Peace Order
Chapter 394 - 168: Son of Li Wanli, Li Guanyi!

Chapter 394: Chapter 168: Son of Li Wanli, Li Guanyi!

The Qilin Fire blazed intensely, unmatched in ferocity. The young man’s qi and blood surged within him, rapidly healing his wounds. He lifted his gaze, the tips of his hair at his temples rising slightly. A golden-red hue infused his raven-black hair. The Qilin around him suddenly let out a fierce roar.

Beneath Li Guanyi, the ground within a thirty-foot radius suddenly cracked, resembling a land breaking apart.

However, these fissures emanated a reddish-gold trace, and then, accompanying the Qilin’s roar, like a volcanic eruption, the reddish-gold fire and magma burst forth. One could only catch glimpses of golden sparks shattering and scattering on the ground as the Imperial Guards, instructed by Tantai Xianming, were directly vaporized.

The air twisted from the intense high temperature. The Qilin circled around Li Guanyi, its reddish-gold eyes dragon-like. It opened its mouth, with a breath of golden-red lingering in its throat. The earth itself melted, and steel turned into molten iron that flowed on the ground.

Li Guanyi lifted his sword, extending his hand to gently touch the Qilin at his side.

The violent fire did not harm him but instead swirled around Li Guanyi. He looked up at Yue Qianfeng, who was nearing the limits of his endurance, watching the layers of Red Dragon’s Scale Armor snap one by one. The top thirty, ten, and five on the Divine General List were all watershed moments of layered divides.

Li Guanyi spoke softly, "Go, Qilin."

"Help Yue with this, you can’t leave with me..."

The young man rubbed the Qilin’s head and said, "I know, asking you to fight the fifteenth Divine General in your current state is a lot, but..." The Qilin’s low roar was calm. Li Guanyi put down his sword, and the Qilin lowered its head to touch foreheads with the young man.

Then, it let out an exalted roar.

As if it were charging into that battle from ten years ago that it had arrived too late for.

With every step, the Qilin tread upon the void, and each fall unleashed a burst of golden-red flames.

The Qilin Fire rose up and flowed onto the Red Dragon, restoring the Scale Armor repeatedly, and the top-ranked Divine General finally had to defend himself. In the void, Yue Qianfeng’s shoulder armor had already shattered. Suffering severe injuries twice in two short months, followed by a grueling battle.

He clenched the Battle Halberd tightly, nearly in a trance as he saw the Qilin appear. He lowered his head, and Xiao Wuliang also did the same. Almost instinctively, they turned their gaze towards the battlefield, as if they could still see that figure stepping onto the battlefield, spear in hand.

But ultimately, they saw nothing.

Once the unsurpassed symbol that charged at the forefront among their generation of Divine Generals had fallen.

Yue Qianfeng held the Battle Halberd, and with a wide grin, he laughed, "To fight side by side with the Qilin, haha, very well, it seems that this world still holds some mysterious fates... just as if the Great General were still alive."

Tai Xianming lowered his gaze.

Yue Qianfeng continued to laugh, unafraid of death, holding the Battle Halberd in both hands with his heart pounding and blood surging. He laughed as he attacked the Divine General alongside the Qilin. Xiao Wuliang lifted his heavy hammer, blocking both halberds on one side and pressuring the Qilin on the other.

"I too have a reason I cannot retreat," he declared.

Yue Qianfeng laughed loudly, "Then what’s left to say?!"

The halberds swung down!

"Kill!"

As Divine Generals clashed in the heavens, Li Guan gripped the Frost Battle Halberd, turning and rushing without hesitation into the Qilin Palace, slamming into the Great Formation. The roar of the Qilin echoed behind him; after this battle, the Qilin would likely need a long time to recover. It was the Qilin’s most longed-for battle.

It was also Yue Qianfeng’s only chance at vitality.

It was the chance at vitality for Li Guan, for Yan Xuanji, Yue Pengwu, and everyone else.

Each person had their own battlefield.

Li Guan suddenly felt the tumultuous destiny of this world.

With the Frost Battle Halberd in hand, he charged into the Hidden Palace!

The Imperial Guards, who had seen him and then the appearance of the Qilin, showed changes in their demeanor. The quick-witted among them had already made the connection to the former master of the Qilin. As their expressions changed, they suddenly heard a faint whoosh, followed by a sharp pain in their necks.

Instinctively raising their hands, they touched the crude yet sturdy triangular arrows.

The feathers on the arrow’s tail came from an eagle of the grasslands, short but straight arrows capable of tearing through the wind.

This was from the Turkic Iron Futu...

Before they could reach a conclusion,

The next moment, a second arrow shot straight through their foreheads.

Only after the sharp, eagle-like whoosh of the arrow piercing their brows did the sound reach their ears.

As some of the Imperial Guards were still stunned by the appearance of the Qilin and the implications it brought, arrows flew in from all directions, one after another, killing them. In the time it took an incense stick to burn, all the guards who had witnessed the birth of the Qilin lay dead.

Turkic Samurai rose to their feet, led by a man whose gaze was cold yet admirative:

"Mr. Po Jun was right."

With a tone of surprise and admiration, he spoke to his subordinates in the Turkic language:

"There really is a divine incarnation here. It’s said that when a god descends to the human world, his spirit becomes a hero among men, his vigorous flesh turns into rivers, his blood becomes humans, and his weapon transforms into a Divine Beast."

"To think there is one of the mightiest Divine Beasts here, a sign of good fortune for the Seventh Prince."

The other Turkic Samurai bowed their heads, reverently saying:

"Gharsen nigets’okhobui bogdor!"

This was the language of the grasslands, meaning, the god who walks through flames on Earth.

The Qilin had once appeared on the grasslands and was recorded in murals, an Exotic Beast of extreme reverence in all the world—whether in Central Plains, the Western Regions, or the grasslands. The Think Tank quietly told them about the Exotic Beast here but also warned them not to act rashly.