The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 428 The Young Singer's Journey 97

Even if they were ultimately defeated in the war against Beili, it would only mean ceding territory and paying reparations.

By paying some reparations, the foundation of the nation remains intact, and he will still have a chance to make a comeback.

Therefore, in the past few days, Wu Qinghuan has been praying constantly that Xiao Yu dies in heaven.

However, reality was destined to disappoint him.

Before the clouds in the sky gradually turned red and purple, an unprecedentedly sharp sword aura suddenly ripped through the sky, like a dragon roaring to the heavens, its sharpness dazzling.

Its power is so vast that it seems capable of splitting the void and tearing the entire world to pieces.

Before everyone could recover from the shock of that sharp sword energy, a hideous and terrifying rift suddenly opened up in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, bright red blood was swept up by the gale and poured down.

At the same time, one after another "immortal" corpse, like a dense meteorite, relentlessly fell from that opening, crashing heavily to the ground and shattering into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, it piled up into a shocking little mountain, making people's scalps tingle.

"hiss--"

Upon seeing this scene, Nangong Chunshui gasped, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember when he had seen it before.

As the last corpse fell, Xiao Yu, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, gracefully descended from the crevice, landing lightly on the mountain peak formed by the blood and flesh of countless 'immortals,' like a war god descending to earth, both ruthless and lonely.

At the same time, the various strange phenomena in the sky seemed to sense the end of the war, and gradually disappeared, revealing the long-lost azure sky.

A red sun slowly rose in the east, like a giant who had been asleep for ten days finally opening his sleepy eyes.

The first rays of morning sunlight gently fell upon Xiao Yu, bathing him in a golden glow that made him appear dazzling, like a hero straight out of mythology.

Although his clothes were now soaked in blood, making it difficult to recognize their original color, the ten days of continuous fighting had left him physically and mentally exhausted and his face haggard. However, this fatigue and dishevelment did not diminish his brilliance in the eyes of others.

He remained the focus of everyone's attention, the center of all gazes, filled with awe and anticipation.

Everyone in Beili looked at him with fervent and reverent eyes, their blood boiling, as if they were anticipating a certain moment.

Xiao Yu closed his eyes and stood quietly for a moment. Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly opened his eyes, raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword flashing cold light, pointing directly at the direction of the Southern Manual.

Silence speaks louder than words.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!!!"

Everyone in Beili, whether they were martial artists or soldiers, roared with excitement, as if they wanted to release their long-suppressed emotions at this moment.

Then, as if driven by a mysterious force, they charged almost frantically in the direction Xiao Yu's longsword was pointing.

Tireless, fearless of death, only knowing how to launch a frenzied attack.

Faced with the unstoppable Northern Li army, the Southern Jue soldiers were terrified, their eyes filled with despair, and they couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Thus, the battlefield, which had been silent for ten days, erupted once again, with flames raging and smoke billowing everywhere.

The sounds of fighting and screams rose and fell, intertwining and finally echoing through the sky.

This war was less a battle between two countries and more a one-sided massacre carried out by the Northern Li against the Southern Jue.

Xiao Yu stood there, his feet resting on the bones of thousands of 'immortals,' looking down at the battlefield below.

Wu Qinghuan never expected that Xiao Yu would actually be able to return successfully.

And once back in the human world, he ruthlessly turned his attention to Nan Jue.

An intense fear and despair surged uncontrollably within him, and his mind screamed with one thought: to escape this hellish scene as quickly as possible.

However, reality, like cold iron chains, tightly bound his steps.

Neither the people of Bei Li nor Nan Jue will let him go easily.

Because he was the instigator of this calamity caused by the descent of an 'immortal,' everyone in the world who knew about it wanted to kill him to vent their anger.

The people of Nanjue regarded him as a hot potato and wanted to push him out to quell the anger of the world.

So in the past ten days, although no one laid a hand on Wu Qinghuan, no one was willing to let him leave either.

He was like a caged beast, left on this battlefield for ten long days.

Until Xiao Yu returned and pointed that cold, ruthless blade at Nan Jue.

Wu Qinghuan's fate finally met with the cruelest verdict.

Just as the battle was raging on the battlefield, Wuxin rushed anxiously to Xiao Yu's side.

Seeing him standing there silently, her heart skipped a beat, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. She hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, her voice choked with emotion, "Brother, are you alright?"

Xiao Yu didn't turn around, but replied in his slightly hoarse voice, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Then, she asked softly, "Where's the medicine I gave you before?"

Wuxin hurriedly pulled out a delicate little porcelain bottle from his pocket and nervously replied, "I've always carried it with me and haven't dared to leave it behind."

Xiao Yu wanted to reach out and take it, but he was too weak and could only say helplessly, "Then feed me one."

Wuxin seemed to suddenly realize something, her eyes instantly reddening and tears welling up. She hurriedly poured a red pill from the porcelain bottle and carefully fed it to Xiao Yu.

This medicine was prepared by Xiao Yu beforehand; after taking it, it can quickly heal injuries and replenish physical strength.

He originally intended to find a suitable opportunity to eliminate those demons in the sky, but he did not expect that day to come so suddenly.

However, the outcome was ultimately good, and it gave him a sense of relief.

"Afterwards, I will be in a deep sleep for a while, but don't worry, this is a normal part of the recovery process. I will wake up in five days at most," Xiao Yu said softly.

Wuxin nodded, a hint of worry still in her eyes, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you badly injured?"

Otherwise, with the powerful physique of the Divine Realm, as long as the injury is not fatal, it will recover quickly.

Xiao Yu chuckled softly: "Fortunately, the injury isn't too serious, but I need some time to regulate my internal energy."

Having learned from his previous life, he saved a lot of effort in this life, and his condition was much better than in his previous life. At least he lived longer than in his previous life, and he didn't turn into an old man immediately after being born.