Kunlun Mountain Part 4 - The Return

Chapter 18 - High Gods United

Issuing the order for this juniors to remain in groups of three, Die Feng led the charge forward.  Flying solo, he led them straight through the centre of the battle, then ordering two groups to the left, two groups to the right and one group into the air to scout for Shifu and to keep the area above him clear, Die Fengs sword raised above his head and came down on the first blade that was foolish enough to strike out towards him.

Directly behind him, Di Juns five armies spread out, while three remained behind to completely surround as much of the forest as they could in order to protect the one path that lead to the Celestial Heavens.  Ordered to kill anyone that was not a Celestial should they break free of the forest and head for the Palace, regardless of whether they were Demon or Ghost, his warriors threw up a barrier to protect their Royal family and their Realm.

And it was the entrance of the Celestial armies and Kunlun Mountains Disciples that saw the first release of Hell Fire. Rising up into the air, the tree tops above them burst into flames as Qing Cangs dragon army took flight.  Having been held back by his Dragon Generals, the arrival of the Celestials was all it took to release them, and being of a much lighter energy as well as dressed in white, they were too conspicuous within the dark energy that was raging around them.  Snatching at the Celestials as they raced into the battle, the dragons feasted as their hell fire ripped a wide path though their right flank.

Xiang Ru, Liang and Chang Shan kept close as their words flashed and their bodies spun wildly through the trees.  A little ahead of them Zhi Lan, Cheng Bao and Ling Yu were in full battle mode as Qing Cangs dragon army flew directly above them snatching at the whirl of white robes below them.  Thousands already lay dead, thousands lay wounded, and hundreds more were fast spreading out into the open clearing towards the Celestial Army keeping watch.

And among the Dragons that took to the air, thousands upon thousands of Honghuis hounds flew into the battle tearing open the throats of every Ghost warrior and Celestial alike.  It was the most fearsome battle ever to rage in their world.  All Realms were present  and no high ranking life was immune, Generals and foot soldiers fell, screaming their final breath into the screams of the living.

And in the center of it all, Qing Cang and Honghui battled to the death.  No soldier or beast approached them, and nor would they have dared.  This was to be the final battle of them all, and Honghui was dead set on ensuring he lived to see the end of Mo Yuan once and for all.

With his inner fiery energy exploding down the tip of his sword and flashing lightening fast against Xuan Yuan, their battle was as explosive as it was beautiful.  His purple robes flew though the back mist of his own energy, his long black hair flashed about his body and Qing Cang met every strike just as fiercely.  

Though unfortunately for Honghui, Qing Cangs energy far exceeded his own, and nor was Qing Cang using the full force of his strength either, instead he played with him, being the only one worthy enough to take him on.  Strike for strike, their blades exploded against each other, forcing all others back.  The space they were in had been well and truly cleared by hell fire and Qing Cangs giants who were still ripping the trees from the ground and swinging them wide at the Honghuis hounds who were feasting on anything that moved.

Heading directly towards them, Di Juns energy was blazing about his own body, and with no weapon, he merely waved a hand at those who were foolish enough to approach and instantly sending them to their deaths.   It had been centuries since Di Jun last fought in any battle, preferring instead to keep the peace.   But the closer he got to Qing Cang and seeing how weak Honghui was, he knew then, he would have to fight.

Opening his hand, his own sword appeared.  No one alive knew the story of how his sword came into being, but it was literally an extension of himself.  Alive with his magenta flame, he merely had to point it, and with a destination or name in mind, the sword would lead him.  And it was directly the center of the forest that his sword led him.  The sight of Di Juns Purple robes flying about his body, with his waist length white hair picked up by the thrashing winds brought on by the wings of the dragons flying overhead, was a magnificent sight to see and with his flaming magenta energy throbbing about his body, many eyes shifted momentarily to stare in awe.