Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 790 - 613 General Mingyu + - 614 General Killer

Chapter 790: Chapter 613 General Mingyu + Chapter 614 General Killer

Chapter 613: General Mingyu + Chapter 614: General Killer

"Full army decapitation order, light the torches."

Following Zhou Ping’an’s command.

Within Fulong Pass, torches were lit up along the city walls, and amidst the swirling smoke, the front half of the pass was illuminated brightly.

Especially below the watchtower in the plaza, a tall flagpole stood erect, dangling a dwarf whose limp body and twisted limbs bled from the seven orifices, a visage wailed in agony, cast in a ghastly light by the flames.

"Here it comes, really not willing to wait even a moment longer."

Zhou Ping’an suddenly took a deep breath, and within thirty yards around him, a wild wind furiously whirls.

Shen Bi, Yan Bing, and Fang Sheng, all three of them gripping their weapons, tensed slightly, heightening their vigilance.

Although they saw nothing and sensed nothing.

But their trust in Zhou Ping’an meant they had no doubt whether an enemy was really ambushing?

Beneath the torchlight’s glow, there was nothing.

Only a gray-white moth, silently flapping its wings, drawing closer.

As if determined to crash into a pine torch.

Even if it meant burning itself to ashes.

Moths to a flame, longing for light.

This common scene on the ramparts happened often, nothing worth noticing on any other day.

But, Zhou Ping’an knew something was amiss.

Even if putting aside that fleeting sense of crisis deep inside him, just the fact that within thirty yards around him, small creatures dared to approach, was already quite peculiar.

Because he had already stimulated his Qi-Blood, invoking the True Kunpeng Spirit, though he hadn’t shown its Real Form, but the faint predatory pressure from atop the food chain had already enveloped the area within thirty yards around him.

To Humans, it was nearly imperceptible, but for smaller animals and beings, this pressure was enough to force them to keep their distance.

Let alone approach voluntarily.

Also, the fierce winds within those thirty yards seemed chaotic with no specific direction.

Yet there was a pattern within, every gust of wind, blowing hither and thither, was directed away from the flagpole.

Vexed by the swirling gust, the moth was not swept away; instead, it tumbled through the air, drawing near the flagpole stealthily.

"What a cunning General Mingyu, so versatile; turns out, your transformations are not limited to human likenesses."

Although Zhou Ping’an couldn’t quite grasp how a mere Foundation Path Realm cultivator could cultivate such an almost unbreakable, tenacious Golden Body, and transform into small creatures, eluding even his spiritual perception and detecting no anomalies.

But existence is reason.

In a world with Innate Divine Abilities, reincarnations, and uniquely gifted individuals.

To speak of science and reason now would seem rather out of place.

Just assume he can.

All of a sudden, without any warning, a bright flash of Sword Light burst forth from Zhou Ping’an’s body.

The light of the sword faintly twinkled and merged into the wind, and was nowhere to be seen.

In the blink of an eye, when it reappeared, it was rending the void, carrying the edge that shattered everything, striking in front of the moth.

"Puff..."

Amidst the dull sound.

The moth disintegrated into a cloud of dust, and Zhou Ping’an caught sight of a figure’s back, radiating with Jinguang, with a hard, green shell on the back that with a single glance at the Eight Diagrams patterned like a turtle shell could captivate the gaze, engulfing the observer in its mysterious and profound cosmic mysteries, making it difficult to look away.

The Sky-splitting Slash, driven by the Two Phases of the Wind and Sky, only managed to carve out a deep white mark on that turtle shell, as sparks scattered, residual Sword Qi split in two, sweeping past both sides.

Shh...

Two deep sword marks appeared on the ground, extending straight down dozens of yards deep.

In the moment the sword light blinked, that figure had already turned around, revealing a face that was handsome, valiant, and filled with a chilling killing intent—it was none other than General Mingyu Xue Mingyu himself.

Who knew when, the turtle shape on his back disappeared in a flash, as he stood there graceful as a pine tree, with a Bright Silver Square Sky Painting in hand, tilted towards the ground, reflecting a cold, harsh brilliance.

"You have some skill, but if you’re trying to set a trap for me, you’re still lacking a bit of experience."

General Mingyu was in no hurry to act.

He didn’t seem concerned about Zhou Ping’an next to the flagpole making another move.

He had already tried it.

Though the opponent’s Sword Technique was formidable, and the Sword Intent was mystically profound with the power to shred the void.

If it were anyone else of the same level, facing this sword, they would either be split in two or suffer grave injuries.

But this absolutely did not include himself.

"What kind of Golden Body is this? Your defense is so strong?"

Zhou Ping’an curiously asked.

It had to be said, General Mingyu, in some aspects, was far more troublesome to deal with than the Jiudi Monk.

Although the Jiudi Monk has an unrivaled Earth Tunneling Technique.

But he lacked powerful Magical Treasures and a Physique strong enough to ignore his own attacks. Once his Earth Walking Technique was broken, he became a lamb for the slaughter.

Yet this General Mingyu seemed to have no shortcomings on any front.

Stealth virtually undetectable...

Martial Arts refined, nearly flaw-free.

With strong attacks, and defense so formidable it drove others to despair.

This kind of versatile warrior is troublesome to deal with, both commanding troops on the battlefield or in agile single combat.

"How could you Demon Sect juniors understand the subtlety of my Pure Yang Wanhua Golden Body? Ever changing, Indestructible Golden Body..."

Xue Mingyu sneered, seemingly impatient to say more.

With a single motion, he turned into a golden torrent, rushing toward the flagpole.