CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 271: REPEL_1

However, what surprised the two of them was yet to come. Xiao He’s hands continuously changed, performing various gestures, and his scholarly aura surged. An unusual Power of Laws permeated the air, making him seem like a celestial deity presiding over punishments.

"Fire Punishment!"

Inside the celestial prison, fireballs materialized out of thin air. Each emitted terrifyingly high temperatures that burned holes in the void as they flew straight towards the Prince of the Sea and Han Yuquan.

"Furious Sea Slash!"

"Wanlin’s Mysterious Sword!"

Of course, the Prince of the Sea and Han Yuquan would not just sit and wait for death. They condensed two streams of Sword Qi, imbued with terrifying power, which shattered the approaching fireballs.

But soon afterward, a great deluge of water surged over them. Each droplet contained the strength of Wanjun, and its momentum was astonishing.

The two had no choice but to launch their attacks once more, splitting the water currents.

"Lightning Punishment!"

Xiao He continued his assault. Dark clouds gathered, coalescing into countless bolts of lightning that struck towards the pair.

The techniques he deployed all originated from the "Nine Chapters Law," a method for attaining the Dao. There were nine types of attacks in total: Fire Punishment, Water Punishment, Lightning Punishment, Leg-Cutting Punishment, Beheading Punishment, Waist-Cutting Punishment, Quartering Punishment, Lingchi (Slow Slicing) Punishment, and Soul-Extracting Punishment!

Rumor had it that when all nine punishments were used together, even an Immortal would meet their demise at the Yellow Spring, their soul unable to enter the nine underworlds, doomed to become a wandering ghost.

After a series of crackling sounds, the Prince of the Sea and Han Yuquan were left blackened, their hair standing on end, with wisps of blue smoke rising from them. Their clothes were in tatters, making them look incredibly disheveled.

"Cough, cough!"

The Prince of the Sea coughed several times, exhaling mouthfuls of dark air.

"This won’t do! We must destroy this celestial prison; otherwise, we’ll be at their mercy!"

Han Yuquan glanced around, then swung his numb arm towards dozens of light pillars. His sharp Sword Qi gashed one of the pillars.

The Prince of the Sea’s eyes lit up, and he too launched an attack.

But would Xiao He allow them to attack freely?

Of course not!

"Leg-Cutting Punishment!" Xiao He roared, his voice incredibly resonant.

Eight transparent chains, like vipers striking at prey, bound the limbs of Han Yuquan and the Prince of the Sea. Startled, they struggled desperately.

Just then, two bloody streams of saber qi shot towards their legs, carrying a terrifyingly sharp power, as if they could annihilate a world.

HISS!!

Both were so terrified their scalps tingled and their pupils contracted sharply. They unleashed a vast amount of Spiritual Energy, forming a solid defensive shield around themselves.

Even after this, Han Yuquan still felt unsafe. He brought out a Saint-grade weapon, a shield, holding it before him, which finally gave him a slight sense of security.

The Prince of the Sea, unlike Han Yuquan who came from a prominent family, only possessed one Saint-grade weapon—his battle sword. His other armaments were merely King-grade weapons, hardly presentable, so he could only rely on his own strength to resist.

BANG!

BANG!

Two dull thuds echoed through the sky.

One stream of saber qi was blocked by Han Yuquan’s shield. The other mercilessly hacked at the Prince of the Sea’s legs, piercing through the thick Spiritual Energy shield and deep into his flesh, causing blood to splatter.

"AHH!"

The Prince of the Sea’s eyes bulged as he screamed incessantly.

Han Yuquan, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of the Prince of the Sea’s miserable state. He had never witnessed such terrifying and bizarre attack methods.

He even felt the aura of death enveloping him!

"I must break free, or I’m dead!" Han Yuquan roared. He channeled the Spiritual Energy within his Dantian, and his entire body erupted in fierce flames, melting the chains binding his limbs. Just as he was about to rescue the Prince of the Sea, he heard Xiao He’s voice again.

"Beheading Punishment!"

Those words made Han Yuquan shudder. He swallowed hard and instinctively wanted to flee, abandoning any thought of saving the Prince of the Sea, and instead relentlessly attacked the celestial prison.

Meanwhile, Xiao He’s attack arrived.

Two pitch-black Dragon Sabers, imbued with the intent of judgment, pierced through the sky. Their terrifying sharpness seemed capable of severing anything in the world.

"Faster, faster, faster..." Han Yuquan attacked with frantic desperation. He could feel the Dragon Saber hanging over his head, about to fall, his life hanging by a thread.

BOOM!

Under several ferocious Sword Qi assaults, a light pillar finally cracked, revealing a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Han Yuquan wasted no time and hurriedly squeezed out.

BOOM!

He had just stepped away when the Dragon Saber, imbued with destructive intent, plummeted down. Its blade passed through the exact spot where Han Yuquan’s head had been moments before.

Elsewhere, the Prince of the Sea was not so fortunate. In his extreme terror and boundless despair, he was decapitated by a single strike, his warm blood splashing.

A large head soared into the sky, filled with unwillingness and regret.

But what use was regret now?

Han Yuquan, having narrowly escaped, saw the Prince of the Sea’s mutilated corpse falling to the ground. A chill ran through him, and not a shred of fighting spirit remained. He turned and fled, not even caring about his disciples.

He was terrified!

Neither of them was a match for Xiao He, let alone him alone.

It was better to escape and save his own life!

Xiao He hovered in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back. He did not pursue Han Yuquan. The previous attacks had consumed most of his Spiritual Energy. If the battle continued, he feared he might suffer an unexpected setback.

Once he confirmed that Han Yuquan had truly fled, Xiao He waved his hand, picked up the Prince of the Sea’s severed head, and flew towards the Divine Gate.

"Relay my order: exterminate every last enemy!" Zhao Yun bellowed with murderous intent, thrusting his spear to pin an enemy general to the city wall.

Upon arriving on the battlefield and assessing the situation, he learned the devastating toll. More than half of the forty-three contingents of local soldiers had been killed in action. Over half of the twenty-four battalions had been lost. Countless commoners had been swept into the flames of war, their families shattered and lives lost.

This battle was undoubtedly the most brutal in the history of the Qin Dynasty Divine Court, with the highest number of sacrifices!

The rage in his heart reached its zenith!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"KILL! KILL! KILL...!"

The soldiers in every army, their eyes glinting fiercely, transformed into gods of death, continuously reaping living beings.

"Brothers, hold on! Once His Highness defeats the Qin Dynasty’s formidable Semi-Emperor, we will be victorious!" an officer from the Ancient Sea Court shouted.

He firmly believed that the Prince of the Sea, undefeated in battle, would certainly defeat the enemy. He would lead them to victory in this war, reducing the Qin Dynasty Divine Court to mere dust in the pages of history.

"Heh, your Prince of the Sea is already dead!" Xiao He, returning to the battlefield and hearing the Ancient Sea Court officer’s words, declared loudly, lifting the Prince of the Sea’s severed head high.

The battlefield fell silent!

All the soldiers of the Ancient Sea Court froze. The War God in their hearts... was dead?

"Impossible! How could this be?" many soldiers murmured, unwilling to accept this reality.

Even more of them were filled with despair, their morale plummeting. If even the mighty Prince of the Sea had fallen, was there any hope left in this war?

"I surrender!"

"I surrender too! Please, don’t kill me!"

Many soldiers of the Ancient Sea Court, fearing death, threw down their weapons and squatted on the ground, holding their heads.

The remaining soldiers were also affected, gradually laying down their arms and choosing to surrender to save their lives. After all, this was already an unwinnable war. What was the point in persisting?

Soon, only a few thousand remained standing on the battlefield, unwilling to surrender, their faces filled with resentment as they glared at Xiao He.

Everyone else was crouching on the ground, including the disciples from the Kylin Sacred Ground.

But!

Would the Qin Dynasty allow them to surrender?