Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!
Chapter 48: The Might of Zhao Yun_1

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: The Might of Zhao Yun_1

After piercing through the fire dragon summoned by Duan Wanjiang, the Bright Silver Spear’s power did not diminish. The silver dragon emblem on it roared continuously as the spear landed amongst the Holy Fire Sect’s army, gouging out a pit one hundred zhang deep.

BOOM!

Its ferocious power was like a furious attack from a divine demon.

All the soldiers of the Holy Fire Sect within that area burst into a mist of blood, leaving no trace of corpse or bone.

GULP!

The surrounding soldiers of the Holy Fire Sect couldn’t help but swallow hard when they saw the blood mist. They glanced at each other, their eyes filled with panic, fear, and trepidation.

"Who are you?"

Surprised that someone had blocked his attack, Duan Wanjiang stared at the young, white-robed general on horseback and asked in a deep voice.

The Qin Empire actually has experts who have Reached the Holy Realm? But why wasn’t this reflected in the intelligence reports?

Zhao Yun ignored Duan Wanjiang’s question and rode directly to Qin Wudao. He dismounted and, under everyone’s astonished gaze, knelt on one knee. Respectfully, he said, "Your subordinate was late in coming to your rescue, My Lord. Please punish me!"

Duan Wanjiang was stunned. The soldiers from the Holy Fire Sect were shocked as well, and even the soldiers of the Qin Empire were utterly astounded.

This was an expert who had Reached the Holy Realm! Whether in the East Ancient Domain, the Heavenly Fire Domain, or any neighboring Dao Domains, such an individual was considered among the highest echelons, respected immensely.

Yet now, an expert who had Reached the Holy Realm was actually kneeling in respect to Qin Wudao, performing the highest ceremonial bow of a subordinate.

This was the courtesy shown by a junior to an elder, a subject to a monarch, a servant to a master!

"General Zi Long, please rise quickly!" Qin Wudao, also somewhat surprised, hurriedly helped Zhao Yun up, his heart filled with immense excitement. In his past life, Zhao Yun had been among his most admired historical figures.

He remembered Zhao Zilong at Changban Slope, fighting alone against thousands!

He remembered the historical Zhao Zilong, victorious in every battle, the embodiment of courage!

He remembered even more the legendary Zhao Zilong, said to be an incarnation of the Mount Kunlun range, his divine might shaking the world!

"Thank you, My Lord!"

Zhao Yun stood up and extended his right hand. The distant Bright Silver Spear transformed into a silver dragon and flew back to his grasp. The wind billowed his white cape, and his general’s aura spread out.

Like a flood dragon ascending to the heavens, a vast aura radiated from his body.

The Bright Silver Spear trembled slightly, emitting draconic roars—cries of excitement, bloodlust, and terror for his foes.

"My Lord, allow me to take the enemy commander’s head, then we shall speak further!"

After saying this, Zhao Yun mounted his warhorse and leaped high into the air. Countless spear shadows materialized, obscuring the sky and transforming this part of the firmament into a world of spear energy.

Just as when Qin Wudao had manifested his Sword Intent, all spears on the battlefield now lost their edge, and all Martial Artists wielding spears lost their will to fight.

"Spear Intent!"

Duan Wanjiang’s eyes widened, feeling as if he were going mad. First, Qin Wudao had comprehended Sword Intent, and now this white-robed general was using Spear Intent.

For hundreds of thousands of years, across several surrounding Dao Domains, no one had ever heard of anyone comprehending Spear Intent!

Since when did such profound Intents become so commonplace?

The Qin Empire poses too great a threat; it must be annihilated! Duan Wanjiang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with killing intent. The Qin Empire is growing far too quickly. I fear it won’t be long before it becomes a terrifying power comparable to the Changeable Mansion. For the safety and legacy of the Holy Fire Sect, the Qin Empire must be destroyed! Qin Wudao must die! And this white-robed general must also die!

"Spear like Startling Thunder!" Zhao Yun bellowed, his voice laced with boundless killing intent that shook the heavens and earth. Countless spear shadows converged upon the tip of his spear, erupting in a blinding light that shattered the Void.

In an instant, everyone on the battlefield, millions of people, felt immense pressure.

"Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame, condense!"

Duan Wanjiang’s fingers moved intricately. The ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame’ he had temporarily placed within Duan Yonghui burst forth, soaring into the sky. It formed a one-hundred-zhang black dragon that hovered ferociously, its demonic flames billowing.

In his hands, the power of the ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame’ was truly unleashed, dozens of times stronger than when Duan Yonghui wielded it. The resulting temperature was already high enough to alter the surrounding weather.

The dark clouds evaporated, the rain ceased, and the wind died down.

ROAR!

The ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame’ roared, its massive dragon mouth gaping wide, ready to swallow Zhao Yun whole.

"Break!"

Zhao Yun’s expression remained unchanged. He did what ordinary men could not: instead of retreating, he charged directly into the dragon’s mouth, disappearing into the black flames.

Even Qin Wudao, watching the battle, broke out in a cold sweat for him. Truly, Zhao Zilong is as brave as a lion.

Courting death! Duan Wanjiang was momentarily startled, then sneered inwardly, a sense of relief washing over him. With Zhao Yun’s cultivation and his Spear Intent, even if I used the ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame,’ victory would be difficult. But now... He was certain that Zhao Yun was already a corpse—or more accurately, reduced to ashes.

FWOOSH! FWOOSH!

The suspended ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame’ continued to burn fiercely, showing no sign of weakening. This caused Duan Wanjiang’s brow to furrow slightly. Could it be that he isn’t dead yet?

This question had barely formed in his mind when he saw a dazzling light shoot out from within the ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame.’ It grew larger and larger in his vision, and then an intense pain erupted in his chest.

This...is impossible!

He struggled to look down and saw that his heart had been shattered by spear qi. The lingering Spear Intent prevented his spiritual energy from healing the wound, and his life force was rapidly draining away.

BANG!

Another earth-shattering sound. The ’Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame’ was shattered by the Spear Intent, transforming into a small black flame that flickered in the Void. After being shattered, it should have returned to its master’s body, but with Duan Wanjiang’s heart destroyed, the connection between them had become exceedingly faint.

Most celestial treasures were bonded through blood essence, and the heart was the source of blood essence. If it was damaged and could not recover in time, such a situation would occur.

Zhao Yun’s tall, slender figure appeared before everyone. He sat atop his white horse, completely unscathed by burns. His dashing demeanor, coupled with his handsome features, perfectly embodied the image of a prince on a white horse from every young woman’s dreams.

He gazed calmly at Duan Wanjiang.

That one look was like the stare of the grim reaper.

PTOO...

Duan Wanjiang spat out another mouthful of blood. His pupils dilated, his eyes lost their light, and his face became deathly pale as he fell from the sky.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

All the soldiers of the Holy Fire Sect stared blankly at their falling Pope, their hearts trembling. In the church-based system of the Holy Fire Sect, the Pope was their sky, their god, the very core of their faith.

The advantage of such a system was its ability to mobilize the strongest forces; driven by faith, combat power could be multiplied. However, the disadvantage was also very clear: once the Pope was defeated, faith would collapse, and ordinary soldiers would lose their will to fight.

"My Emperor, you mustn’t die!" a soldier of the Holy Fire Sect cried out, kneeling on the ground like a devout believer praying to the heavens, hoping for a miracle.

But reality was not a myth. Even if gods truly existed, such noble beings would not sympathize with the weak.

His prayers had no effect.

Their wise Pope could not rise again; he had fallen forever.

Not far away, the Ancestor of the Holy Fire Sect who had been battling Emperor Qin also ceased fighting, his expression one of utter shock. The Pope is actually dead? Who is this white-robed general?

They had been engaged in fierce combat and hadn’t noticed Zhao Yun’s arrival.

"Devious Qin! To think they had such an expert hidden, ambushing our Emperor!" an elder from the Heavenly Fire Church cursed angrily. He assumed Zhao Yun was a hidden trump card of the Qin Empire, defining this act as despicable villainy, completely forgetting that they themselves had initiated this war.

Emperor Qin and his four companions also looked at each other in bewilderment; they didn’t recognize Zhao Yun either.

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