Divine Brilliance

Chapter 623: Surrender Vengeful Spirit

action

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

The world in front of him was swiftly collapsing. All the soldiers who were fighting intensely all disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, it regained calm once more. In this entire place, only Zong Shou was left, as well as that black armored muscular body holding the halberd.

Behind Zong Shou was a man who looked 70% similar to Zhang Huai and his lips curled up slightly.

Zong Shou also laughed, thinking that the fellow opposite him was probably going to begin to be shameless.

If it begins once more, it would be the seventh battle.

To this Xiang King, if he didn’t win this battle, he would lose. Due to this defeat, he would be surrounded all over.

This was why even if this battle of Guangwu ended in a draw it would count as a defeat for him.

Who knows when he would willingly admit defeat...

However, following this Zong Shou was slightly surprised. These broken scenes hadn’t recovered, getting back to the start of the battle of Guangwu.

The aura that the Xiang King gave off became more and more explosive and intense, like he had lost all his patience.

Zong Shou’s consciousness felt extremely anxious and restless.

The Xiang King was suddenly waving his halberd, pointing at him, the gaze behind the armor was filled with killing intent!

Was he going to attack directly and not restart the battle of Guangwu?

Zong Shou’s brows rose and then he laughed, his hands pressing on the sword by his waist.

He looked into the air, his expression filled with scorn.

“Do you know? Although I envy you using troops like gods, unparalleled military strategies, what I really despise is your character.”

“Since you were so magnanimous to let go of that person at the Hongmen Feast, why weren’t you heroic to the end? Why did you capture his parents as hostages and slice them up?”

Naturally the Han King wasn’t any better. Once, when he escaped he felt that the horse was pulling too slow, so he kicked his own son off the carriage.

“Killing the Ruler was an unloyal and traitorous act. Listen to only one side, to bite the hand that feed you. What morals and ability do you have to be the Ruler of the Cloud World?”

“If I Zong Shou had my body stolen by you like this, I will only feel ashamed and humiliated!”

The black-armored person, his eyes shot out angry flames. He landed from the air and slashed down with his halberd!

When that glow charged up, a vast and overbearing intent charged over.

That was the invincible halberd! Since his will was invincible no matter where he went, he was the reason why the halberd intent was called the invincible halberd!

Zong Shou’s body bent back slightly. Although he didn’t have a form in the illusion, he could still feel his mind sinking down slightly, extremely uncomfortable.

Was this the ancient Xiangchu Overlord? As expected from such a person whose powers can pull mountains and aura can cover the world!

Then, his eyes turned cold. You have your invincible halberd, but the sword in my hand has never lost to anyone else.

Even if that ancient hero in legends dared to revive in front of him and pull out his sword, he would dare to fight him!

With a thought rising up, sword light shot out from Zong Shou’s hand. In just a thousandth of the time it took to flick a finger, the sword and halberd clashed!

Zong Shou’s mind was nearly blown apart by the invincible halberd intent. His mind was confused, however he subconsciously stabbed out once more!

Another loud clang erupted. One halberd after another, continuously blocked by the sword light. However, Zong Shou’s mind seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, each time heavier than the last.

At the most serious moment, he nearly lost consciousness. He could only use his instincts to fight and block! His body was also continuously forced back, the person gathered in the Illusionary Realm also started to become illusionary.

The baby Qilin was crying out, filled with worry and anxiety like it was rushing him to back out of the Illusionary Realm.

The Illusionary Heart Mirror shook continuously as a warning to him.

Zong Shou ignored it, all his thoughts turned pure. Only one thought remained like a pillar, supporting his mind.

It became clearer and clearer, firmer and firmer, totally indestructible.

...he couldn’t lose! If he did he would die! How could he allow himself to lose to such a person?

Even if it was an invincible overlord he would have to fight to the end!

Slowly his face regained calm. When he slashed his sword it was really stable. Even if he was like a little boat that might be drowned in the sky full of halberd shadows, he didn’t panic, ethereal and light.

Within a hundred feet that was his unbreakable sword domain!

It was still being suppressed by the extremely strong aura but he was able to use the One Origin Sword to defend 100 feet around his body.

The eye-piercing Silver Sword Shadow suddenly became one body, an eye-catching circle. It was like a leather ball filled with gas, no power could crush it, only welcoming an even stronger recoil.

The sword and halberd clashing noises became quicker and quicker, like rain on bananas, continuing on incessantly. Who knows how long passed and how many strikes they had fought for.

Zong Shou’s sword broke several times under the large halberd. However, each time it broke Zong Shou pulled out a new one from his sword sheath.

It was a world in his mind, occurring as he wished, so naturally he could form what he wanted.

Only every time the sword broke, Zong Shou’s aura would get a little weaker. After all it was formed from his thoughts and after breaking, it would also affect his own body.

When the seventh sword was finally unable to take it and was about to break apart, Zong Shou pulled out the last sword from his sheath.

At this moment, his intent was like a candle fire dancing in the wind, as long as the wind was slightly stronger, it would be extinguished.

However, at this moment he was laughing. The One Origin Sword had Yin and Yang. During this battle, he had defended for long enough. It should be time for him to switch to the Yang sword.

Who knows whether or not that sword could decide victory or defeat?

If he couldn’t win, he would lose! He would die!

The moment such a thought flashed across his mind, there was a light howl in front of his body. The Silver Sword light was sudden and really bright as it surged into the heavy halberd shadows.

Moments later, before the sword was able to pierce the throat of the black-armored man, his expression was totally startled.

Only to see that the numerous halberd lights suddenly disappeared like a wind. Following this, the muscular black-armored male was destroyed and disappeared.

Moreover, the world he was in also collapsed.

He had won?

Zong Shou’s body was hanging in mid-air, his eyes filled with curiosity.

No! It wasn’t that he won, but that Xiang King has used up all the vengeful energy in his soul. After all, it was just a piece of his Remnant Soul and it wasn’t that invincible Overlord body.

Zong Shou laughed as he kept the sword in his hand.

Then, he looked behind him to see that there was no one there. He couldn’t help but frown, just now he felt that there was someone there.

Was this a misconception?

Who cares! Anyway he had already passed this stage.

The world collapsed, returning to emptiness. Zong Shou looked in front of him, numerous shadows walked over. Their faces and bodies were small and petite but they were all ashen white, looking really tragic and sharp.

Some people carried their own heads whilst some were covered in shocking wounds.

However, the clothing they wore all seemed really noble and expensive.

Sweeping across, Zong Shou knew that these were definitely the true vengeful souls that were locked within the Avici Throne.

Shihuang used them to worship the Royal Family of the six races.

Unfortunately, at this moment they weren’t fed for ten thousand years and thus they were dark and weak.

Zong Shou couldn’t help but laugh, devoid of strength. At this moment, his mind was empty. No matter how weak these people were he didn’t have the strength to deal with them.

However, luckily he had the Illusionary Heart Mirror and the Fire Qilin.

Whilst he fought with the Xiang King Remnant Soul he wasn’t willing to borrow any outside strength. However, facing the Imperial Race of the six countries, he wasn’t that stubborn to use only his own strength to slay them.

His personality was like that, the stronger the opponent the more he was unwilling to lower his head. He wanted to personally hit them down, to defeat them under his sword, only then would he feel comfortable. He was not interested in those so-called Imperial Races.

“You are just slaves of a dead country, you still dare to attack me and occupy my soul? You overestimate yourselves, scram!”

The fire red flames suddenly burnt in his consciousness. The green-colored mirror also shone down from above.

This caused those vengeful souls to cry out in a tragic manner. They all retreated like that a flood, back to within the Avici Throne. They hid deep within the restrictions, no tracks were able to be seen.

Zong Shou didn’t bother to chase for the win, stopping as he forced them back. However, in his heart he was thinking that if he had a chance, he would find two high ranked monks or people like Great Shang Grand Teacher Zhongyuan to purify the vengeful souls within.

As for the Imperial Race people of the six countries, they would have a chance to reincarnate.

Shihuang tried to use the Essence Blood Souls to protect the Qin country for tens of thousands of years, such that their legacy wouldn’t end.

Zong Shou felt disdain, he also wasn’t willing to utilise the strength of these dead people.

At this moment, although he was in a secluded corner, having only fifty provinces of land, less than 1% of what that Shihuang had, he had great confidence.

Speaking of monks, didn’t he have one, Jingyin? Although she couldn’t be considered one, since she came out of the Buddhist Sect she might be able to help him invite one or two.

Zong Shou started thinking in this manner as he was about to retreat from the Illusionary Realm. Then, he exclaimed as he felt a wave of information suddenly charge into his mind.

He didn’t look carefully, opening his eyes before he saw many eyes worryingly looking at him in the Chongzheng Hall.

Xuanyuan Yiren and Ruoshui there weren’t surprising. They were probably worried about the matter from today.

However, Kong Yao’s eyes surprised him slightly, curiosity filled with worry.

When Zong Shou opened his eyes and exchanged glances with her, in a panic, she turned her head away.

Zong Shou found it weird. Just as he wanted to confirm that she wasn’t wrong, an old voice suddenly rang out, “Thank the heavens, Ruler has finally woke up. That’s great!”

Zong Shou instantly frowned. Renbo? This old man once more, what a killjoy.

Turning to look, as expected Renbo was standing there. There were also dozens of Gantian Mountain officials lined up into two rows on both sides.

Speaking of which, he was really an irresponsible ruler. He had never seen a few of those faces and he only had a slight impression of a portion of them.

The few he could remember were probably those who participated in the meetings. Today, the place was filled with people trying to form factions, making it really chaotic. These few people were the leaders of the factions within.