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Chapter 1156 A crushing defeat

Buried in Jingzhou!
Young Master and Feng Feishang faced off, the wind carrying the bloodshed and clamor of the capital, the towering fireworks reflected in the sky.

Even those far away in the north and south could see this magnificent scene.

But the two remained locked in this stalemate, like two statues that have stood for thousands of years, and will likely continue to do so in the future.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that Young Master Ying's right hand was embedded in Feng Feishang's chest, and half of Feng Feishang's broken sword was embedded in the other's neck.

The two men were covered in blood and gore, and the ground was soaked in blood. Even hundreds of meters underground, the smell of blood could still be found.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Feng Feishang coughed a few times, causing the hand on his chest to rise and fall slightly. "I admire you, I admire you!"

"The Heart Demon Ring is a remarkable figure, and you, an insignificant soldier slave, have actually grown to this level."

He revealed a shocking secret in his calm tone.

The young master was none other than Yin Hen, the only survivor of that year's demonic ring slave.

As for why he became the way he is today, it remains a mystery to everyone.

Young Master Yingyi smiled faintly, “I was born into a humble family, and my first name was Yin Hen. Later, I realized my mistakes and saw through the impermanence of life. I should not have hatred, so I changed my name to… Yingyi.”

"In the battle to vanquish the demons in the capital, the demon soldiers and their powerful lords were almost all wiped out, and the world has not heard of demon soldiers wreaking havoc for a long time."

"You're here to dredge up my old grievances? Do you have some shameful secrets you want to silence?"

"Hmm, let me think about it. The most prized disciple of the World Sword Sect actually comes from a demonic soldier background. Heh heh, isn't that a huge joke?"

His words revealed Feng Feishang's identity as a demon soldier, clearly indicating that he was not completely unaware of it.

Feng Feishang finally revealed the secret he had kept hidden for so many years. A hint of unease flashed across his face, but he said firmly, "It seems I guessed right. Have you touched the threshold of the Supreme Demonic Weapon?"

"When the Heart Demon Ring was besieged that day, he advanced to the Heavenly Sect before his fall. With his talent, it was absolutely possible for him to obtain the source of the Supreme Demon Weapon by sacrificing his life."

"He risked his life to send you away, so he must be pinning his hopes on you."

"You are the second one, the Heart Demon Ring, and also the one he chose to wield the supreme demon weapon."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Ying asked indifferently, "Hmm, I understand. You've come to compete with me for the Supreme Demon Weapon."

“That’s right. If I kill you, I can clear my name and gain control of the Supreme Demon Weapon. Killing the Enchantress will bring me immeasurable merit, and I can advance to the Martial Saint realm in one fell swoop.”

Feng Feishang bluntly stated his ambition.

The broken sword in his hand was embedded in the other's neck, the wound fatal, but it could not penetrate any further.

At the same time, the hand that the other party had stabbed into his body also gripped his heart, preventing him from crushing it.

Both sides have vital points in the other's hands, but due to their equally matched strength, they are unable to resolve the conflict.

The stalemate continues...

"In this battle today, one side must perish completely. Whoever survives will be the ultimate wielder of the supreme demonic weapon!"

Young Master Ying said calmly, "Don't think that just because your master is the Divine Sword of the Southern Heaven and you have a junior brother named Zhou Daqian, I will be wary of you and unwilling to kill you."

Ah!
Feng Feishang was slightly surprised, not expecting that among his many fellow disciples, only Zhou Daqian was mentioned by the other party.

He immediately responded with a cold laugh, "Your usurpation of Jingzhou will not change your fate of destruction."

A pair of eyes silently watched the two combatants, letting out a barely audible sigh, before turning their gaze back to the capital. The capital!

Dongfang Daqian suffered a series of defeats, like a withered leaf in a storm, tossed about amidst the flashing blades from all directions.
Zhou You wielded the Semi-Saint Yin Blade, moving in all directions. The Heavenly Sect members of the Eastern Great Thousand camp all retreated. Once caught in the crossfire, even if they managed to escape, they would be severely injured.

Even someone as powerful as Dongfang Daqian was eventually defeated after repeated encounters.

Every time he tried to retaliate, he was met with even fiercer attacks, his back kicks suppressed by the splattering blade light.

As the saying goes, "When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when luck turns, even heroes are powerless."

At first, Dongfang Daqian and Zhou You were evenly matched, but once Zhou You gained the upper hand, he completely lost any chance to turn the tide.

"Defeat is inevitable."

Among the crowd, a member of a prominent family sighed, "At this stage, even the most stubborn person can see that the wind is blowing in the wrong direction."

Zhou Daqian, Lian Feihong's top general, charged forward with overwhelming momentum and had already gained an absolute advantage. It was feared that before the two half-saints could even determine a winner, their side would have already suffered a complete defeat.

The staunch supporters of Lian Feihong's camp were in unprecedented spirits, while the die-hard loyalists of Dongfang Daqian were all dejected.

The Human Race Cult is not monolithic; Lian Feihong also has good connections. Otherwise, why would he have been able to lend out the sacred artifact 'Double Pupil' in the first place?
As for aristocratic families, their relationships are even more complex, and the terms "changing carriages" and "jumping ship" during times of decline are nothing new.

The only concern is Lingyun Palace, but he is currently entangled with the Tiannan Divine Sword and unable to take charge of the overall situation.

"Dongfang, you can't hold on much longer."

A loyal follower of the Human Cult, a Grandmaster who was also a descendant of the Martial Saint, spoke up.

Although he didn't urge them, his meaning was clear: he represented the attitude of a large group of people around him. If he couldn't turn the tide, they would have no choice but to ask Lingyun Palace for help.

If even Lingyun Palace doesn't step in, defeat is inevitable.

Dongfang Daqian's face was half-reddened by the surrounding blood and fire, while his left side was hidden in the shadows, flickering between light and shadow by Mu Leizheng's black lightning. The flame pattern in his left eye appeared both silent and tinged with suppressed rage.

The promising situation was ruined overnight, and the culprit was Zhou Daqian.

He knew he had no choice; once a demigod engaged in combat, the fight would end on its own, and no one could interrupt it.

Even if he was a disciple of Lingyun Palace, he could not call on the other party to help him. Moreover, how could he have the face to ask the ancestor for help when he had fought the battle to such an extent?
"Zhou Daqian, are you my nemesis for life?"

Dongfang Daqian roared a few times and gritted his teeth to order, "Withdraw! Withdraw from the capital and station troops in the directly governed prefectures."

He still held the idea of ​​observing the winds of change, as Zhili Prefecture was close to the capital, offering both offensive and defensive advantages, and there was still a chance for a comeback.

Although his plan was well-conceived, the situation is constantly changing, and it's impossible to stay put and wait for him.

Two-Bee heard devastating news: after the royal family withdrew with the sea warriors, the four governors were unable to hold out on their own and surrendered!

A few moments later, the encirclement around the capital was complete.

"Concentrate your forces and focus on one province. Don't tell me you can't even take down a single directly governed province?"

Dongfang Daqian roared wildly, "This is nothing yet, but the army has already suffered a crushing defeat and is surrounded by enemies on all sides!"

Despite being slashed in the back by the Half-Saint Yin Blade, he rolled away from Zhou You and retreated in a certain direction.

This move was a signal; affiliated powerful families and forces withdrew one after another, disappearing like a receding tide.

The difference is that when the tide recedes on the beach, it leaves behind shells and crabs, but the battlefield of Dijing leaves behind broken corpses and fragments of divine weapons, with bloodstains and scorch marks everywhere.

(End of this chapter)