Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 490 - 390: Who are you really?_1

Chapter 490: Chapter 390: Who are you really?_1

Li Xuan was not the type to be swayed by others’ opinions, nor was he foolish enough to rush into a situation based on a single sentence from Lv Qiluo.

What if Lv Qiluo’s intention was to trick him into a deathtrap?

Li Xuan glanced at the hand of the Empress of Liao, Shulv Ping, and his worry eased. "Qianqian, her hands are intact," He said.

Yue Qianqian looked closer upon hearing his words and noticed the woman on the litter indeed had both her hands intact. However, a bright red injury marred her left wrist, unmistakable evidence of reattachment.

After contemplating, Yue Qianqian appeared slightly relieved. "It seems she might not be the real Shulv Ping, but instead an assembly of various parts, including a severed hand."

Upon hearing this, the Monk Miaoxin chuckled sorrowfully. What difference did that make? Even if it was only a severed hand of Shulv Ping, it could annihilate everyone present.

But his tension visibly lessened.

Previously, they were doomed with no glimmer of hope whatsoever. But now, the Monk Miaoxin saw a hint of life looming. Not for him, but for the severely wounded around him.

"Xiaowei Li." Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang’s face was ashen. "Can your shuttle carry all of us? We can try to hold them off here while you take the rest of the people and leave first."

Luo Yan cast a sidelong glance at him, a hint of admiration blooming in her eyes as she continued pouring Menghuo Oil into the trench.

She recognized the bravery of the people from Bai Leidu, who didn’t fear death and were full of righteousness. But Li Xuan’s nobility, risking his life without hesitation, was on a different level altogether.

"My ’Xuanming Zhiyang Shuttle can carry a weight of up to nine thousand stones, but due to limited space can only accommodate fifty individuals."

As Li Xuan said this, he handed off his ’Xuanming Zhiyang Shuttle’ to Yue Qianqian. "If the situation turns dire, Qianqian, you take them and leave."

After much deliberation, he eventually decided to follow Lv Qiluo’s advice and take a risk.

Being out of alternatives left him no choice but dispatching the enemy’s mounts as a necessary gambit.

If Lv Qiluo was right, obtaining the object on ’Shulv Ping’ would naturally cause the remaining Pishi Army to retreat to the grand tomb of Tai Grand Emperor of Liao.

Luo Yan suddenly sensed unease. "What are you planning to do, Li Xuan? Don’t do anything stupid!"

From the corners of her vision, she noticed Li Xuan was radiating Hao Qi all over his body, a purple aura enveloping him. His gaze was determined like he was once again contemplating how to bite the bullet.

Li Xuan was about to respond when his expression subtly changed. He looked at the foot of the mountain. The sixty thousand Undead Cavalry had stepped into the fire sea arranged by Luo Yan. However, as they marched on, the raging purple flames, which could supposedly incinerate anything, extinguished. A wave of ice spread from their feet, covering over ten miles and promptly suppressing all the fires at the foot of the mountain.

Subsequently, the Undead Cavalry drew their arrows and aimed towards the mountaintop.

The people on the mountaintop tensed and immediately gathered all the injured in one place. Simultaneously, numerous protection spells were invoked, and layers of defense artifacts were prepared. Despite the haste, their actions were orderly without any panic.

Yue Qianqian performed hand seals, resulting in the ’Yellow Scarf Lishi’ resurrecting once again, its body majestically shielding everyone like a mountain.

In the next moment, a torrent of arrows erupted from below the mountain. Sixty thousand arrows, made purely of the Karma of Yin, rose rapidly into the sky like a swarm of locusts and rained down upon the mountaintop.

The ’Renwang Prajna Lengyan Realm’ set up by Monk Miaoxin couldn’t withstand the onslaught of arrows for even a second, and was instantly pierced through by the incessant onslaught, inflicting countless holes.

Yue Qianqian’s ’Yellow Scarf Lishi’ also couldn’t last long and was peppered with holes as cobblestones flew around under the impact of arrows, its burning life fire extinguishing once again.

Only Li Xuan’s Fumo Vajra could defend against the arrows, but its size was limited. The fumo shield that spread open could only protect a part of the crowd behind it. And the Gang Qi covering the fumo shield was steadily dimming under the constant attacks.

Even if Monk Miaoxin and Fumo Xiaowei Yu Shuang were doing their utmost to block and cover, several were struck by arrows, letting out muffled groans of pain.

Seeing what was happening, Li Xuan knew they couldn’t wait any longer. If the foot of the mountain launched a second volley, half of the people on the mountaintop would be killed.

"Hanyun." Li Xuan quickly ascended the back of the Jade Qilin. "You’re in charge of securing our retreat!"

It wasn’t like he was going into this without any assurance now. At least if the first strike were to fail, he still had the capability to retreat to the mountaintop.

Jiang Hanyun furrowed her brows, her hand on her waist saber, giving a nod. "Leave it to me."

She possessed a differing character from Luo Yan. While Luo Yan would worry about Li Xuan’s safety and ask him about his plan, Jiang Hanyun wouldn’t ask during such a time. No matter what Li Xuan wanted to do, she would fully cooperate, even if it meant dying together.

Anything Li Xuan entrusted to her, she would get it done or die trying.

"You’re planning to charge down alone? Have you gone mad?" Luo Yan’s face paled at seeing Li Xuan’s Hao Qi pouring out like a fountain.

Just when she was debating whether to stop him, Li Xuan, accompanied by Monk Miaoxin’s astonished gaze, and his ride, dashed down the mountain like a lightning bolt.

※※ ※※

The massive litter at the base of the mountain, ’Shulv Ping’ continued to recline lazily in her seat.

By her side, the God Lord of Ten Thousand Coffins, Sikong Xin, was eagerly watching the activity on the mountaintop. His appearance was of a man in his forties, unusual ancient bronze skin, handsome facial features, with prominent nose and deep set eyes.

"The elite Pishi Army truly do justice to their grandeur of Great Liao! Merely in horse-archery, they are not inferior to the Mongolian Iron Cavalry."

Sikong Xin praised with delight, "I estimate they will be wiped out by the third volley."

’Shulv Ping’ seemed indifferent, ignoring Sikong Xin’s praises completely.

However, his next words made her listen. Sikong Xin’s tone shifted, "I would like to request your assistance, there’s someone here on the mountain that I find interesting."

’Shulv Ping’ turned her head and looked coldly at Sikong Xin. A deep murderous intent was evident in the depths of her deep blue eyes.

"Don’t misunderstand, this isn’t a command, it’s a request," Sikong Xin’s lips curved into a smile as he slightly lowered his head, not showing the slightest hint of asking for a favor, "This will be beneficial for you too, it’ll help in recovering your body and even free you from that grave, returning you back to the world."

"You’re getting carried away."

Shulv Ping’s lips were sealed tightly shut, but her exposed skin suddenly sprouted twenty full-fledged mouths, complete with tongues and teeth.

Her voice, rather like tens of people speaking at once said, "I can lend a hand this one time, just once. If you dare to command me again, I will kill you."

A mocking glint appeared in Sikong Xin’s eyes. He was unfazed by Shulv Ping’s threat and continued to smile, "Your majesty, you won’t regret it. This man is said to be quite interesting. Even Zhang Guanlan has suffered a big loss at his hands."

At this moment, Sikong Xin’s expression changed slightly as he looked towards the mountain peak. He saw a streak of red light darting down like a shooting star.

Although his cultivation level was only at the perfect level of the eleventh house, through certain secret techniques, he had a Spirit-eye divine power that was not inferior to someone of a half-heavenly level.

Sikong Xin focused his attention and could vaguely make out the identity of the red light. It was a Jade Qilin, and on its back, a young figure stood tall.

"Li Xuan?" Sikong Xin seemed surprised, "It seems like there is no need for your majesty to make a move."

He also noticed that Li Xuan was enveloped in a majestic purple aura, his HaoYi reaching the sky. Sikong Xin couldn’t help but sneer, "These so-called Daru of Confucianism may have admirable character. However, their actions can sometimes be thoughtless. Even if they have to face death, they should consider the means and methods."

Shulv Ping shot Sikong Xin another cold glance before shifting her gaze towards the red light rushing down from the mountain.

She was intensely annoyed by Sikong Xin’s attitude, but she had to admit that he was correct.

The man enveloped in the red light was indeed quite foolish.

As Sikong Xin was talking, Li Xuan had already charged into the Pishi Army’s formation and was progressing rapidly as if nothing could stop him.

No Undead Cavalry could stand against the Jade Qilin’s charge. The holy aura from its horn combined with Li Xuan’s Hao Qi which obliterated all evil spirits in its path. All ghostly spirits under its hooves were trampled into dust.

The hefty military formation was instantly penetrated by the purple lightning. In less than the time it took for three breaths, Li Xuan had charged right to the front of the carrying sedan.

"He’s mad! He truly is mad!" Monk Miaoxin who was on the top of the mountain, couldn’t believe what he was watching, "What is he doing? That’s Shulv Ping, with the support of tens of thousands of troops, she has power that rivals a heavenly level entity."

Luo Yan had a stern look on her face, surrounded by a radiant light, she was preparing a powerful technique that could potentially provide Li Xuan with a glimmer of hope at a critical moment.

At the sedan down on the mountain, Sikong Xin crossed his arms behind his back. With a casual gaze, he watched Li Xuan charge up to him while saying in a neutral tone, "Guard the carriage!"

By this time, there were two towering figures standing guard in front of the sedan. They each held a giant shield and their Zhenyuan and Wuyi were subtly merging with the earth around them.

But Li Xuan only increased his speed, darting about like a red shadow.

"Boom!"

The loud sound echoed in everyone’s ears. The enormous momentum carried by the Jade Qilin knocked up two sturdy figures, almost losing their balance.

Li Xuan’s lethal blade immediately followed.

"Asking the vast earth, who controls rise and fall!"

At this point, his Void Blade, taught by Li Zhetian, resonated with his verse.

Where the blade reaches, everything becomes void!

The two mountain-like figures had their heads cut off instantly, their bodies crushed by Li Xuan’s blade. The giant shields in front of them were sliced into half. Li Xuan, on the other hand, transformed into a crimson bolt of lightning and landed on the sedan.

Sikong Xin thought to himself that this Earl Jingan really had some tricks up his sleeve. Two generals with cultivation levels at the eleventh house level and at the peak of the martial arts Spirit Realm were slain by his sword. It’s no wonder he could upset the Shenqi Union single-handedly.

He then stepped back, thinking that he would have to rely on the Empress Dowager of Great Liao who was nearby.

The Empress of Yingtian, ’Shulv Ping’, also had a flicker in her eyes. She raised her right hand, her entire life’s cultivation seemed to have merged with the sixty thousand Iron Cavalry troops, powerful and overwhelmingly grand.

However, at this moment, Lv Qiluo who had been hovering behind Li Xuan, stood up from her sword for the first time. Her right hand held a spell and a green halo came out from the jewel on her forehead.

Li Xuan himself also abruptly opened his eyes and bellowed, "Kill". His ’Wuqu Pojun’ also responded, and two sinister stars materialized in the high sky.

At this moment, all was swiftly extinguished, every single one of the sixty thousand Undead Cavalry present lost their spiritual flame.

Those undead cavalry who were closer, regardless of their cultivation level or their realm, were no longer able to control their bodies. They all knelt down to the ground, unable to get up.

The momentum that came from controlling the tens of thousands of soldiers by the Empress of Yingtian, ’Shulv Ping’, also instantly waned.

She then looked up in amazement and confusion at Li Xuan, "All spirits bow down, who exactly are you?"