Chapter 170: Huang Chao's Last Stand

Although Nanhua Laoxian's implanted identity is that of a Taoist giant, his strength is also not low.

But his opponent is none other than Nangong Tianxia, who currently holds the second spot on the world's Wind and Cloud Rankings.

Originally, internal strength cultivators are at a disadvantage in combat power when facing a War God who cultivates gang qi.

Even when facing just a gang qi side 109 heavenly general alone, Nanhua Laoxian would find Nangong Tianxia enough to make him shout.

Moreover, he also has a unit of Dao Soldiers, the Leize Longqi, at his back.

Originally, the Leize Longqi's military formation and battlefield killing qi exert a tremendous restraining effect on internal strength.

On the Tianwu Continent, countless martial sects have been used by the various dynasties, employing Dao Soldiers to destroy mountains and temples.

Moreover, let alone Nanhua Laoxian coming alone.

Nangong Tianxia and the Leize Longqi cooperate with seamless tacit understanding.

After several exchanges, under the interference of gang qi and battlefield killing qi,

Now, each attack from Nangong Tianxia and the Leize Longqi can put Nanhua Laoxian in a difficult situation.

Although Nanhua Laoxian is strong, when facing the combined attack of Nangong Tianxia and the Leize Longqi, he cannot help but admit his own disadvantage.

In a fierce exchange, Nanhua Laoxian was driven back several steps by the combined effort of Nangong Tianxia and the Leize Longqi.

His figure swayed slightly, seeming a little unsteady on his feet.

And Huang Chao, having lost Nanhua Laoxian's support, fell into crisis once again.

Nanhua Laoxian looked at the situation before him, and couldn't help but sigh.

He knows that today's battle is unavoidable, but he does not wish to be an enemy of Nangong Tianxia and the Leize Longqi.

He only wanted to save Huang Chao, but he never expected to invite such great trouble.

However, he does not regret his choice.

Since he's already come.

He has been observing Huang Chao's side for a long time.

Now it looks like Huang Chao is about to perish.

Not trying to save him would be a waste of the time he's spent these days.

Moreover, he is not brainless.

On the contrary, he is quite confident, even if he cannot defeat Nangong Tianxia.

But a calm retreat is still possible.

It's just a bit regrettable, in his view.

Huang Chao's seedling is still not bad.

But today he must stay here.

"Ah."

Nanhua Laoxian's figure dissipated like a wisp of light smoke in the air, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in the air.

Nangong Tianxia watched the direction he disappeared, his heart undisturbed.

The urgent matter is to first capture this rebel Huang Chao.

As for Nanhua Laoxian, this idle Taoist.

Since he has participated in this chaotic world's mire.

He will naturally be settled by the Da Qian dynasty one day.

Rui Zhou experiences a startling change!

On the Rui Zhou battlefield, Zhang Bao and Huang Chao were both captured.

The Rui Zhou Yellow Turban front line collapsed entirely under the swift assault of Nangong Tianxia and the Tan Mengjun army.

Fortunately, amidst the misfortune.

On the Rui Zhou battlefield, seeing the situation turn bad, the Lion Camel King dragged the simpleton mountain lion camel that wanted to rescue Zhang Bao back to the Lu Zhou battlefield.

Originally, the Lion Camel King, who had been slacking off, wanted to slip away alone.

But thinking that the mountain lion camel had been rather agreeable to him lately.

Moreover, they would go together.

If something happened, at least they'd have each other's backs.

Otherwise, this time the Yellow Turbans on the Rui Zhou battlefield would likely lose more than just an entire battlefield's worth of Yellow Turban troops.

Even the mountain lion camel, one of the few genuine Yellow Turban War Gods, would have to stay there.

Facing the top-tier configuration of Nangong Tianxia and Dao Soldiers-Leize Longqi.

Not to mention a single mountain lion camel.

Even if the currently strongest Yellow Turban, Meng Zhang, were to come, they'd still have to weigh their options.

At this moment, inside the Yellow Turban main camp on the Lu Zhou battlefield.

The atmosphere was solemn; firelight flickered on the soldiers' gloomy faces, reflecting deep worry and panic.

Inside the main tent, Zhang Jiao sat alone in the chief seat, his face ashen, his eyes seeming to have flames burning within.

The battle report in his hand was like a black hole, devouring all his hope and pride.

"Bang!"

With a tremendous bang, Zhang Jiao leapt up, slammed the battle report hard onto the ground; papers scattered, ink stains blotchy like a defeated army's banner, swaying desolately in the cold wind.

"Rui Zhou front line collapsed? Zhang Bao and Huang Chao captured? How is that possible!"

His voice sounded like a wounded beast roaring, trembling with disbelief.

The surrounding guards lowered their heads, standing solemnly, not daring to breathe.

They knew that at this moment, Zhang Jiao was on the verge of violent rage, and any slight disturbance could provoke heavenly thunder.

Zhang Jue walked heavily to the map, his eyes like a knife fixed on the direction of Auspicious Prefecture.

There, it had originally been the Yellow Turban Army's front line, an impregnable fortress, a springboard for their quest to dominate the realm.

But now, it all seemed to have turned to nothing.

"Why has this come to pass?"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless anguish and bewilderment: "I, Zhang Jue, since raising my troops, have never suffered such a crushing defeat."

His hands clenched tightly into fists, nails digging deep into his palms.

Blood dripped drop by drop onto the ground, mixing with the fragments of the battle report, forming a shocking scene.

In the tent, the generals sheltered by Zhang Jue, such as An Moxiu, lowered their heads in silence, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

They knew that, for Zhang Jue, this defeat was not merely a military loss but a heavy blow to his years of faith and effort.

Since the Yellow Turban Army's uprising, they had advanced like a bamboo splitter, and Zhang Jue was even more revered by his followers as a deity.

Yet tonight, the deity's wrath blazed fiercely above their heads.

"Zhang Bao, Huang Chao— they've actually been captured?"

"They are brave warriors of my Yellow Turban Army, my brothers, Zhang Jue— how could they be so utterly defeated?"

Zhang Jue's voice rang out again, each word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth.

The generals remained silent, unable to answer Zhang Jue's question or share his anger and pain.

They only knew that this defeat had plunged the Yellow Turban Army into an unprecedented crisis, the road ahead filled with unknown dangers.

Zhang Jue's anger echoed in the tent for a long time before gradually subsiding.

He slowly sat down, hands braced on the table, fatigue and despair welling up in his heart.

He knew he could not collapse like this; the future of the Yellow Turban Army still needed his leadership.

He drew a deep breath, striving to calm his emotions.

"Pass the order down,"

Zhang Jue's voice grew low and firm: "Rally the troops, prepare to meet the enemy."

"Our Yellow Turban Army has never feared any enemy, and this time is no exception."

The generals' spirits lifted, and they responded in unison.

"Remember, we are the Yellow Turban Army, we are the wrath of the heavens' common folk."

"A single defeat cannot crush us; it will only make us stronger."

"We will make Great Qian know that the banner of the Yellow Turban Army will never fall!"

Zhang Jue's gaze swept over everyone in the tent, his eyes flashing with determined light.

The tent erupted in thunderous shouts, the generals' morale utterly ignited by Zhang Jue's words.

They clenched their fists, eyes blazing with the fire of revenge.

This defeat was merely a minor setback in the Yellow Turban Army's long march; future victory still belonged to them.

Zhang Jue nodded satisfactorily; for now, he could only do his best to boost morale.

Otherwise, the ill effects of this bad news would continue to spread across the Lu Prefecture battlefield.

He rose, walked to the tent flap, and lifted his gaze to the dark night sky.

One of the Yellow Turban's three fronts has been lost; the Great Qian forces on the Auspicious Prefecture battlefield will soon be freed.

Come to the Lu and Martial Prefecture battlefields.

From now on, the Yellow Turban Army's road will be even more arduous and perilous.

(End of chapter)