Chapter 465: A Shocking Return!
Imperial Capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.
The capital was now several times more majestic than it had been years ago. But the prosperity of the past was long gone—replaced by the smoke and fire of war that surrounded the city.
A massive light formation, like an upside-down bowl, enveloped the entire capital from the skies.
On the towering city walls stood countless soldiers, shoulder to shoulder, gripping their spears tightly. Their gazes were tense, fixed far into the distance.
There, a sea of enemy troops stretched endlessly across the land. The thunderous roar of battle filled the skies, and even more terrifying—numerous figures floated above the army, each radiating an aura far more oppressive than the multitude below.
Countless defenders gritted their teeth, fists clutching weapons, eyes filled with hatred.
The Great Yan Dynasty… was all but destroyed.
Only the capital remained as the last line of defense. If it too fell, the dynasty would vanish from history—and everyone within would become the last slaves of a fallen nation.
The entire city was locked in an atmosphere of desperation and dread. The very air seemed frozen.
Inside the imperial hall, all of the dynasty's remaining elites had gathered. Present were Emperor Mo Jingtian, the Lin Clan Patriarch Lin Fan (senior), and powerhouses from various great clans.
Also among them was Mo Ling, who had once entered Dao Sect with Lin Fan. Now, he had returned to stand alongside Mo Jingtian in this final stand.
"According to reports, Yuan Gate has dispatched more high-level reinforcements. If they arrive…" Mo Jingtian sighed bitterly, then turned toward a corner of the hall. "Senior Zong…"
Seated in that corner were over a dozen cultivators from Dao Sect. Leading them was an old man in gray robes with blind eyes—Elder Gu Mo, the caretaker of Dao Sect's Scripture Pavilion.
At Mo Jingtian's words, Elder Gu Mo shook his head slowly, a trace of helplessness in his expression.
The current situation of Dao Sect was dire. Even if they wanted to help, they lacked the strength.
Seeing this, the others in the hall sighed quietly, faces pale.
"Hahaha! Mo Jingtian!"
Suddenly, a loud, arrogant laugh rang out from beyond the city walls, shaking the entire palace.
"It seems you're still refusing to surrender. Once we break your formation, rivers of blood will flow through your city!"
At the same time, horn blasts echoed across the battlefield. The enemy was preparing to launch their final assault.
Mo Jingtian and the others didn't dare delay. They rushed to the city walls.
As they arrived, they were met with a terrifying sight—enemy troops stretched as far as the eye could see.
Above them hovered countless cultivators, and at the front stood their general. He stared at Mo Jingtian and shouted:
"Mo Jingtian, hand over the entire Lin Clan! That arrogant brat Lin Fan dared defy Yuan Gate. The Lin Clan must all die for his crime!"
Mo Jingtian's face darkened. "The Great Yan Dynasty fears no death! If you want to fight—then we fight to the end!"
"To the end?" the general sneered. "Do you think that Dao Sect formation can protect you? Yuan Gate's top experts have arrived. Today will be your last!"
Then, he turned and bowed deeply. "Senior, please break the formation."
Buzz!
A terrifying burst of yuan power exploded from the sky. Over a hundred powerful figures appeared—Yuan Gate elites.
At the forefront stood a black-robed old man, cold and disdainful. His gaze swept across the defenders as if looking at ants.
"It's Zhao Kui!"
Elder Gu Mo's face twisted with shock the moment he saw the black-robed elder. The Dao Sect disciples behind him turned pale.
Zhao Kui—Yuan Gate's new top expert—had reached the Reincarnation Stage. He had even taken part in the siege against Dao Sect, where Ying Huanhuan had injured him.
But even so, a Reincarnation powerhouse was more than they could handle.
"Consider yourselves honored," Zhao Kui said coldly. "It's rare that I dirty my hands with ants."
With that, he raised his finger, and a colossal finger of yuan power—thousands of feet long—crashed down toward the protective formation!
Despite the combined efforts of Dao Sect's defenders, the formation shattered under Zhao Kui's strike.
And the finger didn't stop—it continued downward, aiming to obliterate the defenders atop the wall.
Despair filled their hearts.
Then—space warped.
A tall, blue-robed figure appeared beneath the descending finger.
Countless stunned eyes turned upward, their expressions frozen.
"Who…?"
The young man stood with his hands behind his back. The colossal finger hovered mere meters above him—yet could not advance.
Then, with a casual flick of his finger—
BOOM!
The enormous yuan power finger exploded into a sky of light particles.
At that same instant, a violet-black beam shot from his fingertip like lightning.
Shhhhk!
The beam pierced directly through Zhao Kui's forehead.
Thud!
Zhao Kui's body fell to the ground with a sickening thud. All hearts trembled.
A flash of golden light emerged from his corpse—his soul, terrified and fleeing at top speed.
Whoosh!
A golden flying dagger pierced the air. In a flash, it caught up with the escaping soul and annihilated it.
Silence fell.
Even the battlefield's distant clashes had ceased.
On the city walls, everyone stared blankly at the lone figure.
He had just instantly killed a Reincarnation Stage powerhouse. Soul and all.
Just who… was this?
"…Senior," Mo Jingtian was the first to recover. Trembling with excitement, he bowed deeply.
The others followed, kneeling swiftly. Even Lin Xiao and Liu Yan tried to bow—but couldn't move.
"Uncle, Aunt," a soft chuckle came. The tall figure turned, revealing a familiar, smiling face.
"You don't need to bow."
"F-Fan'er… it's you!"
Lin Xiao and Liu Yan's eyes welled with tears. Joy and relief washed over them.
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