Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 457 - 263: No More Voices of Opposition in This World_2

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Amidst the intertwining Chaos Qi and Void Purple Qi, Chen Qing strode forward, instantly appearing behind Ying Shenji. The Heavenly Punishment descended, causing everything around Ying Shenji to shatter like glass.

Ying Shenji swung her claws, clashing with the Heavenly Punishment, producing a terrifying sound!

Chen Qing executed the Lang Qian Die, continuously exchanging blows with Ying Shenji, as dragon scales and feathers scattered, intermixed with black and white blood dripping onto the other shore flowers.

Lang Qian Die soon reached the thousandth strike. Chen Qing deliberately exposed a flaw, allowing Ying Shenji’s claw to hit his chest, tearing off a patch of flesh.

Chen Qing swung his sword, piercing through Ying Shenji’s right arm, the Power of Sky Splitting burst forth. As Void Purple Qi spread, cracks appeared all over Ying Shenji’s right hand.

Then, Chen Qing kicked Ying Shenji away, and once again pierced through Ying Shenji’s right leg with his sword.

Chen Qing continuously used Instantaneous Movement Skills, striking at Ying Shenji with one sword after another. Ying Shenji, injured in one leg and one hand, struggled to defend herself.

In just a moment, Chen Qing pierced through her left arm again.

With both hands’ bones shattered, Ying Shenji refused to yield, using her wings as blades to continue battling Chen Qing.

Chen Qing, mercilessly, stabbed twice more, severing Ying Shenji’s wings.

Deprived of her wings, Ying Shenji fell to the ground amidst the endless sea of other shore flowers. As she struggled to rise, she saw a towering figure appear before her, thrusting a sword into her chest.

Chen Qing released his grip, leaving the Heavenly Punishment embedded in Ying Shenji’s chest. Ying Shenji’s entire body was covered in cracks, from which Void Purple Qi seeped.

Chen Qing looked down. Ying Shenji, he had shattered all her bones and left Void Purple Qi as a constraint.

Ying Shenji’s eyes fixated on Chen Qing, filled with boundless hatred.

Tears of blood fell, forming a yellow stream.

Chen Qing, however, realized this hatred was directed at the Ao Family, not at him.

Chen Qing reached into his sleeve, took out the memorial tablets of Wei Qingchen and Yan Bailiang, and then drew his sword.

"I originally intended to sever your head at my coronation to honor the heavens and earth."

"But after all, you are a king with the right to be a king and should not suffer such humiliation."

"It was the Dragon Palace that lost, not you."

"I’ll give you a swift end!"

Ying Shenji felt Chen Qing’s respect and closed her eyes. "Thank you..." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Chen Qing swung his sword, severing Ying Shenji’s head in one stroke.

The intertwined black and white blood scattered over the other shore flowers and also over the memorial tablets of Wei Qingchen and Yan Bailiang.

Chen Qing stood up, looking around. Wushang and Hu Yao were leading the army, swiftly hunting down the last enemies.

With Ying Shenji dead, slain by Chen Qing’s own hand, the Da Yan Alliance Army lost its final will to resist and began to flee in all directions.

Regrettably, Chen Qing had already anticipated this. Wushang and the generals had long waited around to hunt them down.

Half a day passed, blood ran like rivers, the ground awash in red, bodies and Gu fragments littering the continuous sea of other shore flowers.

Zuo Chuan, with five Dragon Cavalry soldiers, thrust their spears into an enemy. Zuo Chuan decapitated with a knife and then turned his head to continue looking for enemies, only to find none were left standing.

He looked at Chen Qing, and the surrounding soldiers also looked at Chen Qing standing beside Ying Shenji’s corpse.

Chen Qing raised the Heavenly Punishment in his hand, shouting loudly, "Victory!"

The generals became excited, after over ten years of battles, five times killing kings, and losing countless comrades, today they finally ended this chaotic era with their own hands.

Whether it was the Dragon Cavalry, the Mystic Gate Army, the Academy disciples, or various other soldiers, they all roared.

As if wanting to shout out all the air in their chests!

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"We won!"

"Death Realm is now our world!"

"Second brother, did you see, we won!"

"We won, we won…"

"General Wei…"

"General Yan…"

"We won…"

Xu Yaofeng, hands crossed, pulled out a pipe, snapped his fingers, a flame lit at his fingertips, watching the soldiers below cheering, finally his gaze resting on Chen Qing.

He glanced at Chen Qing, and at Hu Yao, startled as the foolish girl excitedly tossed Chen Qing in the air.

After this battle, the seniors should value Hu Yao more.

Xu Yaofeng drew on his pipe, blowing out a puff of smoke.

He knew very well that although he was Chen Qing’s greatest ally in this battle and had guarded the Death Realm the longest without making a mistake,

it was clear he did not display the kind of self-sacrifice.

He never even considered it because since this war started, since learning Taiyi was a follower of the seniors, he had never doubted this war’s outcome.

Under Taichu’s arrangements, everything was already set in stone.

He had more important tasks to do, like Murong Lang, to execute without hesitation when Senior Taichu made requests.

This was his way of survival, weaving between forces yet remaining clearheaded.

The cheering of the Nanli cultivators seemed unrelated to him.

As if he was not one of the greatest contributors.

The next morning, rain-washed Dragon City exuded the scent of blood.

At that moment, over a hundred cultivators checked their gear and left Dragon City.

Yan Chou, stepping proudly on his sword, flew through the air, arriving after half a month’s journey at the nearest city still under Da Yan control.

Yan Chou stood on his sword in the air, shouting:

"Lord Wen has ordered!"

"From this day forth, all creatures in the Death Realm must head to Quantai City beside Naihe Bridge to worship Lord Wen and await commands. Those who disobey shall be deemed Not Subject, and the penalty is death!"

The guard hurriedly opened the city gates and smiled while approaching. "Ah, a messenger from Lord Wen, please enter the city and rest before continuing on your way!"

The guard had heard days ago that Ying Shenji had died in battle and the six thousand troops under her command were entirely wiped out.

The final war was utterly over, and the few remaining of them were no match for Chen Qing. Rumors from the human world suggested that Da Yan seemed ready to surrender.

And seven days ago, Li Chonghuan had already left the Death Realm in advance, handing the matters over to his junior brother Li Yu to avoid personally surrendering and losing face as the Divine Son.

Everything indicated the war was over.

As the guard, with only about a dozen people in the city, resistance was entirely unnecessary.

Yan Chou, with an air of superiority, stated, "Stop talking, I need to proceed to your capital to meet Princess Ruyi, quickly lead the way!"

The guard fawningly smiled, "Okay, okay, lead the esteemed messenger immediately!"

Over a hundred messengers went to various parts of the Death Realm, starting to proclaim Chen Qing’s orders, yes, orders, not just information.

In no time, the surviving cultivators of the Death Realm flocked to Quantai City (formerly Dragon City) near Naihe Bridge, awaiting Chen Qing’s judgment.

In the human world, as soon as Ying Shenji fell that night, the news was already received.

Many people probably couldn’t sleep all night when the news reached the human world.

But, with events concluded, the only thing everyone could do was accept it.

Chen Qing, with unstoppable force, exterminated all opposition in the Death Realm, slaying everyone competing with him for the Royal Decree, amassing the last authority and destiny into himself.

After the news reached the human world, within three days, there were young Dragons representing the Dragon Palace delivering a surrender letter to Jiuhe City.

Despite how humiliating it was, they conceded the defeat, and time would still flow.

Life must continue, cultivation could not be delayed.

The Dragon Palace’s formal submission made everyone quickly realize a terrifying fact.

Namely, henceforth, all cultivators advancing from the Ghost Face Realm to the Mystic Gate Realm would require acknowledgment from a new king.

Even if he had yet to be formally crowned by a Miao God’s Divine Oracle, everyone knew his position was now unshakeable.

Because he had already silenced all dissenting voices.

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