Chapter 126

The group rode their warhorses, chatting and laughing as they quickly set off in the direction of Wu Commandery. Just as Su Fan's party had left the territory of Luoyang, an army blocked their path ahead.

Ten thousand soldiers stood menacingly on the only road they had to take.

"Whoa..."

Su Fan's party immediately reined in their horses and stopped.

"Yuwen Chengji, hand over the Imperial Jade Seal, and we will let you pass."

Soon, a burly man who looked like a general walked out from the enemy's ten thousand troops and shouted loudly from a hundred paces away.

"Which idiot dares to block your grandfather's path? You must be tired of living."

"Big Brother, leave it to me; I will go and capture him."

Pei Yuanqing could not help but become excited.

He hadn't had enough fun fighting earlier, and now someone had actually delivered themselves to his doorstep. He was ecstatic; in fact, it wasn't just him—everyone else also showed an excited expression on their faces.

They didn't take the ten thousand troops in front of them seriously at all.

"Wang Shichong, oh Wang Shichong."

As soon as Su Fan saw them, he understood that this army was clearly Wang Shichong's. After all, in Luoyang, besides Wang Shichong, who else could bring out such an army?

"You didn't dare to snatch the Imperial Jade Seal from me at the Jingnian Zen Temple, so you thought about playing the oriole from behind. Is the oriole so easy to play? Even that old oriole Shi Zhixuan was pecked and injured; you, too, are unworthy."

Su Fan shook his head; how petty.

Did they think they could stop them with ten thousand troops? Weren't they looking down on them too much?

Watching Pei Yuanqing, Kou Zhong, and even Yuwen Chengdu all looking full of fighting spirit, Su Fan suddenly felt a bit of pity for this army.

With his discernment, he could naturally see that the army in front was no ordinary force; it was definitely Wang Shichong's elite from Luoyang.

Clearly, Wang Shichong had a great desire for the Imperial Jade Seal, which was why he sent this army, hoping to seize it from Su Fan's hands with the greatest possible chance.

However, this was a wuxia world—a world with high-level martial arts and even fantasy wuxia. Top-tier martial artists could achieve the feat of one man against a thousand.

It was just that before this, few people would do such a thing.

The Jin Dynasty had caused the martial prowess of the Central Plains to fall to the extreme. During the two Han and Three Kingdoms eras, when two armies fought, what they liked most was dueling generals.

This was to stimulate the morale of both armies.

Many military generals even liked to charge into formations alone, especially those top-tier generals during the late Han period.

It was just that by the Northern and Southern Dynasties, this "fine tradition" was almost never seen, and coupled with the decline of martial general inheritances, very few generals could achieve this.

True Qi martial arts occupied the mainstream, and jianghu martial artists almost never charged into armies, which naturally made many people forget the power of top-tier fierce generals.

"Go!"

Su Fan naturally did not stop them.

"Haha! Don't fight me for it; this person is mine."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yuanqing instantly gave his beloved warhorse a fierce slap. The horse let out a long neigh and then suddenly galloped toward the front.

"Your young master is here; eat a hammer from your grandfather!"

A distance of a hundred paces was merely a dozen breaths of time for a top-tier warhorse.

Before that general could react, Pei Yuanqing had already galloped over fifty paces, and by now, the man had also reacted.

Looking at Pei Yuanqing's youthful face, the general showed a look of disdain.

"Kid, you haven't been weaned yet, have you? Go back and drink some milk, lest I make you cry later; I don't have any milk here to coax you."

The man still didn't know he had already stepped into the gates of hell, and he continued his ignorant mockery.

"Good! Very good!"

"Originally, your grandfather was prepared to play with you, but now your young master is going to smash your head open with one hammer."

Pei Yuanqing was instantly enraged, his whole body erupting with terrifying momentum, and his killing intent swept toward the man like a storm.

At this moment, the man felt the momentum radiating from Pei Yuanqing, and his expression changed.

But it was already too late for him to react.

"Go to hell!"

The furious Pei Yuanqing had his entire body's blood and energy erupt, and his silver hammer smashed over with the force of tearing through the void.

Clang!

A metallic collision was followed by the cracking sound of bones shattering.

With a boom, the man flew backward more than ten meters, and when he fell to the ground, he was already almost a puddle of meat paste.

Every bone in his body had been shattered into dregs.

Pei Yuanqing's angry strike was worth more than a thousand catties.

With the boundless giant force of blood energy forming a gang, even steel could be smashed into a hole.

"Kill!"

Pei Yuanqing, who had killed one person in his rage, was still not satisfied and charged directly into the ten thousand-man formation with his silver hammer in hand.

"Shoot! Archers, shoot for me!"

A general had been beheaded, and the army naturally fell into chaos, but fortunately, the main commander was still there. Feeling the terrifying aura radiating from Pei Yuanqing, his expression changed immediately, and he roared.

Thus, the archers fired the arrows in their hands one after another.

In an instant, the brilliant arrows were like a rain shower.

Ding ding ding!

Pei Yuanqing, clad in iron armor, naturally didn't care about the arrows raining from the sky; he casually swiped his two silver hammers and deflected the arrows in front of him.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters...

Soon, Pei Yuanqing had already charged to the front of this army.

Now that he knew there were many experts in this world, he became much more cautious. Although he sometimes still liked to be reckless.

He also knew when he could be reckless and when he couldn't.

Like now, really letting him challenge Jingnian Zen Temple one-on-one—wasn't that looking for death?

He could fight the Four Great Vajras fiercely, but facing that Liaokong, he probably really had no chance.

Liaokong's strength was even above the Four Holy Monks. Even if he was confident in himself again, he knew that compared to Liaokong and the others, he was still far behind

However, it was a pity that he had not encountered a true fierce general and did not know the terror of one.

Bang bang bang!

The officers who surrounded Pei Yuanqing were smashed away by Pei Yuanqing's three hammers in the blink of an eye, and then the former saw Wang Zhan and charged over on his horse.

To capture the bandits, first capture the king. Although Pei Yuanqing was a reckless man, he was at least the descendant of a military family and understood a little bit about military strategy.

More importantly, he knew that if he captured or killed the main commander of an army, that would be a great merit.

He was also very eager for military merit—not because he wanted to seek a military position, but because he wanted to receive Su Fan's guidance.

Ever since he had been guided by Su Fan a few times, he felt his martial arts had reached a higher level. Pei Yuanqing naturally understood that Su Fan's martial arts were very high, and his realm was even more unfathomably profound.

"Haha! The first merit is mine."

Pei Yuanqing was very excited, looking at Wang Zhan as if he were looking at prey.

"Those who block me die!"

As the main commander, Wang Zhan had his own personal guards around him, and seeing Pei Yuanqing, they also bit the bullet and charged up.

But they were smashed away in a few moves.

Just as Pei Yuanqing was laughing loudly, preparing to reap the fruits of his labor, the next second he felt as if his throat had been pinched.

He widened his eyes, watching Wang Zhan being picked up by Yuwen Chengdu with a halberd, his whole body hanging on Yuwen Chengdu's weapon.

"You..."