Chapter 1526 - 1517: The Winds Are Tight, Retreat!

Chapter 1526: Chapter 1517: The Winds Are Tight, Retreat!

"Greedy Hand, go challenge!"

The Saint Master looked up, gazing at the Great Wall before him, sensing a powerful defensive force, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

But soon, he regained his composure and ordered calmly.

He intended to openly seize the Dao Manuscript!

Steal?

Not the style of the Dark Temple!

Seize!

That’s the true path!

If I’m strong, is it excessive to take your belongings?

Not excessive!

"At your command!"

A figure in black robes stepped out, revealing mid-phase fate realm cultivation, came to the front of the Great Wall, sunk his breath into his Dantian, and shouted loudly: "Steward of the Qin Dynasty, come out!"

The loud voice echoed in the sky above the Qin Dynasty, spreading across countless universes.

"Who are you, to dare disrupt the Qin Dynasty?"

After a moment of silence.

An angry voice emerged from inside the Qin Dynasty.

Above the Great Wall, streaks of light flashed, carrying terrifying auras, stirring countless light-years of space-time.

Liu Che, Sun Quan, Cao Cao, Gui Guzi, Mohist, and others successively appeared above the Great Wall, each exuding overwhelming auras.

Three Knowledge Realm!

While Qin Wudao was venturing into the high cosmos, they were not idle.

All broke through rapidly.

"Not even reaching fate realm, a bunch of ants!"

Greedy Hand glanced around, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, mocking.

Thinking about the volumes of Dao Manuscript in the hands of the Qin Dynasty, his heart ached, simply squandering treasures.

"Courting death!"

On the Great Wall, Liu Che heard the mockery, his fiery temper rose instantly, carrying the Sword of the King, he rushed out.

Greedy Hand revealed contempt on his face, swung a palm.

Boom!

In the moment of the palm strike.

The surrounding heavens dramatically changed, a palm imprint appeared, descending from endless dimensions.

This palm imprint was massive, encompassing heavens, unable to be observed fully with the naked eye, containing countless stars, capable of easily annihilating any medium-level cosmos.

"Slash!"

Liu Che glanced, and swung his sword.

The starfield brightened.

A dazzling Sword Qi of the King appeared above Liu Che’s head, piercing the universe, suffused with terrifying kingly aura, subduing barbarians, commanding homage from all directions.

Sword light flashed.

Then, in the amazed eyes of everyone, the palm imprint was cleaved apart.

"What?"

Greedy Hand retreated a few steps.

He looked down at his right hand, there was a noticeable sword mark, blood oozing, dropping into the starry sky, generating endless genesis.

He was somewhat incredulous.

That strike before, although not full strength, also wasn’t weak, enough to repel a martial artist at the early fate realm, as for the Three Knowledge Realm, touching it meant death.

"Dao Manuscript!"

"Indeed extraordinary!"

At this moment, the Saint Master’s voice sounded slowly.

Greedy Hand suddenly realized.

No wonder.

It was due to practicing the Dao Manuscript.

Yes!

Across the endless universe, only the Dao Manuscript could empower a martial artist at the Three Knowledge Realm to exhibit fate realm combat power.

Thinking of this, Greedy Hand’s heart burned hotter, if he could practice the Dao Manuscript, perhaps he might break through to the Order Realm in this life, reaching the height of the Dao Manuscript’s master.

"Did you come for the Dao Manuscript?"

Liu Che looked at the Saint Master, his face somewhat heavy, coldly asked.

"Hand over the Dao Manuscript, and you may live!"

The Saint Master spoke calmly.

In his view, though the experts of the Qin Dynasty were indeed formidable, they lacked a fate realm presence, and for this venture, he brought twenty fate realm strong ones.

Forcing the Qin Dynasty to hand over the Dao Manuscript should be a breeze.

"Arrogant!"

Liu Che roared, swung his sword at the Saint Master.

The Saint Master casually waved, sweeping away the incoming Sword Qi, his terrifying energy forced Liu Che back dozens of miles.

But just as he stabilized, Liu Che again wielded the Sword of the King, charging forth, a sharp look in his eyes, slashing out endless sword brilliance, annihilating countless stars.

He, Liu Che, would not lose!

No matter how strong the enemy, he would find ways to kill them.

On his brow, the light of ’Han’s Majestic Divine Defense’ flashed.

Sword Qi cutting through space, directly slashing the River of Time, stepping forth figures such as the empire’s twin heroes Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, Zhang Qian who opened the Silk Road, Li Guang who died without conferment...

Sword light illuminating the world, witnessing a prosperous powerful state, seeing iron cavalry roaming the desert, seeing trade routes creating prosperity...

In a trance, a country full of unyielding spirit, fused into that sword.

This was no longer just Sword Qi.

But the Han Dynasty.

"Interesting!"

The Saint Master watched the Sword Qi, sensing the power contained within, a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hands, energy flickering, gathering a mysterious seal, imbued with the might of the heavens, the mysteries of the universe, the endlessness of the Great Dao, striking at the Sword Qi.

Boom!

Two attacks collided.

With the two as the center, the surrounding Void was completely obliterated.

The Saint Master’s footsteps stumbled, retreating two steps.

On the other side, Liu Che’s body flew back dozens of miles, a hint of blood at the corner of his mouth, once stabilized, he launched another attack.

The Saint Master helplessly knocked Liu Che away once more.

"Battle!"

At this moment.

Liu Bei, Gui Guzi, and others on the Great Wall couldn’t stand it anymore, light at their toes, rushed towards the party from the Dark Temple.

"Kill!"

Greedy Hand looked at the Qin Dynasty experts, a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, chose someone he deemed less strong, raised his hand, and gathered a palm imprint.

He couldn’t believe it, that all Qin Dynasty martial artists were as strong as Liu Che.

Surely some were weak.

"World Domination!"

Facing the overwhelming palm print, Gui Guzi’s thought moved, three thousand rule power of domination breaking through space, spreading across the starfield, forming a delicate chessboard.

"Three Thousand Rules!"

"This...how is this possible?"

Greedy Hand gazed at the three thousand rules standing tall between heaven and earth, his eyes somewhat stunned.

Three thousand!

That was a number to strive for yet unattainable!

That represented a form of height!

Throughout ancient and modern times, only the master of the Dao Manuscript achieved it.

And now.

In a barren medium-level cosmos, he saw a presence comparable to the master of the Dao Manuscript.

Boom!

The delicate chessboard fell.

Without any surprise, Greedy Hand was directly suppressed, amidst a series of screams, exploded into a cloud of blood mist, completely disappearing from the endless universe.

In the other battlefields, Mohist, Mencius, Liu Bei, and others all achieved overwhelming victories.

Seeing this scene, the Saint Master privately shocked, a trace of fierce energy flashed in his eyes, behind him appeared five colossal divine images, each spanning billions of miles, exuding immense power, causing the surrounding Void to twist and turn.

Five Emperors Battling Heaven Dharmakaya!

The top divine skill of the assassination hall, each Dharmakaya possessed complete combat power within itself.

After deploying this method, a head-on fight turned into a gang battle.

This further pressured Liu Che.

At this time.

Nine rays of golden light shot out from the depths of the Qin Dynasty, almost piercing through the low and medium-level universe clusters, causing the Saint Master’s face to change slightly, he hurriedly looked up.

At the end of his vision, he saw the deity of the Nine Provinces, emitting the power of cause and effect.

Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed.

Nine fate realm martial artists!

Why didn’t the intelligence agency of the Dark Temple detect this?

"Retreat!"

Without any hesitation, the Saint Master ordered, his figure flickered, flew towards the advanced cosmos.

The accompanying strong figures from the Dark Temple heard the order, promptly left.

The winds were tight.

Retreat!