Chapter 941: The Sacred War
Bieyanghong understood those words, but he did not fully grasp their meaning.
He did not know what a fire thief was, nor what gods these foreign strongmen worshipped.
He knew he faced the most dangerous situation of his life, even more perilous than when he stood before the Heavenly Sea Holy Empress at the Heavenly Book Mound.
The fact that his opponent could use the chilly mountain wind to turn his voice into the language of this continent proved his conjecture was correct.
These monsters from the Holy Light Continent were indeed born with the ability to understand and freely manipulate the principles of heaven and earth.
It was even possible that their very existence was based on these principles.
But at this moment, Bieyanghong had become extremely calm, his expression utterly serene.
As a strongman of the continent, when faced with truly great matters, one must not panic; one must possess stillness.
After the earlier exchange, he had already grasped the combat methods of these two angels and how they utilized the principles of heaven and earth.
If it were one-on-one, he was confident he would at least not lose.
The problem was that his wife had already lost an arm and was severely wounded, while Madam Mu and the Black Robe, two truly unfathomable strongmen, remained nearby.
The angel with the violent aura suddenly descended, its light sword slashing toward Bieyanghong.
Although it had awakened only a short time ago, its combat instincts remained intact, and it sensed that this human strongman could threaten it.
So it decided to eliminate this man first.
Bieyanghong flicked his sleeve and drew his sword with extraordinary grace, but the hand holding the starlight phantom sword silently burst through the sleeve!
A fist appeared in midair, directly smashing the angel’s light sword into fragments.
At the same time, the rapidly spinning little red flower suddenly left Bieyanghong’s side and shot toward the face of the other angel.
The little red flower abruptly shattered into countless razor-sharp petals.
Amidst a dense, piercing shriek, brilliant light erupted.
Then it suddenly contracted.
The next moment, when it illuminated the surroundings again, it had already reached the sky over ten miles away.
Several tiny cuts appeared on the faces of the two angels, and golden blood, rich with sacred energy, dripped down like dew.
They stared at Bieyanghong, who floated in the air with his sword, their eyes still devoid of emotion—no anger, no vigilance, only indifference.
The more they were like this, the more terrifying they seemed.
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Countless thunderclaps exploded in the high sky, and waves of air surged outward, cruelly tearing the last white cloud into shreds.
Moments later, countless streaks of light fell from the heavens, eventually becoming visible lines of fire, like a meteor shower.
The people of White Emperor City cried out in alarm, chaos reigning supreme. Some, too timid, thought it was divine punishment and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
In some large tribes and wealthy estates, formations were activated immediately to withstand the fiery magma carrying infinite heat. Meanwhile, the demon guards in the palace, the army in White Emperor City, and the many strongmen controlled by the Elder Council were already prepared to quickly extinguish any ensuing flames.
But the situation was not as dire as imagined. Those falling fires vanished before reaching the ground, leaving only residual heavenly flames that sharply raised the temperature in White Emperor City, as if it had suddenly become a scorching summer day. Only a very few streaks of light fell into the Red River.
The entire sky over White Emperor City was now sealed by prohibitions, preventing any sound or light from escaping. The continent’s strongmen, who could interpret those streaks of light, could not see them, and the demon citizens and ministers who could see them did not know what they were.
What fell from the sky was blood.
Each streak of light was a drop of blood.
This blood came from strongmen of the distant foreign continent and from strongmen of this continent.
They were all supreme beings in the sacred domain, their blood containing countless sacred energies, as holy as gold and hotter than magma.
When a few drops of sacred blood fell into the Red River, the massive demon beasts silently sank deeper into the water, while the less intelligent beasts, unable to resist their instinctive craving, desperately swam toward them, engaging in fierce competition to devour them.
The beasts that finally consumed those few drops of sacred blood were then devoured by even more ferocious beasts. This cruel and tedious process repeated many times.
It was not until deep into the night that the ownership of these few drops of sacred blood was finally decided, all seized by a fire serpent from the depths of the Heavenly Trees.
This fire serpent was not lucky. Despite its combat power rivaling that of a Star Gathering realm strongman, it could not withstand the sacred power contained in those drops of blood.
In the turbulent and perilous depths of the water, the fire serpent struggled for an entire night, ultimately burning to death. That night, the Red River blazed so brightly it seemed to be on fire.
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That night, many demon citizens noticed the strangeness of the Red River. They knelt on both banks, praying incessantly, begging the White Emperor to emerge from seclusion soon, begging the heavenly gods to bestow their grace, begging the nine Heavenly Trees hidden in the clouds to shield the demon race from all disasters.
Although those streaks of light did not reach the ground or bring terrifying heavenly flames, White Emperor City remained in utter chaos. The shockwaves from the high sky had still damaged many buildings, especially the fences of several beast gardens and pastures near the Left Armor Heavenly Tree, which were completely overturned, allowing countless herds to escape in the turmoil.
To maintain order and stabilize the situation as quickly as possible, White Emperor City was placed under martial law. Except for the citizens kneeling and worshipping along the riverbanks, most areas of the city were cleared of people, with soldiers patrolling everywhere. The areas near the palace and White Stone Mountain, forbidden zones, were guarded by the most elite Red River demon guards.
The outer city along the river was relatively less restricted, but it was still much quieter than usual. No one dared to go out, and even those who did went to kneel before the burning Red River, having no mood to drink. The taverns had terrible business and closed early.
Xuanyuan Po left the tavern and went to the riverbank. Gazing at the light and flames rising from the depths of the water, sensing the sacred aura within, he instinctively looked up at the sky, wondering what had happened during the day. Could it have been a battle between sacred domain strongmen?
From the Star Picking Academy to the National Teaching Academy, from the capital back to White Emperor City, the bear youth had trained tirelessly. Others thought his arm was long ruined, but he still held strong confidence, like the other fellows at the National Teaching Academy. Yet he knew well that his current realm was still far from the sacred domain. No matter how long he stared, he could not discern anything from the sacred flames in the river. So he soon left the riverbank and headed home.
His home was also in the outer city along the river, a place called Pine Town, where many of White Emperor City’s poor lived. Most of the buildings were made of the most common and cheapest pine wood, barely insulating against heat and cold, but the drainage was often poor. Walking through, one would occasionally catch a foul stench.
Xuanyuan Po seemed oblivious to this, walking silently along the slope. Neither the sounds of scolding from the houses by the street, nor the heavy hoofbeats of cavalry in the distance, nor the flying chariots in the night sky that looked like falling fire, caused any change in his expression.