The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 152 - 99: Three Men Guarding a City_3

Chapter 152: Chapter 99: Three Men Guarding a City_3

At this moment, a hopeful expression appeared on the tender face of the Great Daxia Emperor: "Marquis Yuan did not let me down, the banner of Great Daxia has finally been planted on the walls of the City of No Return."

The hundred and eighty thousand cities are both a city and a formation.

If a military flag is erected on the city wall, the dragon-bell in the Great Daxia palace will ring nine times.

If a military flag falls, it will ring once.

Some time ago, the dragon-bell of Great Daxia rang nine times.

The Emperor of Great Daxia immediately rushed to the ancestral hall without even having time to put on his shoes.

Now, the City of No Return has returned to Great Daxia.

This also signifies that Great Daxia has another twenty years of national fortune.

Otherwise, if the city is lost for twenty years, Great Daxia will be destroyed and merged into Great Sui.

Merging into Great Sui, even though it also resists the demonic army.

But, who wants to be cannon fodder? Who wants to be completely exploited?

The Emperor’s face was full of excitement, but when he saw the tears in Marquis Yuan’s wife’s eyes, his excitement faded away.

The banner of Great Daxia was planted on the City of No Return, yet when will the soldiers of Daxia return?

In a few more days, the demonic armies will storm the City of No Return again. How much longer can the City of No Return hold on for?

The Emperor of Great Daxia does not want the people of Great Daxia to hear the bell of the City of No Return’s fall again.

...

In the following days, Qi Yuan frequently saw Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao, staggering as they buried the bodies in the city.

The aura of the two grew weaker and weaker, hanging by a thread.

However, both of them seemed to be holding their last breath, never falling.

"Cough cough, if the demonic army doesn’t come, I’ll die," Chen Jiao sat on the city wall, muttering to himself.

Zhang Sheng also knows his end is near: "Before I die, I must kill at least one demon!"

Only then would it be worth it.

In the last few days, the two no longer buried the bodies, saving their last breath to guard the flag of Great Daxia.

After an unknown length of time, the ground began to shake.

The spirits of the two men on the city wall suddenly cheered up.

They struggled to stand up, standing on the city wall, watching the sandstorm in the distance.

In the sandstorm, about seven or eight hundred enormous demons were charging towards them.

Like elephants stampeding, dust flying everywhere.

Such a powerful demonic army would tear a mortal army to shreds in an instant.

Against such powerful demons, the City of No Return simply cannot hold on.

There was no fear on Zhang Sheng’s face, he raised his bowl: "Drink with me!"

Chen Jiao also drank his wine in one gulp.

The wine bowl shattered on the ground, breaking into seven or eight pieces.

"Damn it, the demons are finally here!"

Zhang Sheng looked up at Qi Yuan, a regretful expression flashed in his heart.

This young man had stayed here all along, and now, there was no chance to leave.

Chen Jiao cursed, looking at the charging demons, his voice choked with emotion: "I want to go home, in my haste, I forgot to castrate the pig I had given to the widow Li next door..."

Qi Yuan stared at the demons below, a smile in his eyes.

"Have they finally arrived?"

He looked at the army of demons below, holding his broken sword while standing in the middle of the city wall.

He thought for a while, then shouted loudly: "I am the garrison of the City of No Return. Anyone who invades the City of No Return, dies!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing into the camp of the demonic army.

The demonic army paid no heed, rushing straight towards Qi Yuan.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan’s face changed: "Even though you are mad, not understanding human language, rejection is uncomfortable to me."

He held his broken sword and jumped down from the city wall.

The thirty-zhang high city wall, to Qi Yuan, was as flat as the ground.

Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao were stirred by this sight.

"Too bad we are not practitioners, otherwise we would surely jump down and fight to the death with that young hero!" exclaimed Zhang Sheng.

They were just low-grade practitioners who only learned some superficial kung fu.

If they jumped down from the city wall, they would surely die.

"Young hero, please slaughter the enemy. We two, will accompany you on the road to the underworld!" Zhang Sheng hollered.

With this sound, it seemed like he had used up all his strength. After the shout, he looked somewhat dispirited.

"With the three of us, we won’t be alone!" Chen Jiao also roared.

Qi Yuan heard them and held his peace for a moment before saying slowly, "Sit atop the city walls and watch as I slay these little beasts one by one!"

"Being able to witness your heroic killing of the demons before death... makes this life... worthwhile!" Zhang Sheng spoke, his voice faltering.

At this moment, Qi Yuan wielded his longsword.

Seven to eight hundred monsters, like charging mammoths, rushed towards him.

Dust filled the air, and all he could see was yellow sand.

Qi Yuan stood on the sand, his long hair billowing, his sleeves rustling in the wind.

Heaven-Splitting Sword Art!

In this instant, Qi Yuan used his most powerful skill.

Even though he was now at only level 49, his previously acquired major and minor skills still existed.

He was actually a bit curious.

Could he still awaken new skills every ten levels or every thirty levels?

Setting those thoughts aside, Qi Yuan wholeheartedly engaged in the battle.

"Attack!"

Qi Yuan leaped up, a domineering broken sword descended from the sky.

With one slash from top to bottom, it was as if a towering divine statue had fallen.

Boom!

The sword aura pulsed, splitting the sand in two. Hundreds of monsters were caught by the sword aura, their bodies shattered, their flesh blurred.

The slain monsters vanished in a blink.

With one stroke, ninety-seven monsters were killed.

Qi Yuan held his broken sword, slowly walked towards the army of monsters: "Little beasts, line up and let me cut you down."

Above the city walls, Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao’s eyes widened.

What had they seen?

A single sword strike killing nearly a hundred monsters?

This kind of... power... is simply terrifying.

This isn’t a commander, this is clearly a lord!

A lord who could march straight into Great Daxia and be granted the title of Marquis!

Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao were utterly shocked.

They never expected that this somewhat quirky young man was actually a legendary lord.

They watched as Qi Yuan charged into the swarm of monsters.

The broken sword in his hand was like the sharpest divine weapon in the world.

The monsters he came across were all struck by his sword.

"Kill!"

Amid the desolation, Qi Yuan slaughtered thousands.

In the vast wilderness, he also battled nearly three thousand alien demons.

His technique, honed to the extreme.

Especially the technique of killing monsters.

The monsters at this moment, formed into an army, were much easier to kill than the scattered ones roaming the city before.

With each stroke of his sword, like a prowling dragon, any monster must be slain!

Kill, kill, kill!

The yellow sand obscured Qi Yuan’s vision.

With just him and his broken sword, he held the lonely city.

He charged into the monster army, in and out three times.

All who saw him, all who touched him, all who heard him, all were slain.

The mighty monster army was entirely wiped out by him.

With dusk approaching, Qi Yuan, holding his broken sword, pristine as ever, looked at the last wounded white bone monster that attempted to escape.

"Stop running, fight me fair and square!"

"Ah, you’re injured and don’t want to fight anymore?"

"Here’s a restoration pill for you."

"Oh, I forgot, you’re a skeleton, you can’t bleed."

A flash of sword light, the last white bone monster died under his sword.

Qi Yuan picked up the broken sword, lightly blowing off the residual blood from the battle, just as always.

A gust of wind blew by as Qi Yuan stood atop the boundless desert, turning around to leave.

It was a pity that there was only the desert, no solitary smoke in sight, nor a setting sun over a long river.