Chapter 405: Chapter 329: Chen Yuan’s Rebellion_2
They witnessed this scene, so with wide eyes, so with pupils contracting, yet none dared to entertain the thought of coming forward to pay their respects at this ti.
Now, going forward, are you stupid? There’ll definitely be no good outco.
At this mont, nearly all the strong beings of the city had gathered, watching this scene, holding their breath.
The next second, a voice devoid of emotion echoed between heaven and earth,
“Heavenly Petition!”
“Yes!”
With the word spoken, there was a sound like muffled thunder exploding within the great army.
Imdiately after, a figure shot up into the sky, unfurling a pair of Wind and Thunder wings on his back that in an instant grew to several dozen feet wide, whipping up a wild gale.
This person had the face of a thunder god, soaring high into the sky, one hand holding a silver hamr encircled with silver lightning, and the other hand reaching out to a sharp and lethal black Nail Chisel.
“Hah”
With a loud shout, his face twisted fiercely as the Thunder Hamr in his hand brutally smashed onto the black Nail Chisel.
A “boom” of thunder exploded.
In an instant, beneath that black Nail Chisel, a streak of silver lightning split the void like calligraphy strokes drawn by dragons and snakes.
At the sa ti, that indifferent voice continued to sound, word by word, dispassionate with a certain reverence,
“Your servant Zhongli, presents the Heavenly Petition,”
“In the year of Jiazi, on the day of Gengxin at the hour of Weishi, as your servant holds the position of Jiannan Road Demon Suppression Envoy, traveling ten thousand miles to reach Tianxiong, upon encountering rebellion from the old generals in Shu!”
“Ninth Mountain’s Colonel Chen Yuan, arrogant from his achievents, murdered the Heavenly Army vanguard, leading a rebellion from two houses, your servant requests to quell the rebellion, execute the leader of the traitors, and to warn the others!”
As these last words settled, above the great army, myriad Thunder Snakes writhed throughout the sky, wild winds howled and lightning flashed with peals of thunder as the thunder god faced figure wielding the Nail Chisel, kept tempo with the voice’s rhythm, striking out one dazzling thunderbolt after another.
These flickering thunderbolts, each distinct from the next, swiftly transford into peculiar patterns, resembling so kind of characters, quickly vanishing into the void, displaying an extraordinary eeriness.
This was the “Heavenly Petition,” implyng an appeal to heaven, and in Daqian, there was no question as to who “Heaven” referred to.
And that figure flying high above, hamring down streaks of thunder, belonged to the “Duke of Thunder” lineage. The people of this lineage naturally possessed blood of thunder, passed down since ancient tis, belonging to the Abnormal n. And their clan controlled a legacy of Divine Skills, which involved using their unique bloodline inheritance to strike thunder, sending ssages to clan mbers thousands of miles away, utterly miraculous.
At this mont, that Duke of Thunder, following that voice, struck the Heavenly Petition, hamring out wild dances of Thunder Snakes in the sky with imnse montum.
And with the final sentence ending, the 150,000 strong army showed fierce gazes, fixating deadly on what lay ahead.
“Capture them for !”
A loud shout suddenly rang out, scattering the thunder in the heavens.
As the sound fell, the three armies in the sky, with their troops neighing long, three terrifying auras, accompanied by dazzling Spirit Light, surged heavenward.
From three directions within the great army, three enormous figures manifested between heaven and earth,
One, towering five-sixty feet high, wielding a black God-beating Whip, wrapped with a red tassel, clad in Green Armor Robe, anger in its downward glare through the snowstorm;
Another, a hundred feet of ethereal figure, face like a green ghost, beard like copper wire, wielding a broad-backed Big Blade adorned with symbols including ‘Earth, Fire, Water, Wind,’ the blade’s spine strung with gold rings, clanging and clashing with a shake.
One more, draped in Scarlet Armor, four arms with two faces, both front and back, wielding four Cold Weapons: swords and spears, their cold brilliance fiercely gleaming in all directions;
Suddenly, between heaven and earth, in front of the dark clouds, three imposing Dharma Images of the Primordial Spirit, either majestic, fierce or sacred, manifested and condensed, with their light glowing between heaven and earth.
The smaller ones were five-sixty feet tall, the largest reaching a hundred feet; as they appeared, the aura enveloped them with radiance, their awe-inspiring presence accentuated by the dense multitude of Armored Soldiers around, like Heavenly Soldiers and Generals descending to the mortal realm, displaying extraordinary phenona!
They encircled above the windy and snowy high sky, their large and stern eyes gazing down at Chen Yuan in front of the army formation, with anger, cold indifference, and grimness, as splendid as the might of heaven.
The next second, the heavens and earth exploded with sound!
The three Dharma Images acted simultaneously, the Uncanny Divine Power commanded heaven and earth!
The God-beating Whip tore through the sky and clouds, roaring with explosive air, smashing down a sky full of whip marks, the void tracing out white streaks.
The golden Big Ring Saber trembled, Earth, Fire, Water, Wind all springing into motion at once; with one slash, a hurricane arose, within which thousands of cold blades whirled, flashing their chilling gleam through the void, wailing as they went—if one were to encounter this blade, their limbs would be ground into dust; with another slash, golden serpents twined through the air, dark smoke covered the ground, obscuring vision, while flas fiercely scorched people.
The man with two heads and four arms, ferocious in his expression, launched a simultaneous assault with all four swords in his grasp towards the void where Chen Yuan stood, emitting dazzling Divine Light, causing the void to tremble.
Martial Vault’s Primordial Spirit had every move filled with uncanny prowess; three Venerate Wuzang striking together, darkening the very sky, destroying the streets below, blowing up buildings one after another, drawing countless screams of astonishnt.
These three Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms showed no consideration for the city they were in.
Opposite, a heaven-filling blinding Spirit Light blasted towards Chen Yuan, its terrifying force shaking the entire void.
Chen Yuan’s eyes then turned into points of black within the golden light, an ominous ferocity appearing within those eyes. He was never one to hesitate; with things already co to this pass, why bother holding back.
Heh heh, there will be a petition to the heavens indeed.
Today, blood will flow like a river.
With that thought, he burst into uproarious laughter, one arm stretching forth, flinging behind, and there materialized the Three-pointed Two-blade Spear, its entire body black, adorned with patterns of scarlet.
Then he gripped the Big Spear, whisking it into a tempest of spear shadows, lunging fiercely at the daunting Spirit Light swords in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the spear shadows clashed with the barrage of swords, setting off earth-shattering explosions without end.
Sparkles of Spirit Light splattered, completely engulfing the void around Chen Yuan.
A couple of breaths later, the roaring ceased abruptly.
Following that, within the Spirit Light, the clang of tal against tal resounded, its piercing sound able to split stones and deafen ears.
Then, a whip, a golden Big Ring Saber, and four more swords whizzed backward, dimming the Spirit Light even slightly.
In the void where Chen Yuan was, the long spear churned the Earth, Fire, Water, Wind surrounding him into nothingness, then with a wide-open mouth, he inhaled like a whale, swallowing all the Spirit Light.
The next second, his eyes flashed with radiant golden light, gazing into the distance at the three standing Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms; the void beneath his feet suddenly exploded.
Transforming into a ray of brilliant golden light, he dashed towards the towering Martial Vault Dharma Forms, as fast as lightning.
In the next breath, with but a flicker, he appeared next to the Dharma Form a hundred feet tall with a face like a green ghost and whiskers like copper wires.
That colossal Dharma Form lowered its mountain-like head and roared, unleashing a tempest of a sound wave; a hand as large as a mountain slapped towards Chen Yuan’s position, compressing the void to the brink of bursting, emitting a terrifying blast—if actually hit by this palm, it could shatter even a mountain.
Chen Yuan nimbly dodged the giant hand then leaped forward, blinking, landing upon the arm of the Green-faced Dharma Image, with the long spear in hand he raced up the mountainous limb.
The Green-faced Dharma Image’s huge head let out a roar, mouth open wide, spewing out dazzling blue flas, the terrifying heat rushing towards Chen Yuan with imnse speed.
“Ji”
Chen Yuan’s body burst forth with Scarlet Gold flas, bearing the brunt of the blue Divine Fire.
Then, with a “swoosh,” he leaped from the opponent’s arm, thrusting the long spear fiercely towards the enemy’s forehead.
The Spear turned into a point of silver stars, imnsely bright.
“Boom”
A large hand suddenly shielded the forehead, grasping the spear, a pair of nacing eyes, moon-like, staring fixedly at Chen Yuan who had leaped into the air, saying with a grim smile,
“Ninth Mountain’s Colonel!”
“Is this the extent of your abilities?”
“I wonder who gave you the courage to brazenly defy the Court.”
With that, the opponent’s pupils flashed, from his wide eyes, two pitch-black chains whipped out, launching towards Chen Yuan and entangling the void where he stood.
Yet, seeing this, Chen Yuan was far from panicked; instead, he smiled and said, “Is that so?”
Following that, he tore with both hands.
Above the opponent, a black rift appeared.
A golden Fire River descended from the sky!
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