Chapter 753
2 Martial Saints' Battle
"You've reached the Martial Saint realm?" Jiuzhu's voice was grating.
"You'll know once you try it." Qi Tian said coldly without expression. His figure moved through the void with incredible speed, as if teleporting. He recalled the long halberd that had been sent flying and pounced directly at Jiu Zhu.
Seeing this, Jiuzhu let out a cold snort, clasped his hands together, and a faint light bloomed from the Niwan point. An ancient green lamp floated out from it, growing larger in the wind.
The lamps glowed dimly, and as Jiuzhu pointed forward, nine ferocious fire snakes instantly spewed out, heading straight for Qitian, who was striding through the void to attack.
Soon, the two collided and fought each other, causing ripples to spread through the void.
However, after using fire snakes to entangle Qi Tian, the Nine Candles of the Holy Land retreated instead of advancing, and with a sway of their feet, they retreated towards the outside of the pass.
His purpose in being invited by the King of Beiliang was to test the waters and provide cover, not to engage in a bloody battle. Qi Tian's sudden attainment of the Martial Saint was beyond the plan, and his arrival was so timely, as if he had been prepared all along. This had already set off alarm bells in his mind, so there was naturally no need for him to stay here.
He always harbored some apprehension; since the person from Yunding Mountain hadn't shown up, he constantly felt that someone was watching him from the shadows.
Retreating in time is the wise thing to do.
His retreat threw the Northern Liang army into chaos. The soldiers, who were already engaged in a fierce battle to capture the city, were thrown into turmoil when they saw their Martial Saint flying away towards the border.
In that brief moment of hesitation, heads began to fall, triggering a chain reaction that drastically reduced the morale of the Northern Liang army, causing riots within the ranks and prompting some to retreat.
As the unrest broke out, the army collapsed like a house of cards, as if their courage had been extinguished. The Northern Liang army was thrown into chaos, and many soldiers retreated.
No refunds allowed.
"Push it up, push it up!"
"Those who disobey military orders will be beheaded. What about the supervisory team?"
On the Dragon-Tiger battlefield, General Dragon-Tiger, who was in charge of commanding this operation, saw that the morale of his men had plummeted due to the retreat of that Mr. Jiu. His face turned ashen and he shouted angrily, wanting to withdraw to the ground battlefield to stop the avalanche of the situation.
He knew that if he retreated, it would lead to a complete rout.
As a result, Old Man Dong of the Dragon-Raising Clan, who had just been overpowered by them, immediately became more energetic. He used his magic gourd to send out several ropes to block their way, shouting:
"Want to leave? No way. Weren't you having a good time beating me up just now?"
"Today I'll risk everything to keep you two arrogant bastards here."
As he spoke, he yelled and shouted to bolster his own momentum, keeping the two powerful figures from Northern Liang entangled. Perhaps they also began to back down, because he ended up making them flustered and disorganized.
On the other hand, Qi Tian saw that the evil martial saint was about to leave, but he did not intend to let him go. His halberd danced in the void, leaving a sky full of afterimages, and smashed the nine green fire pythons one by one. Then, he grabbed at the opponent's hand from a distance with his other hand.
In an instant, several miles away, the clouds in the void stirred, and a huge, stone-gray hand, like a cloud hanging from the sky, blocked the opponent's path and pressed down.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Shengdi Jiuzhu sneered and snorted, his speed undiminished, "You think you can stop me with your newly promoted Martial Saint status?"
As he spoke, his body erupted with blazing blue flames, like a pillar of blue fire, which transformed into a beam of light that pierced directly through the giant hand.
"You seem to be good at escaping, even your words are so passionate." Qi Tian's hand, which was pressing down in the void, was deflected. Instead of being angry, he laughed and mocked loudly. At the same time, his figure transformed into a stream of light, as if it were only a few inches away, tearing through the sky and chasing after this Martial Saint of the Holy Land, all the way to the border.
Jiuzhu was furious. Qitian, a newly promoted Martial Saint, dared to humiliate him like this, refusing to let him go and insisting on fighting him. Was he trying to use him as a touchstone for becoming a Martial Saint?
Enraged, he suddenly turned around, stood in mid-air, and the color on the Crimson Demon Mask turned a deep, vibrant red. The crimson color instantly came to life, then swelled in the wind, transforming into a gigantic demon face, its oppressive aura tearing through the clouds.
A pair of green pupils lit up inside, spinning rapidly, exuding a violent and ferocious aura, like Jiu Zhu, or perhaps a monstrous demon. The Crimson Demon's large face, with its bared fangs, opened its massive maw and roared in the direction from which Qi Tianfei had come.
A ripple in space spread out instantly like water, incredibly swiftly, causing the mountains and forests below to explode and rise into the air.
A single roar shattered mountains and rivers.
General Qi Tian, who was chasing from the void, forcefully broke through more than a dozen spatial strangulations. Then, he stomped his halberd on the void beneath his feet, and a golden sound rang out. The immense power smoothed out the ripples in the surrounding space.
Then, its body swayed and transformed into a giant. With a flick and a swing, it struck the giant face of the red demon, amidst the trembling rocks and cracking earth.
"boom"
"boom"
"boom"
The rocks were pulverized by the spatial ripples, exploding into clouds of smoke and dust in the air, filling the sky, and the roar was abruptly interrupted.
But then, upon seeing this, the giant red demon's eyes, like two large lamps, flashed with anger, followed by a fierce roar.
"The Holy Body of Demon Luo!"
With this shrill roar, blood dripped from the giant face of the vengeful ghost, like a river of blood, and then, at an incredible speed, condensed into a demonic body that was a hundred and eighty feet tall.
At this moment, two horns sprouted from the top of the demon's head, pointing diagonally to the sky, as red as a branding iron. Its long hair was no longer black, but turned into frost-white withered strands, scattered and hanging down to its shoulders and back. The demon's flesh seemed to have been scorched by a raging fire, uneven, with scorch marks and dark red bloodstains.
The upper jaw fangs suddenly erupted, sharp and long, with a faint, scorching breath escaping between them, and a metallic clang could be heard when they bit down.
Eight arms sprouted from his back, each different from the others. Some were covered in scales and armor, harder than divine iron; others had arms like mysterious crystal, exuding a terrifying icy aura.
It's as if someone forcibly transplanted eight different arms onto this demonic body, revealing eight different powers.
When this evil martial saint manifested his eight-armed demonic body through the Crimson Ghost Mask, his ferocity immediately surged, and his eight arms blasted towards the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
Soon, the two forms collided face to face, like two giant gods fighting each other in the world. Every punch landed hard, and the wilderness and forests below were completely destroyed. Countless birds cried out and flew away to escape, only to disintegrate in mid-air.
After half a cup of tea, the two fought for thirty rounds. The eight-armed demonic body manifested by the evil martial saint had three arms broken, and its aura was fading rapidly. However, its scarlet green eyes did not panic. Instead, it looked at the general Qi Tian, whose divine armor was damaged and who had several wounds, and revealed a mocking expression.
"Qi Tian, I will remember this day."
"Don't waste your energy. Do you really think you can keep me here?"
"This is merely an avatar that I have created using magic. I am not foolish enough to personally risk my life to test that cunning fellow on Cloud Peak."
"I'm leaving, don't bother seeing me off!" Jiuzhu sneered, and then his towering, mountain-like demonic body vanished from the world like sand, disappearing without a trace.
On the other side, Qi Tian, who had been promoted to Martial Saint and was covered in wounds, did not look dejected when he saw that this person had disappeared without a trace. Instead, he had a meaningful smile on his face.
After all this time, Lord Chen should have found the other party's true location by now.
Just as he was thinking this, a roar of alarm and anger echoed from a secluded place a hundred miles away. (End of Chapter)