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World's First Traitor System (433)
🕑 Added 2025-04-01 17:00:04 +0000 UTCChapter 433 - Death of a Sage Ruler
A woman, drenched in blood, trudged with difficulty through a seemingly endless desert.
She was Ah Chang, the Archery Sage Ruler of the Great Ci Dynasty.
With Ah Chang's eyesight, she should have been able to see for ten thousand meters!
But the sandstorm, with its swirling yellow sand, blotted out the sky and the sun, and even she, the dignified Archery Sage Ruler, had her vision limited to within three hundred meters.
Clang!
The sound of metal!
Several chains, hidden deep within the yellow sand, suddenly struck, coiling around Ah Chang's body.
Her feet were already sinking deep into the sand, making movement difficult.
The iron chains binding her body finally pinned Ah Chang firmly in place!
In truth, Ah Chang had almost reached the edge of this desert, on the verge of escaping to safety.
She had also shattered hundreds of the attacking iron chains!
Only a few final chains remained wrapped around her.
But human strength has its limits, especially for the already severely injured Ah Chang.
Had the contest between human and formation finally ended with Ah Chang's exhaustion and defeat?
No.
Ah Chang suddenly looked up!
Her eyes stared directly at the scorching sun high above, even though the sunlight stung her eyes!
"So... you're here?"
She had found the person who had set up the formation.
Ah Chang still didn't know who the opponent was, but she assumed they were closely related to Yan Yuan. Otherwise, why would they go to such lengths to use a formation to fight her to this point?
She knew that her opponent's cultivation was inferior to her own!
Unfortunately, formation masters were such cheaters.
They set up formations in advance, lured their enemies into the trap, and relied on the strategic advantage of fighting on their own terms to defeat their opponents.
This formation master's advantage was even more obvious, as she had been severely injured by Jiajing beforehand.
"Heh."
"I've won."
Ah Chang spoke as if to herself.
"It's a pity you only had these two formations ready. If you had one more, I would surely have been defeated."
"You are at the Unity realm. The gap in cultivation, you ultimately cannot overcome. Go to the underworld and accompany Yan Yuan."
As she spoke, Ah Chang once again drew her bow and nocked an arrow.
The bowstring, condensed from spiritual energy, was drawn to its limit!
The arrow, indeed, was aimed at the scorching sun in the sky.
As Ah Chang's arrow locked onto its target, the weather in the sky suddenly changed. The scorching sun transformed, taking the shape of a beautiful woman.
"Remarkable formation master, before you die, tell me your name," Ah Chang said calmly.
She had experienced countless killings.
When she was still a mortal village woman, even her husband had died by her own arrow.
Killing, for Ah Chang, was as casual as drinking water.
Escape was also impossible.
Throughout the world, apart from Great Ming's Jiajing and her Elder Sister, no one could escape after being locked onto by her arrow.
Ah Chang was certain she would not miss.
"My name is Lu Fubao. Yan Yuan was my senior."
Lu Fubao could have had many dazzling identities.
Empress of Great Jin!
Daughter of Marquis Wenxin, Lu Chunqiu!
The foremost formation master in the world!
But at this moment, she had come for revenge, and her sole identity was the junior sister of the great Confucian scholar Yan Yuan.
Ah Chang, however, was taken aback.
"You are Lu Chunqiu's daughter? Lu Chunqiu is Fan Li's man. Does Fan Li dare to openly defy Great Ci?!"
An important piece of intelligence!
Ah Chang immediately decided that, after killing Lu Fubao, she would immediately warn the Great Ci Dynasty.
The Archery Sage Ruler, besides assassination, also had a natural advantage in transmitting intelligence.
The maximum range of her archery was, in fact, ten thousand miles, although she had to sacrifice killing power, it was perfect for transmitting intelligence.
"Die!"
An arrow shot out, carrying Ah Chang's determination to kill.
Unity realm or not, even if she was seriously injured, one arrow was enough to take a life.
In the sky, Lu Fubao did not dodge.
An arrow pierced her heart!
Ah Chang even saw Lu Fubao's eyes widen, as if in an expression of unwillingness before death.
She smiled.
This formation was quite dangerous, she had almost been intercepted and killed by a Unity realm cultivator.
"Fortunately, I..."
Before Ah Chang could finish speaking, she saw Lu Fubao's body, pierced by the arrow, disappear in the sky. It was an illusion!?
The sky suddenly darkened!
A pitch-black darkness, where one could not even see one's own fingers!
Ah Chang sensed danger. This was not the two formations that had entangled her for so long.
There was a third formation?!
"You have already witnessed Guo Fengxiao's [Beacon Fire Yellow Sand Formation] and Zhou Gongjin's [Iron Chain River Crossing Formation]."
"I have a third formation, let me show you."
In the inky black sky, points of light suddenly appeared!
One, two, three... there were seven bronze lamps, their shapes ancient and simple, their aura profound, as if they had existed for eons!
The seven bronze lamps, in fact, only six were lit.
The only extinguished lamp had an arrow stuck in it, precisely the arrow that should have pierced Lu Fubao's heart!
Ah Chang's gaze, which had always been resolute and unyielding, finally revealed a flicker of panic.
"Zhuge Liang, Seven Stars Prayer?!"
She had once assisted Wanli, shooting down all seven bronze lamps. How could she not recognize this formation?
"No!"
"I cannot die!"
"The dream of the Pure Land has not yet been realized, and I have not yet repaid Elder Sister's kindness!"
Ah Chang spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her spiritual energy was almost exhausted. To forcibly activate it again, she would have to sacrifice her life force to barely recover some combat power.
Draw the bow!
Nock the arrow!
Ah Chang wanted to, as she had done years ago, shoot down the seven bronze lamps one by one!
However, just as she raised her arms, she saw the only extinguished bronze lamp suddenly flicker with light, its flame rekindled, illuminating a patch of the sky!
"Impossible!"
"I have extinguished Zhuge Liang's lamps before!"
"How could they be rekindled?!"
From all directions, Lu Fubao's voice echoed.
"Before Marquis Wu died, he had already corrected the flaws in the [Seven Stars Prayer Formation]."
"And I was fortunate enough to inherit it."
As her voice fell.
The seven bronze lamps simultaneously blazed brightly, condensing into the shape of an azure dragon in the night sky.
"Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The dragon's roar shook heaven and earth!
The azure dragon's eyes suddenly locked onto Ah Chang. The killing intent made even the Great Vehicle realm Sage Ruler tremble!
Ah Chang wanted to escape!
Although her opponent was only at the Unity realm, at this moment, her only thought was to escape.
Her archery was not suited for facing enemies head-on.
She was accustomed to hiding in the shadows, lurking in the distance, firing an unexpected arrow!
But now, Ah Chang's legs were trapped in the sand, and her body was bound by iron chains.
She couldn't escape!?
"Central Plains Stabilized · Azure Dragon Crescent Blade!"
Lu Fubao cried out!
Her voice was clear and sweet, still like that of a young girl in her prime, yet it possessed the momentum to sweep across the land!
"Roar!!!!!"
The azure dragon's gaseous form was unstoppable!
It pierced through the distance between heaven and earth!
It also pierced through Ah Chang's body!
There was no blood, no flesh and bones flying.
But the Archery Sage Ruler's eyes quickly lost their vitality, until her pupils completely dissipated.
The azure dragon returned to the sky, then separated into seven flames.
The bronze lamps vanished, the yellow sand disappeared, and the iron chains dissolved into wisps of cold air.
Heaven and earth returned to their original colors. This was still the original forest.
The altar was still there.
Yan Yuan's spirit tablet was also still there.
Beneath the white banner that read 'Archery Sage Ruler Ah Chang, will die here today', lay Ah Chang's lifeless body.
Lu Fubao, in her Confucian robes, knelt gracefully before the spirit tablet.
Three kowtows, nine bows.
Tears slid down Fubao's beautiful cheeks, and she whispered, "Senior Brother, may you rest in peace."
