Abyss Walker

Chapter 163 Locking Clouds and Coiling the Sky

Although Yun Muhan's swordsmanship remained precise, he had to be more cautious under Nightblade's onslaught, striving for perfection with every swing to avoid being injured by Nightblade's double blades.

The battle intensified, with Yun Muhan and Ye Ren's figures intertwining on the battlefield, creating a scene of life-or-death struggle.

Under the pressure from Ye Ren, Yun Muhan's swordsmanship gradually revealed a deeper level.

Yun Muhan's swordsmanship became more refined and varied in his clashes with Ye Ren.

His swordplay was no longer just about simple offense and defense, but began to incorporate more variations and strategies, with each swing filled with tactical considerations.

Its movements are fluid and intelligent, each move like a crucial piece placed on a chessboard.

In one exchange, Yun Muhan cleverly used Nightblade's offensive momentum, using a move called "Sword Qi Soaring to the Clouds" to deflect Nightblade's twin blades to one side.

This move was as smooth as flowing water, not only avoiding the Nightblade's sharpness but also cleverly utilizing its power.

Immediately, Yun Muhan swiftly changed his sword stance, thrusting his sword towards Night Blade's vulnerable spot.

This sword strike was as fast as lightning and incredibly accurate, demonstrating his superb swordsmanship and precise control over the battle situation.

Although Nightblade reacted quickly, his armor was still pierced by Yun Muhan's sword tip, leaving a bloody mark. This sword strike not only injured Nightblade's body but also dealt a blow to his confidence.

A flicker of surprise crossed Nightblade's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

He roared, and his attack became even more frantic and reckless, trying to overwhelm Yun Muhan with strength and speed.

However, Yun Muhan's swordsmanship was like a lighthouse in the sea. No matter how fierce Night Blade's attacks were, he could always steadily guide the way and resolve the crisis.

His swordsmanship revealed a calm and unhurried demeanor, and his eyes were calm and focused, always locked on Nightblade's every move.

He skillfully deflected every attack from Nightblade, and calmly dealt with every rage from Nightblade.

Yun Muhan's swordsmanship is like a reef in the ocean waves; no matter how turbulent the waves are, the reef always stands firm.

Every swing of his sword was full of power and wisdom, and every attack made Nightblade feel the pressure increase.

In this contest of strength and skill, Yun Muhan demonstrated his extraordinary swordsmanship and profound combat wisdom.

As the battle reached its climax, he successfully struck Nightblade's vitals with a move called "Sword Pointing to the Sky." This sword strike was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, dazzling yet deadly.

Nightblade's body jolted violently, and his twin blades slipped from his grasp due to the impact of the force, arcing through the air before crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

Nightblade's eyes were filled with disbelief; he had never imagined he would suffer such a defeat on the battlefield.

His body trembled slightly, not only because of the blow he had received, but also because of the shock and disappointment in his heart.

Nightblade was once a ghost on the battlefield, ruthless and merciless, killing tens of thousands of powerful enemies, but now he feels the bitterness of defeat.

Yun Muhan's sword tip stopped in front of Nightblade's throat, the sharp blade almost touching his skin, but he did not go any further.

His actions not only demonstrated respect for Nightblade's life but also a profound understanding of the nature of war.

Yun Muhan's voice was calm yet powerful, piercing through the clamor of the battlefield and reaching Nightblade's heart: "You are strong, but war is not a contest between individuals."

"Put down your weapons and end this pointless killing."

Nightblade remained silent for a moment, then shifted his gaze from Yun Muhan's sword tip to the surrounding battlefield.

He saw the fear and despair in the eyes of his soldiers, and he also saw the determination and courage in Yun Muhan's army.

In the end, Nightblade slowly lowered his head and accepted defeat.

This bowing of the head was not only an admission of defeat to Yun Muhan, but also a surrender to the cruel reality of war.

Nightblade returned to the fortress of the Earth Kingdom, his back view appearing lonely and heavy.

The soldiers on the battlefield witnessed this scene, and the enemy's morale dropped further, while Yun Muhan's army became more united and respected him because of his benevolence and strength.

"Nightblade, how is the battle going?" asked the monarch of the Earth Kingdom, a dignified middle-aged man, with piercing eyes.

Nightblade took a deep breath. He knew he had to tell the monarch the truth, even if it might cost him the monarch's trust.

"Your Majesty, I have been defeated. Yun Muhan's strength is beyond imagination; his swordsmanship is like the stars and the sea, unpredictable and elusive."

The monarch frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. "Defeated? How could the warriors of our earthly kingdom be defeated by the swordsmen of heaven?"

At this moment, Ironblood also stepped forward, his body still bearing the marks of his previous injuries, but his eyes were resolute. "Your Majesty, Nightblade is telling the truth. Yun Muhan's strength is not to be underestimated, and moreover, he has made a condition."

"What are the conditions?" The monarch asked with a hint of curiosity.

“He wants us to lay down our weapons and end this pointless killing,” Nightblade added.

The monarch's face was as dark as the clouds before a storm, and anger burned in his eyes.

He slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the quiet hall like the booming of war drums, shaking everyone present.

His anger stemmed not only from the defeat on the battlefield, but also from his long-standing resentment and hatred towards the Kingdom of Heaven.

"A senseless massacre? Their Heavenly Kingdom once invaded our territory and plundered our resources. Is that what you call a senseless massacre?" The monarch's voice was full of sarcasm and anger, each word like a sharp knife pointing directly at the Heavenly Kingdom's past actions.

Tie Xue stood aside, taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down.

He knew that the monarch's words contained too much anger and pain, but he also understood that continuing to fight would only cause more soldiers to lose their lives.

A hint of weariness was visible in his eyes, a heavy burden brought on by a long war.

"Your Majesty, that was hundreds of years ago." Iron Blood's voice was deep and powerful. He tried to make the monarch understand that history could not be a permanent shackle, and hatred and war could not be the only way to solve problems.

“Your Majesty, the war has already caused us heavy losses. Our soldiers are exhausted, and our resources are dwindling. If we continue fighting, we may lose even more,” Nightblade added, joining in the persuasion.

“Your Majesty, Yun Muhan’s strength and wisdom deserve our respect. He did not humiliate us after the victory, but instead gave us a chance for peace. We should consider his proposal.”

The monarch's silence was like the calm before a storm; a struggle flashed in his eyes—a fierce battle between reason and emotion.

He knew that Nightblade and Ironblood were his most trusted generals, and their words were not unfounded; their advice was based on their deep concern for the country and its people.

He closed his eyes, deep in thought, trying to find a balance between anger and responsibility.

Finally, he opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of weariness, but even more so, determination and resolve.

“Very well, I accept his conditions. But this does not mean we submit, but rather that we choose wisdom. For a hundred years, we will not invade the Heavenly Kingdom again.” His words echoed in the court. On the surface, he accepted Yun Muhan’s peace terms, but in his heart, he had other plans.

The king of the land knew that this was not only the end of a war, but also the beginning of a new contest.

He needs time to regroup and restore the nation's strength so that he can face the Kingdom of Heaven in a stronger form in the future.

His steps were firm and swift as he returned to the secret room, hurrying towards a secluded corner where an ancient wooden bookshelf stood.

He gently touched an inconspicuous carving on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf slowly slid open, revealing a secret passage leading underground.

Continuing down the secret passage, he arrived at a lavishly decorated room, the place where he secretly met with his deceased father and where he sought solace and guidance for his soul.

In the center of the room stood a huge crystal ball, its interior seemingly shrouded in mist, as if containing endless secrets and power.

The king of the land walked to the crystal ball and softly recited an ancient incantation.