Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 542 - 457 Great Mingyue River + - 458 Hanyang Bleeding_2

Chapter 542: Chapter 457 Great Mingyue River + Chapter 458 Hanyang Bleeding_2

At this moment, he couldn’t tell if it was day or night, or whether the moon reflected in the water or the moon in the sky was real or fake, or perhaps both were fake.

A gentle, cool breeze brushed against his face.

The strong scent of blood in his nostrils also seemed to fade a bit.

Cui Guangshen felt as if he had returned to his youth, a time when his eldest brother’s career had just skyrocketed as he became the Prefectural Governor of one prefecture. Being the Governor’s brother naturally brought him much adoration.

Many daughters of prominent families eagerly sought his company; those beauties he could only once look up to were now easily accessible with a little effort, showering him with intentional flattery—his life was like that of a deity...

When exactly did these days start to change?

A hint of gloom crossed Cui Guangshen’s mind as the smell of blood rushed into his consciousness.

"Something’s wrong..."

A momentary lapse in concentration had catastrophic consequences.

He forced himself to rally his spirits, seeing both the Great Mingyue River and a flash of a bright sword blade, swift as light and as lightning, streaking past his neck.

A head had already flown up three meters high.

Below, a roar of agony from a Snake Dragon Wind-tearing Beast followed as the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.

The slender figure in Green Clothes and Silver Armor, riding her horse like a flight, charged through the mist of blood.

"Kill!"

Behind him, two thousand Black Armored Cavalry, half-crouching with swords and spears raised, charged forward like a torrential river under his feet.

Thud...

Cui Guangshen’s head fell to the ground, rolling several times, his vision darkened, consciousness fading.

In his final moment, he thought he heard his younger brother’s crying—or perhaps it was a shriek of terror and rage.

"Such a splendid execution of Great Mingyue River."

Zhou Ping’an, stationed with the Central Army, clapped and laughed.

Watching Third Miss slicing through the ranks, beheading with a single stroke.

It vaguely brought him back to his first battle upon entering this world.

Back then, the Third Miss Lin, known as the Green-Clothed Ghost Mask, rode her white horse like a dragon, lethal with every strike, terrifying gods and ghosts alike.

Indeed, she was majestic and fierce.

It was precisely because of seeing Third Miss Lin’s formidable prowess that Zhou Ping’an had followed Tang Lin’er, seeking to join the Lin Family to learn their Sword Technique.

Those past events, though not too long ago, felt like a previous life to Zhou Ping’an.

Now, the Third Miss remained as formidable, yet her sword skills were much sharper and more miraculous than before.

From merely a Swordsman who had completed Blood Renewal to now a Valkyrie in the Second Realm of Sword Intent, a Vigorous Air Spirit, and moreover, one who had studied the Treasure Manuscript and mastered unique skills.

Had everyone indeed grown to such extents?

Witnessing Lin Huaiyu rise to her full height, her sword raised a massive surge, roaring as it slashed down—a single stroke executed the Calming Waves of the Four Seas. An opposing general, having just charged out, found himself as if entrapped in the deep sea, his movements as slow as a snail’s.

A flash of light.

The head of a Six Yang Leader had already flown, blood spewing skyward.

"Three Generals..."

From the opposing cavalry formation, a torrent of cries arose.

Before the cries could subside, countless screams and wails erupted again.

The ferocity of Lin Huaiyu, fully unleashed, was now fully visible to Zhou Ping’an.

During that first battle in this world, where the Third Miss had been in the opposing camp, he dared not look more, focusing solely on pretending to be dead.

Now, serving as the Central Army Commander and in the same camp, he could clearly see everything.

At this moment, he understood that Lin Huaiyu’s method of combat was entirely different from his.

If his charge could be described as an unstoppable sharp arrow, bursting through the enemy with unstoppable force,

Then Lin Huaiyu’s style was different.

She did not rush forward eagerly, instead, her swirling sword light formed a spherical shape, expanding like azure waves in all directions.

Harnessing momentum against incoming forces, entangling and entrapping, wherever she passed, countless Blood Riders, like moths to a flame, involuntarily dashed towards her swirling vortex of sword light.

As they entered, vigorous and ferocious, but what flew out were but severed limbs and broken bodies.

The cavalry formation led by Lin Huaiyu, like a black hole, devoured all assaults, her sword light like a surging ocean wave, pushing relentlessly forward in wave after wave without end.

Behind her, two thousand Black Armored Cavalry, empowered by the Tiger Talisman, merely followed, harvesting enemies without even encountering decent resistance.

In an instant, they had broken through three thousand Blood Riders.

As Lin Huaiyu continued her advance, never ceasing her sword movements, Zhou Ping’an personally beat the giant drums, issuing the command for a full army assault.

Twenty thousand foot soldiers, like a dense swarm of ants, marched in precise step, slowly accelerating forward, directly pressing towards the enemy formation.

Boom...

A disturbance first appeared in Guangyun’s fifty-thousand-strong army, followed by a loosening of their formation; as soon as both sides engaged, the risk of collapse loomed imminent.

Among roars, overseers frantically executed deserters, yet they could not stop the retreating steps of the defenders.

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Chapter 458 Hanyang Bleeding

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"Eh, who is that female general? Quite formidable."

Gu Mingxiao’s eyes shone brightly.

Having cultivated in the Immortal Mansion Heavenly Cave for more than a hundred years—two centuries even.

This time, he had been lamenting how his sect had declined year after year, presently lacking remarkable descendants. Those who were practicing the swordsmanship and cultivation methods mundanely had adequate cultivation, but lacked a certain ingenuity.

Watching this generation of True Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples,

Gu Mingxiao felt that not only was it unlikely to witness the emergence of several Divine Martial experts, but it might also be challenging to even see many reach the True Martial Realm.