Chapter 956: Entering the Stage

A whistling gale stirred the great banner bearing the character 'Xu' in the wind. Beneath it stood tens of thousands of chaotic rebel troops, each with a ferocious expression and murderous intent, staring at the government army confronting them from the front.

This government army of the Ji Kingdom numbered about ten thousand. They were at a clear disadvantage in terms of numbers, and although many soldiers looked sallow and were trembling, they managed to hold their formation under the sharp blades of the general's personal guards. In the Ji Kingdom, this was already a rare, strong force.

Beneath the 'Xu' banner stood a swarthy man with thick black hair exposed on his chest. At this moment, his aura surged, transforming into a two-headed, five-armed, highly discordant ghost dharma form.

He puffed out heavy breaths from his nose, as if he could barely restrain himself, yet his narrowed eyes were filled with flowing, clear, and calm brilliance. The Ji army's formation before him was still quite orderly; fighting them would likely come at a significant cost. He seemed to glance inadvertently at his own formation, calculating the difference between the cost and the reward.

Several generals among the rebels were somewhat surprised, feeling that today's General Hu was different from usual. Normally, the main force would have already charged; wouldn't this small number of government troops scatter at a single strike?

Xu Kuang, however, did not know why he felt a sense of trepidation. He slowly raised his hand, then drew a circle and pointed backward.

Retreat?

The rebel generals were all incredulous, but such was the order, and no one dared to disobey. The Ji Kingdom general was also extremely nervous; he dared not believe it either, and still desperately maintained his formation. Only when the formations were orderly and the two armies clashed could they fight for a while, and only then would he have a chance to escape.

In the distance, a military aura suddenly appeared. Although it remained condensed and shaped like a sharp sword, its keen intent rushed toward them. Yet, this military aura was truly somewhat thin; it likely consisted of only a few thousand people.

That sword-like military aura moved extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it entered the battlefield, and it turned out to be a small squad of a mere hundred men.

Although there were only a hundred men, their aura was not inferior to that of a thousand armies. It was just that every soldier carried a rather large backpack, the purpose of which was unknown.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly rang out in the clear sky! It then transformed into a loud voice, like the earth cracking and the heavens collapsing: "Xu Kuang, come out and die!"

When had Xu Kuang ever suffered such an insult? He waved his large hand, and the rebel army stopped retreating. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Little Wei Yuan. Little Wei Yuan, meanwhile, looked down from above, his gaze sweeping across the entire field, and locked onto Xu Kuang.

Xu Kuang's heart skipped a beat, sensing that his opponent was the same as him—both at the perfection of the Dharma Form. Since raising the rebel banner, he had never encountered such a formidable enemy.

Xu Kuang first cupped his hands in a salute, then said, "I believe I have never met Your Excellency before. I wonder where I have offended you?"

The rebel troops were shocked once more; they had never seen Xu Kuang so amiable and reasonable.

Little Wei Yuan said indifferently, "You are Xu Kuang? That is good!"

Little Wei Yuan waved his large hand, and the hundred-man army immediately deployed, forming a horizontal line. They held their somewhat strange long spears level and began to advance with steady steps. Then, Little Wei Yuan pointed at the sky, and streaks of falling lightning almost connected into a line, falling straight toward Xu Kuang!

A ghost appeared above Xu Kuang's head, its five hands each holding a different magic treasure, meeting the falling lightning. The first bolt of lightning struck the ghost's magic treasure, exploding into a large expanse of thunderfire, and the ghost actually let out a mournful cry, showing signs of fear.

Xu Kuang widened his eyes. These were clearly ordinary bolts of lightning; how could their power be so great? A single bolt caused his dharma form pain; the immortal family's Evil-Slaying Divine Lightning could likely be no more than this.

But Little Wei Yuan's lightning was not one or two bolts, nor ten or twenty; he started with one or two hundred bolts!

What everyone saw was a waterfall of thunderlight.

In an instant, the thunderlight dissipated. The ghost dharma form was already covered in wounds, with only three arms remaining, and only half of its head left. Xu Kuang was scared out of his wits, simply because Little Wei Yuan looked composed and relaxed, as if he hadn't even used much of his Dao power.

Little Wei Yuan did not hesitate, once again reaching out and pointing at the sky, and countless more thunderbolts fell!

At this moment, a sigh suddenly sounded in the air. Someone said, "Spare people where you can! Why must a young man be so intent on extermination?"

Someone in the air threw down a small umbrella, which spun rapidly, catching all the falling lightning—it was truly miraculous. But after catching them, the luster of the umbrella's surface was also much dimmer. ===== CHAPTER 957 =====