As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1490 - 400: Remote Chess Match—Who’s Afraid of Human Wave Tactics? My Soul Capturers, Stand Up
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Whoosh—
Bang!!!
The signal flare, an invention refined by Li Che, detonated in the sky and instantly morphed into a magnificent display of fireworks.
Vibrant streaks of color sliced through the darkness, casting a brilliant glow across the vast heavens.
Icy gales roared and howled without pause, sweeping through the atmosphere.
A massive Mystic Ironwood Ship cut through the great river, riding the turbulent waves and ruthlessly shredding the thick mist that rose from the water's surface.
The vessel cast a gargantuan black shadow, radiating a stifling sense of dread.
This Mystic Iron Black Ship appeared incredibly formidable; its hull was etched with sinister patterns of Mystic Iron Spirit Wood that looked like demons crawling out of the Netherworld, reeking of blood and slaughter.
Black banners snapped violently in the northern wind, cutting through the falling snowflakes and the very air itself.
Bang!
The massive ship surged and dipped, sending plumes of river water into the air.
On the deck, a figure returned with lightning speed, skimming across the river surface several times before launching himself back onto the boat.
From within the cabin, a man emerged slowly, dressed in simple robes and clutching a feather fan. He waved it gently, letting a soft breeze brush against his skin.
"State Preceptor."
The one-legged man, Elder Tiancan of the Heavenly Defect and Earth Defect duo, grinned to reveal a set of yellow teeth. He stood beside the State Preceptor, accompanied by a hunched, one-eyed old man.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
A light wind drifted by, and the State Preceptor reached out a hand to catch the snowflakes descending from high above.
He then tilted his head, watching the exquisite fireworks as they blossomed against the night sky.
"What a beautiful display."
State Preceptor Xie Yushen stroked his beard with admiration, his salt-and-pepper hair dancing in the wind.
"That scout acted quickly. Once he realized there was no escape, he triggered the device immediately. I wasn't able to intercept him in time, as I have never encountered such a mechanism before," Elder Tiancan noted.
"Scouts are probing us incessantly... it appears the Qian Yuan Divine Sect is prepared for a confrontation with the Imperial Court," Xie Yushen remarked, his eyes narrowing.
"Hehe, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect... at the end of the day, it's merely a Sect. How can it hope to challenge the might of the Imperial Court?"
"Furthermore, the State Preceptor has spent months away from the Divine Capital, visiting the Longhu Divine Sect of the Divine Capital Dao, the Seven Treasures Divine Sect of the Dragon Abyss Path, the Haoran Academy of Jiangnan Dao, the Bashu Sword Pavilion of Jian Nan Dao, the Little Lingyin Temple of Xiling Dao, and the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect of Guangling Dao..."
"Having traveled to the gates of the Six Great Divine Sects and united their strength... can Qian Yuan truly stand against all six?" Elder Di Que smirked, showing the gaps between his teeth.
As the trusted right and left hands of Xie Yushen, the Heavenly Defect and Earth Defect duo had clearly reaped significant rewards from accompanying him during this journey.
"One must not underestimate the Qian Yuan Divine Sect... a Grandmaster of Qian Yuan might still be among the living."
"A Divine Tribulation Cultivation expert is not someone to be dismissed lightly," Xie Yushen said, gently fluttering his feather fan.
"Besides, our objective this time is the capture of Li Che. This is a direct decree from His Majesty and cannot be handled carelessly."
"Heh, the Netherworld’s Horse Face Li Half-Saint? His Majesty seems to hold him in high regard, but why the order to capture him? Taking someone alive is far more difficult than killing them..." Elder Tiancan shook his head.
Xie Yushen looked up, his gaze deepening. "His Majesty has placed his trust in me, granting me the power to balance the Great Divine Sects... currently, of the Dajing Eleven Divine Sects, five—Seven Treasures, Heavenly Pill, Haoran, Bashu, and Longhu—have pledged their loyalty to the Da Jing Dynasty..."
"This is my achievement, yet I am far from satisfied."
"Qian Yuan, Xuanfu, the Purple Bamboo Forest, Little Lingyin Temple, and the Purple Mansion Divine Sect—these five have yet to bow. For any Sect that refuses to submit, we must resort to more aggressive tactics."
"We shall crush their mountains and annihilate their Sects!" Xie Yushen’s eyes flashed with a predatory light.
Rumble—
Behind them, the Grand Canal churned violently as one Mystic Iron Spirit Wood Ship after another emerged from the foggy waters, their hulls covered in terrifying demonic engravings.
Standing upon the lead battleship was a figure as solid as a mountain, clad in Mysterious Black Armor. He possessed a powerful build, and his hair whipped wildly in the wind.
At the sight of this man, the glint in Xie Yushen’s eyes intensified.
It was the King of Quelling Chaos, Ji Moli!
Ever since Ji Moli had displayed the Netherworld Fire Dao Yun Tribulation Fire—one of the Three Calamities of Refining—within the Divine Capital, Xie Yushen had kept him under close observation.
Buzz...
Ji Moli seemed to feel Xie Yushen’s stare.
He took a slow step forward, and in an instant, his body vanished, reappearing right next to Xie Yushen.
In contrast to the slender, plainly dressed Xie Yushen, Ji Moli in his full armor was far more daunting, standing like a massive peak that radiated an overwhelming pressure.
"The State Preceptor is truly remarkable, successfully convincing the Five Great Divine Sects to lend their strength, and then combining it with the military might of the Da Jing Dynasty to strike the Qian Yuan Divine Sect..."
"The Qian Yuan Divine Sect is finished," Ji Moli stated indifferently.
"The Prince must also crave the glory of toppling a mountain and erasing a Sect, no? Surely dealing with those vermin from the Corpse God Cult in Jizhou cannot compare to the satisfaction of destroying a Great Sect?" Xie Yushen asked, waving his fan.
Ji Moli gave a thin smile. "To me, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect is no different from the Corpse God Cult. Since they defy the Imperial Court, they are nothing more than rats that must be wiped out."
Ji Moli’s crimson cloak billowed behind him.
"Besides... I have a personal debt to settle with Qian Yuan."
"My son, my Princess Consort, and my disciples all met their end in Qianyuan Taoist City..."
Ji Moli stared at the fading fireworks in the sky, his eyes burning with a murderous intent.