Soul Town: Claiming the throne? You've asked my Tian Ce Army, haven't you?

"what?"

Shi Mo hadn't expected this answer: "Even if the Yellow Emperor were to descend to the mortal realm in disguise, he might not be able to defeat him?"

"It's hard to say..."

It's indeed hard to say about Cangjie, because the theoretical upper limit of incarnating in the lower realm is the ninth realm of immortality. This is only if a god can do two things at once perfectly. No god has ever done that before.

The swordsman before him, Jian Wushuang, had already surpassed the ninth level of the Immortal Realm, and his human body was comparable to that of a god. This was the first time he had ever seen such a situation...

Chapter 347: The Tang Clan's Trump Card

Soon, Jian Wushuang and Shi Mo arrived at the sky above Tianluoyuan on their swords. As soon as they got close, a dense barrage of hidden weapons and flying knives shot towards them from the dense forest below.

Before the hidden weapons could even get close to the two, they were cleaved into pieces by the invisible sword energy surrounding Jian Wushuang, and fell to the ground...

Jian Wushuang didn't want to pay attention to this group of people, but suddenly a giant as tall as a mountain appeared in front of him.

The giant's face was ancient and majestic, with a mountain-shaped mark on his forehead, and his eyes burned with golden divine flames. His upper body was bare, and his muscles were as angular as mountain rocks.

His skin was bronze in color, with golden river patterns appearing on it.

The Xuanhua axe in his hand had a blade as wide as a city gate, a handle as thick as an ancient tree, and was covered with ancient water patterns.

Standing on the giant's shoulder was a middle-aged man in his thirties named Qing Cang, the general guarding the outer perimeter of Qianji City.

His divine realm is the ninth level of creation, and his guardian deity is the Giant Spirit God, which is the giant standing beneath his feet...

Qing Cang crossed his arms and stared intently at Jian Wushuang and Shi Mo on the sword opposite him. "I am the guardian of Tianluo Abyss. Outsiders are not allowed to enter this place!"

"You can still retreat before you go too far, or you will face the consequences!"

Although the sword-wielding maneuver reminded him of the legendary swordsman, the Tang Clan had already declared that the swordsman was dead, so he hadn't considered that possibility.

"It seems this is indeed the Tang Clan..."

Upon hearing Jian Wushuang's words, Qing Cang frowned, but still stubbornly replied, "You've come to the wrong place. This is Tianluo Abyss, a private territory, and has nothing to do with the Tang Sect!"

Jian Wushuang had made up his mind. He turned around, took out a small bag containing Spirit Radiance Coins, and handed it to Shi Mo, "This is your reward..."

Shi Mo took the bag of spirit coins with a bewildered look on his face, then felt a dizzying sensation and landed hanging on a tree branch below...

"Take him!"

The guard squad surrounding Thousand Machine City below swarmed towards Shi Mo, preparing to take down his accomplice first.

Shi Mo wanted Cang Jie to help him escape, but a flash of sword light suddenly appeared, and the guard squad in front of him fell to the ground, their limbs scattered everywhere, emitting continuous screams of pain...

He looked up and saw Jian Wushuang holding the nameless sword, hovering in the air. "Let him go..."

"Don't think about it!"

Ignoring the disparity in strength, Qing Cang roared, "Take them all down!"

An arrow shot through the clouds from the dense forest behind the Giant Spirit God, and another large group of outer guards surged toward Shi Mo. The guardian deities were also of various kinds.

Besides the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, there are also underworld ghost messengers, whose overall strength is not very strong...

"Cangjie, let's go!"

Shi Mo hurriedly spoke, and the word "Flash" appeared before him. As the word "Flash" enveloped his entire body, he transformed into a streak of light and flew away into the distance...

"They actually ran away!"

On the other side, the Giant Spirit God roared and uprooted a mountain with his bare hands, raising it above his head and smashing it down towards Jian Wushuang in front of him.

Jian Wushuang neither dodged nor evaded, his figure transforming into a sword light as he charged towards the oncoming mountain peak. The mountain peak seemed to freeze in place, and countless sword lights flashed by in an instant.

The mountain peak was cleaved into countless fragments that rained down on the guard squad below, but Jian Wushuang remained unharmed...

Seeing this, the Giant Spirit God picked up his Xuanhua Battle Axe and charged towards Jian Wushuang, then brought the axe down with immense force, while Jian Wushuang also slashed out with his sword...

With a "clang," the handle of the Xuanhua axe was severed, and the axe head crashed heavily to the ground, while Qingcang's body fell limply off the giant spirit's shoulder.

His body and head separated in mid-air, crashing to the ground and turning into a pile of minced meat...

With the death of the Deity, the colossal spirit god, as large as a mountain, also vanished. Upon witnessing this, the guards below were terrified and hurriedly fled.

"General Qingcang is dead! Run!"

Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, "None of them will escape!"

He gripped the sword in his right hand and pointed his left hand at the hilt, the nameless sword flashing with divine light, the surrounding space trembling, and countless sword spirits emerging around him.

"Sword Soul, heed my command! Take down all those scoundrels!"

As soon as the words were spoken, countless sword spirits surged into the dense forest of Tianluo Abyss, reaping lives one after another, their screams echoing throughout the entire Tianluo Abyss...

At this time, the gates of Thousand Machine City were closed, the Thousand Machine Heavy Crossbows were set up, and the defending squad was ready for battle on the city walls...

Tang Wusheng personally arrived at the city gate, wearing a fitted stand-up collar battle robe with a pair of slightly upturned silver dragon scale shoulder armor extending from his shoulders.

Around his waist was a wide, deep-sea blue belt, with a dragon pearl emitting a faint blue glow in the center, and behind him was a semi-transparent cloak formed from flowing water.

He wore a pair of silver-white dragon-scale patterned war boots and an exquisite silver-white hair-binding crown, which was made for him by his guardian deity Ao Bing using his divine power.

Beside Tang Wusheng was an old man, who was the Immortal Seventh Realm expert that Mo Lan had mentioned before—Hai Ling, who was also the host of the East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang.

"Dragon Lord, shouldn't you change into your divine robes?"

Tang Wusheng looked at Hai Ling's simple gray cloth clothes and couldn't help but ask.

The divine garments are made with the power of the guardian deities and offer some protection when the gods fight each other, though it is minimal, it is better than nothing.

Hai Ling took a sip of wine from the gourd, shrugged, and said, "The divine robes are uncomfortable to wear; mine are much lighter..."

He listened to the screams echoing from the distant dense forest, his brow furrowed. "Have you provoked any particularly powerful figures? Your opponents seem formidable!"

Tang Wusheng was also clueless. The Tang Clan was carrying out assassination missions every day and had too many enemies. Who knew who they had offended?

Hai Ling put away the gourd, feeling a little regretful. "Damn it, I didn't take enough money!"

Noticing Tang Wusheng's nervous look, he reassured him, "Don't worry, I'm good at everything from eating and drinking to gambling and whoring. I don't have any other redeeming qualities, but I'm a man of my word!"

"Since I've taken your money, I'll definitely get things done for you and won't back out..."

Hearing this, Tang Wusheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, looked into the distance, and ordered his subordinates beside him, "Fire the Cloud Piercing Arrow!"

"Yes!"

As a cloud-piercing arrow soared into the sky, four more tall figures emerged from all directions of Thousand Machine City, arriving at the city gates and preparing for battle.

On the shoulders of these four tall figures stood an old man. They were the Tang Clan's trump cards, and only the successive sect leaders knew of their existence.

They are all immortal beings from the four realms of immortality, and their guardian deities are the Eastern King Dhritarashtra, the Southern King Virudhaka, the Western King Virupaksha, and the Northern King Vaishravana.

In other words, the previous sect leader, Tang Tianji, wasn't completely stupid and didn't mobilize them to go all in; otherwise, the Tang Sect would have been utterly powerless to resist.

Tang Wusheng did not send them to their deaths, but instead planned to have them cooperate with Hai Ling to deal with the invading enemy...

Chapter 348: The Name of the Sword God

Soon, Jian Wushuang fought his way to the front of Qianji City, where the surrounding Qianji heavy crossbows were all aimed at him, waiting for Tang Wusheng's order to attack.

Tang Wusheng did not rush into battle. After glancing at Jian Wushuang, he asked, "When did my Tang Clan offend you?"

Jian Wushuang glanced at him and said calmly, "A year ago, you assassinated a swordsman..."

He stopped there, and Tang Wusheng realized what he had said, his heart pounding with shock. His uncle's guess was right; he really wasn't dead...

Tang Wusheng gritted his teeth, trying to salvage the situation: "Is there any way to salvage this? We can compensate you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jian Wushuang unleashed a sword aura. Duowen Tianwang hurriedly opened his Hunyuan Treasure Umbrella to block the sword aura, but was forced back several steps by the aura before managing to stop it.

And this was just a casual strike from Jian Wushuang...

Tang Wusheng understood Jian Wushuang's attitude. There was no way to salvage the situation. So many high-ranking members of the Tang Clan hadn't managed to kill him, so they, with just a few of them, wouldn't stand a chance of winning.

But he still had to fight; he had to buy time for Xiaolan and Xiaoxiao to leave...

Tang Wusheng took a deep breath, his eyes hardening with resolve. "Everyone, listen to my command! Take him down at all costs!"

After receiving his order, the Four Heavenly Kings charged towards Jian Wushuang with their respective weapons, while the heavy crossbows and crossbows on the city wall fired a dense barrage of bolts at him.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tang Wusheng took out the Divine Decree and contacted his wife, Mo Lan, "Xiao Lan, take Xiao Xiao and leave through the secret passage!"

Mo Lan also noticed the commotion at the city gate and asked worriedly, "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Tang Wusheng rarely smiled, but this time he naturally revealed a smile.

"I'll catch up with you soon. After we leave, find a safe place to hide and don't come out!"

"But……"

Tang Wusheng immediately ended the call with Mo Lan and put away the Divine Decree. "Third Prince, do you dare to fight?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Ao Bing appeared beside Tang Wusheng. He had long silver-white hair, a pair of crystal-clear dragon horns on his head, and a light blue dragon pearl mark between his eyebrows.

He wore a silver-blue battle robe covered with fine dragon scales, and his cloak swirled endlessly like a deep-sea whirlpool.

Ao Bing, carrying his halberd, glanced at Jian Wushuang, who was single-handedly suppressing the Four Heavenly Kings, and warned, "Wusheng, after this battle, you will die!"

He didn't say "possibly," but rather "certainly will die"...

Tang Wusheng gripped a divine spear tightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Ever since Xiaoxiao was born, I've been terrified of death, afraid that after I die, my daughter and I will be bullied..."

"But now, I'm not afraid anymore. I won't let anyone hurt them. Even if it means death, I will protect them!"

"Haha, well said!"

Hai Ling, standing nearby, burst into laughter. "Since that's the case, then this old fellow will risk his life to fight alongside you!"

As soon as the words fell, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky, dark clouds gathered, and a colossal dragon, hundreds of feet long and surrounded by surging waves, flew out from the clouds.

The dragon's entire body was covered in deep-sea dark blue scales, each scale radiating a chilling blue light. Its head was ferocious, its horns were knotted like ancient coral, and its vertical pupils shone with a terrifying golden light.

He is the guardian deity of the sea – Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea!

Knowing the strength of his opponent, Ao Guang did not appear in human form, but instead emerged into the world in his most destructive form—a dragon…

On the battlefield at this time, the Four Heavenly Kings were already in retreat. The Jade Pipa of the Heavenly King of the Nation was cut in two by Jian Wushuang with a single sword and fell to the ground.

Wielding the Vajra Sword, the Heavenly King of Growth split into thousands of sword energies, which, with the assistance of the Heavenly King of Wide Vision, slashed at Jian Wushuang from various directions...