“Hyah!”
The earth trembled as warhorses galloped, banners fluttering in the wind.
On the crimson command flag, a black character “Sheng” with golden embroidery flapped fiercely, while another flag bore the character “Qin.”
This was the army of Qin Lin, stationed at Gemu Town.
Upon receiving Wesley Hu’s letter, Qin Lin led his army to join forces with Wesley Hu and Harrison Zhou.
The combined forces were naturally preparing for a decisive battle against the Hu Jie.
The River West Army excelled at large-scale battles.
“General Qin!” Wesley Hu and Harrison Zhou cupped their fists in greeting.
“General Hu, General Zhou!” Qin Lin returned the gesture.
“Has the general arrived?” Qin Lin inquired, noticing that Qimen Town had already seen a skirmish.
“Should be soon!”
Eighty thousand troops gathered and stationed at Qimen Town, causing the ordinary residents to flee in terror, seeking refuge from the impending war.
The entire Qimen Town was shrouded in a martial aura, with war banners blotting out the sky.
After probing the defenses, the Hu Jie vanguard retreated to the mountains.
“Gegemu, what is the strength and combat capability of the Wei army?” asked Giwadeji, the Hu Jie vanguard commander.
“Reporting to the general, the Wei army is formidable. My scouts report that Qimen Town is defended by fifty thousand Wei troops. I led ten thousand warriors to test their strength, and over eight thousand perished, with fewer than two thousand returning,” Gegemu replied.
“Hmm?”
Giwadeji frowned. Over eight thousand tribal warriors lost in just a probing attack?
The casualties were too high. Could the Wei army be this powerful? No wonder Amo Zhi, with his three hundred thousand troops, was defeated by the Wei.
“Let’s wait for the main force to arrive before launching an attack on the Wei,” Giwadeji decided, having gauged the strength of the Wei army.
Wesley Hu’s subordinates were Oliver Sheng’s loyal troops, well-supplied with cultivation resources and trained in the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique. Even the weakest among them were late-stage Martial Disciples.
When they formed the Mandarin Duck Battle Formation, it was a massacre against the Hu Jie infantry.
Without the main force, Giwadeji dared not launch a reckless attack.
By dusk, Oliver Sheng led Chi Tiansheng’s heavy cavalry, Felix Wu’s unit, and Xiao Chuyi’s unit, totaling twenty-three thousand men, to Qimen Town.
“General!”
“Welcome, General!”
With Oliver Sheng’s arrival, Wesley Hu, Harrison Zhou, and the others felt their anxious hearts settle.
They feared a strong Hu Jie force might launch a fierce attack.
After all, Wesley Hu and Harrison Zhou were only mid-stage Innate cultivators, with Qin Lin being the sole early-stage Grandmaster.
Their high-end combat power was indeed lacking.
“What’s the situation?” Oliver Sheng inquired.
“Reporting to the general, the Hu Jie army probed our defenses today but was repelled. I suspect their main force has yet to arrive,” Wesley Hu replied.
Oliver Sheng nodded. “Stay vigilant and prepare for battle.”
“Yes, General!”
Qimen Town was now home to over a hundred thousand Great Wei troops.
On the plateau, three hundred thousand Hu Jie troops were descending towards Qimen Town.
By noon the next day, the massive Hu Jie army arrived.
Giwadeji hurried to greet them.
“Greetings, Ancestor, greetings, King.”
“What’s the situation?” A Tianji asked in a deep voice.
As the leader of the Hu Jie tribe, A Tianji had no desire to wage war against Great Wei.
However, his grandfather, Adokan, the true leader and strongest warrior of the Hu Jie tribe, sought revenge for his useless brother.
“Reporting to the King, the Wei army is gathered at Qimen Town, guarding the pass.”
“How many Wei troops are there, and what is their strength?” A Tianji continued to ask.
“The Wei army numbers around a hundred thousand. The strength of their elite is unknown,” Giwadeji replied.
“Unknown?” A Tianji frowned.
How could they fight without knowing the enemy’s exact strength?
“A Tianji, enough. With me here, what are you afraid of?” Adokan interjected, displeased with A Tianji’s caution, which he saw as cowardice.
“All soldiers, heed my command. March forward, crush Qimen Town, and annihilate the Wei army,” Adokan ordered.
A Tianji could not defy his grandfather and had to comply.
He couldn’t understand why his grandfather favored his useless brother so much.
Not only did he waste vast resources to elevate him to Great Grandmaster at Great Perfection, but he also gave him three hundred thousand troops to conquer Zhangye and proclaim himself king.
Sometimes, looking at his brother Amo Zhi’s face, he felt an inexplicable resemblance to his grandfather.
Three hundred thousand Hu Jie troops marched out of the mountains, heading towards Qimen Town.
Seeing the massive Hu Jie army approaching, Oliver Sheng had already ordered his troops to form battle lines.
The Hu Jie army had a hundred thousand cavalry in the front and two hundred thousand infantry behind.
Adokan, observing Oliver Sheng, the Wei army’s commander, sensed that his opponent was only an early-stage Great Grandmaster and frowned.
How could an early-stage Great Grandmaster have killed Amo Zhi?
Oliver Sheng, on the other hand, was assessing Adokan, who was at mid-stage Martial Saint.
Was this the strongest warrior of the Hu Jie plateau?
With just mid-stage Martial Saint cultivation, Adokan couldn’t possibly see through Oliver Sheng’s true strength.
Given the vast difference in power.
Sensing no strong opponents among the Wei army, Adokan didn’t hesitate and ordered a charge.
“Warriors of the tribe, raise your weapons, ignite your blood, charge, and crush the enemy.”
With a command, the Hu Jie army roared and charged.
“Kill!!”
“Crush them!!”
“Victory!!”
The Hu Jie army’s charge was overwhelming, shaking the earth with their three hundred thousand strong force.
Seeing the Hu Jie army begin their charge, Oliver Sheng’s troops remained calm, awaiting his command.
Oliver Sheng raised his hand, and instantly, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Seeing the sudden change in weather, the charging Hu Jie army was momentarily stunned, looking up at the dark clouds forming above.
“Boom!!”
A thunderous roar echoed as purple-red lightning filled the stormy sky.
Adokan sensed the change in the heavens, the aura of Daoist magic permeating the air.
“Daoist magic?!”
Could there be a supreme Daoist expert among the Wei army?
“Lightning, strike!”
Oliver Sheng’s voice softly uttered two words.
The next moment, a massive purple lightning bolt descended from the storm clouds, striking directly at Adokan, the Hu Jie Martial Saint.
Boom!!
A deafening explosion reverberated through the air.
The charging Hu Jie warhorses were startled, and the Hu Jie cavalry struggled to control their frightened mounts.
Seeing the enormous lightning bolt coming at him, Adokan knew it was Daoist lightning magic, targeting him.
Buzz!
A blood-red light shone from his body, enveloping him in a protective aura of True Essence.
“Ha!”
Adokan leaped into the air, punching towards the lightning bolt.
A mere lightning spell, and it thought to harm him?
Under the watchful eyes of the Hu Jie Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, their Ancestor bravely faced the lightning bolt.
Confident in their Ancestor’s invincibility, the Hu Jie warriors anticipated a display of his might against the formidable enemy.
Boom!!
“Ah!!”
The next moment, a scream echoed from the sky.
Before countless eyes, the Hu Jie Ancestor Adokan was torn apart by the lightning bolt, his body exploding into pieces.
Scarlet blood rained from the sky.
“No!!”
The Hu Jie elites were in disbelief, staring at their Ancestor’s shattered body.
Their Ancestor, a revered Martial Saint, had been killed by a single lightning bolt?
“Impossible, it’s fake, all fake,” A Tianji muttered, dazed. His grandfather, dead?
A Martial Saint, killed by a lightning bolt?!
The charging Hu Jie army was stunned. How could their invincible Ancestor die like this?
It had to be an illusion, a trick by the Wei.
“General’s might!!”
Wesley Hu and the others, witnessing this scene, shouted in excitement.
A Martial Saint, easily killed by Oliver Sheng’s divine lightning.
That divine lightning could even harm a Great Perfection Martial Saint, and that Hu Jie Martial Saint had charged straight into it.
Oliver Sheng could only say, truly brave!!
“Boom!!”
Oliver Sheng raised his hand again, and dozens of lightning bolts struck down, targeting the Hu Jie Grandmasters and above.
In the sky, the storm clouds roiled, sending lightning bolts like dragons towards A Tianji and the others.
“Not good!!”
The Hu Jie elites were filled with terror, realizing the lightning was aimed at them.
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