Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 365 - 365 364 Blood Sea Oar Drifting

365: Chapter 364: Blood Sea Oar Drifting 365: Chapter 364: Blood Sea Oar Drifting “Where there are people, there is Jianghu, and where there is Jianghu, there are grievances.

The world is filled with never-ending strife and conquests, and even the vast and boundless Earth Immortal Realm is no exception.”

Endless and vast, where heaven and earth converge, lay a vast grassland, spanning a hundred thousand miles, also known as the Boundless Grassland of a Hundred Thousand Miles.

The drums of war throbbed, the fierce wind howled, and the earth-shaking cries of battle rang out as weapons clashed and blood was spilt.

Countless soldiers fought bloody battles on the Boundless Grassland.

Limbs and heads were severed and fell, and in the frenzy of battle, countless soldiers fell grimly upon the grassland.

Yet the fight was far from over; it grew only fiercer.

For the Boundless Grassland of a Hundred Thousand Miles had another name, the Ten Countries Battlefield.

Whenever war ignited, all grievances and wars would begin in these grasslands, a custom that had continued for ten thousand years.

The Kingdom of Aolai, Kingdom of Chechi, Yin Hou Country, Lesser Saint Country, Great Saint Country…

Quanrong Country…

Within a million miles, ten nations stood in precarious balance.

This was the war between nations, another aspect of the world’s variety, for where there were people, strife was never lacking.

“Your Highness, flee quickly!”

Deep in the grasslands, thousands of soldiers clad in black armor fought bloodily.

A young man dressed in a black python robe, wielding a sharp sword, was at the forefront, cutting down soldiers from the Quanrong Country with a fierce aura surrounding him.

Zhao Gou, the second prince of the Lesser Saint Country, a youth talented in both literature and martial arts, held tremendous renown within his country and was a strong contender for the throne.

In an effort to add leverage to his claim to succession, when the Lesser Saint Country waged war with the Quanrong Country, Zhao Gou had taken it upon himself to lead a hundred thousand soldiers into battle.

This was meant to be a war without suspense.

The Quanrong Country had but thirty thousand soldiers and stood no chance against Zhao Gou.

However, as the war commenced, Quanrong soldiers swarmed from all directions, their numbers reaching hundreds of thousands.

Realizing the discrepancy between enemy and ally, Zhao Gou knew he had fallen into a grand trap.

His soldiers fought bloodily against the massive Quanrong army, but all were eventually slain, leaving him trapped and alone.

How could thousands of soldiers withstand an army of hundreds of thousands?

Zhao Gou knew he couldn’t escape.

He had long prepared for death, but even in death, he would fall upon the Boundless Grassland, never to become a prisoner of the Quanrong Country.

“Zhao Gou, you brat, won’t you surrender?

Or must I, the general, personally strike you down right here?”

From all sides, a sea of people converged as hundreds of thousands of the Quanrong army encircled Zhao Gou.

A Quanrong general rode forth, his eyes displaying a cruel glint as he gazed at Zhao Gou.

“Amutai, if you want to kill, just kill.

To think you can take me as your captive is nothing but a foolish dream,” Zhao Gou said with his sword pointed at the Quanrong general, his voice cold and somber.

“Zhao Gou, you truly are pitiful.

Don’t you want to know why I learned you’d be here?” the Quanrong general said with a cold laugh.

“Zhao Xun?” Zhao Gou’s expression changed as if he had realized something, and he almost ground his teeth to pieces.

Zhao Xun, the crown prince of the Lesser Saint Country and the rightful heir to the throne.

The two brothers had long lost all fraternal affection in their struggle for succession.

Today, as he led his army to war, it was certain that Zhao Xun had betrayed his movements to the Quanrong Country, resulting in his current predicament.

Though he now understood everything, it was already too late.

Zhao Gou knew he faced certain death, which brought a shade of despair to the depths of his eyes.

“Zhao Gou, you might be a hero, but today you would die here.

Finish yourself off,” the Quanrong general said somberly.

In the boundless heaven and earth, as soldiers fell in battle, Zhao Gou could only offer a wry smile.

He knew perhaps this was his best choice, far better than being slain by the enemy’s axe.

Clang!

A sharp sword was drawn, positioned across the throat; Zhao Gou truly had no other choice at this point.

“Your Highness, no!”

The faces of the soldiers were filled with anguish, and some even grabbed Zhao Gou’s sword, clearly intending to prevent him from taking his own life.

“I have let you all down.

When I descend into the Underworld, we will still be brothers.”

Zhao Gou slowly pushed the soldier in front of him away, the blade of his sword already grazing his skin.

With only a slight effort, he could pierce his own throat and breathe his last in this place.

“Who… who is this?”

Suddenly, an astonished cry arose, causing Zhao Gou’s expression to change slightly as he looked toward the source of the sound.

In a place covered with weeds, a blood-soaked man in black lay prostrate, largely concealed by the thick grass that obscured his face from view.

Yet, the flickering Demon Light surrounding him was distorting the very fabric of the void.

At the same time.

The Dark Prison was boundless and endless.

As the last strand of Heavenly Demon Light surged into Ye Xuan’s Primordial Spirit, the Dark Prison began to crumble inch by inch.

A brutally violent murderous intent filled Ye Xuan’s consciousness, turning his Primordial Spirit jet-black as ink.

“Roar!”

Like the roar of a fierce beast, like the bellowing of an evil dragon, an inhuman sound burst forth from Ye Xuan’s mouth as the Dark Prison finally disintegrated, and his Primordial Spirit returned to his body at that moment.

As the Primordial Spirit merged with the body to become one, a terrifying event occurred.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan’s eyes snapped open, his pupils dark and frightening, swirling tumultuously as if to draw in the souls of all living beings, causing Zhao Gou and the other soldiers to cry out in alarm.

“This… this….”

Zhao Gou wasn’t foolish.

Although he didn’t know who Ye Xuan was, the dark aura spiraling around the figure gave him an impulse to kneel and bow down.

His very soul trembled at that moment.

“I, Zhou Gou, the second prince of the Great Saint Country, have today fallen into an ambush by the Quanrong Country, with my life hanging by a thread.

I beseech my senior to save my life; I shall never forget this great kindness.”

Zhao Gou quickly knelt down and began kowtowing to Ye Xuan, lowering his stance as much as possible.

Zhao Gou wasn’t foolish.

A Cultivator at the Golden Core Stage himself, he couldn’t sense Ye Xuan’s Realm, which at the very least had to be at the Nascent Soul Stage or higher.

Although the aura around Ye Xuan didn’t seem to belong to a proper cultivator, with his life-threatening crisis at hand, only this abruptly appearing figure could save him.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan remained unmoved by Zhao Gou’s plea, as he was in the throes of an extremely violent emotional state.

The Dark Prison, a manifestation of Heavenly Demon Power, had trapped him.

Though he had escaped, he had absorbed the Heavenly Demon Power into his Primordial Spirit, and his heart was now brimming with a violent and cruel streak, along with an impulse to slaughter everything in Heaven and Earth.

But Ye Xuan was desperately trying to restrain these negative emotions, hoping to suppress them.

If he were to truly embark on a massacre, he feared he might turn into a mere killing machine.

“Where did this thief come from, die!”

Suddenly, a Quanrong general swung his sword, unleashing an attack with a hundred yards of sword light towards Ye Xuan, clearly perceiving Ye Xuan to be one of Zhao Gou’s men.