Chapter 163: Standing Alone, Ten Thousand Armies Bow!

'It's time to switch to a large-area damage skill.'

Looking at the cavalry rushing toward him like a tide, Zhang Jie thought to himself.

Although with his recovery ability,

he could kill these thousands of people clean with one punch and one kick, it would ultimately take too much time.

And the Yuan army's commanders, Wang Baobao and others, were not fools.

Realizing that they probably couldn't take down Zhang Jie,

they had already diverted over a thousand troops toward the intersection of Mount Wudang,

clearly intending to capture the Wudang people to force Zhang Jie to submit.

And although Zhang Sanfeng, the Seven Wudang Heroes, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and others were all first-class Jianghu experts,

if they fought against the military formation, casualties were still inevitable, which was something Zhang Jie didn't want to see.

Yang Xiao and the Ming Sect people were the tentacles for him to control this behemoth of the Ming Sect,

and Yu Lianzhou and others were his beloved friends and brothers, who must not be lost.

'Lion's Roar!'

Zhang Jie recited the formula of the "Lion's Roar" in his heart.

If it comes to large-area damage, what martial art could surpass sound wave techniques?

Sound wave techniques are naturally insufficient for dealing with opponents of the same level, or even one level higher,

but when it comes to bullying the weak, they are top-notch.

Zhang Jie, who had the idea of overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty, had long been guarding against this,

and learned the "Lion's Roar" from the Golden-Haired Lion King while on Ice Fire Island.

He even specifically researched and modified some of it, ensuring that the "Lion's Roar" in his hands

would only be stronger than in the Golden-Haired Lion King's hands, and not weaker!

"Roar!"

Zhang Jie floated above the cavalry, not giving them a chance to shoot arrows,

and directly opened his mouth, and immediately a sound like a lion's roar surged out.

A massive amount of true Qi formed a giant lion head with flying mane,

sharp teeth, and a majestic appearance above his head.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The tangible sound waves swept across hundreds of meters.

The tidal cavalry instantly fell like wheat harvested by farmers in autumn.

Those close by bled from their seven orifices, clearly dead beyond saving.

Those slightly further away could no longer hold the horse blades in their hands,

clutching their ears tightly with both hands, yet bright red blood still surged out.

They shouted and screamed, but could no longer hear a sound—their eardrums had been shattered.

Only those far away could sit on their horses, but they were terrified and dared not take another step forward.

With one roar from Zhang Jie, a thousand armies were repelled!

"Do you still want to come and die?"

Zhang Jie stood indifferently on the great banner, which was several zhang high,

and this sentence resounded throughout the entire battlefield under the effect of true Qi.

Whoosh whoosh!

For a time, the battlefield fell silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling.

Zhang Jie stood on the great banner; at this moment, the sky was his cloak,

the sun was his halo, and he was like a god from the nine heavens descending into the mortal world.

"Eternal Heaven!"

"The spokesperson of the Blue Wolf and White Deer!"

"Heavenly God!"

The Yuan army, whose spine had been completely broken, knelt down one after another,

kowtowing to Zhang Jie, begging for the Heavenly God's forgiveness.

"General, do we still want to fight?"

In the Yuan army's reserve command center, a deputy general looked at their main general with a trembling voice.

His legs were trembling, and every muscle in his body was telling him

that continuing to resist would surely lead to death, and only surrender offered a glimmer of survival.

Unfortunately, his family was all in Dadu; if he surrendered, his relatives would likely not be spared.

"Surrender, we surrender!"

The main general, with a face as pale as earth, opened his bloodless lips and finally issued the order to surrender.

He was loyal to the Great Yuan, loyal to the Emperor, but how could human power defeat gods and demons?

Clang!

He pushed the golden mountain and overturned the jade pillar, kneeling to the god and demon standing on the great banner.

Clatter!

With the main general taking the lead, the soldiers and generals who were still hesitating before all knelt down.

On the vast battlefield, one person stood tall, and ten thousand armies bowed!

After seeing all the Yuan troops bow their heads,

Zhang Jie floated down from the great banner and returned to the intersection of Mount Wudang.

"Aba aba."

The Wudang and Ming Sect members were still in huge shock, one by one sluggish.

"Slap!"

Wei Yixiao slapped the Cloth Bag Monk Shuo De's fat face.

"Old Bat, what are you doing?"

The Cloth Bag Monk, who had been slapped for no reason, was furious.

"Does it hurt?"

The dazed Wei Yixiao asked.

"Of course it hurts, you dead bat, you don't even know how to control your strength!"

The Cloth Bag Monk, with a huge palm print on his face where the bony knuckles could be recognized, let out a cry of pain.

"Since you are in so much pain, it means this is not an illusion; all of this is real!"

The daze in Wei Yixiao's eyes vanished, replaced by endless fanaticism.

"Then why the hell didn't you hit yourself?"

The Cloth Bag Monk, covering his face, asked back subconsciously.

"Of course, hitting myself would hurt."

Wei Yixiao answered as a matter of course.

"..."

"Old Bat, I'll f*** your mother!"

The Cloth Bag Monk felt miserable, but the Old Bat was one of his own, so he couldn't take revenge.

"The Sect Leader is accomplished in martial arts and virtue, benevolent and wise, benefiting all living beings, for thousands of generations, unifying the world!"

Wei Yixiao knelt before Zhang Jie, shouting the slogan with extreme fanaticism.

"The Sect Leader is accomplished in martial arts and virtue, benevolent and wise, benefiting all living beings, for thousands of generations, unifying the world!"

Yang Xiao and the others also bowed before Zhang Jie, their expressions extremely fanatical.

Zhang Jie's face was embarrassed; why is this slogan so similar to that of the Sun Moon Holy Sect in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer",

that androgynous Eastern demon?

'Uh!'

'The predecessor of the Sun Moon Holy Sect seems to be the Ming Sect.'

Thinking of the origin of the Ming Sect and the Sun Moon Holy Sect,

Zhang Jie finally understood why Wei Yixiao would shout such a thunderous slogan,

and why Yang Xiao and the others were so familiar with it; it turns out they are the ancestors of the Sun Moon Holy Sect.

"Everyone, get up."

Zhang Jie waved his hand, letting Yang Xiao and the others get up.

"Obey the Sect Leader's holy decree!"

Wei Yixiao and the others stood behind Zhang Jie, their faces still extremely fanatical.

"A, Sect Leader Zhang."

Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at Zhang Jie with complex expressions.

You say, how did their Wudang suddenly have such a peerless expert who could break an army alone?

It made them not know how to address Zhang Jie.

If they still called him Junior Nephew, wouldn't that be disrespectful to a martial arts myth?

However, the joy in their hearts could not be stopped.

With Zhang Jie here, Wudang's future would surely be unimaginably brilliant!

"Eldest Senior Uncle, just call me A-Jie."

Zhang Jie said softly.

"The rites cannot be discarded. You are now the Sect Leader of the Ming Sect."

Song Yuanqiao shook his head, still unwilling to address Zhang Jie as he did before.

Zhang Jie didn't know why, but he thought of the dialogue between Lu Xun and Runtu:

He stood still, a look of joy and desolation on his face, moving his lips, but made no sound.

His attitude finally became respectful, clearly calling out:

"Yang Jiaozhu!..."

Zhang Jie couldn't help but shiver; he knew that

a sad, thick barrier had already formed between them.

"A-Jie..."

Yu Lianzhou's attitude toward Zhang Jie remained the same, his tone full of relief.

"Sect Leader, the Prince of Ruyang and the Princess of Ruyang request an audience."

A Ming Sect disciple reported.

Zhang Jie looked back and saw Wang Baobao and Zhao Min with those three Lamas dozens of meters away:

"Let them come over."

"Obey the Sect Leader's holy decree!"

The disciple responded with extreme fanaticism.

In their eyes, Zhang Jie was the Ming Zun descending to the world,

who was going to lead them to overthrow the Yuan Court and build a paradise on earth.

"Seen Zhang Shaoxia."

Wang Baobao came over and bowed respectfully, but his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Just a moment ago, he had threatened Zhang Jie to submit with a five-thousand-strong army,

who knew that Zhang Jie could actually achieve the feat of breaking an army alone, unprecedented and perhaps without a successor.

"Are you here to surrender on behalf of the Yuan army?"

Zhang Jie didn't care how complex Wang Baobao's heart was, just asked calmly.

"Exactly, we are willing to serve Zhang Shaoxia, and hope Zhang Shaoxia will accept us!"

Wang Baobao answered respectfully.

At the same time, his mind flashed with the conversation between him and his sister Zhao Min.

Zhao Min asked: "Brother, do you think we can defeat Zhang Jie?"

Wang Baobao shook his head in despair: "I don't fear anyone, but that Zhang Jie is truly not human.

He is also deeply hostile to our Great Yuan; I'm afraid our Great Yuan will collapse in the blink of an eye!"

Zhang Jie's strength made him unable to see a glimmer of the future.

Zhao Min smiled: "Brother, if you can't beat him, why not join him?"

"Then what if I let you attack the Yuan army, or even Dadu?"

Hearing Wang Baobao's answer, Zhang Jie said with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"We are the blades in your hands, and blades have no thoughts;

where your war blade points, that is where our blade edge points!"

Wang Baobao prostrated himself, saying decisively.

He knew that his only bargaining chip in front of Zhang Jie was loyalty, absolute loyalty!

Even if he were asked to kill his father, the Ruyang Prince, he would be loyal without hesitation!

"Interesting, too interesting."

A smile appeared on Zhang Jie's face as he looked at Zhao Min, who was equally respectful.

He had already seen Wang Baobao at the Ruyang Prince's Mansion; although his ability was not weak,

he lacked sharpness, so this was not something he could have thought of in a short time.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you, Zhang Shaoxia."

Feeling Zhang Jie's gaze, Zhao Min straightened her body and admitted it generously.

"Are you also willing to submit?"

Zhang Jie looked at the Lamas again.

"Amitabha."

"The Venerable's divine power is boundless; you are the reincarnation of the Buddha from the Western Heaven.

We are willing to serve by the Venerable's side to seek a righteous result in the future."

The three Lamas said solemnly with a dignified appearance.

"Bald donkey, what reincarnation of the Buddha?

The Sect Leader is clearly the Ming Zun of our sect descending to the world!"

Seeing these Lamas wanting to turn Zhang Jie into their Buddha as soon as they came out,

Wei Yixiao couldn't hold back and scolded loudly.

"Amitabha, the Buddha has no form and has infinite incarnations.

It is not yet known whether the Ming Sect's Ming Zun is also an incarnation of my Buddha."

The leading Great Lama didn't get angry, but explained calmly.

"You..."

Wei Yixiao and the other Ming Sect members were so angry that smoke was coming out of their seven orifices.

How could their Ming Sect's supreme god become an incarnation of these bald donkeys' Buddha?

This is a proper heresy, and heretics are more hateful than infidels!

"Alright, no need to discuss this anymore!"

Seeing that it was about to evolve into a full-scale brawl, Zhang Jie stopped this debate solemnly.

He is himself, not some Ming Zun, nor some reincarnation of the Buddha.

And under his command, whether it is the Ming Sect, Buddhism, or Daoism,

they must all follow his command, not engage in infighting in his name!

"Amitabha."

"Supreme Ming Zun."

With Zhang Jie, who was regarded as a god on earth by both sides, speaking, both sides could only stop.

However, both sides stood to one side, turning their heads away, clearly disgusted with each other.

And Zhang Jie, seeing these Lamas being so sensible, couldn't directly kill them.

Speaking of which, he had a pleasant conversation with the Great Wheel King Kumarajiva of the Tantric Buddhism in the Heaven Dragon world!

"Yang Jiaozhu, this is the military tally."

Wang Baobao offered the tiger tally used to mobilize troops.

The tiger tally was cast in bronze, lifelike,

as if it would come alive in an instant, gnashing its teeth and choosing people to devour!

Zhang Jie took it, played with it casually, and threw it to Yang Xiao:

"Left Envoy Yang, take our sect disciples to take over the army."

Although those soldiers were scared out of their wits by him and didn't dare to rebel, they were ultimately Yuan people,

usable and trustworthy, but not fully usable or fully trustworthy; he had to insert his own people.

And Yang Xiao had managed the militarized Five Element Flags in the Ming Sect; it was most appropriate for him to take over the army.

Then the Ming Sect disciples and the Yuan people would check and balance each other, making them only remember two words: "loyalty"!

"This subordinate obeys."

Yang Xiao took the tiger tally solemnly and led dozens of shrewd and capable Ming Sect disciples toward the Yuan army camp.

And with Zhang Jie as a deterrent, no one dared to violate Yang Xiao's insertion of people into various key positions.

This army, which had been killed by Zhang Jie for hundreds of people and had hundreds more scared out of combat effectiveness, with over two thousand intact, formally fell into his hands.

He had taken a firm step in his career of hegemony in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world! ===== CHAPTER 164 =====

He had taken a firm step forward in his career of hegemony in the Heaven-Dependent World!