Origin Paradise!

As long as the King of the Western Border is beheaded before the imperial edict is issued, the Salt and Rao Rebellion, which has wreaked havoc in six provinces of the empire, will be completely successful. Given the existence of the Legendary figure, this great achievement is enough for the Salt Lord to complete his advancement. Whether it is energy, numerical value, or domain range, all his basics have reached their limits.

“King of Pacifying the Rebellion, please don’t blame us.” Supreme Master Wan Sai said apologetically, “King Fengtian has the identity of the successor of Emperor Taizong, and I am only following the orders of the sect leader.”

Salt Lord, having been promoted to hero, will reach the baseline required for the strength of the Western King. However, since he is not an elite, he is more suitable for influence and interference from aristocratic families and sects. This is the best arrangement.

“Absolutely, absolutely,” said the Supreme Master of Heavenly Crafts with a smile.

Yan Jun snorted coldly. The head of the Jing family had already gone back to sweep the snow from his own doorstep because of the arrival of the three heroes. No one was there to vouch for the King of Pacifying the Rebellion, so the outcome was already decided.

Once the rebellion is over, he will give the King of Pacification a nominal position. Once the Jing clan is completely overthrown, it will be time for them to fight each other.

Jiang He remained silent. Due to the master-disciple relationship, the two sects would inevitably be closer to Yan Jun. Wan Sai and Tian Gong had always spared no effort in their work, and the benefits they promised behind the scenes were bound to be enormous beyond imagination.

"Why don't you just run now?"

Salt Lord jokingly said, "As long as you don't enter the Western Regions in this life, I won't bother to hunt you down. It's just admitting defeat, which is better than losing my life."

Jiang He returned a calm look.

"Hahaha," Salt-kun laughed, "Just you wait and see."

Tens of thousands of elite troops arrived at the palace, and squads of soldiers took over the defenses. The group headed straight for the main hall.

In the dimly lit hall, the chief of staff's headless corpse was still slowly bleeding, embers still flickered in the ashes of the documents, and the candlesticks had fallen over, making the hall even darker.

"who!"

Suddenly, the Supreme Lord Wan Sai's eyes narrowed.

The fake smile that Tiangong Taishang usually wore on his face disappeared.

On the throne sat a tall woman, serene and alone, while the Little Western King served her tea and water with a fawning smile.

"Just a new king."

Ji Chongfeng said hoarsely, "You two may now pay your respects."

Both elders paled simultaneously. With that appearance and voice, there was no mistake—it was the commander of the Imperial Guard.

hum!

The entire hall was instantly assimilated by the sword energy, and countless sharp points covered his body, as if he would cut down ten thousand swords at once at the next moment.

The two elders fell silent.

Salt-kun's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression showing some resentment.

"King Wuyang, why don't you take action to quell the rebellion?" Ji Chongfeng said, tearing up the imperial edict drafted by the court envoy. Although the royal family and the court officials were both central figures, their positions sometimes differed.

He was not a king who quelled the rebellion, but a king who brought no calamity.

During the Yanrao Rebellion, the imperial family did not intend to offer amnesty but instead chose to quell the rebellion.

Jiang He casually killed the Little Western King with a dazzling attack, then turned to look at Salt Lord and calmly said:

"Then we'll see."

Just then, from the direction of Tianshui Mountain, a bolt of lightning that reached the heavens and the earth rose up. King Jingyang, with his powerful blood and qi, carried the head of the Fu family patriarch in one hand and rushed straight to the palace.

"This old man, Jingyang, greets the new king."

Salt-kun first stared intently, then chuckled.

Immediately afterward, his entire body turned into salt crystals, and he turned and ran.

Jiang He stepped out and gave chase.

The two left the city one after the other, their speeds being roughly equal.

In the main hall of the Prince's Palace, Prince Jingyang landed abruptly.

Ji Chongfeng rose slightly to acknowledge him, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and greeted him with pleasantries: "It has been ten years since we last met. Prince Jingyang is as vigorous as ever."

"I worry about the country day and night, so naturally I enjoy the favor of the emperor," said the King of Jingyang, stroking his beard with a smile.

Seeing that the two men showed no intention of pursuing him, King Wan Sai couldn't help but worry about his own safety and mustered his courage to ask, "Your Majesties, why not just kill the Salt Lord directly?"

Ji Chongfeng glanced at him coldly but did not answer.

King Jingyang smiled without saying a word. He knew that Jiang Wuyang had multiple spatial abilities, and as long as it wasn't a fight to the death, he was unlikely to perish. Therefore, he wasn't worried. As for the new king, the two sect leaders might not be able to win a complete victory in the battle of kings in the sky.

Long!

Countless petals and leaves fell like rain.

Amidst the clouds, the heroic armor of the Wan Sai Sect Master suddenly withered away. The old man in the python robe pressed it back to the ground with a palm strike, then pulled out an ancient bolt-action rifle. The bullets fell to the earth like a forest, turning the sky a vibrant green.

Unrestrained laughter echoed in the sky.

The Heavenly Craftsman Sect Master's eyes were filled with apprehension.

"The famous spear, Canglin, is actually hidden in the Western Kingdom's palace."

Inside the main hall, Ji Chongfeng drew her sword and stood up. She didn't care about the so-called power struggles and conspiracies. The real mission of this trip was to retrieve the famous spear Canglin. The Western Region was the closest to the Eternal Dark Continent. The royal mansion in its heyday naturally had an extraordinary foundation.

Chapter 496 The Great Powers' War

Night fell like a curtain over the canyon outside Tianshui City.

Following the scent of the Rao family bloodline, Yan Jun arrived at this place. After seeing the traces of war, he became pessimistic about the survival of the main force.

The next moment, a pure white sea of ​​fire swept in, like a raging river rushing into the valley. The extreme temperature carbonized and pulverized the rocks, and the surrounding area was dazzlingly bright.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Brocade Gray.

Rather than inflicting damage, this gun technique is more about locking onto the enemy's location.

A sea of ​​fire engulfed them.

Salt Lord turned around, his eyes flashing. He drew his six-ringed heavy sword from his waist and slashed down from above.

call!

The two blades intertwined, forming an unparalleled killing force, like a slender tornado bursting forth from the ground. At the moment of impact with the sea of ​​fire, the extremely concentrated force severed it in the middle, and the overflowing blade light acted as a shield, keeping the wielder unharmed.

—Secret Technique: Sharp Strike.

Without any hesitation.

Salt Lord turned into salt crystals and continued to retreat. The two dukes would most likely not intervene, but since it concerned victory or defeat, life or death, he did not intend to interfere.

boom!

Jiang He fell to the ground from the cliff.

Before the salty light had faded, the executive's personal notification sounded.

[Hint: Upon testing, the Executive's base mental stat is 36% of the target's; some intelligence has been obtained.]

[Name: Salt Lord Rao Ren (?)]

[Peak Creatures of the Golden Age (Great Powers)]

[Gold Energy Value: 40000]

[Domain: Dead Sea Salt Hell (radius 3000 meters)]

[Strength: 61 (Salt Crystal Corrosion)]

[Constitution: 61 (Blade Body Origin)]

[Speed: 61 (Salt Gravel Rush)]

[Spirit: 61 (Selfless Sword Zen)]

[Charm: 32]

[Weapon: Epic Salt Hellblade - Epic level: Sturdy/Sharp/Destructible...]

[Energy Properties: Epic-level Withering/Salinization/Annihilation]

[Skill 1: Heart of Gold...]

[Skill 2: Golden State...]

[Skill 3: Sword Master LV79 - LV10 Ultimate Ability: Parry, LV20 Ultimate Ability: Aerial Strike, LV30 Ultimate Ability: Counterattack...]

[Skill 4: Salt Dragon's Body...]

[Skill 5: Epic-level Salt Mastery...]

[Skill 6: Pale Nova - Based on Salt Dragon Breath, combining talent, swordsmanship, and arcane arts for ultimate energy output...]

[Skill 7: Legendary Arcane Art - Echoes of the Mountains...]

[Skill ⑧: Legendary Arcane - Holy Communion...]

[Skill 9: Legendary Arcane Technique - Separation...]

[Skill 10: Pseudo-Dao Integration...]

Jiang He charged forward, his silver spear crashing down with overwhelming force.

boom!

Thousands of dazzling white lightning bolts descended from the sky, like divine chains recklessly slicing through the canyon ground ahead. The lightning was exceptionally sharp, like a knife cutting through oil, and countless boulders broke and flew away.

Dense lightning enveloped the Salt God, resembling a cage.

"You have such an impatient nature."

Whoosh!

Salt King leaped into the air and turned around. He ran his fingers along the back of the blade, then pressed the heavy blade down sharply at the tip. With a slight twist of his wrist, he swept the blade horizontally, and a dazzling light shot out.

Thousands of intersecting sword beams wove together a giant net that shot into the sky, slicing through the myriad thunderbolts overhead.

—Secret Techniques: Three Thousand.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Thunder and sharpness clashed countless times, creating a deafening roar of rock and iron striking each other high in the sky. The vast canyon was ravaged, and in the watchtowers on both sides, the city lord and soldiers were filled with fear, as if they had witnessed a natural disaster sweeping across the land.

The two rushed out of the canyon one after the other.

They clashed more than a dozen times, leaving behind a trail of destruction.

After a long march, the shadowy silhouette of Tianshui Fortress appeared faintly at the horizon. Salt Lord suddenly turned his head and thrust out the Salt Prison Heavy Blade with one hand.

In an instant, the entire fortress was filled with the hum of swords and spears.

The thousands of swords and blades that had been prepared beforehand flew across the sky and instantly turned into salt. Guided by the Salt Prison Heavy Blade, countless streams of light shot towards the enemy, densely packed, resembling a white salt wall.

—Secret Techniques and Edicts.

boom!

A dazzling flash of light from Jiang He's gun was thrown out.

A swift, violent, and irresistible aura pressed down on all directions.

Salt-kun's pupils constricted; in the Golden Age, he had never seen such ferocious marksmanship.

The silvery light was like a judgment, accompanied by a bombardment that destroyed thousands of salt blades. No matter how the prey tried to break free, it still hit its target squarely.

—The Spear of the Oath of Victory.

The spearhead pierced through Salt Lord's heart, carrying his body as it slammed into the fortress wall. The wall, inscribed with a solid matrix, instantly shattered, but the spear's force remained undiminished. It struck Salt Lord as he swept across the street, the ground crumbling layer by layer, and buildings on both sides collapsing one after another. Spanning a long distance, it was like a meteor crashing onto the ground outside the city.

The overflowing damage disappeared as the severe injuries subsided.

But the lingering pain still made Salt-kun's eyes contort in a ferocious rage, yet he burst into loud laughter.

"Incredible, truly incredible."

This single strike contained over twenty different attacks, perfectly integrated with each other, creating a destructive force sufficient to annihilate multiple peak-level Gold Saints of normal skill.

In the deep pit, the silver spear pierced the Salt Lord's body to the ground. He stood up straight, blood splattering everywhere, and the huge hole disappeared instantly. Even for him, without the pseudo-Daoist of the salt-drying field, this was undoubtedly a serious injury.

"Unfortunately, you are still too young."

Salt-kun's eyes suddenly sharpened. He could clearly sense the surging, vibrant youthful energy within his enemy. To challenge him, a peak-level being, with ordinary gold-tier equipment could only result in defeat.

Salt King drew his sword and slashed horizontally.

Based on the skills of a high-level swordsmanship master, and using refined and ultimate slashes as the output, and finally imbued with legendary secret techniques, six all-out sword tornadoes are then unleashed.