Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 491 - 431 Azure Sea Tide Rises + - 432 Waves Deceptive as Clouds_3

Chapter 491: Chapter 431 Azure Sea Tide Rises + Chapter 432 Waves Deceptive as Clouds_3

Rolling on the shore, the figure transformed into a ferocious great demon with a crocodile’s head and a person’s body. Surrounded by glittering azure light, it sprinted towards the bustling west bank.

"You all think I am so consumed by revenge that I would slowly approach Pinghu City, eating along the way and looking to settle my score with Zhou Ping’an. But you would never guess I’d change direction midway..."

"Only by devouring a few blood foods strong in Qi-Blood and pure in True Qi can I heal my injuries faster. This is my real target."

The Old Crocodile, who had been keeping an eye on the sword-wielding woman’s movements across the river early on, flickered a hint of pleasure in its blood-red eyes.

Miss tonight,

and the injuries would fully heal.

"Zhou Ping’an, your death is coming."

Recalling how his own child was smashed into a splash of egg whites and then slashed in half by a sword, turning into filthy blood,

the pain pierced the Old Crocodile’s heart.

"Before taking revenge on you, I’ll let you taste the death of your loved ones and your beloved generals. As for that old monkey’s task, I’ll ignore it. After I kill Zhou Ping’an and slaughter across three counties to avenge my grievances, I’ll go into hiding and no longer meddle with the invasion of the spirit demons—what do I care about the struggle for fate..."

The Old Crocodile climbed up a hillock and looked distantly to see the west bank of the great river already noisy with activity.

Countless dark figures emerged from the water, densely rushing towards the coast.

This time, aside from the water demons and fish monsters that perished, nearly forty thousand water demons landed together.

Even if these water demons perished completely, it wouldn’t matter; the mission was never meant to be completed. All these ignorant little demons and beasts dying in droves didn’t matter.

As long as they could draw the attention of a few large armies, that would suffice.

A mist of water drifted past.

The figure of the Old Crocodile faded even more.

Under the bright moonlight, it cast a long shadow and dashed towards Dongshan City.

...

"Tonight, leave no troops in the city. Thirty thousand soldiers will act simultaneously, a thousand soldiers per commander, each leading their troops to kill demons. The cavalry will gather in one place and rush to help at any sign of an emergency signal."

After issuing the command, Miss Qing, fully armed, rode at the forefront on a tall, chestnut horse, her feathered helmet gently quivering. She charged directly toward a village ablaze with fire.

In the rumbling sound of horse hooves, only a note of a qin was heard—

playing the melody of warfare and killing.

The morale of the two thousand cavalry surged all at once, their war cries shaking the heavens as they swooped past, leaving behind piles of demonic flesh and corpses.

The lead cavalry commander, towering and robust, rode a blue horse, wielding a massive Azure Dragon Blade which spun like a windmill—

it was Tang Lin’er.

Fire-red lotus brands covered his face and hands; his breath thunderous, no demons survived his blade.

Ahead, a giant crab charged at high speed.

Tang Lin’er, undeterred and tight on his horse’s belly, bellowed a wild roar, his blade motion reversed, its light turning somber.

The Sword Qi surged violently, splitting the air—half as dark as ink, half as frosty as moonlight.

The fierce, giant crab, having just leaped into the air, was cleaved in two by this single strike.

Juices splattered like rain as he charged through,

immediately followed by two thousand cavalry, who trampled it into a pulp.

"The Primordial Sword splits Yin and Yang; this sword technique is really powerful, even better suited to me than the Wave Subduing Blade. One stroke determines life and death, one cuts through Yin and Yang. As long as my strength and breath hold, even a mountain could be split open."

Remembering Zhou Ping’an, who had originally developed this technique and passed it down, Tang Lin’er felt nothing but admiration.

On their first meeting that day, Zhou Ping’an’s acts on the battlefield, mimicking him, were something he saw clearly.

Initially, he thought nothing of it.

But after following him to join Lin Residence, Zhou Ping’an’s rise was meteoric.

Soon, he couldn’t even see his back.

Who could have imagined that such an unremarkable young man at first would come this far today?

Not only had he carved out a significant territory, but he had also become famous throughout the Southwest, contending with the True Martial Realm.

Tang Lin’er invigorated his Qi-Blood, the King of Light’s True Qi attaching to his blade, emanating a faint bronze color.

The immense power erupting from his Fifth Level Lotus Body allowed him to act without any reservations, unafraid of any formidable demons suddenly attacking.

He knew his task tonight was not to kill a multitude of water demons, but to serve as bait.

Fifty li ahead was his own "fishpond."

Not only himself needed to be glaringly bright and sparkling.

Even the Miss Qing, sitting on the horse, playing the Heartless Heavenly Sound to boost morale and slay enemies like flax, served as bait.

As Zhou Ping’an would say, "If you can’t determine where the enemy will ultimately strike, then show them your vulnerability, making them feel that if they ignore it, they would never forgive themselves for it."

Here, the elite were elusive, without external reinforcements, yet their strength wasn’t formidable—just a mere two thousand cavalry, nowhere near enough to withstand a single True Martial Realm assault.

And the only threat, Yu Changsheng, was coincidentally killing demons within Pinghu territory.

Her flight was swift, crisscrossing brilliantly, impossible not to notice.

The Old Crocodile clearly wouldn’t attack her because, unable to capture her, entanglement would lead to no victories, only lost troops and an empty return.

Therefore, the most likely target was Dongshan City.

Such a delicious "piece of fat" before him, the Old Crocodile wouldn’t sleep well without taking a bite.

Moreover, devouring this elite force would deal a huge blow to Zhou Ping’an—an optimal double win.

Thus, from any perspective analyzed,

the Old Crocodile had to attack, a must-eat scenario.