However, when Huang Niu left, Li Er still instructed, “Save if you can, but if you can’t, you don’t have to force it, people still have to know their fate.”
“In short, Mr. Niu fight quickly and return to Jiangdong as soon as possible.”
Li Er asked Huang Niu to save the Sword Saints, but it was only out of national justice, it would be best if they could be saved, if not, then it could only be said that the Martial God Hall had run out of breath.
The most important thing now is the Cloud Top Mountain.
The people gathered here are the elite of Jiangdong and Jiangbei, and there are also the sons of Mr. Chu’s family and friends.
Therefore, Li Er naturally instructed Huang Niu to make sure to return as soon as possible.
“En-un, don’t worry about it.”
“Your side is sheltered by a formation.”
“This formation is very mysterious.”
“Even if I, Old Ox, were to break through it, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to do so for a while.”
“With the formation sheltering you, even if the Chu Sect’s army really comes, it will be able to hold them off for quite a while.”
Huang Niu patted Li Er’s shoulder, telling him not to be afraid.
“Alright, my old ox will go!”
Huang Niu shouted, then with two pig’s hooves in his mouth, he stepped into the air and soon disappeared at the end of the crowd’s sight.
“Second… Second Master, this… What kind of creature is this?”
At the top of Genting Mountain, the crowd looked at the departing yellow bull, but they were stunned beyond words.
It just felt as if they were watching a movie.
Li Er shook his head, “I don’t know either. However, this yellow bull should have no malice towards us.”
“I feel from its mere words that it is not very close to Mr. Chu.”
“I think it should be another protection that Mr. Chu left to us in Jiangdong, during his lifetime.”
“Mr. Chu has been kind to us in Jiangdong.”
“First, he built a protective formation to cover our Jiangdong fathers and mothers.”
“And now, another divine bull has descended to protect us.”
“It is indeed a blessing for our Jiangdong to have a Mr. Chu!”
Li Er was filled with admiration.
Beside him, Lei Lao San and the others were also doubly moved.
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Yan Mountain, under the Martial God’s Hall.
It was already full of devastation.
As far as the eye could see, gullies and ravines were everywhere.
Crimson blood gurgled down the jagged rocks of Yan Mountain as if it were fresh blood.
The allied martial arts armies of the provinces formed by the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor were unable to resist the Chu Sect’s army after all.
After a few days of fierce fighting, they were completely defeated.
In the end, it turned into a one-sided ma*sacre!
The martial artists of Jiangnan Province, Western Frontier Province and Eastern Provinces all fell under the slaughtering knives of the Chu Sect’s strongest men.
Tang Hao, the Hao Heavenly Patriarch, could not bear to see the martial artists of Yanxia being slaughtered.
At the risk of being seriously injured, he rushed into the battle and fought to the death against the Chu Clan’s strongest fighters.
However, the difference in power between the two sides was so great.
There was no need for Chu Yuan to make a move, as several elders of the Chu Clan, together with the Chu Family Dragon Guards, and nearly ten clan masters, combined to strangle Tang Hao.
Even if they were to consume, they would be able to consume a Sealed Sovereign to death!
What’s more, the strongest members of the Chu Clan all had combined attack formations.
With the combined efforts of the ten great masters, they were able to face Tang Hao head-on, but they were not at all disadvantaged.
In the end, Tang Hao died in battle!
He was stabbed through the heart with a sword by a group of elders of the Chu Sect.
On that day, blood soaked the sky, scarlet blood was even more dazzling than the blazing sunset.
The once sturdy and majestic man had fallen in the dusk of that hot summer day!
“Tang Hao!”
….
“Patriarch Hao Tian!”
…..
Behind them, came the cries of countless people in sorrow and pity.
The miserable cries and hisses were as if tens of thousands of people were crying in unison.
However, Tang Hao could no longer hear the bitter voices of this world.
He stood at the top of Yan Mountain, the afterglow of the setting sun staining his whole body red.
The huge black hammer in his hand no longer has the brilliance it once had.
Yet, he still holds it.
His bloodied eyes looked ahead at the army of the Chu Sect, at the bones of his compatriots beneath his feet, at the devastated land of God, and at death, which was gradually approaching.
Is this what it feels like to die?
Is this what it feels like to have your life come to an end?
That year, when that man died, he should have been going through the same scene as he was.
If he had been braver, if the Martial God Hall had been more ruthless and had chosen to shelter that man.
Perhaps, today’s Yan Mountain would not have suffered a catastrophic disaster.
That man, he would always have a way.
He had so many strong men under him, he had so many people around him who followed him, even the Moon God of the Sun Kingdom would be crazy about him.
If he had been there, the martial arts of Yanxia would not have come to the point of destruction.
But what is the point of thinking about this now?
The wheel of time rolls on, and nothing can be done again.
After all, they did not do anything, they chose to stay away from the matter, and that man is dead after all.
So, today, they too are finally heading for destruction.
All the dust has settled.
……
The life dissipates, and the vision becomes increasingly blurred.
In the moment before he died, many lights and scenes couldn’t stop pa*sing in front of Tang Hao’s eyes.
However, when his sight was fixed on the devastated divine land, Tang Hao’s heart only felt endless sadness and resignation.
He raised his black hammer with a fury and used the last strength of his life to roar at the people of the Chu Sect: “Sending a cold star to the world, I will use my blood to… I offer my blood to Xuan Yuan!”
With countless resignation and mourning, Tang Hao let out a stone-cold roar.
And then, he urged all the remaining true qi in his body to detonate his body on top of this Yan Mountain!
Tang Hao, one of the Six Pillars of Yan Xia, the Hao Heavenly Grandmaster, had fallen!
To his death, he turned himself into flames, blossoming in the land he loved!
“Retreat!”
“Retreat!”
…
No one had expected that Tang Hao would choose this method of death in the end.
The people of the Chu Sect were all frightened out of their minds.
They shouted frantically, backing up and fleeing in panic.
However, as fast as they were, how could they be faster than the speed of a Sealed Sect Master blowing himself up?
Rumble…
Amidst the deafening sounds, a huge explosion exploded on Yan Mountain.
Countless powerful people were shaken off the top of Yan Mountain, and those Chu Sect powerhouses who were close were instantly blown away by the violent force.
Even the Patriarch Elders were killed on the spot!
“D*mn it!”
“Yanxia martial artists, D*mn them all!”
After the explosion dispersed, the people of the Chu Sect became even more furious.
“Everyone, give me a charge!”
“Destroy the Martial God Hall today and kill all the Yanxia pillar nations!”
Tang Hao’s self-violation did not change the battle, and only delayed some of the other side’s attack.
Soon, the Chu Clan’s army rolled back and once again approached the Martial God Hall.
Outside the Martial God Hall, the surviving martial artists of Yanxia, after seeing Tang Hao’s fall, were all immersed in endless mourning.
The Sword Saint and Fist Emperor, who were hiding in the Martial God Hall to recuperate from their wounds, were even more mournful after learning of this.
“Tang… Tang Hao, dead… Dead?”
The Sword Saint was staggered there, as if he had lost his soul.
The Fist Emperor was similarly filled with disbelief.
In all these years, this was the first one to fall before their eyes, a strong man of the Yanxia Pillar Kingdom.
The pillars of heaven were broken and the earth was destroyed!
Tang Hao’s death was like a symbol of heaven’s will.
With the fall of the Pillar State, Yan Xia would fall!
“Uncle Tang has fallen, exploding to his own death.”
“He died in such a way as to buy you time.”
“So, Father, Uncle Sword Saint, before the strong men of the Chu Sect come up, you should leave!”
“I’ll hold them back.”
Little Fist Emperor Mo Wu Ya was covered in blood and tears as he cried all to his father and Sword Saint.
At the same time, he asked the men to hurry and take them to escape down Yan Mountain.
However, the Sword Saint refused, and so did the Fist Emperor.
“Go?”
“Where can one go again?”
“Yan Mountain has fallen, and the Martial God is overthrown.”
“Even though this world is so big, there is no place for my brothers anymore.”
The Sword Saint shook his head and smiled gently.
In his smile, there was a great deal of sadness.
He stood up stiffly, and then, gripped his sword.
Fist Emperor Mo Kucheng also followed suit and stood up, picking up the broken sword that had followed him for decades.
“Brother Tang Hao, walk slowly and wait for us.”
The two men looked at each other and smiled, then pushed open the door of the temple and stepped into the fishy world outside.
Since there was no way back, then why retreat?
Even if we were to die, we would still defend the country and the land beneath our feet!
Just as Tang Hao said on his deathbed!
“I will send a cold star, I will recommend it with my blood! Xuan! Regulus!