"Ah!"
Screams filled the air as all the Arab cavalry within several hundred zhang of the clash between the Evil Emperor and Qutaybah were instantly dealt a destructive blow.
The shockwaves from their clash swept away all the Arab cavalry in the area like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Thousands of Arab cavalry were sent flying through the air, their faces stricken with fear as they were swept away like ragdolls. Some of them were even sent flying into the distance, their bodies unable to stop themselves from crashing into the ground.
Thudthudthud!
In just a short period of time, the rocks on the ground cracked and blood gushed out like a waterfall. Countless warriors howled miserably as they were turned into cold corpses in the battle between the two of them, scattered all over the ground like stars in the sky.
In the middle of the battlefield, not only did the billowing smoke and dust not calm down, it became even thicker, wave after wave shooting up into the sky. Within the dense smoke and dust, two figures, one gold and one black, were rapidly entangled as they engaged in an intense battle. Boomboomboom! Golden bolts of Sword Qi cleaved through the earth, piercing through the clouds.
At the same time, innumerable sharp bolts of energy, even more terrifying than actual swords and sabers, were also exploding. Strength on the level of the Evil Emperor and Qutaybah had far surpassed the imagination of mortals. Even the Imperial Great Generals, who stood at the apex of martial artists, couldn't help but tremble in fear at this sight, a feeling of inferiority rising up in their hearts.
Pu, in the blink of an eye, a gigantic storm formed from golden Sword Qi, Myriad Spirit Sea Art's Qi Qi, dust, and sand rapidly appeared before everyone's eyes, spiraling into the sky.
Bang, bang, bang. Wave after wave of explosions rose and fell, turning this area into the most dangerous area.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
The Arab cavalry panicked and pulled on their reins as they fled into the distance.
"These two … how could this be …"
At this moment, even his allies, Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje, couldn't help but clench their fists in deep shock.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it very difficult to imagine that this battle had reached this level. Although they were both Great Generals, Qutaybah and the mysterious elder were clearly far stronger than they could comprehend.
While the entire battlefield was shocked by the two of them, on the other side of the battlefield, a tall and sturdy figure rode over on a horse.
"Gao Xianzhi, we meet again. Do you think that you can stop me?"
When they were still several dozen feet away, Abu Muslim pulled on the reins and spoke in the language of the Tang Dynasty. The two were old rivals, and it had been four months since this stalemate began. Abu Muslim had a rather good understanding of Gao Xianzhi.
"But you've already lost!"
Gao Xianzhi faintly smiled.
The Revelation Army had already been defeated, as had the Death Army and Fearless Army. If everything went as expected, the Tang Dynasty would emerge victorious in the end.
"Haha, to borrow the words of you Central Plains people, it's still unknown who will emerge victorious!"
Abu Muslim grinned.
"Moreover, you're no match for me!"
This was not their first clash. Since Gao Xianzhi had been no match for him in the past, he was naturally no match for him now. It was simply impossible for Gao Xianzhi to rely on his own strength to stop him.
"Haha, since you know a few proverbs of the Central Plains, I'll give you a few words of advice. Don't laugh too early until the very end!"
Gao Xianzhi faintly smiled. He had heard this saying from Wang Chong: 'The one who laughs last laughs best.'
"Buzz!"
Abu Muslim's eyes chilled at these words, and a terrifying killing intent exploded out of him. Without the slightest hesitation, Abu Muslim put on the special Eye of the Demon God glove and punched.
"Asmodai's Fury!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Abu Muslim immediately used the supreme art of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillar Art.
When Abu Muslim had used this technique with the Eye of the Demon God, even the Consecrated under Wang Chong's control had been forced to stagger, much less anyone else. Abu Muslim might not be as strong as Qutaybah, but there was no question that he was one of the best. At the very least, the number of people on the side of the Tang Dynasty who could compare to him could be counted on one's fingers.
Rumble! The sky suddenly darkened, and then Abu Muslim's body vanished, replaced by a purple-and-black armored demon god with three heads. This demon god stood on the ground and punched a mountainous fist at Gao Xianzhi.
This unstoppable punch had stirred up a fierce gale for a radius of one hundred zhang. Bangbangbang! The Arab corpses on the ground were thrown into the air by this fierce gale of energy and sent flying backward.
"Ha!"
Gao Xianzhi's eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Eight! Ji! Bang! Crack! Art! "
Gao Xianzhi's loud voice resounded in everyone's ears, each word like a peal of thunder. A moment later, as Abu Muslim stared in shock, the wind blew and he vanished.
Rumble!
A second later, in the sky several dozen zhang from where Gao Xianzhi had been standing, blazing bolts of lightning crackled as Gao Xianzhi's body appeared. Around him, light and shadow fluctuated, revealing eight huge pitch-black pillars. The surface of the eight pillars was engraved with mysterious ancient inscriptions, and in the center of the eight mysterious ancient pillars, the void distorted. In the blink of an eye, a miniature topography of the entire continent was revealed.
At first glance, everyone could sense a thick and boundlessly powerful aura. It was as if it wasn't just light and shadow, but was connected to the entire earth.
The Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art was a technique that Wang Chong had given him, and it had been born out of Gao Xianzhi's own Six Ultimate Majesties God Art. The two came from the same source. When one reached a certain level in martial arts, one would no longer be restricted by the transformation of one's weapon. For example, Wang Chong could use a sword, but he could also use a spear, a pike, and when he transformed into the Godking Yama, he could also use a vajra pestle.
Gao Xianzhi's Six Ultimate Majesties God Art was primarily based on Sword Qi, but now that it had been upgraded to the Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art, there was no longer any need for weapons.
But although this supreme art was powerful, it was also extremely difficult to cultivate. At the very least, Gao Xianzhi had comprehended this theory, but he had never been able to cultivate it.
Although Wang Chong had given him a month to cultivate in seclusion, Gao Xianzhi had never been able to fully cultivate it. Not long ago, when the Evil Emperor had arrived, Gao Xianzhi had asked him about the essence of 'Qi', and only then had he completely comprehended this even more powerful Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art.
"Hmph, do you think that you can fight against me like this!"
Abu Muslim's eyes chilled, and a moment later, the Asmodai's Fury that Abu Muslim had just fired suddenly changed directions and shot toward Gao Xianzhi. At almost the same time, Gao Xianzhi spread open his fingers, sending eight black pillars of inscription flying through the air toward Abu Muslim's left, right, left, and right.
When Abu Muslim's Asmodai's Fury was still several dozen feet from Gao Xianzhi, Abu Muslim's strongest attack suddenly froze in the air.
"How could this be?!"
Abu Muslim was flabbergasted by this sight. His fist energy and technique were formless and invisible. Unless they were sabers or swords, they should have been impossible to grasp. For Gao Xianzhi to be able to freeze his fist energy in the air was completely beyond Abu Muslim's understanding and inconceivable.
As this thought flitted through Abu Muslim's mind, the eight black pillars of inscription suddenly exploded with power. There was a heaven-shaking boom as Abu Muslim's full-strength punch was suddenly shattered by a terrifying energy and completely obliterated.
“！！！”
Fierce winds blew down from the sky, and Abu Muslim paled at this sight. He had never imagined that Gao Xianzhi would be able to cultivate a new technique in just one month, and that he would be able to use these eight strange pillars to completely shatter his strongest attack.
"Abu Muslim, that was then, and this is now. No matter what you want to do, as long as I am here, you will never succeed!"
A loud and clear voice came from the sky like rolling thunder. Gao Xianzhi stepped out. At the same time, a majestic sword Qi burst out from his feet. The sword Qi condensed and quickly turned into another black pillar of inscriptions. It floated in the air and supported Gao Xianzhi's body at the same time.
The sky was a forbidden zone for martial artists, but to Gao Xianzhi, it was like walking on flat ground.
With this step, Gao Xianzhi's understanding of the Eight Ultimate Sunderings Art deepened. Martial Path, Sword Qi, and all sorts of rules were integrated in his mind. In an instant, a tremendous aura surged, like a storm, exploding from his body. Gao Xianzhi, who was already very strong to begin with, instantly broke through some sort of bottleneck and reached an even higher level.
Gao Xianzhi finally had the right to directly face Abu Muslim. All was silent. Abu Muslim looked up at Gao Xianzhi in the sky, sensing the rising energy coming from his body, and his face instantly turned steely and nasty.
"Huoshu Huizang, go!"
Dalun Ruozan's eyes flashed when he saw that Qutaybah and Abu Muslim had been stopped, and he immediately gave the order.
This battle was not just related to Arabia, but also to Ouzan. No matter what, they had to defeat the Tang Dynasty, and if they wanted to destroy the Tang Dynasty's Nine Dragon Blood Formation, they needed an Imperial Great General.
"Understood!"
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