The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

Zhu Haomiao gestured towards Huai Xu beside him.

"They will provide you with intelligence support."

Mu Qiao Lan slowly turned her head, glanced at the expressionless Huai Xu, and nodded calmly.

"As you command."

Immediately, Zhu Haomiao took large strides towards the west.

"Commander, where are you going?"

"To Tianxiong Pass, preparing to close the door and hit the dog."

...

Buzz~

"Hiss~"

Master Mop retracted his hand from the baby-like wound on Hong Jila, looking at the deep sword scar on his palm, he couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

"Armor Breaking Force·Triumph!"

"What a terrifying residual sword intent!"

Then, looking at the expectant eyes of the centaurs inside the tent, Master Mop shook his head gravely.

"This is a power from a very terrifying cultivation technique practiced to the highest realm!"

"The residual divine sword intent within can only be eradicated by Lord Hong Jila himself, others can hardly intervene."

Hearing this, the centaurs sighed regretfully, then frowned in confusion.

"Is this cultivation technique called Armor Breaking Force? Why have I never heard of it before?"

"Such a powerful cultivation technique should not be unknown..."

Upon hearing this, Master Mop hesitated for a moment but, hindered by the transcendent covenant, could only vaguely say.

"The skills of Da Zhen are vast like a sea of smoke, many are passed down in a single line, I too learned of these secrets by chance."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded thoughtfully, looking at Mop with a trace of respect in their eyes.

This guy, though a bit extreme, has impressive knowledge, being able to recognize such a mysterious cultivation technique.

"Master Mop, another evil power still lingers in my body, could you please take a look?"

"Oh! Alright."

Cautiously avoiding the sword mark gap on Hong Jila, Mop placed his palm on his back, gently exploring with chakra.

The next second, Mop's eyes widened suddenly, his entire being struck by an invisible thunderbolt, spewing a mouthful of blood, as if hit by an unseen train, with a bang he flew out.

Clap~

A centaur centurion nearby reached out to catch him, dispelling the force and stabilizing him in place.

"Penetration Energy·Thunderbolt!"

"Dual Polar Chinese Martial God!"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Mop murmured in shock, a bizarre rumor flashed through his mind.

It's said that the Devouring Country Evil Dragon slaughtered the Eight-Nation Alliance in the last battle at the First Layer Heaven, breaking through to the highest realm with all eight basic forces, achieving an unprecedented Eight Extremes Martial God realm.

Deeply furrowing his brows, Master Mop fell into a long silence.

If this is true, it would explain why he could crush the Child of Destiny so easily.

Perhaps the two traces of extraordinary power left in Hong Jila's body are just the tip of the iceberg, maybe that Evil Dragon, no, the Asura King is already attempting to return to the Eight Extremes Martial God Realm!

At the thought of that possibility, Mop couldn't help but knotted his brows, feeling as if a mountain pressed on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Master Mop! Master Mop!"

Until the anxious calls awoke him, Mop came back to his senses.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"What did you say about Martial God? Did you recognize the source of this evil power?"

"Er, this is the ultimate form of a supreme divine skill, capable of easily turning everything into dust, it was only due to Lord Hong Jila's astonishing physique and the protection by heavenly destiny, he could withstand such devastation..."

Before he finished speaking, the centaur beside him urgently inquired.

"Then do you have any solutions?"

Hearing this, Mop shook his head regretfully.

"This power seems to have its own life and will, already involving profound martial arts divine powers, ordinary treatment means are essentially ineffective, one can only grind through it themselves!"

Noticing the faint agitation in the centaurs' eyes, Mop quickly consoled.

"The residual power is just a rootless duckweed, as long as Lord Hong Jila patiently wears it away, he will soon be able to erase it and recover his health."

"But our time is running out, perhaps Duke Yu did not pursue due to lack of strength, but once he recovers..."

After a pause, he glanced at his mummy-wrapped body, feeling the hollow cavities in his chest and abdomen, and the divine essence lingering like a bone-eroding sore on his wounded flesh, Hong Jila's brows gradually knotted.

After two consecutive severe injuries, his strength significantly declined, if Li Lin pursued again, he might only be able to fight desperately!

Unconsciously rubbing the golden saber that never left his side, the iron-willed Hong Jila for the first time felt the terror of being at the mercy of fate.

He was never afraid of death.

But he feared a meaningless death.

He feared more that his death signified some unseen trend.

No!

It won't be!

Shaking his head, Hong Jila crushed the negative emotions in his mind, his eyes regaining clarity and resolve.

With the wise and mighty father, he is destined to be a great being who will become the master of the world!

The bloodline of the Golden Court is destined to rule the world, those two-legged sheep are but pebbles under the empire's iron heels!

With newfound enlightenment, Hong Jila gazed at the sky outside the tent, gripping the golden saber, his eyes filled with liberation and determination.

Even if Duke Yu can kill me, it can't represent the fates of the two countries!

...

As time passed, the enemy forces spread across most of Yong State were continually compressed and driven back, tens of thousands gathered in a narrow area leading to Tianxiong Pass, moving increasingly slowly.

Flanked by towering snowy mountains, the army couldn't traverse them at all, the surviving centaur troops could only crawl towards Tianxiong Pass under Brother's coercion.

"Move aside! Don't block the way!"

Seeing the endless sea of peasants ahead, Master Mop roared angrily, whipping furiously yet still failed to open a path.

Behind him, the eyes of the centaurs turned increasingly dangerous and frenzied, the psychological pressure prickling their backs made them increasingly impatient.

"Damn peasants!"

Just as Master Mop whipped a road-blocking peasant in half, a scout approached the centaur officer, speaking urgently.

"The enemy has already taken Luxia Pass!"

"What? Didn't we leave a hundred thousand men there?"

"Even if there were a hundred thousand pigs, the enemy couldn't kill them all in three days!"

For a moment, the centaur officers were in an uproar, the scout hurriedly added.

"As soon as we left, those guys followed immediately, the supervision team couldn't kill fast enough, ultimately they could only retreat in panic together."

"..."

After a brief silence, the centaurs looked at the surrounding peasants, eyes full of ferocity.

A bunch of useless trash!

"The enemy has already pursued to Luxia Pass, if we get blocked on the road by these people, we probably won't escape Tianxiong Pass."

"That's right, the area between the two passes is extremely dangerous, if they send elites to seize Tianxiong Pass, we'll be like birds in a cage!"