Sword qi crisscrossed, and sword intent filled the air.
Severing laws and cutting down the Dao, the laws grew chaotic, and chaos blanketed everything. The sky fell, the earth collapsed, and stars shattered, leaving the universe incredibly clear, as if it were the primordial world.
The demon beast Venerable lay in a pool of blood, its massive demon beast body sliced in half. Its Dao feathers shattered, its life force slowly fading, and even its Primordial Spirit had suffered a heavy blow.
This was the full-force strike of the number one cultivator in the Nine Provinces.
“Pfft...”
A mouthful of thick blood sprayed from the demon beast Venerable's mouth, its eyes turning extremely cold.
Also being a half-step Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator, it had never imagined that the gap between itself and Xiao Hongye would be so vast, to the point where it couldn't even resist.
...
Outside the royal capital, it was a scene of blood, with countless severed limbs and broken arms. Mounds of bones piled up into hills, and the earth was dyed a deep crimson.
Tang Yan fought hard against two Demon Lords alone. Covered in wounds and bleeding all over, he sensed the dying Huangfu Cheng in the city. Deep grief filled his heart, but he could not leave; he still had to protect the peace of the royal capital.
“Your King is dead, give up your resistance,” the Roc Demon Lord said as he flapped his wings, thunderous power swirling around him.
In an instant, the laws of lightning interwove. Strands of lightning power filled the air, condensing into a lightning spear that slashed down with immense force.
With a muffled bang, Tang Yan raised his sword to block, only to be ambushed from behind by the other Demon Lord. A sharp claw sliced through his skin, leaving a bloody gash.
Pfft.
Tang Yan's body flew back uncontrollably. His armor was completely shattered, exposing a torso covered in wounds, both new and old.
“His Majesty possesses the Body of the Supreme Sovereign! How could he be slain by mere insects like you?!”
“Still putting up a desperate struggle,” the Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord sneered.
These humans were already at the end of their rope. Countless among the eighty thousand soldiers had been killed or wounded, with only slightly over ten thousand survivors still resisting—nowhere near enough to withstand their onslaught.
Tang Yan propped his body up with his sword. Covered in wounds, he swore not to retreat. Though his aura was like a flickering candle in the wind, he still had his mission.
Those soldiers were still fighting, the citizens in the city were still hoping for their return, and His Majesty... was still waiting for him to govern this prosperous age together.
He could not fall.
“Sovereign Sky-Shattering Banner!”
Tang Yan's roar echoed through this space, as if to pierce the heavens. His face contorted with rage, his eyes wide and bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead.
Following his roar, a massive banner appeared in his hand.
Ancient runes were engraved on the surface of the banner, emitting a faint glow, seemingly containing endless power.
At the center of the banner was a depiction of the current Human Emperor holding Dizu, pointing toward the distance, with countless heroes surging toward the tip of the blade.
Tang Yan unfurled the banner on the battlefield, and the aura around him suddenly expanded like a star on the verge of exploding. With his final, flickering breath, he ignited the banner.
In an instant, endless power of laws flooded into his body like a torrent, merging with his own strength.
“For His Majesty! For the common people! For our homeland!”
“Soldiers, charge with me!”
Tang Yan roared fiercely. His aura was no longer withered; his entire body shone brilliantly like an undefeated god of war as he waved the banner and charged at the very front.
“Together in life and death!”
“Together in life and death!”
The surviving soldiers looked at that peerless figure and launched their final charge. This was their only remaining pride, and they would not allow foreign races to trample upon it.
Sensing the terrifying power of the banner, the Roc Demon Lord cursed him as a lunatic and quickly gathered the laws of lightning. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts interwoven, raining down from the heavens.
Roar!
The other Demon Lord, the Heavenly Tiger, did the same. Pure laws of the Dao surged as he swung his claws—carrying power comparable to a Heavenly Weapon—at the death-defying Tang Yan.
“Die!”
Tang Yan's golden light flared magnificently. The peerless banner—condensed from the blood and battles of countless ancestors and refined with the Imperial Dragon Qi by the Human Emperor—unleashed its ultimate strike.
The Imperial Dragon Qi filled the air, its sovereign majesty brooking no disrespect. Suppressing the world, a hundred imperial chains of order cascaded from heaven and earth, binding the Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord.
“What?!”
The Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord was shocked. This was actually a Primordial Dao Heavenly Weapon?!
And it was a top-tier weapon on the verge of entering the ranks of Sovereign Weapons.
Its outstretched claws froze in midair, unable to advance even half a step. Tang Yan waved the banner, and in a dazzling display, nine five-clawed golden dragons manifested in the sky, roaring as they descended.
“Ah! Get lost!”
The Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord's demonic energy surged as he transformed into a white-browed tiger several hundred zhang tall with wings on its back, attempting to break the chains through brute force.
Crack!
Several chains of law were shattered, but heaven and earth immediately dropped more chains with even greater power and stronger suppression, until the Heavenly Tiger was completely bound!
“Die!”
Tang Yan's face was fierce. His blood energy burned, and his life force was rapidly fading, but he felt no fear. Behind him was his nation, his homeland.
Only by fighting to the death could the war be stopped!
Heaven and earth responded to his plea, cascading down hundreds of millions of strands of auspicious light. They merged with the banner in Tang Yan's hand, laws interweaving to form a chaotic color.
Roar!
The Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord roared, baring his savage fangs, yet he could not hide the deep terror in his eyes—an instinctual dread.
The word “lunatic” perfectly described Tang Yan at this moment.
The grief of the Great Dao descended. Countless laws and runes spewed from the banner, swallowing the Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord and destroying his body.
“Get lost!”
The Roc spread its wings across ten thousand li, then dived down, kicking the almost fully burned-out Tang Yan in the torso. With a loud bang, Tang Yan spat blood as he was sent flying.
“Feather Transformation!”
The Roc's sharp feathers carried tens of thousands of strands of mana, each radiating a golden glow—the manifestation of its entire lifetime of cultivation.
Sizzle.
The auspicious light cascading from heaven and earth dispersed, and the chains woven from the laws of the Great Dao shattered. In just a breath, the Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord had more than half of his body erased by the grief of the Great Dao.
“Pfft!”
The Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord spat blood. His massive head had been swallowed by the chaotic energy, leaving behind stark white bones and a pair of crimson eyeballs.
On his torso, ribs cracked, and his internal organs spilled out as endless blood gushed.
“Hehe... I was almost killed by you,” the Heavenly Tiger Demon Lord spoke, his stark white skull clicking. His eyes were frighteningly cold. If the Roc hadn't intervened in time, he truly would have perished.
Tang Yan propped himself up with both hands on the flagpole, struggling to stand. His battered body was covered in bleeding wounds, and sticky, blood-soaked hair covered his eyes as blood dripped from the tips of his hair.
The bloody claw mark on his chest was eroding his skin and destroying his internal organs, accelerating the burning of his already flickering life.
That one strike could have killed a great enemy.
Now, there was no hope left.
Tang Yan looked back at his soldiers—some dead, some maimed, some decapitated, some devoured by demon beasts, and others toyed with until they died.
The ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river, a scene of utter apocalypse. A bloody mist shrouded the sky, swallowed the earth, and submerged them all.
Without a doubt, they had lost.
“Your... Majesty...”
Tang Yan's eyes gradually lost their color as his life force dissipated. His hands propping up the flagpole fell away naturally, and his entire body collapsed forward uncontrollably.
In his daze, he seemed to see that figure he had always been chasing after. Tang Yan smiled faintly. “This time, please proceed alone...”
He was always on the path of charging forward, blazing a trail for his most beloved brother, emperor, and people. But he was too tired.
His talent did not allow him to advance any further.
Tang Yan died on the path of charging forward. The banner in his hand, which symbolized the Supreme Sovereign, let out a mournful cry and fluttered in the wind to drape over his body.
The divine weapon possessed a spirit, and it wailed for him.
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