Chapter 869 - 259: Regicide

The sharp gun blade tore through muscle and shattered bone, piercing directly through the martial artist’s strong heart. Finally, a burst of Burning Sky Fire erupted from within, scorching the blood dry, and cooking flesh and bone to the core.

"Heh, heh..."

Ling Kui’s body suddenly jolted, crashing into a towering ancient tree as thick as a hug. In the searing heat, no blood could flow from his mouth; he could only clutch the gun shaft with both hands in a final struggle.

"Clang——"

The sound of a sword’s dragon roar echoed in their ears. Emperor Longqing, dressed in a Taoist robe, stepped aside to evade the gun’s gleam and then swiftly thrust the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss Sword forward, the sword qi surged directly at the white-robed man’s life.

Chen Sansi had no way to dodge, so he had no choice but to grab the blade with his bare hands. Stimulating his qi-blood to unleash the Vajra Body, the moment he touched the Dragon Abyss, a harsh metallic scraping sound echoed.

But without the support of True Power, how could even steel and iron-bones resist the sharpness of the Divine Continent’s number one sword that contained spells?

Sparks flew between his palm and the blade, after a brief stalemate, his flesh met the slicing edge. The blade left a sword mark on his palm bone and then pierced through with a sharp trajectory, stabbing forward until it penetrated the white robe’s body, and the blade emerged from the back.

The sword’s blade pierced through his body, and the first sensation was a bone-chilling cold, followed long after by excruciating pain. Inside, the sword qi raged, damaging organs and parts of small meridians; as blood surged, Chen Sansi couldn’t contain it and vomited clotted blood.

But he...

didn’t die!

Cao Kai’s nearly depleted mana wasn’t enough to crush the physical power of a True Power Middle Stage martial artist’s body. The sword blade deviated by half an inch during the process, scraping past the heart, failing to kill in one blow.

"Idiots, fools..."

Ling Kui’s flesh emitted the smell of charred meat under the roasting. His unfocused pupils stared at the elder Taoist for a final word, his head drooping powerlessly, smoke rising from his seven orifices.

Chen Sansi’s hand reached forward holding the silver spear, grasping the front part of the shaft. He turned the long spear into a short weapon, his face contorted in a gruesome snarl, slashing the gun blade horizontally to cut open Ling Kui’s body, then howling as he swung towards the Emperor’s throat.

Cao Kai’s corner of the eye twitched slightly, forcing him to draw the Dragon Abyss Sword to block.

The gun gleam and sword shadows intersected.

"Clang!"

A crisp tremor rose.

The two each floated back dozens of steps, crashing into the dense forest.

"Cough, cough..."

Chen Sansi supported himself with the long spear, holding the wound below his chest as he slowly stood up, looking at Ling Kui’s kneeling corpse not far away, curling his lips into a cold smile: "Cao Kai, you lost."

Had Longqing been willing to block that strike for him, even if not dead, he would have been grievously injured. But just as he guessed, how could the self-serving Emperor for a hundred years be willing to shield a temporary ally?

"In this Divine Continent, no one’s life is more important than mine!"

Having failed to achieve a decisive strike, the usually unperturbed elder face of Emperor Longqing finally showed ripples, that was anger pushed to the extreme.

His talent buried for a century, through untold hardships, finally establishing the Foundation for new longevity, how could he risk it for an outsider?!

Moreover.

He and Shengyun Sect were only fleeting allies.

Once the world was finally settled, they would have to play games against each other.

If Cao Kai were severely injured here, even if he managed to kill the white robe, his side would surely strike while they were vulnerable.

"Die——"

Without wasting words, the blood-soaked Chen Sansi charged forward with the long spear, Longdan Bright Silver Spear flashing solely with gun glimmers.

Lacking mana, how could Cao Kai be a match? Struggling to parry a mere few blows, flaws abounded.

Yet at that moment, sounds of cultivators’ breakthroughs in the sky emerged above the Dark Forest.

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Quick, protect the Emperor!"

"..."

Through slanting tree shadows, they saw that including Dan Liangcheng, the surviving Shengyun Sect cultivators and the court’s generals were arriving aboard flying boats.

The frontline battlefield...

was already routed!

Dan Liangcheng had managed with difficulty to break free from Lu Ji’s entanglement, leading the remaining ones toward this site, only to witness this scene.

Ling Family’s Ancestor, Ling Kui, had already perished in battle.

Both Chen Sansi and the Emperor were wounded.

"Protect the Emperor!"

Huang Hong shouted in panic.

Dan Liangcheng swung the Mystic Jade Golden Bamboo, and countless rolling stones and logs imbued with mana crashed from the sky, thoroughly engulfing the small silhouette of the white robe.

They then took the Emperor aboard the flying boats, heading towards the southeast direction.

"Boom——"

Chen Sansi’s True Power hadn’t yet recovered, and only after several breaths did he manage to extricate himself from the pile of stones, but the others had already fled hundreds of meters away, while he still struggled to maintain sky-flight.

Fortunately, it wasn’t only Longqing who had allies; he too had support.

The numerous cultivators from Guiyuan Sect closely pursued this group from the rear, chasing onward relentlessly.

"Chen, quick, get on the cart!"

Huang Laojiu appeared beside on a donkey cart, waving the donkey whip: "I won’t let them escape alive!"

Chen Sansi uttered no words, merely getting onto the donkey cart to chase alongside, sitting cross-legged in the back enduring the injury to release, aiming to swiftly purge the lingering Nether River True Power from his body and regain his strength.

This time at Fei River, Cao Kai had to be eliminated once and for all, absolutely must not let him escape again.

The various main leaders from all sides gradually left the battlefield, changing the course of the battle once more.

No longer did the plains host dazzling skirmishes by cultivator-immortals, nor stars falling destructively from the heavens, only pure soldiers’ fierce fighting persisted, with bloodied dismembered limbs scattered throughout.

The court’s million-strong army was defeated like a collapsing mountain, and without command, embarrassingly fled, armor discarded, with no thought of retaliation.