Chapter 1719 — The Dream-Chasing Youth, Part Two

Yiluo Heavenly King's order had barely been issued when Meng Yungui, instead of retreating, pressed forward, leading the few dozen remaining warriors of the Yuhua Camp charging onto the tower ship! Yiluo Heavenly King found his expression strange.

At a time like this, Meng Yungui still dared to charge over here!

Charging outward might still give him a chance to escape the net; charging onto the ship was casting himself into the trap!

To rescue the slaves on board, he would not hesitate to throw away his own life—another act that, to Yiluo, was utterly idiotic. "A Heavenly Master of a generation, astonishing brilliance, fame shaking the world, yet again and again producing bad moves!

Beneath the great name, the reality falls short! Meng Yungui, you can die now!

" Yiluo Heavenly King let Meng Yungui slaughter his way onto the ship. There was no need for him to lift a hand—the divine and demonic hosts on either wing had already blocked Meng Yungui and those few dozen Yuhua Camp warriors. The Shenwu Guard attacked from behind, and this battle had already become a case of catching a turtle in a jar.

Yiluo Heavenly King looked on with cold eyes.

He saw Meng Yungui and his people, deep in encirclement, still killing ceaselessly, trying to fight their way to his side. The number of Meng Yungui's remaining Yuhua Camp warriors dwindled, one after another falling in death, but they still held fast around their commander, blocking for him the divine weapons and divine powers of the Heavenly Court's army.

If they could not block them, they blocked with their bodies, with their lives! "So brave and so mighty, truly admirable. " Yiluo Heavenly King praised again and again, clapping his hands: "Meng Yungui, that you have such heroic warriors following you shows that you are at least a true hero.

What a pity that today you are going to die here with these heroes.

" He still did not make a move, still watched coldly as, beside Meng Yungui, one warrior after another fell, watched as the wounds on Meng Yungui multiplied, watched as his blood flowed more and more, his vitality and spirit sank lower and lower.

Yiluo Heavenly King began to move his feet. As he moved, he snatched up a youth and said with a smile: "Is this the kind of human you want to protect? " The youth trembled all over and did not dare move.

"Throw a punch at me and I will let you go," Yiluo Heavenly King said to the youth. The youth opened his mouth, and after a moment said in a trembling voice: "My lord. .

. " Yiluo Heavenly King opened his mouth and sent the youth into it, laughing heartily: "So these are the clansmen you want to protect?

They are not your clansmen, only a herd of livestock!

No—even livestock will resist a little before they are killed.

These are worse than livestock!

" He caught an old man and kept striking at Meng Yungui's faith: "The humans of the Southern Heaven are maggots. They have no thoughts, no wisdom, only walking meat. And it is for this walking meat that you are going to die here! Meng Yungui, do you think it is worth it?

" Meng Yungui fought his way onto the ship, soaked in blood, with only a dozen or so warriors still beside him. Yiluo Heavenly King swallowed the old man in one mouthful, abruptly spread his wings, and ordered the Shenwu Guard's host to withdraw; the hosts on both sides also withdrew. Meng Yungui panted heavily. He was at the end of his tether, with little strength left, but he lifted his head and glared fiercely at Yiluo Heavenly King.

Yiluo Heavenly King clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Heavenly Master Meng, if you can defeat me, I will spare the humans on this ship.

Come—make your move. " Meng Yungui roused himself, but looked at those warriors beside him who were also expended.

He hesitated; these warriors who had accompanied him no longer had the strength to continue fighting. Suddenly, a thud came from beside him.

An old general knelt on the deck, head hanging, no breath. Meng Yungui was stunned, seeing that this old subordinate who had always followed him was covered in wounds.

He had long suffered fatal wounds; his heavenly palace and divine repository were already shattered, his primordial spirit beaten full of holes, and now at last he could not hold on, his soul scattered.

Beside the old general, a young human deity swayed, using the sword in his hand to prop himself up; no longer able to hold on, he grinned and said: "Heavenly Master, I can no longer follow you. .

. " He stared wide-eyed, suddenly pulled the sword across his neck, and cut off his own head.

That young deity lifted his own head, and the head laughed: "Your subordinate, even unto death, will never become a burden to the Heavenly Master! " "Heavenly Master. " Another warrior of the Yuhua Camp planted the broken spear in his hand into the deck, the spear tip against his own chest: "To have been able to follow the Heavenly Master is the good fortune of my whole life! Heavenly Master, until the next life!

" He lunged forward, the spear tip piercing his heart, and his body stood upright, unyielding. "We no longer have power to fight. If we stay by the Heavenly Master's side, he will have to look after us and will not be able to give everything in the battle against Yiluo!

" The remaining Yuhua Camp warriors each activated their divine weapons, bowed deeply, and one after another the divine weapons slew their own primordial spirits.

Blood and tears blurred Meng Yungui's sight. The eleven figures who had died standing, and the old subordinate who knelt without breath, filled his heart with grief, yet he was strangely calm.

He blinked hard, squeezing the blood-tears from his eyes; at this moment tears and blood could only disturb his vision.

He was not much better than those old subordinates. His divine repository and heavenly palace were likewise covered with cracks; his primordial spirit was on the edge of falling apart. He too was not far from death.

"Gentlemen, wait for me a moment.

" He staggered toward Yiluo Heavenly King. In that instant, his aura burned fierce, mixing with his qi and blood, dyeing the whole ship scarlet!

In that instant, even Yiluo Heavenly King was somewhat moved. Meng Yungui was an arrow at the end of its flight.

In such a state, Meng Yungui could not even exert one-tenth of his usual strength! "Number is art. Model on yin and yang, and attune to the arts of number.

" As Meng Yungui advanced, he murmured under his breath: "Yin and yang are zero and one—make it binary. The Three Powers are heaven, earth, and man—make it ternary.

The Four Images are the Four Emperors—make it quaternary. The Five Elements are the Five Luminaries—make it quinary.

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" Yiluo Heavenly King frowned. What Meng Yungui recited were the most basic formulas of the numerological arts.

He had heard these formulas and had studied them.

But the way of numerological arts was truly cumbersome; as a half-god he had not immersed himself in it, but instead had turned to bitter cultivation of Dao techniques and divine powers.

Meng Yungui, as if unconscious, recited these most basic numerological formulas while mustering his remaining primordial qi cultivation.

Around him, the primordial qi gradually turned into runes, and the runes evolved according to the numerological laws of various bases. Yiluo Heavenly King's expression turned grave. Although he did not know what use Meng Yungui's recitation of these basic formulas had, he saw that Meng Yungui's runes were transforming into Dao patterns! The Dao patterns around Meng Yungui combined at tremendous speed, becoming Dao chains, and the Dao chains were becoming a domain!

The great numerological domain around Meng Yungui deepened heaven upon heaven! In Meng Yungui's present state, he had no such qi to unleash such a powerful domain.