Peace Order
Chapter 293 - 134: The Overlord’s Voice Moves, Chi Xiao Sword Sounds!_2

Chapter 293: Chapter 134: The Overlord’s Voice Moves, Chi Xiao Sword Sounds!_2

But in the eyes of Breaking Army, who was adept at temple predictions, he saw the elder as if seeing clouds masking the moon, like a mountain range obscuring the Heavenly Que, unfathomably profound and overwhelmingly oppressive. Just being in his presence, though he laughed as usual, the hand holding the reins involuntarily tightened.

This elder ranked first among the temple predictors.

Gently pressing on Li Guanyi’s brow, Zu Wenyuan said, "But now, by taking me with you, the danger has increased even more."

"Hmm?"

The elder smiled and said, "There are countless people in the city who wish for my death. By whisking me away like this, they will not pass up this opportunity. To kill me now would also stoke the flames of conflict between Chen Country and the Turkic, killing two birds with one stone."

Breaking Army laughed, "But we have no choice now!"

"You have worked hard, my Lord."

Zu Wenyuan nodded in approval, his gaze quietly falling on Li Guanyi.

With his eyes closed, Li Guanyi sat cross-legged, a Battle Halberd resting on his knees.

Atop the Battle Halberd, the dark evil aura nearly solidified, warping the void around it.

All his senses had transformed.

He didn’t see the elder’s face before him but a battlefield, a horrific battlefield where corpses piled into mountains and a man stood atop it. Clad in the lower half of armor and his robust upper body exposed, shrouded in dark miasma, he held a Battle Halberd.

A massive White Tiger loomed behind him, its pupils a flaming red-gold.

He noticed Li Guanyi.

Then he noticed the Red Dragon behind Li Guanyi.

Filled with fury, he glared at Li Guanyi with icy eyes, his voice like thunder, "Why do you betray me!!!"

Li Guanyi lowered his head to see he too was holding a Battle Halberd coiled by the Red Dragon. He knew that in the eyes of that Overlord, he must be somebody else, someone who came to him in insignificance, who swore brotherhood at the height of their power, and eventually fought to the death on the battlefield.

Li Guanyi sighed. The real White Tiger Dharma Form surged forth. The afterimage flashed before his eyes, the Overlord already appearing before him. Despite having received guidance from General Xue and possessing the courage to wield any weapon against all, Li Guanyi still felt immense pressure.

Lifting his arm, he wielded his Weapon.

The Battle Halberd hacked down fiercely.

Li Guanyi felt a turbulent surge within his chest.

His White Tiger Dharma Form was suppressed, completely immobile, while the Red Dragon seemed to be blessed, its Dragon Roar echoing across the battlefield. Li Guanyi managed to parry the blow. With a flick of his wrist, the Battle Halberd suddenly twisted, aiming its point at the Overlord.

The next moment, Li Guanyi’s vision darkened, and he was slain.

At this moment, if he had sufficient Mental State, he could have caught the Overlord’s first move and counterattacked.

By the third move, he would be killed.

Nevertheless.

Eight hundred years ago, this would have been enough to make a name for oneself.

To become a renowned general, all it required was to be slain by an Overlord.

In reality, Li Guanyi sat with his eyes closed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Zu Wenyuan’s expression was grave as he deduced something, then he arranged a few items around Li Guanyi, lit a bronze lamp, and Li Guanyi’s spirit gradually calmed, the furrow in his brow slowly smoothing out.

His consciousness came together once more. Li Guanyi clutched his forehead as a lamp appeared around him.

The light of the lamp allowed Li Guanyi to maintain his composure, unaffected by the Overlord’s nefarious aura and spared from mania and terror. Clenching his Weapon, he watched as the Overlord reappeared atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He exhaled softly, both hands gripping the Battle Halberd.

The visage of the White Tiger had vanished.

A crimson Dragon appeared by his side while the bronze tripod vibrated.

The power of the Five Dharma Forms circulated, all pouring into the Red Dragon, causing it to swell suddenly. Its crimson scales were clearly visible, flames swirling atop them. The Dragon’s low and solemn roars twisted the air around.

In Li Guanyi’s palm, the Divine Weapon swept through, the Battle Halberd’s blade wreathed in red flames.

With the Red Dragon coiled around him, its head facing the White Tiger on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, it roared sonorously.

It was the influence of the Weapon’s malevolent spirit. What was truly being contested were the thoughts. Here, there was no difference in realms.

Moreover, what faced them was only the Overlord’s lingering will.

A single step back in one’s mind was to retreat a thousand steps.

A crack would form in both the Dharma Form and the Mental State, and then they would shatter like powder.

Li Guanyi charged, his Battle Halberd sweeping horizontally. The Dragon Roar and the Tiger Roar Shaking Heaven and Earth resounded. In the outside world, Li Guanyi’s expression remained tranquil. Elder Zu watched the youth serenely, pressing down gently with his finger to suppress the Dragon Roar.

Yet the excited Roar Shaking Heaven and Earth of the Battle Halberd was crystal clear.

The white-haired elder reached out a finger, gently touching the Divine Weapon, sensing the malevolence on it. A dark golden light fluttered at the Battle Halberd’s hilt. The Battle Halberd’s sharpness hummed faintly, ready to engulf a fierce tiger - hence a low Tiger Roar. Zu Wenyuan murmured softly:

"The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd..."

"A Divine Weapon that nearly allowed an Overlord to conquer the world eight hundred years ago. Since ancient times, Divine Weapons have been sentient; they too have their enemies and allies. But now its original ally has departed, and in this world, the only one who might sense you is probably it alone."

"The Overlord and the Red Emperor..."

The elder sighed, raising his gaze toward a distant direction.

Central State · Taihe Palace.

The Divine Weapon Chi Xiao Sword, placed within this grand hall, had let out a low hum once before but then fell silent. The Emperor, concerned that the Masters and Palace Masters of the Academy might realize the Chi Xiao Sword’s master was no longer himself, worried they would prompt their disciples to initiate a grand era, thus he invited an alchemist from all over to handle this matter.

This alchemist was over two hundred years old.

It was said that long ago, he had glimpsed the secrets of longevity, was betrayed by his Disciple who stole his Cultivation Technique, and nearly went mad. For thirty years he wandered, consuming raw flesh and blood, his nails growing long and curved, his hair disheveled. Yet one day, he climbed a mountain, watched the sunrise, saw the grass and trees growing, and everything seemed lovely.