latelenovela Chapter 118 Fierce Battle
Chapter 118 Fierce Battle
"Open!" An Lushan shouted, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind her immediately lit up with a ghostly green light, from which painful howls continuously emanated. Accompanying this were jet-black figures flying out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, seemingly transforming into streams of energy, all of which rushed into An Lushan's body.
As this immense power entered her body, An Lushan, who was already suffering from internal injuries, bled again from the corner of her mouth. But she couldn't care less about that now; she could foresee the strength of the enemy she was about to face.
She stood before the palace gates, gazing at the figure locked in fierce combat in the distance, and pondered to herself:
"That kid was beaten half to death earlier, yet he still dares to come back seeking revenge. He must have obtained some extraordinary opportunity somewhere; he shouldn't be underestimated..."
At this moment, Zhang Yunling had already stormed into the city, wielding the Immortal Sword with unstoppable force. His white robe was stained crimson with blood, and he had fallen into a state of near madness.
Regardless of his original purpose for coming here, he is now immersed in slaughter, determined to avenge his previous defeat in blood.
Although he, as a cultivator, had a principle of not killing mortals, after experiencing a near-death defeat, he no longer cared about anything else and only vented the resentment in his heart.
Screams filled the air as hundreds of ordinary soldiers fell to Zhang Yunling's sword. He was unstoppable as he advanced towards the imperial palace.
"An Lushan! I will pay for this day with my blood!" Zhang Yunling hovered in mid-air, his whole body covered in blood. He looked like a ferocious demon who had crawled back from hell. Just one glance of his murderous gaze was enough to make even the ruthless An Lushan tremble.
"Hmph... How dare this prodigal dog be so arrogant!" An Lushan waved his hands, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind him lit up, emitting a terrifying and powerful aura.
Knowing that Zhang Yunling was skilled in close combat, she launched the first attack, gathering spiritual energy to form clusters of dark green orbs of light, which rained down on Zhang Yunling like a storm.
Using the Swift Ghost Steps technique, Zhang Yunling moved with agility, dodging all the attacks and steadily closing in on An Lushan.
Seeing that his first move had failed, An Lushan used his supernatural powers again. He put his hands together, chanted an incantation, and suddenly black smoke appeared out of thin air beside her. This smoke quickly transformed into the shape of weapons, including knives, spears, swords, halberds, and axes.
When the two were still more than ten meters apart, these weapons seemed to be awakened and attacked Zhang Yunling all at once.
Zhang Yunling narrowed his eyes, raised the Immortal Sword in his hand, gathered strength in his right arm muscles, and swiftly unleashed several sword strikes. The sword's edge was extremely sharp, and each strike directly shattered the weapon formed from black smoke.
The scattered wisps of smoke quickly returned to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind An Lushan, transforming back into a new black smoke weapon that continued its fierce attack on Zhang Yunling.
This continued repeatedly, leaving Zhang Yunling exhausted and unable to get close. An Lushan seized the opportunity to shout, "Li Changgeng! You are supposed to be a well-read scholar, yet here you are abusing your cultivation to slaughter mortals like a jackal or a tiger. You are utterly insane!"
Zhang Yunling was also quick-witted. While slashing through the black smoke with his sword, he retorted, "What? You're allowed to seize power, but I'm not allowed to kill the rebels? I was once an official of the court, and you beat me half to death. I deserve to die for you!"
With a furious shout, Zhang Yunling spun around, unleashing a circle of sword energy that dispersed the surrounding black smoke. Taking advantage of this opening, he quickly used Ghost Step to approach An Lushan, and the two were now only a few steps apart!
Seeing that she had entered Zhang Yunling's attack range, she knew that with her slender physique, she would definitely be at a disadvantage in a fight with Zhang Yunling.
In the moment of crisis, An Lushan no longer concealed his strength, revealing his trump card. In an instant, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind her lit up with a dazzling eerie light, from which several pitch-black hands stretched out. Zhang Yunling was only focused on charging towards An Lushan, and by the time those hands grabbed him, it was too late to react. A powerful force swept over him, pulling him directly inside.
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist, why are you in such a hurry? Come and have a chat inside my Human Emperor Banner!" Having succeeded with this move, An Lushan quickly made a hand seal, and those dark arms tightly bound Zhang Yunling, dragging him and his sword into the several-meter-high banner.
"Cough! Cough cough!..." After laughing a few times, An Lushan couldn't stop coughing and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood. Her spiritual energy was now depleted, making it difficult to suppress the backlash from the vengeful spirits of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and her internal injuries were even more severe.
Outside the palace, few of the soldiers who guarded the city had survived. Tens of thousands of wronged souls floated in the air, invisible to ordinary people, but she, who possessed the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, could see them clearly.
"After all, I've only just forged this Myriad Souls Banner, and I can't fully control it yet. These souls are also subtly repelling me... Now that my goal has been achieved, I must quickly destroy the pillar of this secret realm's origin, leave this place as soon as possible, and go back to properly train this banner..."
An Lushan pondered to himself that the source of this secret realm was the two largest and thickest load-bearing pillars in the imperial palace.
She had originally planned to slaughter more mortals here to accumulate power for the Myriad Souls Banner, but besides her, there were also Zhang Yunling and the cultivators from the Wudang Sect. There were too many variables, making it difficult to cultivate in peace. It would be best to leave as soon as possible.
After resting for a while, An Lushan stood up and once again activated the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, drawing in all the souls of the soldiers that were floating around in the air.
These souls, originally formless and shapeless, gradually manifested physical forms. Then, influenced by the Myriad Souls Banner, they gradually transformed into streaks of eerie green light, and were eventually absorbed into the banner, becoming nourishment for the Myriad Souls Banner.
Whenever a soul was captured, it would let out a mournful howl of resentment. The cries of tens of thousands of souls were endless, but An Lushan did not even blink, which showed how cold-blooded and cruel she was.
Only after all the souls had been captured and placed into the banner did An Lushan put the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into his ring and turn to walk towards the treasure pavilion behind the palace.
As An Lushan approached the back door, just as she was about to push it open, a figure flew towards her, smashing the back door to pieces and sending both of them flying against the wall.
"Cough cough! Pfft!—" An Lushan was originally the physique of a little girl. He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy in the previous battle with Zhang Yunling. This time, he was hit so hard that he couldn't help but spit out blood again.
An Lushan pushed the person who bumped into him aside, and only then did he see the person's face clearly.
"Shi Siming?... Hmph... I was planning to take you with me to cultivate in the outside world, but I never expected you to die here. You can only blame your bad luck... cough cough cough!..."
An Lushan struggled to her feet. Her internal injuries were already quite severe, and she needed to heal them quickly, otherwise it would damage her very essence.
However, considering that she had just been working with the people of Wudang Mountain to break the seal at the Treasure Pavilion, how could Shi Siming have been killed for no reason?
She endured the excruciating pain all over her body and went outside to see what was going on, but what she saw was a chaotic battle involving a hundred people:
Gu Changpeng continuously condensed wind blades in his hands, launching attacks while shifting his body, while Chen Tianfan, not far away, attempted to flank and attack from behind with a long spear.
Dozens of Wudang disciples around her were wielding various magical weapons, unleashing a dazzling array of spells and attacks. Their overwhelming offensive was aimed at a pink-haired woman.
Looking down, one could see that the woman held a large sword in her left hand and a shield in her right. She was also wearing a golden armor, and purple smoke was constantly swirling around her. Occasionally, a strange light could be seen flashing in the woman's eyes.
Whenever a light shone in her eyes, she could always accurately raise her shield in the smoke to block the enemy's attacks. These attacks would even bounce off the shield, which was why the woman could hold out for so long without being defeated.
Whether it was Gu Changpeng, who possessed considerable cultivation, or the numerous Wudang disciples, everyone wanted to find a blind spot in the woman's defenses, but the combination of the shield and armor made it as impregnable as a fortress.
The woman fought and retreated, even managing to touch several bottles of pills on the wall. Regardless of their effects, she swallowed them whole, giving her the strength to continue holding off her enemies.
Upon closer inspection, the battlefield of these people was none other than the Treasure Pavilion, though it could no longer be called a pavilion. This wave of attacks had reduced the entire back courtyard to ruins. The woman fighting fiercely in the center of the battlefield was none other than Dong Wan.