Chapter 394

Martial Uncle, be careful!

In the Western Qi great camp, Yang Jian and Nezha simultaneously guarded in front of Jiang Ziya.

The next moment, a bolt of light swooped onto the great camp's case table.

The people in the camp stared and discovered it was actually the head of Qiliyasi, and at this moment, under the protection of an unknown force, it was thrown straight onto Jiang Ziya's commander's desk.

Wandering Biyou Palace, Mu Yi pays respects!

Qiliyasi's head actually opened its mouth and made a sound, and then the next moment, the head exploded, spraying fragments throughout the camp.

Report, the vanguard Qiliyasi was slain in one move by the Shang general Mu Yi!

At this moment, the messenger's news barely reached the great camp.

Jiang Ziya waved his hand, his face sank like water, showing no ripple, only a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes; the Sect of the Cutting's talented ones emerged endlessly, making this commander of the three armies quite troubled.

Fortunately, Ji Fa somehow recruited so many extraordinary people, which allowed the army to run smoothly for a while, causing the Shang to raise the ceasefire flag high.

But now, the Shang's talented ones have come; I'm afraid it will be another hard battle.

Just as Jiang Ziya was thinking, another messenger came to report.

Report, the Shang general Mu Yi has consecutively slain several of our vanguards!

In the tent, many people's faces slightly changed; being selected as vanguard, they naturally aren't weak; the various Legend squads participating in this campaign have roughly equal strength.

And yet, in just a moment, a Legend vanguard squad was wiped out like that, leaving them no choice but to be cautious.

Before participating in the campaign, they certainly hadn't forgotten that scarlet reminder.

But what Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya gave is really too much.

Furthermore, among them are people from Jiuzhou; they swiftly believe their destiny lies in Western Qi, so they naturally choose the Western Qi camp unanimously.

Some who had chosen the Shang camp, under persuasion, consequently surrendered to Western Qi and began to attack the Shang.

At this moment, they couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the Jiuzhou Zongwang Player who persuaded them.

I haven't even heard of this Mu Yi, said a strategist with a feather fan and silk headband, frowning in the team channel.

The Sect of the Cutting claims myriad immortals pay homage; there must be many unrecorded immortals. Our intervention has altered the pace of Western Qi's campaign against the Shang, likely causing a variable!

What can be calculated?

If it can't be calculated, it's probably not an important role; just wait and see. Besides, with those two war gods present, ordinary immortals couldn't possibly be their opponents!

Everyone, who wishes to step forward and slay this heaven-defying wretch!

Jiang Ziya sat in the main seat, speaking with an indifferent expression; whether it was the vanguard squad killing Shang people, or Shang people killing these talented ones, to him it didn't matter, as long as enough died to fill the Investiture of the Gods list.

Whether the dead are from the Sect of the Cutting or these talented ones, he doesn't care at all, as long as the dead aren't him.

Just as his words fell, an iron-armored heavy warrior stepped out from within the camp.

I, the subordinate general Kaelterlan, am willing to go!

Jiang Ziya glanced at Yang Jian and Nezha; the two nodded at him.

They had verified this heavy warrior's strength; his body was extraordinarily strong, and he also had the power to wipe out a Legend squad.

Good, if you can slay the enemy commander, I will surely record a merit for you!

However, when the heavy warrior went into battle, after only the time to finish a cup of tea, the messenger returned.

Report, General Kaelterlan was killed by the enemy commander with a single strike!

At that moment, Yang Jian and Nezha's eyes both flashed with a sharp light, the expression of having met a worthy opponent.

What?

Jiang Ziya felt a bit dazed; he himself cultivated the Dao, naturally knowing that the outgoing Kaelterlan could be called a general, yet the result was that he was slain in a single round by the enemy.

Unpleasant memories swirled in his mind; could it be another formidable enemy like the Four Generals of the Mo family?

Who wishes to go out and slay Mu Yi to avenge past shame!

This poor monk wishes to go! said a bald monk as he stood up.

Jiang Ziya nodded; although this monk's fame is not prominent, he is a high monk of the Western Sect, having previously solved many troubles for them and helped the army quell the plague; now willing to go into battle, it's naturally the best.

However, facing the high monk, he naturally changed his wording.

Please, Venerable Monk, use your power to convert this person!

Meanwhile, standing on the battlefield, Mu Yi was waiting for his next opponent.

The heavy warrior's strength was merely that of an ordinary demigod; although his body was strong, it was not indestructible, so Mu Yi naturally cut off his vitality with a single blow.

Mu Yi raised his head to look toward the Western Qi great camp, feeling some anticipation; in this world, demigods are already the pinnacle, and with his single strike slaying an ordinary demigod, Western Qi will surely not send anyone else to die.

Will the next one be Yang Jian or Nezha?

Mu Yi greatly looks forward to crossing blades with those renowned war gods of the Heavenly Court; frankly, Yang Jian and Nezha, though they are third-generation disciples of the Jade Void Palace, without using their magical treasures, their strength is basically no different from that of the Twelve Golden Immortals and Yun Zhongzi, these second-generation disciples.

Mu Yi wants to see just how far he can go in this low-tier Investiture of the Gods world.

Here I come!

A beam of Buddha light shot out from within West Qi, the pressure that came rushing at him invigorated Mu Yi; whoever came was definitely a strong expert.

"I am the poor monk, Great Strength Arrived of the Western Teaching; greetings, fellow Daoist!"

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, which renowned mountain do you cultivate on? Where is your abode?"

Only to see before him, golden light blazed forth, countless golden lotuses blooming one after another, Buddhist chants resounded loudly, and in the air faintly appeared the silhouettes of countless monks.

Mu Yi nodded slightly; Great Strength Arrived, the future Great Strength Bodhisattva, who stands alongside Manjusri and Samantabhadra, etc. —in other words, this is an opponent of the level of the Twelve Golden Immortals, just to his liking.

"You monk, if you want to fight then fight; why put on such a hypocritical act!"

Mu Yi laughed loudly, directly raised his blade and chopped down at the head; Great Strength Hastily sent out a relic.

The relic turned into a beam of white light, directly rushing toward Mu Yi's blade.

I don't know what kind of treasure it is, but it violently sent Mu Yi flying.

Mu Yi flicked his sleeve, releasing a rolling sea of blood; although it seemed boundless, it tightly enveloped the surroundings of the two combatants.

At this moment Mu Yi's battle intent soared, the blood sea raged wildly, the Asura warriors stood in layers, just like an army charging forward, like a stormy wave sweeping toward Dashizhi.

Namo Amitabha, the Buddha's relic is here—how dare you act insolently!

Behind Dashizhi, Buddhist light blazed forth; the relic also emitted a myriad-zhang Buddhist radiance, and the Sanskrit chant thundered like a clap of thunder within the blood sea.

The originally raging blood sea was actually purified by this blood sea; even those Asura warriors fierce with killing intent, under the illumination of the Buddhist light, began to lay down their weapons.

Mu Yi stood upon the calm blood sea, his face unusually tranquil; even as the Sanskrit chant echoed in his ears, he was utterly unaffected.

In Fengshen, the most troublesome things are these magical treasures!

Mu Yi narrowed his eyes at the relic treasure hanging in midair, which Dashizhi called the Buddha's relic. Needless to say, this item is indeed formidable—it can even purify the Asura warriors forged from killing intent, hatred, and battle intent drawn from the sentient beings' cycle of rebirth.

Fellow Daoist, you have an affinity with my Western Paradise—why not come with me to the Land of Ultimate Bliss?

Dashizhi surveyed the Asura warriors, his face showing considerable delight; the Western teachings are currently lacking followers, and upon suddenly seeing a suitable adept for Buddhist practice, he was naturally overjoyed.

You'd better win first before talking!

Mu Yi also couldn't be bothered to say more; he unleashed his Inner Qi fully, and the Great Summer Dragon Sparrow Sword slashed three times in succession, each strike fiercer than the last.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, this is a relic bestowed by the Buddha..." Dashizhi hadn't finished laughing when he saw the relic, which had been shining brightly, suddenly dim.

"Such magical treasures aren't yours to play with—better not bring them out!" Mu Yi snorted twice, continually toying with the relic in his hand.

What a fine thing—only when it landed in his hand did he realize how truly excellent it was.

Its quality, compared to the swords and blades in his hand, was only superior, never inferior.

The three strikes he just delivered were not aimed at the relic itself, but at the link between Dashizhi and the relic; the Severing Dao can sever all things, and on the foundation of severing all things it also sublimates—this is also the future that the Sect Leader of the Way of Heaven once demonstrated before Mu Yi.

Although Mu Yi hasn't fully mastered it, he has already grasped a hint of its true essence.

Magical treasures are troublesome—then deal with the person who uses them.

If this relic truly belonged to Dashizhi himself, it wouldn't be so easy to handle; unfortunately it isn't his, so he can only perform a simple ritual refinement.

You wicked wretch, how dare you!

Seeing Mu Yi store the relic, Dashizhi grew anxious, his magical power fully unleashed; a Buddhist-light dragon in his pair of palms slapped toward Dashizhi.

However, having lost the relic's protection, the blood sea instantly engulfed Dashizhi; countless evil ghosts of the hungry ghost realm surged along the blood sea toward Dashizhi, frenziedly tearing at his Buddhist light.

Dashizhi kept launching frenzied attacks, yet he could never break through the boundless blood sea.

Within a short moment, he was submerged by the evil ghosts, his magical power utterly exhausted.

Mu Yi didn't actually kill Dashizhi either; he feared that if he reached out and chopped Dashizhi down with a single blow, the next moment the Bodhisattvas Juntei and Jieyin would come to ferry him into Buddhism.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and the like are still manageable—their projections across worlds are not entirely unique; only upon ascension or death do they merge into the main entity of Jiuzhou, a process also called undergoing tribulation.

But these great beings are existences above the Emperor Lord; they are unique throughout the realms of Jiuzhou. Duobao Daoist has already proven to him what extent a great being linked to the true form can achieve.

He certainly didn't want to be subdued in a single move by such a great being.

"Someone, hang him on the flagpole for me!"

Mu Yi thought it over and had the soldiers of the Great Shang hang him on the flagpole.

"Listen, troops of the opposing Xiqi army—you must swiftly emerge from camp and surrender, or bear the consequences!" Mu Yi roared at the Xiqi camp.

"Report!" Before the messenger even arrived, everyone in Xiqi already knew the battle situation; from Mu Yi's unrestrained shout, everyone knew he had won.

"The high monk Dashizhi has been defeated by the enemy general, hung on the gate's flagpole—his life or death unknown!" the messenger said, face full of fear.

Both sides consciously controlled the power of Mu Yi and Dashizhi's magical duel, yet the residual waves still made these soldiers feel fearful.

Especially the overwhelming momentum of the boundless blood sea made everyone in the camp feel waves of discomfort, let alone these soldiers.

Everyone in the camp felt somewhat surprised; Dashizhi was undoubtedly one of the top experts in the Xiqi camp, yet he was defeated by Mu Yi so quickly.

Everyone realized that this incoming opponent was absolutely more troublesome than the previous Four Generals of the Demon Clan.

"I, the junior officer, request to fight!" At this moment, Nezha and Yang Jian both requested to fight from within the camp.

Jiang Ziya hesitated a moment, then hesitated again and shook his head.

"The enemy general is fierce; now that Jinzha and Muzha are absent, the situation is unclear—let's first raise a truce flag!"

"Yang Jian, for tonight go on a night reconnaissance to see if you can rescue the high monk!"

Seeing the Xiqi camp raise a truce flag, the Yin Shang side naturally erupted in jubilation; the low morale of many days instantly lifted.

"Master Uncle's divine might, I, Wen Zhong, am in awe!"

After returning to the camp, Wen Zhong wore an expression of deep admiration; with his heavenly eye, he naturally saw clearly how Dashizhi had been defeated.

Beforehand he had still doubted Mu Yi's strength, but now he had no such doubts whatsoever, sighing that Mu Yi truly deserved to be a master comparable to the second-generation disciples.

"Xiqi has raised a high truce flag—what should we do next?" Mu Yi asked, waving his hand.

"Once morale is restored, after I drill the troops a bit, I'll send a challenge letter to Jiang Ziya; we'll battle in three days!"

"If needed, just call me!"

Mu Yi became interested, after all Jiang Ziya is famed as the ancestor of Military Strategists; for Wen Zhong to be able to fight him is certainly out of the ordinary, perhaps it could inspire him.

"The art of marching and warfare—I am quite interested in it; may I have a look?"

"What the Master Uncle said is nowhere near correct; please, Master Uncle, point out my errors!"

Wen Zhong laughed heartily twice; perhaps his cultivation isn't that strong, but regarding marching and warfare he still possesses absolute confidence.

Afterward, Wen Zhong began drilling the army to restore morale.

Only see the camp arranged north and south with dragon and tiger, the formation laid out east and west according to wood and metal. The sentry hands add killing intent, the tiger-wolf majesty rises like campaign clouds. The oblique-horses are neat and orderly, the precious banners roll up mighty wind. Before the formation, junior officers wear golden armor, the spear-bearing lads hang embroidered skirts. The vanguard officers are like fierce tigers, the assistant officers are fierce as leopard-bears. The camp's fixed cannons shatter heaven and earth, the urging drums roar like thunder. By day, comings and goings follow regulation; by night, the arrow shifts change. All because the Grand Tutor has set up the camp's stockade—birds dare not fly overhead.

Mu Yi stared, unblinking; Wen Zhong truly deserves to be the Grand Tutor of Yin Shang—according to Mu Yi's observation, his military talent ought to have already approached the level of a war god.

The Great Army Cloud is strong and domineering; as the Cloud Energy flows, its power is fully displayed.

Even Jiang Ziya over in the opposing Xiqi camp wore a look of astonishment.

"Grand Tutor Wen usually has commander's talent; now seeing such thorough training, people say his learning has not yet been exhausted."

"The Chancellor need not worry; the Four Generals of the Demon Clan back then were nothing like this—we, having received the Mandate of Heaven above and responding to the people below, are bound to win without doubt!" said Huang Feihu from the side.

"Although that is so, the people are not at peace, the army encounters bitter war, the commanders weary their horses and chariots—none of these are signs of tranquility and prosperity." Jiang Ziya shook his head.

Let's go, summon the generals, discuss plans to repel the enemy; the tactic of undermining morale before battle has already failed, we may have to truly fight them.

Just as Jiang Ziya was gathering the generals to discuss, a messenger arrived to report: "Report, Chancellor, an emissary from the Grand Tutor has delivered a document!"

"Let him in!" Jiang Ziya ordered.

Jiang Ziya finished reading Wen Zhong's challenge letter, neither angry nor refuting, merely looked at the messenger and asked.

"What is your name, general?"

"I am the subordinate general Deng Zhong." The messenger was indeed the Grand Tutor's subordinate General Deng Zhong.

"General Deng, return to camp, pay respects to the Grand Tutor, reply to the original letter, and three days later we will mobilize troops for a battle in the field."

As soon as the challenge letter was issued, both sides immediately entered a state of war readiness; a solemn killing intent filled the battlefield, and everyone could feel that tension.