Origin Paradise!

Jiang He slashed the enemy general's personal guard with a single stroke and calmly said, "Reserve troops, do not move."

The man looked on in disbelief. After confirming that he had heard the word "do not move," he gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran towards the city.

Whoosh!

Unfortunately, Jiang He swung his black blade and killed him, then turned and delivered two punches, shattering the armor of two guards.

……

On the city wall, Sheng Gui, seeing that the man had not returned, sent out two more men. After finally receiving the prince's answer, he lowered his head and remained silent.

But just then, a vicious soldier saw that the enemy on the siege ladder was about to climb to the top of the city wall. He looked around and saw that there was no more wood left. He simply lunged forward and jumped down, causing more than a dozen enemy soldiers to tumble down from the siege ladder.

"Glory to the King!"

The twenty-odd vicious soldiers followed suit, leaping down and repelling another wave of enemy attacks.

"Glory to the King!"

"You son of a bitch, Prince Yong is your real father?!"

Sheng Gui was dumbfounded; the Prince of Yong was incredibly fierce.

The attacks continued relentlessly, and fewer and fewer people remained on the city walls.

Two more vicious soldiers jumped out.

Sheng Gui was initially confused, but then burst into hearty laughter.

"If even a common soldier is like this, how can I, a general, live on!"

"People of Dongyang, just build us a small temple!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sheng Gui vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and with his hands and feet, he followed a vicious soldier out of the city wall.

The evil soldier caught a glimpse of Sheng Gui out of the corner of his eye and blinked in surprise. A hint of approval appeared in his eyes as he raised a thumb.

"Glory to the King!"

Sheng Gui roared a meaningless slogan, grabbed a Northern Wei soldier, and tumbled down the ladder, eventually falling to his death.

Chapter 563 Second Candidate for the World

The battle raged on.

Clang!

When the black blade struck the two hundredth guard at the breach in the city wall, but was blocked, the surrounding Northern Wei soldiers were stunned for a moment.

Those present then realized that even the Prince of Yong, who had been fighting all this time, could get tired.

In a mere instant.

General Hou's spirits lifted. He keenly realized that the final moment had arrived, and with his own troops' morale extremely low, he decisively gave the order:

"The main force will advance the flag!"

"Mr. Jian, it's your turn to make a move."

"Order to take off."

The general's platform moved forward, greatly boosting the morale of the Northern Wei army.

call out!

A firework shot into the sky and exploded.

On the streets of Dongyang City, the original garrison commander of the North Wall led less than two hundred soldiers to charge towards the city wall. His biological father was a refugee from Wuyang County. However, when the refugees gathered, the Prince of Yong did not show them any mercy. Instead, he used them to attack the Northern Wei army.

"The hatred of killing one's own parent is irreconcilable!"

"Today the city falls, and wealth and glory will follow!"

The garrison commander on the north wall was filled with hatred. He had endured for many days, communicating with his superiors and subordinates, and finally managed to gather enough people with the help of the Northern Wei spies.

On another street, nearly three hundred martial arts practitioners also rushed out.

Long before the Northern Wei army attacked Dengfeng City, these Jianghu people had already infiltrated for more than half a year, their whereabouts kept secret. The only time they almost got exposed was on the day of the great upheaval in the Prince's Mansion. When the curfew patrol soldiers passed by the inn where they were hiding, it was because their superiors ordered them to investigate the situation inside the Prince's Mansion.

At this moment, nearly five hundred people stormed the city gate.

Like the most crucial arrow, it is about to decide the outcome.

But just as the rebels were about to reach the city gate, a simple and honest man, as imposing as an iron tower, rushed out of the arrow tower. Old Hei led a full thousand Yongwang Guard reserves, and under the protection of Ah San, charged into the rebels.

The two groups immediately began fighting.

……

boom!

A single straight kick shattered the guard and his armor.

Jiang He caught his breath for a moment. In his line of sight, due to the advance of the General's Platform, even more Northern Wei soldiers were attacking.

"Sword One, Heaven and Earth are born together."

As the gentle, jade-like voice of the middle-aged scholar rang out, the general's personal guards retreated one after another, making way for the seventh-ranked candidate in the land.

As the words fell, a silver flying sword burst forth from the sword box in Mr. Jian's palm. Its powerful true essence was released, transforming into countless sword energies that poured out in a magnificent display, ultimately creating a giant sword more than ten meters long between heaven and earth.

"cut!"

A giant silver sword descended from the sky, like a god wielding a guillotine.

Mr. Jian looked at his opponent with regret. He knew very well how powerful this Prince of Nanliang was. He had such cultivation at such a young age, and his future was almost a sure thing. It was just a pity that he was just a flash in the pan.

Boom!

Suddenly, a series of rumbling thunderclaps sounded.

Mr. Jian's pupils suddenly contracted, a powerful roar as his blood surged wildly.

In just a moment, the power of time descended.

All the scars accumulated on Jiang He's body healed, and his energy and stamina flowed back like a clear spring. Under his extremely powerful physique, golden blood was boiling. The killing of more than 7,000 people caused the silkworm pattern to grow again, and six pairs of dragon and elephant patterns appeared on his body.

—The final time loop.

The moment of returning to one's peak.

Jiang He clenched his fist and thrust it out with all his might.

A golden rainbow, entirely constructed of fist energy and power, shot into the sky, shattering the giant sword that resembled a divine guillotine. The shattered fist energy fell to the ground like arrows, killing hundreds of personal guards and soldiers. The aftershocks of the immense power of the six dragons and six elephants left craters in the ground.

"How can it be……"

Mr. Jian's expression changed slightly.

Having slain over 7,000 enemy soldiers, the fact that they still had the ability to fight again was a result that greatly exceeded expectations.

"Sword Two, Serpent Mountain Without Edge."

"JX3, The Moon Buries the Flowers".

Two flying swords were sent out, one soaring into the air and the other plunging into the ground.

In an instant, the city wall seemed to bloom with moonlight, and sword energy petals drifted down. The ground writhed, and three thousand sword snakes suddenly converged and strangled the enemy.

The two swords combined to seal the heavens and the earth.

Jiang He stomped forward, and the sword snakes on the ground shattered completely with the force of the impact. Sword flowers fell on his body, striking him like iron, producing a clanging sound.

The Celestial Hunter was activated, and the dense solar energy around him was torn apart, forcibly bringing him to the speed of a normal sub-hero.

Boom!

Jiang He unleashed a punch, six dragon-shaped energy swirling around his arm. The impact on the vacuum produced a resounding roar, seemingly the cry of a dragon.

Mr. Sword felt a chill run down his spine and immediately raised two flying swords in front of him to form a combined defense.

"Swords six and seven, golden spears and iron horses."

A surge of sword energy erupted as a gate, carved with dense military formations, rose from the ground, revealing the lifelike figures of cavalry and armor within.

Click!

The sword energy gate collapsed.

A heavy punch landed on the enemy's chest; even though he had lost seven-tenths of his strength, he was still no match for him.

Mr. Jian retreated a hundred feet, his legs carving furrows in the ground. His chest had collapsed, and his internal organs were cracked.

There was no chance to strike again; the enemy was incredibly powerful.

"Sword Nine... Landscape Inkstone".

Mr. Jian's face was pale, and a few drops of extremely rare heart blood seeped from his fingertips. Among the nine flying swords in the sword box, the only flying sword that was fused with his natal secret technique, the Mountain and Water Inkstone, burst forth.

call!

A thick fog rose, and within the small space of the inkstone lay a landscape of mountains and rivers, with each mountain and stream surrounding both friend and foe. The inkstone itself was forged from pure sword energy, and the omnipresent sword light, like countless fine needles, pierced Jiang He's body, leaving it riddled with holes and bleeding profusely.

"A couple of times."

"But it seems he only has a couple of skills."

The presence of celestial and terrestrial abilities envelops the surroundings, effectively isolating the area from external observation.

Mr. Jian watched as his enemy suddenly grasped a silver spear. He couldn't understand it. The unparalleled ferocity was like a group of volcanoes erupting wildly, and the unprecedentedly intense killing intent almost dyed the mountains and rivers crimson.

"The gap... is too big."

Mr. Jian's expression turned slightly somber. It wasn't just the difference between him and Prince Yong; even Prince Yong himself showed a world of difference in strength before and after wielding the gun.

boom!

As Jiang He suddenly thrust, the landscape and the heavens and earth immediately began to collapse.

"Sword Six Seven: Golden Spears and Iron Horses"

The triple sword energy gates rose from the ground, and within the world created by the natal flying sword, the defensive effect underwent a qualitative leap.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the door shattered.

Jiang He charged through without using any special moves. The sheer force of the Long-Hate Dragon Spear, combined with its weight, unleashed a violent impact that shattered all defenses, pierced through Mr. Sword's chest, and, despite having an 80% total damage immunity, completely extinguished his life.

boom!

Mr. Jian was killed by the Dragon Soul, his body exploded, but before he died, his head revealed a strange smile.

Jiang He seized the opportunity to absorb the essence of the enemy's blood, strengthening his own energy nature: Sin and Poison.

But in the next moment, all eight epic flying swords merged into the "Landscape Inkstone," transforming into a longsword that pierced his heart from behind—a final strike, a life for a life.

Unfortunately, the fatality of this person has long since diminished to the point where it can be ignored.

Jiang He drew his heroic longsword, which could injure his immortal-level physique, so its quality was naturally extraordinary.

The Long-Hate Dragon Spear immediately devoured its fill.

[Hint: Your signature weapon effect, Death Mist, has been upgraded to Mist Miniature World]

[Hint: Your signature weapon's weight has increased, now as heavy as a medium-sized aircraft carrier, yet you wield it with ease]

[Hint: Your Immortal-level Sinister Poison has been upgraded to LV20]

Silver Spear returns to the Gluttony Paradise, the Heavenly Imperial City.

As the thick fog dissipated, Jiang He stepped back onto the battlefield, carrying Mr. Jian's severed head in her hand.

On the General's Platform, five miles away, General Hou's pupils constricted.

boom!

The gates of Dongyang City opened on their own.

Three thousand skeletal dragon riders, ready for battle, charged forward in formation.

At this moment, the Tiange Army and the Tiele Army still have at least 70,000 troops, giving them an absolute advantage in strength. However, the biggest problem is that the enemy's commander is currently too far forward.

Jiang He decided to stop holding back, exhausting all 80,000 energy points in his body. He unleashed two long, space-tearing strikes, instantly cleaving the 4,000 elite troops in the densest part of the city at the waist.

The silkworm pattern reappears, symbolizing the power of seven dragons and seven elephants.