[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength":3,"chapter-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-116":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Subdue the Immortals with Strength",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2295418,4490,"Chapter 116: Storming the City [Requesting Moon Tickets]","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>Master, something’s wrong! Blood Eagle has been inside for so long—why hasn’t there been any movement from Licheng yet?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t rush, wait a little longer!’ Ma Tong said coolly, his hand gently stroking the long shaft of the golden hammer, his eyes gleaming with cruel murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the night sky, time slipped away silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horses stamped impatiently, snorting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The menacing aura of the army as it charged forward gradually faded with the passing time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master, I truly think something’s amiss. Logically, if the city only had one Eighth-Rank Great Martial Artist guarding it, Blood Eagle’s strength should’ve been enough—even if surrounded—to breach the gates or at least reach the walls and signal us.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whether it’s right or wrong, once we storm the city, everything will be clear!’ Ma Tong lifted his long-handled golden hammer, squinting at the massive city gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was born with immense strength; his long-handled golden hammer weighed three hundred jin—this gate wouldn’t withstand many strikes from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master, proceed with caution. The situation inside Licheng is still unclear, and night is unfavorable for assault. Better to wait until dawn to assess the situation before deciding!’ the gray-robed elder urged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Heh heh, killing by day hinders this True Person from collecting yin souls. Storming and slaughtering a city must be done at night! Don’t worry—it’s just a city already drained of spiritual energy. Even if there are a few more Eighth-Rank Great Martial Artists inside, what difference does it make? They’ll just die a little sooner.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder’s lips trembled, then shut tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes gleaming with savage bloodlust as he grinned: ‘The Immortal Master is right—it’s just a city drained of spiritual energy. Even if there are surprises, it won’t make much of a ripple.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Ma Tong spurred his horse forward, pointing his long-handled golden hammer toward the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the night sky, the hammer blazed with golden light, revealing a golden rock the size of a small house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I am General Guangwei! Open your gates and surrender at once, and I may spare your lives. Otherwise, when I break through, I will slaughter you all without mercy!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong’s voice rang fierce and commanding through the night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘General, mighty!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘General, mighty!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire army roared in unison, morale soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, two dark shapes shot up from the city walls with a ‘whoosh! whoosh!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two dark shapes flew through the night sky and crashed with a ‘thud! thud!’ onto the flat ground seven or eight zhang ahead of the army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the firelight, soldiers could barely make out that the two dark shapes had exploded like two watermelons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brains and blood splattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong’s face turned ashen, his eyes flashing with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Slaughter the city!’ Ma Tong roared, raising his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, banners flapped wildly, war drums thundered, and cavalrymen, wielding long spears and horse-chopping blades, surged forward like arrows loosed from bows, charging the towering city walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The neighing of warhorses and the thunder of iron hooves shook the very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong, leading the Iron Blood Guard, raised his long-handled golden hammer and charged headlong toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Kill! Kill! Kill!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouts of slaughter echoed across heaven and earth, reverberating through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the city walls, soldiers who had previously stood calm after the sudden appearance of the two Grand Masters now saw the army pouring toward them like a flood, its murderous aura rising like smoke, and their palms grew slick with sweat, their arm muscles taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The army quickly reached the base of the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows rained down like a deluge; cavalrymen were struck and tumbled from their mounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, more horses charged forward relentlessly; those who hadn’t risen were instantly trampled into pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong ignored the falling soldiers, his cruel eyes fixed solely on the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventeen Iron Blood Guards and the gray-robed elder shielded Ma Tong, raising their shields as they surged forward with him toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows struck the shields and bounced off, unable to harm them in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Yuanzhen, Liang Jingtang, and others stepped forward, seizing the already-prepared spears forged entirely of black iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whoosh! Whoosh!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spear after spear hurtled through the air toward Ma Tong’s Iron Blood Guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immense strength gave the spears terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spears tore through the air, friction igniting them so that in the night, faint red glows shimmered along their dark surfaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of spears, like a meteor shower, sliced through the night sky, covering the area where Ma Tong and his men were about to charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the spears arrived, their powerful air pressure had already slammed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Blood Guards guarding Ma Tong’s sides all stared in horror; those behind pulled their reins to halt, but those ahead couldn’t stop or dodge in time—and Ma Tong was right beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Iron Blood Guards, they couldn’t dodge—exposing their commander to the spearstorm was unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Iron Blood Guards channeled their internal force frantically—some surged into their shield arms, others into their spear-and-sword arms, combining their galloping horses’ momentum to meet the spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Clang!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One spear slammed hard into a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Seventh-Rank Iron Blood Guard, shield and all, was flung from his saddle by the spear’s terrifying force, flying two or three zhang through the air before crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes bulged, his head lolled to the side, and he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Clang! Clang! Clang!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the first Seventh-Rank Iron Blood Guard was instantly flung off and killed, more spears fell like a sudden downpour, striking shields and weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Boom! Boom! Boom!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several more men tumbled from their horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, another Seventh-Rank Martial Artist died, three Seventh-Rank and one Eighth-Rank Martial Artist were wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn! There’s a Grand Master! Licheng has a Martial Grand Master!’ the gray-robed elder cried, face pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Kill! Kill!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong swung his long-handled golden hammer, smashing away two spears, his face twisted with murderous rage as he charged ahead toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared handsome and refined, but once in battle, he was terrifyingly fierce and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continuous fall of his Iron Blood Guards did not frighten him—it only further enraged and awakened the savage, violent blood within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must break into the city and slaughter every last soul in Licheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master, the situation has changed—retreat immediately! Retreat!’ the gray-robed elder cried, his face ashen, spurring his horse to chase after Ma Tong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Licheng truly was as the scouts reported—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their thousand elite troops, merely appearing suddenly before the walls, would’ve terrified the defenders and civilians into surrendering or fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, atop Licheng’s towering walls, not only were there heavily armed soldiers with unwavering will, but also powerful figures—even a Grand Master. Their thousand elite, lightly armed and without heavy siege equipment, were utterly inadequate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray-robed elder’s words finally cooled Ma Tong’s bloodlust enough to slow his pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look back at his army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just moments of charging, nearly a third of the thousand elite had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the nineteen Iron Blood Guards beside him, including the two who had volunteered to die, more than half were dead or wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet aside from a slight pang of regret for the Iron Blood Guards, the losses among the rest meant nothing to Ma Tong’s cold, unfeeling heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back not to assess his army’s casualties, but to gauge the cultist’s reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After years of commanding armies, Ma Tong now clearly understood: even if he forced his way through the gate, this battle was already doomed to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless that cultist intervened, the tide might yet turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far behind the soldiers, shrouded in a black robe like a ghost hidden in the shadows, Wu Rong stared at the corpses littering the ground before the walls and the soldiers atop the walls brimming with battle spirit. He stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, his dry throat shifting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The yin souls born from people who suddenly plummet from ecstatic hope into utter despair—those will be immensely powerful! Even if it risks danger and wastes some magic power and gathered yin souls, it’s worth it!’ Wu Rong’s ancient eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Wu Rong cast a cold glance at Ma Tong, his lips twitching slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Keep killing—I’ll act!’ A cold voice whispered into Ma Tong’s ear as Wu Rong’s lips moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Kill! Kill!’ Ma Tong’s eyes blazed again with bloodlust; he swung his long-handled golden hammer and charged onward toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master!” the gray-robed elder gasped in shock, glanced at the cultist hidden in the shadows of the army, then helplessly spurred his horse to chase after Ma Tong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whoosh!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two spears, glowing red, shot toward him in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Clang!’ The gray-robed elder swung his blade with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear and the blade both struck the ground simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But another spear loomed larger in his pupils—the terrifying force and crushing pressure told him clearly: even barehanded, he couldn’t dodge or block this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master, save me!’ the gray-robed elder screamed in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong felt some affection for this gray-robed elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reined in his horse, swung his long-handled golden hammer, and struck the spear aimed at the elder with a distant blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling force surged from the hammer, forming a golden rock midair to block the spear’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whoosh! Whoosh!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, four spears shot forth nearly simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two targeted Ma Tong’s head and chest; two continued toward the gray-robed elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two black iron spears aimed at Ma Tong carried immense force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Tong’s face finally changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Two Grand Masters!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ma Tong was formidable—he swung his long-handled golden hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck down all four black iron spears with lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too far away! The force can't be concealed within the spear until it reaches the target—it lacks power.\" On the city wall, Liang Jingtang shook his head, grabbed a black iron spear, and hurled it with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No extra update today. Update complete. Also recommending a new book by Chengfeng Yu Jian—last time he helped promote me on the new book rankings, and now he's launched a new one; there's a link below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1726,"2026-06-20T05:15:29.288Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2d56aac8a6b095d10559c1f4b428ad5861b23f1841f904b7bc26a36fed3a8af7","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-117","i-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-chapter-115",484,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-subdue-the-immortals-with-strength-cover.jpg"]