Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 871: Spring and Autumn

Compared to the fighting inside the prison building, the battle outside was even more earth-shattering.

Atop the northern ramparts of Yu's capital, a group of powerful cultivators from the Imperial Supervisory Bureau had already formed a battle formation. A hundred-zhang-tall shadow of a black beast loomed behind them like a colossal shield, blocking all the foundational qi fluctuations coming from that direction.

Had it not been contained, the sheer force released by so many top-tier experts would have shaken the entire capital of Yu to its core.

That battlefield was nothing short of terrifying.

That sky-reaching savage bull swung his massive horns like ancient divine weapons, reducing everything in his path to wilderness and ruin. He brought nothing but destruction and annihilation.

Shentu Yang met brute force with brute force. With a wave of his hand, he refined the shattered rocks and broken mountains around him into a new peak, then hurled it down from above. In their clash of techniques, even mountain peaks crumbled like sandbags in a child's game. The surrounding hundred li were left desolate and broken, with no untouched ground in sight.

Fortunately, when the Celestial Northern Prison was first constructed, the surrounding area had already been cleared of villages and towns. If civilians had still been around, they would have suffered a calamity for no reason.

The Black Golden Crow's slaying technique was unmatched. His feathers were the only things capable of inflicting real damage on the prison's barriers. Several feathers scattered through the air pierced deep into the walls and remained firmly embedded there.

The Great Dao of Piercing Slaughter represented Yin Metal and was perhaps the only Great Dao capable of contending with the Great Dao of Resilient Defense. The two were like the strongest spear and shield in the world.

Unfortunately for the Black Golden Crow, he was the defender now. He couldn't bring out the full potential of the clash between the strongest spear and shield in the world.

And the one battling the Black Golden Crow was the Guardian Ruler, the strongest fighter of the imperial family. Behind him, a blazing wheel of radiant energy, like a rotating sun, scattered demonic aura and sent yang qi surging into the sky.

Only a demon king as powerful as the Black Golden Crow could withstand hundreds of blows against him. Ordinary eighth-realm cultivators had no choice but to flee. Those who got too close were scorched and liquefied on the spot, and even staring at him for too long could make them explode.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

While the Guardian Ruler clashed head-on with the Black Golden Crow, he also struck at the gate of the Celestial Northern Prison, using the power of the Ultimate Yang to try and force its walls apart. However, every attack he unleashed was met by a wave of frigid qi that blocked his attack.

The nearly translucent Snow Maiden hovered in the air. At first glance, her appearance seemed unremarkable, but whenever she was needed, she unleashed a breath of frost without delay. Her demonic power flowed continuously, showing no signs of exhaustion.

Even though the battle took place in the capital of Yu in the Central Region, she could still exert such overwhelming strength. If the fight had occurred in the snowy plains of the Northern Regions, her home territory, few would have been able to rival her.

In comparison, Yao Dengxian, who wielded the Great Dao of Cloud Dominion, appeared slightly disadvantaged. He attempted to alter the celestial phenomena, using blazing sun and warm rain to melt the frost, but he only managed to weaken it slightly.

At the same time, he summoned wind and thunder to pressure the demon kings on the battlefield. However, these efforts served only as support.

His limited impact stemmed from two reasons. Firstly, he had spent many years in seclusion within the imperial palace. Since he attained the Heavenly Origin, he didn't accumulate much battle experience anymore. Secondly, while the Great Dao of Cloud Dominion was capable of bringing favorable weather and promoting national prosperity, it lacked the destructive power needed for direct confrontation.

Despite these limitations, he remained only slightly outmatched in his clash with the Snow Maiden.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Six-Winged Flood Dragon was on the verge of being slain by the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner.

Qi Yingxuan was the head of the Imperial Supervisory Bureau, and his fearsome reputation across the nine provinces was not built on prestige alone. With the momentum of the Tai'a Sword bearing down from above, anyone who dared to lift their head faced a deadly burst of sword qi. Who can withstand the sharpness of his sword?

The Six-Winged Flood Dragon, demon king of the Abyss of Wrath, cultivated a Great Dao known as Sumeru. It focused on concealment and transformation, allowing him to shift his size at will.

He could transform into an immeasurably large form, vast enough to crush the nine provinces, or shrink into a speck the size of a mayfly, so small that no one's stream of qi could track him.

However, when he faced the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner's sword momentum, which flowed like liquid mercury and slipped into every gap, enlarging his body gave him no advantage. He only made himself a larger target, easier to slice apart.

He could have easily shrunk himself to escape, but he and the other demons had come to defend the Celestial Northern Prison. Fleeing outright would have been a disgrace.

The Six-Winged Flood Dragon had no choice but to unleash the full power of his Great Dao of Sumeru. He shrank himself to an infinitesimal size and attempted to slip into the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner's body, planning to expand in an instant and tear him apart from within.

However, sword cultivators were inherently sensitive to the flow of qi. Even if an enemy remained undetectable, any trace of killing intent that drew too close would still be sensed. The Imperial Supervisory Commissioner immediately enveloped himself in sword qi and unleashed a sweeping strike in all directions with the power of the Great Dao of Tai'a.

The Six-Winged Flood Dragon was forced to reveal his true form. He took the sword strike head-on, then fled once more, attempting to put distance between them and search for another opening.

Yet, the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner raised his hand and released a silver-white talisman into the air. The sky changed color at once, and a moon-shaped talisman appeared overhead. A beam of lunar radiance locked onto the Six-Winged Flood Dragon, illuminating him no matter where he tried to flee.

This was none other than the Immortals' Talisman of Lunar Radiance, ranked fourteenth in the current Catalog of the Mortal World's Ten Thousand Treasures.

With the talisman tracking his every move, the Six-Winged Flood Dragon endured a relentless attack from the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner. The sword momentum pressed down without pause, slashing into the dragon until he howled in agony. This once-mighty and mystical creature now thrashed like a giant loach trapped in a pot of boiling water, slipping and diving with no chance to rest.

Even so, the flood dragon remained absurdly slippery. He shifted size at will, and the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner struggled to bring him down completely.

After a brief pause, he turned to Gongyang Qi, who stood beside him.

"The National Master has been inside the Celestial Northern Prison for a long time without sending word. I fear something may have gone wrong," the Imperial Supervisory Commissioner said. "We must bring this to an end quickly. Headmaster, I ask for your aid."

"No problem," Gongyang Qi replied. He had been standing with his arms folded, calmly observing the battle. Now, he finally extended both hands.

In his left hand, he unfurled a glowing screen that resembled a scroll of paper. In his right, he held a golden brush—an enchanted tool recorded in the Catalog of the Mortal World's Ten Thousand Treasures, currently ranked thirty-ninth and known as one of the Four Genuine Immortal Treasures.

The Four Genuine Immortal Treasures—the Immortal Spirit Brush, Divine Essence Ink, Flowlight Paper, and Element-Tempering Inkstone—were relics said to have fallen from the heavens and had once belonged to immortals. Although each artifact was flawed and could not match the quality of a legendary item on its own, together they formed a single enchanted set. Their combined power was formidable enough to earn a high rank in the Catalog of the Mortal World's Ten Thousand Treasures. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The Four Genuine Immortal Treasures had been passed down through generations of headmasters at Ascending Dragon Academy.

Gongyang Qi began to write on the glowing screen while chanting aloud, "You never ascended above your Great Dao."

As he finished writing the last word, countless rays of light poured down from the screen and struck the massive bull suspended in midair.

After observing the battlefield for some time, it became clear that the greatest obstacle to the humans from the righteous factions was the Bull Demon King, the embodiment of desolation. His colossal form and overwhelming presence had long prevented anyone from approaching the Celestial Northern Prison.

When the light descended upon him, the rampaging Bull Demon King froze in mid-charge. His overwhelming aura weakened drastically in an instant, and within the blink of an eye, his cultivation level dropped to the peak of the seventh realm. His Great Dao of Desolation disappeared without a trace.

"Mooooooooo!!" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury and confusion.

The terrifying power of the Great Dao of Spring and Autumn could rewrite history with a single stroke. It erased the Bull Demon King's past achievement of reaching the Heavenly Origin Realm entirely!

In the current world, he had never broken through to the eighth realm. His cultivation had never advanced past the Dao Attainment Realm. Everything else about him remained unchanged.

"Go now!"

The Snow Maiden, who had been watching the battlefield closely, acted immediately. With a wave of her palm, she summoned a mass of ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice that enveloped the Bull Demon King's body.

As expected, a moment later, a torrent of sword qi slashed through the air.

Boom!

The Imperial Supervisory Commissioner's sword came close to killing the Bull Demon King, whose cultivation had been reduced to the seventh realm. Fortunately, the Snow Maiden had acted in time and blocked the blow.

After deflecting the strike, she pressed her fair hand forward and sent the Bull Demon King's massive body flying a hundred li, removing him from the battlefield in an instant.

Although Gongyang Qi possessed the ability to rewrite the flow of time, maintaining a rewritten history consumed an immense amount of true essence. The more difficult the alteration, the greater the toll it took on him.

This meant that the Bull Demon King could not remain in his current weakened state forever. Eventually, Gongyang Qi's cultivation power would be exhausted.

If he continued to maintain this effect on the Bull Demon King, he would be unable to use any other divine abilities. Casting just two or three permanent divine skills would be enough to completely drain his cultivation power.

As a result, the Bull Demon King would recover sooner or later. He simply needed to wait until Gongyang Qi could no longer sustain the divine skill.

However, if the Bull Demon King was killed while still trapped at the seventh realm, he would have no chance of returning to his former strength.

The headmaster of Ascending Dragon Academy rarely took action, but once he did, he immediately turned the tide of the battle.

The Black Golden Crow narrowed his eyes and growled, "What is the Momothling doing?"

"Exactly!" The Six-Winged Flood Dragon, still being chased across the battlefield, roared in frustration. "We can't hold on much longer! Why hasn't he succeeded yet?"