Chapter 459: Clay Chickens and Pottery Dogs!

Thirty thousand true battle-ready soldiers, even in the Great Xia Dynasty, is not a small number.

Even if only half of them are soldiers who can eat their fill, and then only half of those soldiers are household-level troops with long-term training and armor.

It is still an incredible number in the Great Xia of this time.

Do not be fooled by storybooks that casually mention armies of tens or hundreds of thousands.

On the surface, the major camps everywhere also frequently claim troop numbers in the tens of thousands.

But those accustomed to war all know that the vast majority of these are just padding who only know how to wave flags and shout.

Those who truly dare to fight and kill are always the minority of the minority; if these few elites are gone, no matter how many people remain, they are just trash who will be driven away like ducks.

Among the tens of thousands of roving bandits capable of ravaging several prefectures, those truly difficult to deal with and capable of fighting would not exceed a thousand cavalry.

And the armies led by famous generals who chase them everywhere rely on at most no more than five hundred mounted household troops.

"This rain is too heavy, isn't it?"

A torrential rain or a heavy snow are both sources that can cause chaos in an army.

Having learned that Su Juxia broke the Prefecture alone and killed the Sima Prefect, no one dared to harbor any contempt.

He stopped sleeping, took his personal guards to suppress the situation everywhere, and had the officers of each unit take action.

His pupils could not help but gradually widen.

Then, as the thunder sounded, the torrential rain came pouring down.

He was much calmer.

And the timing of the heavens is also a major problem.

Another bolt of thunder tore through the darkness, illuminating most of the sky as if it were daylight.

The Exterminating Demon Army did not enter the city; after disembarking from the ships, they chose to set up camp outside the city.

This torrential rain made the General's expression turn ugly.

This long whistle immediately caused the three Grandmasters and a large number of martial artists to rush out upon hearing the news.

The ranked martial artists were also somewhat uncomfortable with the torrential rain, but overall it was not a problem.

They prepared to rest well, and after recharging their energy, they would deal with that Su Juxia with the force of a thunderbolt.

That martial artist's face turned deathly pale, and after his body paused, he could not help but shout out loud:

"It's that demon!"

Since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, the most famous general with the most kills and the greatest reputation has never broken five digits in the number of heads harvested in a lifetime of campaigning.

In marching and fighting, eating, drinking, and relieving oneself are all problems; the more people there are, the bigger the problems.

This bolt of thunder made several martial artists unable to help but walk out of their tents, braving the rain to look at the sky.

This is also one of the reasons why real warfare rarely involves crowding thousands or tens of thousands of people together.

Boom!

Another bolt of thunder flashed by.

Boom!

The General He Gui had just arranged the various chores in the camp and felt mentally exhausted, sighing to himself that with his own abilities, trying to manage thirty thousand battle-ready soldiers was still a bit of a stretch.

"It shouldn't delay our subsequent plans."

Once something goes wrong with this force.

Just as he was planning to go back to meditate and cultivate, this General heard a thunderous roar from the sky.

The General He Gui and his personal guards also heard this long whistle and looked at Su Juxia, who was galloping over under the lightning.

These thirty thousand battle-ready soldiers drawn from various places.

"It's not strange; the weather in Tongzhou at this time of year is just like this. Don't worry, the torrential rain comes and goes quickly."

A powerful physique ensures that martial artists will not catch a cold, fall ill, or even lose their lives even if they are drenched in torrential rain.

In the eyes of those who care, this is already most of the mobile force that the entire dynasty and the royal family can mobilize in a short time.

Ten miles outside the Prefecture of Tongzhou.

Then, this martial artist suddenly let out an "eh."

Likewise, in a great battle where thousands to tens of thousands are beheaded, it is good if even one percent of them are truly elite.

Whether it was the General He Gui who led the troops or the few Grandmasters who led the martial artists.

The General He Gui saw that demon in the Rain Technique.

A martial artist from the local area heard this and explained.

"That demon has come to raid the camp!"

Watching him appear at the camp gate, he smashed the gate open with a single hammer and killed his way in.

Discovering that the rain was heavy, some tents on the edge of the camp and the temporarily dug ditches even began to leak.

After all, most of the kills are from pursuit, and elite soldiers and strong generals are often much faster than those auxiliary soldiers who cannot even eat their fill when fleeing.

Perhaps, everyone would not have to wait so many years to try to turn the world upside down.

Crack!

Under the heavy rain, not many soldiers were able to react.

Even if they discovered it, the soldiers in the tents facing the torrential rain were hesitating whether to rush up to kill the enemy.

And after seeing several Assistant Generals with quite a reputation in the army rush over with their household troops, only to be lying on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Although they were fully equipped, no swarm of people rushed up to surround and kill the demon.

"What a bold demon!"

"Knowing that our great army has arrived, not only did you not hide, but you actually dared to take the initiative to attack!"

"Do you really think the Great Xia Dynasty has no one!"

After Su Ping's Avatar used the Iron Bone Mace to smash more than ten cavalrymen, horse and rider alike, it dealt a massive blow to the army camp's morale.

The Grandmaster of royal descent was the first to charge out.

Behind him, the other two Grandmasters and more than ten masters cultivated by various factions also had no choice but to charge out.

Then, as these master martial artists erupted with Qi and blood, in an instant, an air shield appeared on the battlefield, blocking the torrential rain.

"As expected of the top martial artists of this world; even without a legacy, have they relied on exploration to find the path of a Body Cultivator?"

Su Ping's Avatar looked at these Grandmasters who had effectively stepped onto the path of a Body Cultivator.

He sighed in his heart, then charged forward without hesitation.

Faced with the physical bodies of Grandmasters, the Iron Bone Mace seemed somewhat insufficient.

Master martial artists could be taken down in two strikes.

But for Grandmasters, even smashing their heads more than ten times in a row only resulted in injury, not death.

Su Ping's Avatar then had no choice but to increase his strength, while simultaneously swinging the Iron Bone Mace more times with every breath.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

During the clash of Grandmaster-level fighters, the officers and soldiers on the periphery could only see countless afterimages flying back and forth in the center, and hear thunderous sounds exploding within.

It was just that... watching master martial artists constantly flying backward out of the battlefield, either severely injured and dying or already dead.

This made the expression of General He Gui increasingly ugly.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, it was their side that was constantly losing men.

This made him involuntarily look at the Crossbow Carts being pushed out.

These Crossbow Carts were war weapons forged by the best craftsmen.

Their power was immense, and in theory, they were sufficient to break through the defenses of those master martial artists.

But in practice, the hit rate was worrying, and they were not very practical.

However, before coming, the royal Grandmaster had taken the initiative to find the General and asked him to bring these war weapons.

He had mentioned that if things became impossible, he would disregard everything to operate a Magic Art to trap that Su Juxia.

Then the General could take advantage of this opportunity to fire ten thousand arrows at once and shoot that Su Motou to death!

The idea was very heroic.

It was just that none of them expected that Su Motou would choose to launch a night raid in the torrential rain.

The heavy rain and the dark night could only make the already worrying hit rate of the Crossbow Carts even worse.

Furthermore, the other prerequisite... trapping the opponent also looked Extremely Difficult Challenge to achieve!

As the last master martial artist flew backward out of the field.

Only four figures remained on the battlefield, locked in a struggle.

And after colliding together once more and immediately separating.

The four figures finally stopped turning into afterimages.

Whoosh!

The air shield vanished, and the torrential rain fell, soaking the clothes of the Grandmasters.

It also allowed the General and the others to see the miserable state of those Grandmasters at this very moment.

The three Grandmasters were all in tatters, their faces unrecognizable.

Fresh blood continuously flowed from their faces, heads, and all over their bodies, mixing with the rainwater and dripping onto the cold ground.

Pfft!

Two Grandmasters fell straight down, life or death unknown.

Only the strongest Grandmaster of royal descent remained, barely opening half an eye, looking at Su Juxia, who held the twisted Iron Bone Mace, revealing a gaze of hatred and unwillingness.

He let out a roar and took a difficult step forward.

The aura on his body seemed to undergo a new change as a certain technique was operated.

Just as it looked like this Grandmaster was about to use his trump card to push his limits.

Yet, just as he took a step and his aura changed.

He saw that Su Juxia, who looked unscathed in the field, suddenly swung the Iron Bone Mace in his hand.

The Iron Bone Mace turned into an afterimage, striking the Grandmaster's head with lightning speed.

Then, then no miracle happened.

The Grandmaster's head was smashed open directly, his body, which had been stepping forward, stopped immediately, and then he fell to the ground.

"The Grandmasters... are all dead..."

All around, those officers who knew the identities of these martial artists began to tremble in the rainy night.

General He Gui also retreated repeatedly, not even daring to let the Crossbow Carts nearby launch an attack.

Seeing that Su Motou look over, a single glance made the hair on his entire body stand on end.

Su Ping's Avatar did indeed walk over.

General He Gui seemed to have thought of something and quickly pulled a scroll of Imperial Edict from his chest:

"Lord Su Juxia, please wait a moment!"

"This official is General He Gui; this is the Emperor's Imperial Edict, willing to pardon all of your crimes, and willing to honor you as the number one Grandmaster of Great Xia!"

This Imperial Edict from General He Gui was originally a backup plan given to the General by that Yuanwu Emperor.

It was for him to secretly contact the other party after the attack failed and show it to them to express Great Xia's sincerity.

It was just that, at this very moment, General He Gui could no longer care about these things.

The number one Grandmaster in the world?

The martial artists who were still alive all widened their eyes.

This... is probably the greatest wish of countless martial artists in the Great Xia Dynasty for their entire lives, isn't it?

After Su Ping's Avatar heard this clearly, he laughed out loud.

Then, his figure moved, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside that Assistant General He Gui, reached out a hand, and snapped the other's neck, which counted as leaving the other with an intact corpse.

Then, Su Ping's Avatar swept his gaze over the rest of the army camp, who were already terrified, and left behind these words:

"I have no interest in any bullshit imperial conferment."

"Number one in the world—I will go to the Capital myself to vindicate my name!"

"With the strength of one person, I shall suppress a dynasty."

"This! This is what can be called the true number one in the world!"

After a good while, feeling the lingering voice by their ears fade away, the officers and soldiers in the army camp realized that the devil had truly left.

Countless people wept with joy.

Afterwards, they waited until the rain stopped during the day before hurriedly packing up the battlefield and returning to the Capital.

During this period, there were countless deserters, and even many battalion commanders and Assistant Generals fled with their confidants.

This also allowed the news that three great masters of the Great Xia Dynasty had fallen and that an army of thirty thousand was no match for one person to spread throughout the dynasty.

Three days later.

Su Juxia appeared at a post station nearest to the outside of the Capital.

Hundreds of experts ambushed him, only to be defeated and return.

One day later, the Capital's main camp poured out in full force, and two more great masters lurked among them, looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

As a result, in less than half a day, fast horses galloped toward the Imperial Palace.

Not long after, the nobles of the Capital all knew the news.

More than thirty military officials and two great masters had all died at the hands of the other.

As for the army, only a few hundred people fled back to the Capital.

It was not that everyone else had been killed.

It was that only those few hundred had roots in the Capital and chose to return; the rest had all become deserters.

That night, although the gates of the Capital were tightly shut, people were constantly entering and exiting the city walls.

Some people took their families and valuables to flee.

Others ran to the place where Su Juxia was resting to show all kinds of favor.

It was just that these overtures were all rejected by him.

After dawn.

Su Juxia arrived at the Capital.

He leaped directly onto the city wall and then headed all the way to the Imperial Palace.

The resistance encountered along the way was not even as good as the Prefecture back then.

It was not until he entered the Imperial Palace.

that he saw decent resistance.

However, in the eyes of Su Ping's Avatar, an army of thousands without top-tier experts was nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Boom!

The main hall of the Imperial Palace was smashed open.

Several armored guards flew in and fell heavily to the ground.

Then, Su Ping's Avatar looked at the Yuanwu Emperor sitting on the throne.

The Yuanwu Emperor suppressed the fear in his heart, looked at the approaching Su Juxia, and closed his eyes.

"No begging for mercy?"

Su Ping looked at the aged face of this Yuanwu Emperor.

This old emperor could be considered a hero of his generation.

If not for himself, and not for the invasion of the Chaos Demons.

He would have been able to leave behind a good reputation in the Red Dragon Realm.

At the very least, future emperors, regardless of their background, would bring him out to praise him whenever they wanted to accomplish something great.

Su Ping's Avatar clenched his fist and slammed it over with a sudden punch.

This punch brought with it the sound of tearing air.

Thud!

The fist was blocked by a flute.

A white-haired old Daoist wearing Daoist robes appeared beside the emperor, blocking the iron fist of Su Ping's Avatar.

This was the National Master of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Of course, his true identity was the Inspector of the Red Dragon Realm left behind by the Daoist Sect.

After becoming the National Master, this old Daoist used the excuse of traveling to disappear from the sight of the officials and the royal family.

Therefore, in times of crisis, no one thought of this old National Master.

Yet, unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this mysterious old National Master had actually returned!

"National Master! Save Great Xia!"

Opening his eyes and seeing this scene, the Yuanwu Emperor immediately knelt down toward the old Daoist.

"Sigh."

Although the old Daoist came from the Daoist Sect, he had not learned of Su Ping's plan here.

As a Golden Core Cultivator sent here, he feared trouble most of all and usually hid in the mountains to cultivate.

This time, it was the discovery of a Spirit Treasure that served as a reminder, which is why he rushed over in such a hurry.

Then he saw Su Juxia about to kill the Yuanwu Emperor.

This gave him an immense headache.

The Divine Red Dragon of this generation has not yet sent anyone over to harvest.

If the emperor dies, Great Xia will fall apart.

If the Divine Red Dragon of Great Xia dies, it will at least be half-crippled, right?

He had no choice but to take action himself, and after catching a punch from the other party.

A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes.

For he also discovered the special anomaly of Su Ping's Avatar.

"Some kind of special wood-attribute Spirit Body?"

"No wonder he is able to stir up such a storm!"

"However, even so, I cannot let you ruin the grand plan."