Chapter 967: Chapter 852: Blade Slices Clay Idol, Shattering the Ruined Heavens

Four Eastern and Southern Prefectures, a curse for ten thousand people.

Xinshan Town, a penny suppresses a hundred plays.

The Beidu Tiekan King and Long Hero King face off, various masters clash in the battle formations, blood splatters everywhere, competing for supremacy.

In the mountains of ten thousand, Monkey Wine hangs and kills sixty thousand soldiers of the King of Chaos, pointing directly to the Mountain-viewing Zhu of the Southern Border.

Any of these formations placed in the past, would be the greatest conjuration battle in the world in over twenty years, except for when Lao Junmei skinned the Emperor alive and the Dragon Well Curse killed 170,000 members of the royal family.

But now, the battle of conjurations from all directions has become one, disrupting yin and yang, traversing the underworld and the human world, its obscure storms are strange and difficult, its momentum magnificent and its ingenuity exceeding that of the battle that wiped out Douyi.

No one knows how many miracle men have entered this battle, nor how many Demi Immortals have perished in this world-sweeping conjuration duel.

It is only known that the Curse Sect, with thirteen Shangqiao Curse Masters, borrowed life from the next life, summoned three major cursed corpses, and measured the boundaries of heaven and earth, as long as they could summon the heavens back, to resist the redundant curse for ten thousand people.

But these Shangqiao Curse Masters, who could dominate the jianghu on their own on any other day, and any cursed corpse that comes out of the coffin which could cause unrest in the world, were all stopped in their tracks in this small area of four prefectures.

A cursed corpse wrapped in a black cloud flew from the sky.

There were also those who summoned nine palace lanterns, each revealing the phantom of a Golden Armor General, waging a great battle over Cang Mountain.

A Curse Master cut off a head as magic, the head flew in mid-air, its eyes gleamed with fierce light, killing anyone it looked at.

There were also those who laid a twenty-mile incense array along the lake, then pointed water into a mirror, froze a lake’s water and cast a spell, reversing the descending Magic back onto its caster.

Someone danced a strange and bizarre dance, holding a small knife, cutting the skin off their own body, chanting a curse, and their skin turned into a dark cloud, directly covering those sleeping people.

Wherever the dark cloud passed, all the sleeping people inexplicably lost their lives, while others laughed, spat out a golden pill emitting radiant divine light, tearing apart the dark cloud and its array.

Before the Reincarnators took action, no one knew what skills these otherworldly people had learned, or how great their cultivation was.

But when they truly took action, they drove the Curse Sect into despair.

They had only one night to summon the heavens back to block the curse for ten thousand people, they even borrowed life from the next world to turn the tide, and naturally, no one held back when they struck.

But that night, they met opponents even more reckless than them.

They borrowed life from the next world, while these people didn’t even care if there was a next world, burning their life completely just to make a mockery of them.

Can’t fight!

The Curse Masters, having exhausted their means, could only desperately admit, they couldn’t fight back.

On the town by Xinshan, as shadows descended and the impoverished people rushed into the town, this performance gathering without spectators finally met its deserved commotion.

But for the trickster disciples who, although skilled in unique arts, no longer recognized their identity, it was the first time in their lives that they suddenly feared these patrons who gave them their livelihood.

Someone swallowed clouds and spat swords, and someone smeared dung on their face.

Someone turned fire into soldiers, and was doused with basins of cold water, ending like a chicken in soup.

Someone clangorously summoned hundreds of iron puppets armed to the teeth, a single pull of the wire in their hands, and all puppets came alive, slaughtering mercilessly, but facing the crowd of people who rushed into town, they dared not strike.

Farther away, Fuyao King already knew about the events in the town, aware that the Zhao Family’s strange people were besieged by the rabble, decided swiftly, and mobilized his army.

First came the sound of wailing in the sky, crafted by the Zhao Family’s own hands for Fuyao King, the Iron Wing Army flew through the air, about to strike the town, followed by seventy thousand troops, thundering hooves pushing across.

But facing the Iron Wing Army, people below offered spoiled fish and rotten shrimp, summoning black nets that flew into the clouds, tangling the Iron Wing troops and crashing them to the ground.

Facing the seventy thousand iron cavalry, figures with cold laughter appeared on the hilltops.

Each occupying the Haishou positions, bowing from afar, rolling Purple Qi steamed, turning the vast plain into a sinister dead zone, soldiers and horses entering died untimely deaths, piling into heaps, while the rest, struck by terror, physically stopped and pulled on reins, clamoring and halting the army’s advance.

They only watched from afar the incense-burning figure on the hill, feeling like King Yan himself was calling their name, not daring to take a step forward.

Only when the long night passed and morning light emerged, the sun rose, dispersing the thick fog, did they find that the people on the hilltops had long since died upright on the hills from drawing too much evil energy.

Yet their faces still bore a smug smile.

"Father..."

As the sounds of battle rose above and below Hundred Play Town, firelight and drumlight caused chaos, Zhao Sanyi had already panicked and rushed to the Zhao Family Master’s presence: "What are we still waiting for?"

"Those people have gone mad..."

The noble descendant of the noble ten surnames, now wore an indescribable look of panic on his face: "They are dueling with our military formations outside!"

"They’re driving those starving people into the town, while they hold off the Fuyao King’s iron cavalry outside. How can flesh and blood bodies fight against a thousand?"