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At the westernmost edge of the Nine Provinces, the vast land merges with the sea of ​​clouds on the horizon.

Deng Chanyu rode a newly acquired warhorse, leading three hundred elite cavalrymen on patrol along the border.

She's different now than before.

She carried the Falling Star Bow that Lin Xuan had given her at her waist and wore specially made witch clan armor.

Her belly wasn't showing yet, but she knew there was already a little life inside.

Since marrying Lin Xuan, Deng Chanyu has never returned to Chaoge City.

She felt she couldn't become a coward just because she got married.

The front line needed someone to guard it, so Deng Chanyu stayed here.

Of course, Lin Xuan didn't stop her.

He secretly added three layers of protective formations to her armor and had Lin Wu come to the front line from time to time, ostensibly for "training," but in reality to act as his aunt's bodyguard.

Lin Wu didn't come today.

Deng Chanyu led her cavalry on the border for most of the day, and as the sun began to set, she prepared to retreat.

"General, there's something unusual at the mountain pass ahead." A personal guard rode up to them.

"What's wrong?"

"The sky looks strange. The western sky has turned red, like it's on fire. And... there's a strange, fishy smell about it."

Deng Chanyu frowned.

She looked up and glanced westward.

Something's definitely not right.

On the western horizon, a large patch of dark red light surged within the clouds.

That wasn't the sunset.

The setting sun doesn't bring that suffocating heat wave.

"All troops, prepare for battle!" Deng Chanyu drew her short sword from her waist.

Just then, a dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from the dark red light on the horizon.

The golden light was moving at an extreme speed.

It took less than half a breath for it to appear and get close.

Deng Chanyu's pupils contracted sharply.

She saw the true nature of the golden light—a small knife, no bigger than the palm of her hand.

The blade gleamed with gold, and was engraved with dense sun patterns.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was instantly burned into a vacuum.

Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!

Deng Chanyu had never seen this thing before, but her intuition told her that this knife would kill her.

In that critical moment, Deng Chanyu's body reacted faster than her mind.

She yanked the Falling Star Bow from her waist, and without even drawing the string, she held the entire bow in front of her.

The Falling Star Bow is a treasure acquired through merit, containing profound power of human virtue.

"clang--"

A piercing crash rang out over the border.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife struck the Falling Star Bow, but was deflected by half an inch by the power of merit.

That mere half-inch saved Deng Chanyu's life.

The throwing knife flew past her shoulder and sliced ​​off a lock of her hair.

However, the solar poison fire attached to the throwing knife was not blocked.

A terrifying golden flame exploded from the trajectory of the flying knife, spreading instantly.

Deng Chanyu and the cavalry behind her were engulfed by the flames.

This fire is completely different from ordinary fire.

It carries the scorching heat and toxicity of the sun, penetrating to the bone once it touches the skin.

"Ah—" Several guards screamed in agony as they were burned.

Deng Chanyu herself also suffered burns to her left arm.

She was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, but she didn't utter a sound.

She gripped the bow tightly in her hand, gritting her teeth as she looked in the direction from which the flying knife had come.

Outside the barrier of Kyushu, a figure floated in mid-air.

It was a bald man wearing a golden monk's robe.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with a deep-seated hatred.

It was none other than Lu Ya Dao Ren.

No, he should be called Vairocana Buddha now.

He stood outside the barrier, his hands clasped together, muttering incantations.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife drew an arc in mid-air, then flew back and landed steadily in his palm.

"A woman of the Great Shang." Lu Ya's voice came from outside the barrier, icy and chilling.

"Your husband killed nine of my brothers. Today, I'll start with you."

Deng Chanyu was burning hot from the scorching sun, but her eyes showed no sign of fear.

"Who do you think you are? If you're so capable, come in and fight me one-on-one! You're just hiding outside and shooting arrows from the shadows!"

Lu Ya ignored her.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife in his hand lit up again.

Second knife.

Deng Chanyu knew she couldn't withstand the second blow.

Although the Falling Star Bow was effective, her own cultivation level was too low to activate all the power of merit.

That last block was already the limit.

The sea of ​​fire spread around, and the heat distorted the view.

Deng Chanyu gripped the bow tightly, ready to fight to the death.

But she didn't get to receive the second cut.

Because she suddenly felt a warm vibration in her waist.

That was a communication array that Lin Xuan had engraved on her belt before he left.

The array lights up, indicating that the signal has been sent.

Lin Xuan, far away in the Moon Palace of Pangu Palace, sensed everything through the causal line the instant Lu Ya's first sword flew out.