The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 236 The Lord of Soldiers' Approval
"Hey, tell me, should I go with you guys to stay in that Zhongnan Mountain place too?"

"I think it's a great place."

"It's quite close to Mount Hua. Lately, I've been dreaming a lot that the eldest sister is still alive. Speaking of which, I still have a fragment of her spirit hidden outside. If I retrieve it, I should be able to regain some of my strength..."

Kaiming kept rambling on and on. In fact, he felt that he used to be a very quiet, calm and reliable god. The reason he became a chatterbox was because he had been hanging on the tree for so long and was feeling bored and restless!

But soon, Kaiming realized something was wrong. The young Taoist who had just been speaking suddenly stiffened again, his head drooped, and his eyes closed naturally. Kaiming's expression changed, and he placed his hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder, but was suddenly pushed away.

The aura of killing intent emanating from it caused the three-legged golden crow, which had just awakened, to roll its eyes and faint once again.

Kaiming clutched his wrist, watching his fingers turn a deep crimson, his expression gradually hardening: "...Such powerful aura of military might, is it the Lord of War?!"

"That kid got caught and beaten up again by the Lord of War?!"

Kaiming turned around and looked at Ge Lang, who was just an ordinary Xuan Guan painter, and Shen Fei. His expression was solemn. He had been hanging for so many years and he was already strong enough to survive. Of all his skills, only one-tenth remained.

“An Lushan has suffered such a great loss, he must be furious and looking for us everywhere. If you don’t wake up, we won’t be able to deal with this damn mess.”

"...Never mind, let's go to the village first."

Enlightenment makes one reliable.

He frowned, and after figuring out the location, he harnessed the cloud beneath his feet and quickly approached that direction. At the same time, Zhou Yan was fighting Chi You, who was in a state of rage, in that space constructed purely of battle intent.

Or rather, they were unilaterally crushed.

In this state, the warlord's killing intent intensifies, and his rage is boundless.

Zhou Yan was no match for him.

He was repeatedly beaten, repeatedly charged, and repeatedly defeated in increasingly sophisticated and ferocious ways. Pain, rage, and murderous intent gnawed at his soul like poisonous vines. Kaiming noticed Zhou Yan's change and his lips twitched.

They flew leisurely, riding the clouds.

With one hand, he formed an ancient and profound hand seal and pressed it heavily onto Zhou Yan's shoulder.

He opened his mouth and shouted in a low voice: "Kunlun!"

Buzz buzz————

A layer of light exploded as Zhou Yan was fighting Chi You, or rather, being unilaterally beaten, when suddenly layers of clear light came from behind him, and then a large hand radiating pure white light descended from the sky, grabbed him, and dragged him away!

Zhou Yan's vision blurred, and a cold wind rushed towards him, bringing him back into his avatar. He gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.

While frantically manipulating the clouds, Kaiming still managed to place his hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder and said smugly, "Heh, how about that?"

"Isn't he much more reliable than that guy Fu Xi?"

"I am, after all, a true god of Kunlun. Even though I am severely weakened at this moment, you are not facing the Lord of War at his peak. It will not be difficult for me to find a way to pull you out of his world of battle intent."

"Easy peasy..."

Zhou Yan's hands were trembling unconsciously. This was not out of fear, but because the constant mental battle was affecting his physical body, causing it to react instinctively.

Before Zhou Yan could say anything, a blur flashed before his eyes, and he said, "Be careful!"

However, while Kaiming was casting spells to ride the clouds, he was boasting to Zhou Yan. He almost crashed into a mountain. He let out a strange cry and made a hand seal with one hand. The little cloud barely grazed the mountain wall and wobbled away.

"Ahem, this is just an accident, an accident." Kaiming coughed twice, his expression unchanged: "Anyway, be careful. This Chi You blood essence was extracted from the head of the Lord of War. It can be said that it carries strong anger and obsession."

"For some reason, the blood of Chi You has now locked onto you."

"You're a typical Yanhuang bloodline, kid. You'll be in big trouble if you get dragged in. Anyway, let me calm you down first, then we'll talk about other things."

With an open mind and brimming with confidence, Zhou Yan's vision suddenly blurred again, and he was back in the battle intent space, where he once again saw Chi You roaring angrily: "You deserted again?!?"

The veins on Chi You's forehead throbbed wildly, almost bursting open.

Zhou Yan raised his hand to grab the battle shield, and then grabbed a knife in the other hand.

Then, Chi You threw down his hand axe and instead drew a giant, long-handled battle axe with a ferocious and exaggerated shape, wrapped in thick blood and evil energy—that thing looked like the kind of axe that Zhou Yan could use to split mountains with a single blow after connecting to the earth's veins!
"........."

"Grass!"

Lord Zhou was "fortunate" enough to experience just how terrifying the Lord of War was in his full power state. The monster that even the heroes of Ji Xuanyuan's generation couldn't defeat back then was only managed to be "rescued" by Kaiming after being repeatedly ravaged several times.

Kaiming opened the clouds with one hand and placed the other on Zhou Yan's shoulder. The unshaven uncle grinned and stubbornly said, "It's nothing, I'm... fine..."

Zhou Yan said, "Stop talking, just tell me what kind of supernatural powers he has."

Zhou Yan could vaguely sense that he had no choice but to fight Chi You head-on.

Kaiming exhaled and said quickly, "The fundamental divine power is the Warlord's Ultimate Realm - Myriad Symbols of War. Within its battle intent, the law of causality is distorted to a certain degree."

"Victory becomes the cause, and reality becomes the effect. As long as Chi You believes in his heart that he will "win", then all cause and effect within the domain will begin to collapse in the direction of his victory."

"The body's great supernatural power is an indestructible battle body."

"The karma generated from battles and killings has been poured into this body, which is absolutely no less than the achievements of other mythical heroes of the Yanhuang people. The legends of fighting ferocious beasts and calamities, and the blood and evil energy gathered, allow him to ignore spells with a level lower than that of immortals."

"And there's the ultimate life-saving technique—Desperate Situation Warfare."

"Back then, Ji Xuanyuan was defeated by this move." "Within the Battle Intent Domain, the concept of one's own defeat, the damage suffered, and even the moment of death are forcibly separated and transferred to other beings within the domain, thereby achieving a kind of absolute invincibility."

"In addition, there is martial arts that stand at the pinnacle of human mythology, the instinct for battle that transcends thought and supernatural powers, the supreme authority over all concepts of killing, and the [Power of the Master of Weapons] that controls all divine weapons in the world."

"That's roughly it."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

"The Yellow Emperor fought against this thing?!"

"Is cause and effect really that deadly? Or rather, is this guy skilled in cause and effect?!"

"Who uses the concept of cause and effect like that?!"

Zhou Yan sensed wisps of crimson aura beginning to swirl around him. He knew he was about to be pulled into that battle-infused illusion by Chi You once again. Emperor Kaiming finally realized a crucial point, placed his hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder, and hurriedly said:
"Also, don't call Chi You."

"what?"

Kaiming's lips twitched: "Chi means ugly little insect. This was the nickname Ji Xuanyuan gave You back then. It roughly means 'little insect You.' If Ji Xuanyuan called you that, it would be considered a pre-battle provocation. If Nuwa called you that, it would be a nickname similar to Er Gouzi (Second Dog).

“For a descendant of the Yellow Emperor to shout like that is just being disrespectful.”

"It would be strange if he wasn't furious."

"!!! Is that the reason?"

Zhou Yan's vision blurred; the protection of Emperor Kaiming had lost its effect, and what he saw before him was once again a chaotic rain of blood and a raging wind. The desolate ancient battlefield reappeared, and the figure of that war god stood tall and imposing. Seeing the domineering and unparalleled war lord raise his battle axe, Zhou Yan steeled his heart, suddenly spread his arms wide, and proclaimed loudly:

"I am not Ji Xuanyuan!"

"Lord You, I'm here to negotiate terms!"

hum-

The battle axe came to a steady stop, its sharp edge just inches from Zhou Yan's eyes. The young Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps he hadn't been respectful enough before, which was why this war lord was so angry.

Looking at Chi You's appearance, Zhou Yan tried to put on a gentle smile and attempted to communicate in a refined and polite manner: "I mean, it's just..."

A dangerous and cunning grin suddenly appeared on the face of the warlord.

He paused for a moment, then brought his giant axe down with even greater ferocity!
lied to you.

Even if you speak politely, you can still be killed!

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yan opened his eyes again, panting heavily. Seeing that the Lord of War was still there, it seemed that Kaiming had finally been unable to pull him out. Zhou Yan's lips twitched, and he said, "Fast and Slow Blade, you can even use deceptive moves?"

"Wait a minute, I'm not Ji Xuanyuan—"

"die!!!"

"I really am here to discuss terms!"

"die!!"

"Can you say something other than 'death'? Use a different word!"

"Go to hell!"

"What the hell?! Aren't you going a bit too far?!"

"die!"

"It's turned back again?"

Having been killed countless times, Lord Zhou's anger escalated layer by layer, finally reaching its peak. In the end, he could no longer hold back. This time, before the Lord of War could even stop, the young Taoist priest, wielding his sword, charged wildly towards that direction.

Courage cannot bridge the gap in strength.

But in the heat of battle, Zhou Yan's blade still struck the soldier's chest. As it pierced through, the young Taoist grinned maliciously, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the soldier's body. His grin was arrogant and savage. He raised his middle finger and roared with his last breath:
"Fuck you!"

"I'm giving you face, right?"

"Chi You!!!"

The next moment, Zhou Yan was shredded, but even as he was shredded, he still glared at the Lord of War with those eyes, his fingers still in an insulting and provocative posture. Are you convinced? No!

I'd rather die than submit.

Zhou Yan is just that kind of stubborn person.

boom! ! !
The warlord slammed the giant axe in his hand onto the ground. His hands gripped the handle, and a flicker of something entirely different finally appeared in his bloodshot eyes. He whispered:

“A brat from the Xuanyuan tribe…”

After a brief silence, a voice filled with a hint of amusement and approval rang out.

"good."

(End of this chapter)