Peace Order
Chapter 295 - 135: Overlord’s Ultimate Skills, Slaying Si Qing!

Chapter 295: Chapter 135: Overlord’s Ultimate Skills, Slaying Si Qing!

The sound of horse hooves became increasingly urgent, and besides such sounds, no other noise surrounded them, leaving only the unnerving echo of hoofbeats spreading outward.

Breaking Army trusted Zu Wenyuan.

But the chill of the murderous intent on his back was also distinctly clear.

Wearing the dark gold mask, Situ Deqing, upon finding the enemy, showed not the slightest hesitation or delay; he was ready to strike immediately. After dealing with the powerless old man, he needed to return and head straight for the Xue Family to take Li Guanyi’s life.

He had endured that kid several times.

No more.

There was no time to waste here.

But just as he was about to make his move, he felt a surge of deadly energy in an instant.

As a result, Situ Deqing, who had nearly landed on the carriage, saw his pupils shrink suddenly.

"Huh???"

"What is this!!!"

Almost instinctively.

He sprang away, soared through the air, and inverted the grip on his Xuanbing Level weapon, looking in astonishment at the charging war chariot. He sensed three people on the carriage—one the coachman, one was Zu Wenyuan, and another presence...

Huh? Why does it feel familiar, yet so strange?!

Who is it?

No, that’s not anyone I’ve sensed before!

Alertness filled Situ Deqing’s eyes, while in that dreamlike state, Li Guan fought the Overlord countless times, returned to the starting scene just as often, and then watched the White Tiger lower its gaze, the Overlord wearing only the lower half of his armor bellowed in rage.

’Why do you betray me!’

Annoyed, Li Guan cursed:

’I betray your aunt!’

Or sometimes he cursed in agony from being cleaved to death by the Overlord’s halberd.

With gritted teeth, he raised a middle finger and swore:

"I am your father."

Then Li Guan lifted his weapon, ready to fight the Overlord.

The flow of time in his consciousness did not entirely align with the outside world’s perception.

Slowly, Li Guan became immersed in battle, suppressing his anger, determined to defeat the Overlord. Even the light that appeared by his side became useless as he was absorbed in the fight, seemingly due to the heavy lingering hatred of the Overlord.

He gradually became dazed, gradually forgetting himself.

He didn’t know whether he was the man wielding the Battle Halberd, wrapped in the Red Dragon, or the Overlord standing atop a mountain of corpses and seas of blood, discontent in his heart until the very end, with only the Battle Halberd in his hand, tangible and undeniable.

Li Guan’s thoughts slowly solidified within.

Who am I?

He closed his eyes, the bronze lamp flickering beside him.

The Divine Weapon Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd emitted a piercing cry, beginning to intertwine with Li Guan’s own Qi.

Above the Divine Weapon, murderous aura mingled with Li Guan’s will to battle.

On this Divine Weapon, amidst the Overlord’s murderous aura and the legacy from General Xue, a third conscious Imprint emerged, though faint and hardly noticeable, but nonetheless real and tangible.

Only those who forget themselves can ascend.

Li Guan’s consciousness, like water seeping into a sponge, slowly forgot his identity, forgot the time, forgot his origins, leaving only the pure instincts of a martial artist, the fight after fight, the residual perception of killing intent.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Situ Deqing completed his seventeenth feint.

He launched his eighteenth feint.

In Li Guan’s consciousness, he seemed to see an arrow shot from afar on the battlefield where he fought the Overlord; almost instinctively, he raised his weapon and effortlessly knocked the arrow aside.

In the present world.

Li Guan instinctively turned the Battle Halberd in his hand, the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd slightly lifted.

The cold blade, shaped like a tiger’s devouring mouth, was almost poking at Situ Deqing through the carriage.

The fully activated Divine Weapon’s murderous aura erupted.

Like the low groan of a White Tiger.

!!!!

Situ Deqing’s pupils contracted, and he retreated instantly in the void, stepping on a cluster of fallen leaves, moving with the carriage in the wind, the mystical weapon held inverted in his grasp, and behind the dark gold mask, a pair of eyes stared intently ahead, chest heaving, panting heavily.

Something’s not right...

This kind of murderous aura, this kind of killing intent.

It’s all wrong, very wrong.

Situ Deqing, a true top-tier assassin, had mastered the manipulation of his Qi in all manners—detecting an enemy’s aura and concealing his own were both fundamental skills.

In Situ Deqing’s perception, every time he was about to act against that carriage,

he felt an internal pressure.

It was as if a formidable being loomed over the carriage, watching him indifferently.

When Situ Deqing tried to strike, his powerful intuitive senses even conjured clear visions of being pierced, slashed, and torn apart by a weapon, resulting in his death.

At his level, a martial artist’s instincts were akin to those of a Heavenly God.

Situ Deqing instinctively widened the distance yet, due to logical judgment that only Zu Wenyuan was inside the carriage, he halted his movement technique. Over a dozen times he had refrained from getting within three feet of that carriage to unleash a killing blow.

What’s going on?!

Situ Deqing’s eyes fell slightly; he thought about retreating.

Yet he couldn’t accept it and hesitated. As the carriage continued to gallop forward, he stepped onto the void and casually reached at his waist to grab a short sword. With a flick of his wrist, the short sword shattered, its Qi Radiance transforming into a sword light that slashed down.

Boom!!!

Half of the carriage was directly split apart!