Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 879 - 586: Life and Death

"Old Yan!"

"Impressive!"

Wang Zhengyi's Demon Ape Avatar awakened, witnessing Yan Chuan displaying god-like prowess in North Mansion.

Single-handedly battling eight High Rank Divine Generals, he overwhelmingly had the upper hand, even dominating them.

His strength is exceptionally powerful.

With the 'Seventh Rank·Purple Gold Shuttle' in hand, he is even more unstoppable—

[Miracle Item·Purple Gold Shuttle (Level 61): Entirely purple-gold in color, with densely packed patterns forming stripes, sharp at both ends, slightly thick in the middle. Comprised of 10,086 palm-sized small shuttles with four forms. First form is 'Purple Gold Sword,' where 10,086 small shuttles form a large sword, sharp, heavy, capable of compressing sword qi, breaking through any barriers. Second form is 'Mountain Drilling Cone,' which rapidly drills underground, through mountains. Third form is 'Vajra Armor,' where small shuttles form armor, invincible. Fourth form is 'Purple Gold Battle Boots,' unleashing 'Wave Riding Micro Steps' to the maximum.]

After upgrading to seventh rank, the number of small shuttles surged to 10,086, greatly enhancing its power.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Yan Chuan wielding the Purple Gold Sword, donned in Vajra Armor, wearing Purple Gold Battle Boots, his power surged tremendously.

Feng Lie, Lei Po, Lin Cang, Han Rui, Su Han, Wu Hun, Zheng Yan, Chu Dian.

The eight-man squad.

Yan Chuan's figure was ghost-like, moving unpredictably, seemingly dangerous or calm, his advances were elusive, appearing and retreating like a phantom, effortlessly capturing Su Han, Wu Hun, Zheng Yan, and Chu Dian, locking them in North Mansion Prison.

North Mansion now houses four more war criminals.

Capturing sixth rank is easy.

Moreover, the military merit isn't much; even for East Marquis Country Divine Generals, the merit doubles to just 200 per person, which is still too little, better to capture them and listen to lectures regularly, helping Yan Chuan gain more feedback.

However.

The remaining two seventh-rank Divine Generals and two eighth-rank Divine Generals are harder to fight and capture, and after doubling the merit, it's quite significant, worth a killing spree.

"Kill!"

Yan Chuan's fighting spirit rose.

At this moment.

Another Divine General squad suddenly arrived.

Feng Lie, who was being pressured by Yan Chuan, suddenly rejoiced, hurriedly shouting, "Brother Li, save me!"

Turning his head, Yan Chuan saw six figures rapidly approaching, he patted the [Task Treasure Mirror] at his waist, instantly revealing their identities—

[Name: Li Feng

Nationality: East Marquis Country

Rank: Eighth Rank

True Skill: "Gale Technique"

Weapon: Seventh-rank·Gale Blade

Ultimate Moves:

Furious Wind Roll: Saber energy turns into a fierce wind sweeping outward.

Wind Blade Chaotic Dance: Waves of wind blades fly out like dense knives.]

[Name: Lin Yu

Nationality: East Marquis Country

Rank: Eighth Rank

True Skill: "Phantom Gun Technique"

Weapon: Seventh-rank·Phantom Gun

Ultimate Moves:

Illusion Shadows: Creates numerous illusionary gun shadows.

Spear Shadow Mysterious: Spear shadows move like cunning snakes.]

[Name: Su Yan

Nationality: East Marquis Country

Rank: Eighth Rank

True Skill: "Earth Splitting Heart Scripture"

Weapon: Seventh-rank·Earth Splitting Axe

Ultimate Moves:

Earth Splitting Slash: Delivers powerful axe strikes.

Beng Mountain Strike: Attacks with the force of a mountain breaking apart.]

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"More Divine Generals from East Marquis Country!"

"An eighth-rank squad!"

"All equipped with seventh-rank divine weapons!"

Yan Chuan's brows lifted slightly, facing their formidable strength. But he smiled inwardly, "Just in time, let me see to what extent my 'Wave Riding Micro Steps' has reached divine mastery."

Without a word, Yan Chuan swept his sword qi, already encircling the eight-member squad of eighth-rank Divine Generals who had rushed in.

"Today!"

"I want to fight ten!"

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Returning Ruins Sixth Battlefield.

Base No. 0314.

Area 211.

Across a world of ruins, thick smoke and dust linger heavily like a curtain between heaven and earth.

The ground was rugged and uneven, crisscrossed with deep and shallow ravines.

In the distant sky, remnants of walls stubbornly stood, mottled and scarred.

Above was shrouded in ominous clouds, occasionally streaked by deadly, pale lightning, booming thunderclaps blasting loudly.

Woooo~

The wind raged wildly, sweeping relentlessly, flying sand and stones.

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"He can only evade, can't hold out for long!"

The shouting of battle, the clanging of weapons interwoven fiercely.

The blood-stained ground emitted a nauseating stench of blood.

The wasteland.

Yan Chuan fought against ten.

The furious wind was like an enraged dragon, sand and dust danced wildly across the sky.

Li Feng wielded a Gale Blade emitting a fierce aura, his 'Gale Technique' pushed to the extreme, furious wind rolled, stirring a dire vortex of saber energy, wind blades danced chaotically like blades, the gale erased the world.

Yet.

They couldn't even touch Yan Chuan.

At this moment, his eyes bulged like coins, clutching the Gale Blade tightly, face tense, glancing around desperately for Yan Chuan's location, a look of severe tension as if facing a formidable enemy.

Lin Yu gripped a Phantom Gun, renowned for its elusive 'Phantom Gun Technique,' shadows of illusions were disorienting, gun shadows hovered like phantom ghosts, mysterious and slippery like serpents.

An ultimate move boasting no escape.

Yet Yan Chuan could evade.

Lin Yu's expression was deeply tense, sweat beading on his forehead, beneath his eyes he tracked the Flying God phantoms, hands trembling lightly clutching the Phantom Gun, inner anxiety extremely high-pitched.

Su Yan's sturdy hands gripped an Earth Splitting Axe, able to split the earth, swinging with mountain-crushing force, the ground shattered, sky broke. But now his face was shocked, teeth clenched, cheeks puffed, both hands gripping the Earth Splitting Axe firmly, deeply regretting, "When did Sitting Mountain Country produce such a formidable Divine General?"

"Can't beat him!"

"Honestly can't beat him!"

Han Yun swung a Feiyun Whip, clouds twining around, whip shadows slithered nimbly like snakes, him riddled with sword qi, face deathly pale as paper, the Feiyun Whip seemingly lost its past flexibility, becoming somewhat stiff.

Wu Lei wielding a Thunder Sword.

Zheng Hao gripping the Netherworld Shield.

Both regretting, choosing anyone else would be better, how did they provoke such an overwhelmingly proficient lightweight body technique wielding character?

"This person!"

"This movement technique!"

"Is he truly a Divine General?"

Now, all ten Divine Generals were amazed.

On the scene.

On the surface, it looked like the world was besieging Yan Chuan, yet unbeknownst, it was actually Yan Chuan assaulting these ten Divine Generals.

Wave Riding Micro Steps!

Innate Invincible!

...

"Fight!"

Li Feng was the first to risk his life, his eyes wide open, roaring loud, Gale Technique furious, saber energy transformed into wild winds, coming with a world-clearing force, among them contained excessively dense wind blades like swirling knife edges.

"Come!"

"Fight to the death!"

Su Yan roared loudly, enormous axe shadows with mountain-breaking power fiercely struck towards Yan Chuan.

Han Yun remained silent, his Feiyun Whip frantically swirling, clouds twining, the whip coiled like a swift snake towards Yan Chuan.

Wu Lei wielding Thunder Sword, lightning brightened, accompanied by thunderous rumbles.

Zheng Hao deploying Netherworld Shield, solidly advancing.

Counterattack!

Begins!

The ten Divine Generals, driven by combat instinct, nearly simultaneously entered life-and-death mode!

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