Chapter 156

“Mother!”

Over here, the brothers Wang Hongyu and Wang Hongfei were struggling to fend off Qi Fei’s fierce assault. Hearing Bai Cuilan’s agonized scream, their hearts clenched with dread. Yet they themselves were trapped in the encirclement, surrounded by formidable foes, barely able to protect themselves—how could they possibly go to her rescue?

“Brother Wang, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” Qi Fei chuckled slyly, deliberately taunting him.

“Qi Fei!” Wang Hongyu dodged his sharp sword strike and let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve got guts, latching onto Kun Kingdom as your big backer! Living off others to this extent—I have to admit, I’m no match for you!”

Qi Fei laughed. “Brother Wang, you know I’m originally from Kun Kingdom.” As he spoke, he thrust a move called “Azure Dragon Emerges from Water” toward his opponent’s vital point.

Even fighting two against one, Qi Fei still held a steady upper hand. Wang Hongyu could only rely on “Supreme Goodness Like Water” and “Boundless Taiji” to defend himself. Wang Hongfei’s martial skills were far inferior to his brother’s, and he repeatedly found himself in mortal danger—only surviving because Qi Fei barely considered him a threat; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago.

After a few more exchanges, Wang Hongyu swept his gaze across the battlefield. He saw the imperial experts falling one after another, their agonized cries echoing endlessly. The Gan Dynasty’s side was collapsing like a mountain, utterly beyond any hope of recovery.

“Wang Hongyu, prepare to die!” Qi Fei casually hurled his Coiling Dragon Sword. The divine weapon shot toward Wang Hongyu like a streak of white light. At the same time, he thrust both palms forward, sending the radiance of sun and moon surging toward Wang Hongfei.

Wang Hongyu hastily mustered all his strength to defend himself. A golden glow shimmered around him as he barely managed to block the Coiling Dragon Sword with a phantom image of Buddha. Just as he was about to catch his breath, he saw Wang Hongfei in dire straits.

The Coiling Dragon Sword flew back into Qi Fei’s hand. He leaped into the air with the blade, and streams of dragon-shaped sword energy shot forth from it, engulfing both Wang Hongyu and Wang Hongfei together.

“Big brother, save me!” Facing Qi Fei’s *Sun and Moon Divine Art*, Wang Hongfei was terrified out of his wits. He scrambled backward while crying out to Wang Hongyu for help.

Seeing more experts from Kun Kingdom closing in, Wang Hongyu steeled his heart and decisively abandoned Wang Hongfei. He shouted, “Hongfei, I will avenge you!”

As Wang Hongfei stumbled closer, with the deadly Qi Fei hot on his heels, Wang Hongyu gritted his teeth and kicked off Wang Hongfei’s body, using the force to propel himself backward. He soared over the crowd like a wild goose, darting swiftly toward the main hall of the imperial palace.

“Big brother… ah…” Kicked by him, Wang Hongfei was sent flying straight toward Qi Fei. In an instant, Qi Fei’s *Sun and Moon Divine Art* pierced through his body, killing him beyond any doubt. His eyes remained wide open, the pupils still reflecting the image of Wang Hongyu fleeing away.

“Brother Wang, you’re truly ruthless—even your own younger brother isn’t spared!”

Qi Fei sent Wang Hongfei’s corpse flying with a palm strike, then glanced at the rapidly escaping Wang Hongyu. There was no way he’d let him go. His figure shot forward in pursuit.

The Gan Dynasty’s side had been nearly wiped out. Bai Cuilan and Wang Hongfei were dead, Wang Hongyu had fled, and Wang Tianlong was still locked in battle with Feng Liyao. As for those imperial experts, they were being mopped up by Kun Kingdom’s masters, utterly powerless to fight back.

At the moment Wang Hongfei was killed and Wang Hongyu fled, Wang Tianlong’s face twitched. He knew the Gan Dynasty’s cause was lost, yet he still refused to accept it.

Seeing Qi Fei about to charge into the main hall, Wang Tianlong immediately split off a clone to attack him. A golden flood dragon burst from his body, thrashing its head and tail with ferocious intensity.

Qi Fei didn’t dare be careless and used his *Sun and Moon Divine Art* to counter with full force.

With a thunderous “boom,” Qi Fei’s “Sun and Moon Radiance” collided with Wang Tianlong’s “Golden Flood Dragon,” both disintegrating simultaneously.

Though this was only a clone of Wang Tianlong, its power was still not to be underestimated. Even with all his strength, Qi Fei felt his arms go numb, and his momentum was forcibly halted.

At that moment, Wang Hongyu, who had entered the main hall, heard Wang Tianlong’s voice in his ear—a secret sound transmission only he could hear: “Hongyu, quickly go to the underground palace. Take the ancestor and leave through the secret passage. Find a safe place to hide. Find a way to obtain dragon blood and revive the ancestor. Then our Gan Dynasty will still rule the world! Do not emerge before that, even if you reach the Heavenly Realm—do not come out! I will hold them off…”

“Father…” Wang Hongyu felt a surge of grief. He knew the Gan Dynasty was finished. Wang Tianlong couldn’t possibly hold off Kun Kingdom’s experts. With Feng Liyao present, even the hope of escape was slim.

He activated the mechanism behind the dragon throne and swiftly entered the underground palace.

It wasn’t that Wang Tianlong didn’t want to flee—he simply couldn’t.

He never imagined Feng Liyao’s martial arts had reached such heights. Even though he had mastered the *Dragon Divine Art* and cultivated the clone technique of “Boundless Taiji,” he was still no match for her.

In a one-on-one fight, Wang Tianlong already knew he couldn’t defeat Feng Liyao, because she practiced *Bright Moon Flying Phoenix*, one of the four great martial arts of the era, which surpassed his *Dragon Divine Art*. He had thought that mastering “Boundless Taiji” would at least allow him to fight to a draw, but instead, he found himself even more outmatched.

He finally understood: Feng Liyao had fused the Feng clan’s *Bright Moon Flying Phoenix* with the Hua family’s *Red Sun Shines Over the World*, creating a peerless divine art that combined two great martial arts. But realizing this now was far too late.

On the palace square, Feng Liyao’s figure flickered everywhere. Sun and moon radiance, larger than door panels, flashed incessantly. Every time Wang Tianlong tried to break free from the battle, Feng Liyao would preemptively seal off his escape route, like a game of Go—her pieces blocking him at every turn, encircling his clones, picking them off one by one, and steadily shrinking the battlefield.

Seeing no hope of escape, Wang Tianlong resolved to fight to the death. His hair bristled with fury as he unleashed his divine art with all his might, attacking Feng Liyao in a frenzy. The two clashed with unimaginable intensity!

Seeing Wang Hongyu flee and Qi Fei momentarily blocked by Wang Tianlong, Rao Zhirou quickly disengaged from the fight and said, “Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots—don’t let anyone escape!”

Yan Youruo and Bai Liangang moved at her words, swiftly chasing into the main hall, but Wang Hongyu was already nowhere to be seen.

Rao Zhirou scanned the hall, glanced at the side doors on both sides, and said, “We’ll split up and search!” With that, she darted out through the left side door.

Bai Liangang hurried around to the right side door. Seeing Yan Youruo following, he quickly said, “Third Sister, no need to come along. I alone am enough to capture that brat alive!”

“Be careful!”

“Don’t worry—who does Bai Liangang fear?” As he spoke, his massive figure vanished into the depths of the palace.

Yan Youruo thought for a moment, then leaped onto the roof, scanning the surroundings in an attempt to locate Wang Hongyu.

From this vantage point, she saw chaos throughout the palace. A large number of eunuchs, palace maids, and even consorts had learned the news and were fleeing in panic, not daring to linger for a moment.

On the square in front of the main hall, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the thick stench of blood permeated the air.

Yan Youruo clasped her hands behind her back, standing tall on the rooftop, calmly surveying the scene below. A surge of satisfaction welled up in her chest! After years of enduring hardship, today she had finally avenged her humiliation!

Though Qi Fei had been delayed by Wang Tianlong for a moment, he soon entered the main hall as well. Behind him followed four women: Gu Yinzhang, Li Huiyu, Shen Xiangxiang, and Mei’er.

Upon entering the hall, Qi Fei found it completely empty. He looked at the golden dragon throne at the head of the room and burst out laughing. “Haha, so this is the Gan Emperor’s dragon throne? I wonder if I, the great hero Qi, am worthy of sitting on it?”

With a swift leap, he landed in front of the throne and plopped down onto it, gazing out at the resplendent hall with a sense of ruling over all under heaven.

He patted the throne and said, “Ah, too hard, too big—not comfortable at all!”

Gu Yinzhang walked gracefully forward and said with a smile, “This is a symbol of imperial power, not a heated brick bed for sleeping.” At the mention of a heated bed, her pretty face couldn’t help but flush.

“Boring, utterly boring.” Qi Fei stood up and said, “What’s so good about being an emperor? You have to toil day and night over state affairs. Even if they begged me to be one, I wouldn’t do it!”

Li Huiyu chuckled lightly. “If everyone thought like you, the world would be at peace.”

Qi Fei’s eyes darted around, and suddenly he unfastened his trousers. Gu Yinzhang and the others behind him were speechless. Shen Xiangxiang asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take a piss here, leave my mark, let people know I’ve been here. And let whoever sits on this throne in the future get a whiff of the great hero Qi’s scent—haha!” With that, Qi Fei pulled out his manhood and relieved himself on the dragon throne. Before long, the entire throne was soaked.

Gu Yinzhang and the others could only feel deeply embarrassed. If Feng Liyao were sitting here instead, who knows how many beatings this brat would get.

After finishing, Qi Fei fastened his belt and kicked the dragon throne. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a “click-clack” sound rang out.

The group turned back to look and saw the dragon throne slowly shifting aside, revealing a staircase passage leading downward where it had stood.

Li Huiyu’s eyes lit up. “It’s a secret passage! I’ve always heard there was an underground palace beneath the Gan Dynasty’s imperial palace, but no one knew where the entrance was. I never imagined it would be hidden under the dragon throne!” Even Qi Tingqin hadn’t known the entrance to this underground palace, yet Qi Fei had stumbled upon it with a single kick.

This was because Wang Hongyu had been in too much of a hurry when fleeing and hadn’t had time to lock the mechanism, giving Qi Fei this opportunity.

Qi Fei immediately said, “Wang Hongyu must have escaped through here!”

With that, he entered the passage, and Gu Yinzhang and the others quickly followed.

Outside on the square, the battle between Feng Liyao and Wang Tianlong had reached a fever pitch.

By now, Wang Tianlong had swallowed the “Mighty Divine Pill,” doubling his power, which allowed him to engage Feng Liyao in a life-or-death struggle head-on.

His newfound strength impressed even Feng Liyao. She had never imagined he had a method to unleash his latent potential. Now, she attacked with full force, showing no mercy.

“Feng Liyao, you secretly learned Hua Zhenbei’s *Red Sun Shines Over the World*—your victory is dishonorable!” Wang Tianlong roared, splitting into two forms, each unleashing a golden flood dragon to attack Feng Liyao.

“You secretly learned the divine arts of the Shaoyue Sect and the Great Zen Temple, and you still have the nerve to accuse others?” Feng Liyao’s body shimmered with “Sun and Moon Radiance,” one in front and one behind, meeting Wang Tianlong’s golden flood dragons head-on. She shattered them simultaneously, then pursued with golden crows and phoenixes, forcing him into a frantic scramble.

Wang Tianlong’s forms continued to multiply—from one to two, two to four, and finally four to eight. The eight figures surrounded Feng Liyao, golden flood dragons constantly bursting from their bodies, their powerful energy waves shaking the surroundings. Only then could he barely hold her off.

Around Feng Liyao’s hands, feet, chest, back, head, and feet, suns and moons materialized, rolling forward like wheels as she attacked Wang Tianlong. Her momentum surged to its peak.

The two battled fiercely in midair. Raging waves of energy swept in all directions, stripping away a layer of the blue brick floor. Countless stones and sand churned and flew into the air, turning the scene into a chaotic blur, as if the very sun and moon had been dimmed.

On the field, Qi Tingqin and the others had long since dealt with the Gan Dynasty’s imperial experts. They had all retreated far away, standing under the eaves in front of the main hall, watching the battle between the Heavenly Realm powerhouses.

In years past, Wang Tianlong had roamed the world with a twelve-foot red spear. Now, he had long abandoned weapons—his entire body was a weapon, even sharper and more lethal than any blade.

With every gesture, the powerful force transformed into golden dragon phantoms, surging forward one after another to attack Feng Liyao, only to collide mid-way with her red sun and blue moon, erupting in thunderous explosions.

At this moment, Feng Liyao had completely gained the upper hand over Wang Tianlong. Although it appeared on the surface that he could match her blow for blow, the difference between them lay in the superior martial arts she cultivated—a pinnacle of contemporary martial prowess. No other martial art in the world could rival the *Sun and Moon Divine Art*.

The power bestowed by the *Sun and Moon Divine Art*—its offensive and defensive techniques, lightness skill, and movement—was unparalleled in the world, seamlessly connected to the heavens, earth, sun, and moon, with an inexhaustible flow of true energy!

The reason the Four Great Marvelous Arts ranked among the foremost martial arts of the era was due to their unmatched advantages and unique characteristics.

The *Cihang True Scripture* of the Great Zen Temple cultivated the mighty power of all living beings, created by the founding patriarch of Buddhism. The *Wuwei Dao Scroll* of the Shaoyue Sect cultivated the profound principles of the Great Dao, created by the founding patriarch of Daoism. The *Red Sun Illuminates the World* of the Hua family originated from the ancient sun goddess Xihe, cultivating the power of nature. The *Bright Moon Flying Phoenix* of the Feng clan also cultivated the power of nature, originating from the ancient moon goddess Changxi.

As for the Wang family’s *Dragon God Art*, it originated from Wang Aotian, the founding emperor of the Gan Dynasty over three hundred years ago, who derived it from the exotic beast, the flood dragon, cultivating the power of that creature.

Although the *Dragon God Art* was also a top-tier martial art in the world, it was ultimately slightly inferior compared to the Four Great Marvelous Arts.

For this reason, Wang Tianlong had no choice but to seek alternative methods, starting with the Great Zen Temple and the Shaoyue Sect. Unexpectedly, mishaps occurred, and he only obtained half of the *Wuwei Dao Scroll* and half of the *Cihang True Scripture*, falling short of success!

But if that were all, Wang Tianlong, together with Bai Xifeng, could still suppress Feng Liyao. However, another mishap occurred on the way to the Kun Kingdom, where Feng Liyao outmaneuvered them, leading to Bai Xifeng’s death en route.

Thus, Wang Tianlong no longer had the means to contend with Feng Liyao.

After fighting for a while, Wang Tianlong gradually felt himself weakening. Normally, after taking the “Mighty Strength Pill,” his power surge would last at least half an hour. But Feng Liyao’s martial arts were too formidable, forcing Wang Tianlong to push his true energy to the limit, causing his strength to deplete prematurely. After only a short while, his power began to wane.

“Even in death, I’ll drag a few down with me!” Wang Tianlong, seemingly deranged, turned and lunged toward Qi Tingqin and the others under the eaves.

At that moment, the ground in front of everyone suddenly split open with a loud “bang.” A massive snake head burst forth from the earth, followed by a thick, long serpentine body that instantly blocked Wang Tianlong’s path. The snake’s crown twitched slightly as it opened its gaping, blood-red maw, its fangs glinting coldly, and its eyes flickering with an eerie light!

Startled, Wang Tianlong hesitated for a moment.

Just then, a red sun and a blue moon flew in from behind, carrying a surge of immense power.

With a loud shout, Wang Tianlong turned and thrust out both palms, releasing a golden dragon from each, neutralizing Feng Liyao’s attack.

Feng Liyao soared over, both hands striking simultaneously, sending forth a sun and a moon.

Wang Tianlong’s form split into two—one charging toward Feng Liyao, the other lunging at Sisi.

Feng Liyao leaped forward, unleashing another sun and moon. The latter propelled the former, accelerating their speed. With a sharp “whoosh,” they pierced straight through Wang Tianlong’s body.

But his body shattered and vanished—it was merely a clone. His true form had already repelled Sisi and was about to strike Qi Tingqin and the others.

Qi Tingqin watched Wang Tianlong’s frenzied expression, shaking her head slightly in profound disappointment. She had initially felt some reluctance to see him die, but witnessing his utter ruthlessness extinguished any remaining pity in her heart.

After Sisi was repelled, everyone quickly retreated to avoid being harmed by Wang Tianlong.

At that moment, Feng Liyao pursued him once more, her speed reaching its peak. A trail of afterimages formed behind her, as if countless bodies surrounded Wang Tianlong. From her form, endless radiance of sun and moon burst forth, illuminating every direction.

The radiant light of the sun and moon appeared breathtakingly beautiful, but in Wang Tianlong’s eyes, it was a death warrant, terrifying beyond measure. The immense power of the sun and moon pressed in from all sides, as heavy as mountains, unstoppable!

“Crack…” Wang Tianlong could already hear the sound of his sternum being crushed.

The sun and moon radiance, larger than door panels, pressed in from four directions, enclosing Wang Tianlong in the center and relentlessly compressing him!

By now, Wang Tianlong could no longer use the clone technique from the “Infinite Taiji.” He could only muster all his strength to resist the crushing force of the *Sun and Moon Divine Art*.

“Ah… roar!” Wang Tianlong let out a frenzied roar as a surge of powerful true energy erupted from his body. This energy instantly transformed into a massive golden dragon, its head bursting forth from him, forcibly shaking off the sun and moon radiance suppressing him!

At the same time, a large spray of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering three feet away and staining his dragon robe!

Everyone could see that this was his final, desperate strike before his fleeting resurgence faded.

Feng Liyao spun through the air, striking again. With one hand, she slammed down toward Wang Tianlong’s head, the sun and moon in her palm like a grinding millstone, carrying unimaginable force as it crashed onto him. It pierced straight through from his crown to his entire body, producing a series of crackling sounds as his meridians burst one after another, and his whole body plummeted to the ground.

With a loud “thud,” Wang Tianlong crashed down, dust billowing into the air.

Feng Liyao landed gracefully, standing tall and poised, her back to him.

“Cough…” Wang Tianlong coughed violently, blood gushing from his mouth in waves.

Feng Liyao said, “I told you over a decade ago—you are no match for me.”

Wang Tianlong laughed bitterly. “Heh… Do you think I’ve lost? I’m merely a pawn sent from above… You probably don’t know who stands behind me… cough…”

Feng Liyao sneered. “I know you are the Southern Gate Heavenly King, just like the Purple Tenuity Immortal Lord Bai Xifeng—both sent to your deaths.”

Wang Tianlong’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know? Unless you’re not the Wuluo Immortal Maiden, but her true self…”

“Even the Vast Cold Immortal and the Grand Yin Immortal Lord must call me ‘elder sister.’ Who do you think I am?”

“You… So it really is you… I never imagined you’d step out from behind the scenes and appear on the stage… This time, we miscalculated… But… cough…”

Feng Liyao said, “Back when the Heaven-Equalling War God was deposed, the celestial immortals descended to vanquish demons, but most have since fallen into the cycle of reincarnation. Now, the remnants of your defeated forces are no longer enough to contend with me. Stop clinging to your delusions.”

Wang Tianlong coughed and said, “As long as the Immortal Emperor remains… your schemes will never succeed… He will soon be resurrected… cough, cough…”

“My sisters are still here too.” After saying this, Feng Liyao turned and walked toward the grand hall.

“You’re overturning the cosmos! You won’t succeed…” Wang Tianlong cried out in anguish.

Feng Liyao entered the hall, paying him no further heed.