By the time he reacted, he was already sprinting across the earth.

The battle boots were shattered in the tearing Jin Qi, his bare feet stepping on the ground.

His blood surged, just like when he was a young, impoverished cattle herder, stepping on the soft earth, roaring, his blood racing. He looked at the banners, finally charging straight under the three great banners of [Qin], [Ying], and [Chen].

With all his might, even in a battle like charging to his death, he wanted to injure the opponent, even if it meant a desperate fight, even if it meant shattering his Dharma Form, burning his Qi Fortune, he wanted to drag them together into the Abyss Purgatory.

The Dharma Form of the Great Khan merged with Qi Fortune, and in heaven and earth, stormy clouds rose.

An unprecedentedly gigantic Dharma Form roared upwards, the clouds above shattered, forming layer upon layer of vortices, surging upward, as if against the backdrop of these rich clouds, the originally stirring Qi Fortune anomaly became visible to the naked eye.

Beneath [Ying]’s banner, the gigantic Divine General Dharma Form clad in Golden Armor surged up, surrounded by traces of an Azure Dragon, powerful, solemn, unrivaled.

Beneath [Qin]’s banner, Dragons and Tigers roared, vaguely with a tendency to converge into a Divine Dragon, carrying the resolve to tear apart the chaotic world.

Beneath [Chen]’s banner, an inky black one-horned dragon spiraled, cold and tyrannical, yet still struggling out of the abyss, carrying an indescribable fury.

The sky flipped, Gray Wolves raced with Dragons, beneath the great banners, three dragons gathered, murmuring and roaring, this scene was almost despairing but also grand. The Great Khan laughed loudly, raised his Divine Weapon, revealing his chest, yet also gathering momentum, slashing down with all his might.

He offered his life to the steppe, combining the Qi Fortune of the steppe with his Dharma Form, and then completely transforming into a fierce move, intending to take these three dragons with him.

The bowstring’s whistle was faint.

Like the wind whispering a flower goodbye.

A gleaming arrow streaked across the sky like a flowing light, then accurately pierced into the Great Khan’s back, at that moment, the Dharma Form that had gathered all his strength paused—an aware general fighting with all his might would naturally not guard against his back.

Li Guanyi lifted his gaze and saw on the peak of one of the Five Great Lotus Pond Volcanoes, a tall man in armor, holding Divine Skill in his hand, a wine jug hanging at his waist.

Li Guanyi had never met him, but instantly realized who he was.

The World’s First Divine Shooter, one of the top five renowned generals, Gao Xiang.

Just this one arrow, spanning the vast distance, pierced through the combination of the Great Khan’s Dharma Form and Qi Fortune, scattering Qi Fortune like dust. The Great Khan was stupefied, trying still to fight with all his might, but in the next moment, he heard the weapon breaking through the air.

A battle halberd, a long spear.

The two strongest Divine Generals of the time attacked almost simultaneously.

Their weapons, intersecting, shattered the Great Khan’s Divine Weapon.

Then, from left and right, they simultaneously pierced through the Great Khan’s chest, tore through the armor, and emerged from his broad back, the blade edge first snow-white, then instantly stained crimson.

The banners of Qin and Ying rolled, like a dream from which one can never awaken.

Li Guanyi and Jiang Su stood almost side by side.

The two of them, acting simultaneously, not for humiliation, but simply at the end, for a farewell to the enemy general.

Jiuli Warlord.

Divine Gun Silence.

The Great Khan felt the tearing in his chest; he wanted to continue forward but ultimately couldn’t. The two weapons pierced through him, and the Great Khan felt his strength, flowing out with the blood, gradually fade, his vision dimming.

He murmured: "What a pity, what a pity... still couldn’t, succeed."

"Central Plains Divine Generals, your military tactics truly are distasteful."

"The age-old enmity between the steppe and the Central Plains, does it end here?"

"Truly, what a plight..."

The Prince Qin calmly said: "The common folk of the steppe will live on; after the era of Taiping, on this land, new lives will still emerge, only, they no longer need to slaughter one another."

The Great Khan raised his hands, gripping the two Divine Weapons, then slowly stood upright:

"Taiping, such a dream, it’s almost like nonsense, as long as there are people in the world, there will be disputes; as long as there are disputes, there will be conflicts; there will be swords and weapons; there will be wars."

"The Central Plains have yet to truly unite."

"How could there be a Taiping age of unification of the world?"

"Prince Qin, at your age, do you still dream?"

The wind whispered by his ears, the blood flowing out, hissing like a sound echoing directly in his heart, like the wind rushing against him as a young man, poor, riding across the steppes, the Great Khan’s vision slowly fell into darkness: "Only..."

"Ten years from now, will flowers still bloom here? Ah..."

"Taiping, it’s also, not bad."

"Just, show me... the Taiping you speak of."

The Great Khan’s strength suddenly surged, almost causing the two Divine Weapons to tremble violently, making Li Guanyi and Jiang Su feel the sudden surge of strength. Both instinctively responded, driving their weapons to pierce through the Great Khan more thoroughly.

The latter seemed to lose his final strength, falling heavily. The first Divine General in five hundred years of the Turkic, who rose from a cattle herding herdsman to the Great Khan unifying the steppes, eventually fell in battle.

Died under the all-out siege of the Central Plains.

Died from the combined efforts of the World’s Number One Divine General and the World’s Second Divine General.

Divine Gun Silence, Jiuli Warlord pierced into the Great Khan’s body, yet seemingly propped it up as well. The Turkic Khan died under this destined siege, the prologue of the war for unification of the world, the Central Plains’ external conquest, fell.

And at this moment, Prince Qin and the military god, these Divine Generals stood almost side by side.

Simultaneously gripping their weapons, their gaze fell upon each other.

A sinister killing intent, fiercely rose.