Chapter 826: Chapter 371: On the Verge of Death, All Taboos Are Cast Aside (Part 2)

"So you collaborated with outsiders to scheme against me?"

Ye Qingzhou took slow steps forward, and with each step, the stones underfoot turned to dust. "And you used the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow, a forbidden weapon?"

"There’s no choice, you’re too strong..."

Liu Wuhen suddenly burst into laughter. With hands forming seals, he began to mobilize his Power of Thought Ability, activating the Dreamy Bubble Heart Image: "If you weren’t this strong, how could you be worthy of the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow?"

In an instant, the sky changed color.

Countless illusions poured out from Liu Wuhen, transforming the entire desert into a twisted dreamscape.

Hundreds of Liu Wuhens appeared simultaneously, each lifelike and indistinguishable from the others.

"Playing illusions in front of me?"

Ye Qingzhou sneered, "You really don’t know your place."

He slowly raised the Infinite Sword, and black and white Qi emerged on the blade, intertwining to form a perfect Tai Chi pattern.

"Tai Chi Infinite, shatter the false and reveal the truth!"

With a single swing, the black and white Sword Qi spread like ripples.

Wherever it passed, illusions shattered like bubbles.

Liu Wuhen groaned, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of his mouth, revealing his true form.

"Impossible! My illusions can’t even be seen through by the Peak of Saint Realm!"

He retreated in terror.

"Because your heart is impure."

Ye Qingzhou appeared before him in an instant, the sword tip against his throat, "The highest realm of illusions is ’Creation from Nothing,’ while you only know ’Deceit.’"

A flash of malice flickered in Liu Wuhen’s eyes, and he suddenly shot a volley of poisoned needles from his sleeve.

Ye Qingzhou remained still, the needles halted three inches from him and then turned to iron flakes.

"It’s over."

With a flash of sword light, Liu Wuhen’s head flew up, his eyes frozen with disbelief even as he was vanquished.

His body fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then the surrounding illusion crumbled like a dream, returning to its original state.

"Next."

Ye Qingzhou turned to the remaining two, the golden arrow in his chest seemingly lodging deeper, yet his expression remained unchanged.

Herod, the Fire Thief, faced him with a solemn expression as he flipped through an ancient text: "Ye Qingzhou, you are indeed powerful. But can you still withstand a few Divine Artifacts now?"

Reaching into the void, he pulled out a long sword wreathed in flames.

"The Flame Emperor Sword?"

Ye Qingzhou slightly frowned, "You can steal Divine Artifacts from the river of history?"

"Indeed!"

Herod joyfully wielded the Flame Emperor Sword, the flames transforming into a giant dragon lunging at Ye Qingzhou: "I am the Fire Thief, capable of pilfering any legendary Divine Artifact!"

Ye Qingzhou neither dodged nor flinched, turning and slicing with the Flame Emperor Sword; the fiery dragon was instantly cleaved in two, passing by him, igniting distant dunes.

"That’s not how you wield the Flame Emperor Sword."

Ye Qingzhou’s gaze carried disdain. Besides the Flame Emperor, only he was most familiar with the power of the Flame Emperor Sword; his opponent’s actions were sheer presumption.

Herod snorted coldly and reached into the void again, this time retrieving an Ancient Bronze Mirror.

"Kunlun Mirror!"

He shouted fiercely as the mirror emitted a Divine Light.

Ye Qingzhou finally moved, his body flickering like a phantom. The Divine Light brushed past his clothes, hitting the ground and blasting a hundred-meter-wide crater.

"How many more can you dodge?"

Herod frantically extracted Divine Artifacts from the river of history, hurling them at Ye Qingzhou one after another.

Kongtong Seal, Donghuang Bell, Fuxi Zither, Nuwa Stone... One by one, legendary Divine Artifacts appeared, each possessing Heaven and Earth Destruction power.

Explosions boomed across the desert, the ground cracked, and the skies were painted with the strange hues of various Divine Artifacts’ radiance.

Ye Qingzhou weaved through the barrage of Divine Artifact attacks, the golden arrow in his chest steadily sapping his strength.

The sound of the zither grazed his shoulder, shearing away flesh.

A Divine Light swept past his calf, leaving a deep, bone-exposing wound.

Yet he continued advancing, step by step closing in on Herod.

"Impossible! Why haven’t you died?"

Herod retreated in horror, reaching into the void once more, but this time he grasped nothing: "No... the river of history rejects me..."

"Every Divine Artifact has its own will."

Ye Qingzhou finally stood before him, sword tip dripping blood: "You stole too many, angering heaven, and painted yourself into a corner."

"Damn it!"

Herod could only detonate all the Divine Artifacts, creating intense spatial disturbances before seizing the chance to escape the battle.

"Hagrid, go!"

The two fled north, evidently unwilling to continue the entanglement.

Ye Qingzhou’s sword light pierced through the sky, chasing the two figures fleeing ahead.

The Laws Destruction Golden Arrow in his chest dug deeper with every breath, the dark golden blood soaking through his white robe.

Ahead, the Fire Thief Herod turned to glance back, his golden hair flying in the fierce wind, a hint of fear flashing through his emerald eyes.

He suddenly flipped open the ancient texts in his hand, his fingers sliding rapidly over the yellowed pages.

"Hagrid! Stop him!"

Herod shouted fiercely.

The Giant Beast Hagrid let out a deafening roar, his form suddenly expanding in mid-air.

Scales emerged from under his skin, shimmering like metal in the sunlight. His spine extended, the tailbone protruding, transforming in an instant into a terrifying half-human, half-dragon creature, over fifty meters long.

Bloodline transformation, dragon form!

"Ye Qingzhou!"

Hagrid’s voice rolled like thunder: "You’re courting death!"

The dragon tail swept across, the air compressed to the extreme, forming a visible shockwave.

Ye Qingzhou flashed aside, narrowly avoiding it, yet the aftershock still sent him retreating hundreds of meters.

Below was a vast plain.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were locked in battle, the sound of steel clashing, artillery booming, and screams interweaving.

This was the battlefield for the decisive confrontation between the Northern Alliance and the Kiros Duchy.

The incursion of three Martial Saints was like three meteors falling into an ant colony.

"What is...that?"

A soldier from the Northern Alliance looked up at the sky, dropping his assault rifle with a clang.

The artillerymen from the Kiros Duchy were the first to react, twelve 155mm howitzers simultaneously turning their barrel, aiming at the massive dragon shadow above.

"Fire!"

The commander’s order reverberated.

Twelve brilliant red beams tore through the sky, precisely striking Hagrid’s dragon body.

The barrage was enough to shatter city walls, yet it only left several charred marks on his scales.

Hagrid lowered his head to peer, a trace of contempt flashing through his vertical pupils.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a bellows, then — Dragon Breath erupted forth.

A torrent of golden-red flames descended from the sky, enveloping the entire artillery position.

Steel melted into molten iron, rocks turned to glass, soldiers vaporized in a millisecond, their screams silenced.

The battlefield, spanning three miles, was instantly scorched into barren land.

"No!!"

The surviving soldiers of the Northern Alliance dropped their weapons and fled.

Terror spread like a plague, soldiers from both armies forgot their mutual slaughter, only caring to escape.

Ye Qingzhou paid no heed to the chaos below, his gaze remained locked on Herod who was attempting to flee.

"Trying to escape?"

The Divine Weapon behind him emitted a clear sword cry, Ye Qingzhou’s form transformed into a stream of light, bypassing Hagrid’s interception, and pursued Herod.

Herod turned to see Ye Qingzhou approaching, his face changing drastically.

He suddenly bit his finger, letting the blood drip onto the ancient texts.

"Dead Sea Scrolls, use blood as a guide, summon the Divine Artifact to the world!"

A rift opened in the void, a long sword entirely golden-yellow emerged slowly.

One side of the sword blade was engraved with sun, moon, stars, and the other with mountains, rivers, vegetation, the hilt studded with numerous gems, exuding a vast ocean-like aura.

"Xuanyuan Sword!" Herod grasped the hilt, a mad smile on his face: "Ye Qingzhou, taste the power of the Human Race’s Holy Sword!"

With a single swing, the sky and earth changed color.

Golden Sword Qi swept in like a tsunami, bending space, cracking the ground.

Ye Qingzhou’s expression remained unmoved, he held the Xuanyuan Sword horizontally across his chest, black and white Qi intertwined into a Tai Chi diagram.

"Tai Chi Infinite, Unassailable by All Laws!"

The golden Sword Qi collided with the Tai Chi diagram, erupting in dazzling light.

The shockwave spread in a ring shape, the walls of three cities below collapsing like paper, thousands of houses leveled.

"Doesn’t your Western Pole Kingdom have its own Divine Artifact? Why do you always steal ours from the Dongji Kingdom?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Ye Qingzhou’s mouth, the golden arrow in his chest dug deeper.

But he did not retreat, instead advancing, his form like lightning, crossing a thousand meters in an instant, thrusting a sword at Herod’s throat.