Chapter 745: Chapter 745
Ning Feiyan found the scene before her nothing short of spine-chilling.
She sheathed her blade and withdrew to Baili An’s side, her gaze lingering on the gun-umbrella in his hand with amazement, "Has the Demon Lord actually hidden such a terrifying thing within the Royal City?"
No one could understand the terror of this object better than Baili An, who held the Tianxi umbrella in hand.
Like it had drunk its fill of fresh blood, a blood-red peach blossom slowly took shape on the surface of the umbrella, its stamen swaying lightly as if it was about to become sentient.
The touch of blood-red that entered his vision seemed to tug at Baili An’s every thought and emotion.
His eyes, though not bloodthirsty, gradually turned a deep red.
A sudden and violent killing intent penetrated his bones as he looked indifferently and coldly at the Manxie army surrounding him from all sides.
As he controlled the Tianxi umbrella, his senses and emotions seemed to be guided by it. His gaze swept lightly over the town below as his finger touched an unfamiliar rune.
The surface of the umbrella rotated nonstop, the pointer scraping across the surface with the sound of gears clicking and clacking, until with a final resonant sound, it settled on another panel of the umbrella.
A massive and awe-inducing aura began to brew, causing all creatures to tremble in its wake.
A pitch-black Devouring aura spread out, and the troops in its path instantly withered as if their souls had been sucked dry, their skin turning shriveled and clinging to their bones, collapsing crisply into dust as they fell.
Be they living beings or ancient, lifeless stones, all seemed to lose their essence under the sweep of the black Devouring aura, corroding and turning pale.
Sikong Xuan, mounted on a massive beast, finally noticed the anomaly here. He looked at Baili An with a weighty gaze, not speaking, but quietly sent out a flag command.
The Manxie troops flooding toward that corner of the city abruptly scattered like the tide.
Sikong Xuan came to a halt a hundred meters from the city walls, clearly wary of the weapon in Baili An’s hands.
The Manxie strategist squinted his eyes, studying the gun-umbrella for a long while without discerning its origin.
However, he did notice some clues in its construction, which seemed almost inconceivable.
Sikong Xuan’s bushy, ink-drawn eyebrows slowly furrowed. After a moment’s hesitation, he dismounted from the beast’s back and walked towards Baili An, giving a bow to the Tianxi umbrella as a sign of respect.
Such an act of a military strategist bowing to the weapon of an opponent on the battlefield was absurd, to say the least.
His troops behind him showed puzzled expressions. A Manxie commander stepped forward immediately and said in a deep voice, "My lord! In a life-and-death struggle, we cannot show weakness!"
After Sikong Xuan solemnly performed three deep bows, he straightened up and shook his head, his gaze never leaving the Tianxi umbrella, "It’s not a show of weakness, but respect. Although I can’t determine the origin of the young man’s gun-umbrella, the weapon bears the forging marks of the ’Sword Artifact Fragment’ of the Xijian Sect. No, that’s not right, or perhaps, the technique is even more profound and exquisite than the ’Sword Artifact Fragment.’"
The Manxie commander was exceedingly astonished, "The Xijian Sect’s... ’Sword Artifact Fragment’?"
Sikong Xuan murmured, "Young Master Shen received instruction in his youth from Tianxi and greatly admired the way of sword artifacts of the Xijian Sect. Now that I have seen this weapon, offering three bows is not excessive."
The Manxie commander couldn’t fathom how the Demon World could possess such supreme techniques as the Xijian Sect’s "Sword Artifact Fragment."
Sikong Xuan took out the flag again, and the blood clouds and war chariots formed ranks behind him. He looked at Baili An above the platform with calm and resolute eyes, "While one should respect what the young lord respects, in this battle, I must not be defeated!"
The skeletal war chariots were in position, and, driven by a terrifying Spiritual Flow, they set sail. They surged forward, bringing with them heavy clouds and thunder as if they were charging into an ancient battlefield, crushing the spatial paths with an overwhelming onslaught.
Thunder transformed into dragons, attacking the battlements.
Baili An raised his gun to meet the onslaught, the umbrella opening wide and scattering countless purple glimmers, radiating a stern and formidable presence, with the power to devour seas and crumble mountains. As the two forces connected, they collided violently, emitting a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth.
The fierce splash of the two powers, the mere reverberation of residual glow and thunder, destroyed the ancient architectural foundations within the Mo City Imperial City in an instant. The Manxie army suffered countless casualties and could no longer advance an inch.
And the great war chariot above Sikong Xuan’s head, with its dark blue armor, was inch by inch turning grey and ancient, as though it was becoming a fossil weathered by the ages, slowly being drained of its spiritual energy.
The Manxie commander paled in fright, "My lord, if this persists..."
"If this persists, that young man will surely be the first to fall!" Sikong Xuan confidently interrupted him.
Any weapon of mass slaughter and killing, when filled with such extreme malevolence, would turn on the user first if wielded.
The young man holding the gun-umbrella stood atop the city walls, seemingly unbeatable for the moment.
But Sikong Xuan believed that if one’s cultivation was far below that of the weapon, over time, it would not be the person wielding the weapon but the weapon controlling the person.
Not to mention the war chariot he had borrowed from Young Master Shen, which could effectively counter the onslaught of the gun-umbrella. Even his vast army could exhaust the young man to death on top of the city walls using the strategy of overwhelming numbers.
Sikong Xuan’s gaze was steady and ruthless, showing no regret for the damaged war chariot.
At his command, the troops behind him immediately divided into a contingent of a thousand soldiers. Dispersing into small units with organized ranks, they started to cleanse the Royal City battlefield, paying no mind to Mi Lu and others who had fled into the Zhaoyu Palace.