bloodline. To Beichen Yuanhuang, Beichen Wang was undoubtedly his mortal enemy. However...

"No matter what, you are of Beichen bloodline after all. Since our ancestors have recognized you, it's not a bad idea to share the dragon energy with you and help you in this battle!"

As the words fell, behind Beichen Yuanhuang, the shadows of the Beichen monarchs and ministers of past generations gradually emerged. Voices, familiar or unfamiliar, echoed in Beichen Yuanhuang's ears. Form after form of martial arts continued to pour into Beichen Yuanhuang's mind. The spirit flag waved, the dragon energy became stronger, and Beichen Yuanhuang's aura gradually became stronger. The remaining luck of hundreds of years of the dynasty was now added to Beichen Yuanhuang. The golden dragon broke free from the shackles of purple air and once again soared into the sky with its might.

"Hmm?" Shengzong watched this scene, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "What a Beichen Yuanhuang."

The dragon energy turns into a sword, pointing at the mortal enemy in front of him. In the illusion of broken ruins, the fire is rekindled!

"The solitary king is furious, his wrath worse than the autumn frost."

"Today I am willing to fight to the death, Shengzong, do you dare to fight?"

As the word "war" fell, the sound of war began, and Beichen Yuanhuang's figure appeared in layers of light and shadow, and all the heroes of Beichen from all generations appeared together!
(End of this chapter)