Chapter 400: The World Underestimates Me!

The world's top general, Xiao Wuliang, was defeated.

It proved the weight of the figure standing ahead.

On the battlefield, an eerie silence fell—all eyes fixed on the ancient general with white hair and ink-black battle armor, sweat beading on foreheads, throats bobbing, hands gripping weapons stiff with tension.

The Divine General Jiang Su!

The Number One Under Heaven!

The Legend of Martial Dao!

These titles rang like muffled thunder in their hearts, echoing in their minds.

This terrifying Divine General, whose invincible legend had loomed over battlefields for over three centuries, now appeared on the Western Front—his presence carried an indescribable pressure; all other generals in the central command turned pale.

Morale shattered.

The other khans of the Western Front, who had been enfeoffed, also received orders from the Wolf Wang Chen Fubai to come to aid—though they understood the power of the invincible general of the Central Plains, they had never truly grasped it.

One of them had just arrived and had not seen Xiao Wuliang fall—he swept his gaze forward, saw an old general ahead; this man, enfeoffed by the Wolf King as the Mieying Tian Kehan, held a heavy long-handled wolf-tooth club, raised it horizontally with one hand, and bellowed:

"Old fool! Why aren't you home, spoiling your grandchildren, peeking at your daughter-in-law's window? Come here to die?!"

The Central Plains generals felt their scalps tighten; the Mieying Tian Kehan, boisterous, clearly still drunk from camp, spurred his horse forward, swinging his wolf-tooth club and tearing through the air with terrifying flashes of cold light, roaring: "Come die!!"

Yet somehow, he felt his vision blur.

Then his sight turned upside down.

The other generals saw only a flash of cold light—then the Mieying Tian Kehan, one of the fiercest among the Western generals, lost his head, which flew into the sky; his horse galloped forward, bearing a headless corpse.

Jiang Su did not shift his gaze—he let the horse carry the corpse past him, then the body hit the ground, the horse neighed and died, and silence deepened further.

"Xiao Wuliang is still young, but today, old man is not here to kill you."

"But you lead the vanguard as the spearhead, while the main army presses forward."

"The old wolf's condition is likely far worse than usual."

"Chen Baxian's Wu Gong is not easy to cultivate."

Xiao Wuliang's face darkened—he reached for the hammer at his waist to hurl it, but was already pierced through his breastplate by a spear's qi; the armor shattered, his divine form collapsed—he was blasted over ten zhang away, humiliated and broken, yet his life was spared.

The Divine General does not slaughter indiscriminately when campaigning.

Holding his exceptionally heavy spear, 【Ji Mie】, slanted, he ignored the mortally wounded Xiao Wuliang and marched straight toward the central command camp—his spearhead sharp, unstoppable; the elite army of the Ying State tore through the Wolf King's vanguard like paper.

Xiao Wuliang's force was merely the vanguard; with his martial skill and tactics, he could easily crush enemies.

To preserve the Wolf King's peak combat power.

Yet now, he suffered defeat at unprecedented speed—the Divine General used the exact same tactics as Xiao Wuliang and crushed him head-on, rendering this thirty-something general incapable of fighting.

Xiao Wuliang's face turned deathly pale—he used divine art to stop the bleeding, extended his left hand, and tore the battle spear from his own severed right arm.

He failed to draw the weapon from his severed limb the first time.

Only on the second try did he strain and wrench the spear free.

Leaning on the spear, he staggered to his feet, staring fixedly at the distant back, mounted his horse, face ashen yet radiating an indomitable martial spirit, solemnly declaring: "How can we let our lord face such a situation alone!"

"A true general's fate is to be wrapped in horsehide, never turn back from death!"

"Follow me!"

"We must stop him—give our lord more chances to win!"

The remnants of the Wolf King's vanguard regrouped and charged again toward the Divine General, trying to disrupt Jiang Su's momentum—but even with soldiers fighting desperately and generals giving their lives, the Divine General still tore through the Wolf King's vanguard effortlessly.

Calm and composed, he attacked Central Plains generals only as necessary, never slaughtering wantonly, preserving the strength of his own troops.

But against the enfeoffed khans of the Western Front, he struck with brutal cruelty—his heavy spear, Ji Mie, stabbed or slashed; those generals from the Thirty-Six Western Tribes, chosen to jointly attack the Wolf King but later defected, fell without resistance.

They had no chance to fight back.

They were slaughtered like chopping melons and slicing vegetables.

Like a wave cleaved by a blade, there was no enemy before him who could stand a single clash—these khans enfeoffed by the Wolf King, whose strategic role was to harass Ying State from multiple directions and strengthen the Wolf King's forces, now found their advantage vanished.

They were defenses and tactics prepared for the Fifth Under Heaven, Yuwen Lie.

Against Jiang Su, they were all flaws.

The Wolf King's vanguard—routed!

The battle line retreated, reformed, failed again—the Divine General Jiang Su advanced thirty li.

………………

Meanwhile, on the northern front, Chen Dingye charged forward, pressing his troops—when suddenly he realized the Night-riding cavalry had been ambushed; the force blocking them rode dragon-horses, fully armored, their mounts draped in greatcoats patterned like tiger stripes.

The Three Greatest Elite Corps Under Heaven.

The Tiger Barbarian Cavalry!

Appearing on the Northern Front—

Ye Chongdao pulled his reins tight, gazing at the towering, cold and haughty general standing atop his steed amid the northern wind and snow, gripping his spear—Zhou Xianping whispered: "... Divine Might General, Yuwen Lie."

The Ying State had opened battlefronts in the Central Plains, the Northern Lands, and the Western Front.

Even with Ying State's great strength, powerful troops, and countless renowned generals, it was impossible to place both Jiang Su and Yuwen Lie here while ignoring the Western Front entirely.

Zhou Xianping gripped his spear, grinned crookedly, and said:

"You and I team up to fight Yuwen Lie?"

"Old Ye, how are you? Did you recover from your wounds after fighting Jiang Su? Can you still hold out?"

Ye Chongdao replied: "Hold out?"

"Think— if you and I face Yuwen Lie, that means..."

"Bu Yi and Liu Ying's forces are facing Jiang Su's troops."

Ye Chongdao said: "I'd rather swap places with them."

"They're still too young—their martial skill, military strategy, and command haven't reached their peak. In their early twenties, they're being asked to challenge the Number One Under Heaven—it's too much."

Zhou Xianping fell silent, whispering, "Isn't this perfect?"

"When we were young, we never had such a grand experience."

"If we survive today, their futures will surely surpass ours, old men that we are!"

"Truly… the Zhou and Ye clans—our two bloodlines, two generations—all here on this battlefield. But who knows, after today, which of our families will still be whole."

Ye Chongdao let out a faint laugh.

With the long cry of eagles and the low growl of leopards, two Dharma Phantoms appeared beside these two famed generals, heads raised, roaring, merging with the armies behind them, forming a united battle array that became a war spirit—both men's aura surged again.

Even so, Yuwen Lie remained aloof and indifferent.

Zhou Xianping and Ye Chongdao, however, were both solemn and tense.

Until now, to coordinate with their troops, they had suppressed their realms to the peak of the Sixth Heaven. But amid this tide of cosmic fate, they could no longer hold back—now both stood at the peak of the Seventh Heaven. Yet even united, with the nation's fortune backing their sovereign's personal campaign,

they still held no advantage against Yuwen Lie.

Yet at the same time, a hidden unease lingered in their hearts.

Yuwen Lie's presence here signaled one truth: even if Emperor Chen Dingye personally led the army, placing himself as bait in such danger, in the eyes of that war god, Jiang Su,

Chen Dingye's weight was far less than Chen Fubì's!

Or rather—

Chen Dingye's weight was less than Chen Fubì and Li Guanyi's.

Facing Chen Dingye's gamble, that war god Jiang Su did not hesitate a moment—he employed the stratagem of Concealing the Sky and Crossing the Sea, turning Chen Dingye's boldness against him, making the world believe he would march to punish Chen Dingye.

He withdrew Yuwen Lie, replaced him with another general, and personally rushed to the Western Frontier battlefield.

He did not even turn back to acknowledge Chen Dingye's grandeur.

It was merely a trick—what was there to remark on?

The Chen Emperor?

A joke!

In this world, no achievement could draw Jiang Su's eye more than defeating the Wolf King and the son of Tai Ping Gong—Qin Wu Hou.

Ye Chongdao murmured, "That proud emperor must be burning with rage now."

Zhou Xianping nodded.

For a proud man, the greatest humiliation is not defeating him.

It is ignoring him.

In this situation, the Chen Emperor had staked everything—his grandeur, courage, resolve, his very life—yet was ignored by the war god. Even Ye Chongdao, so cold and solemn, and Zhou Xianping, so bold and straightforward, would feel furious if placed in his shoes.

At that moment, a vast military force suddenly strengthened them once more.

It was Chen Dingye.

Ye Chongdao and Zhou Xianping froze, then realized—the Chen Emperor had pushed his entire army forward. On his face burned fury and killing intent; hatred and defiance in his eyes nearly took physical form, yet he gripped the sword of the Chen monarch with iron resolve.

"Ignore me…?"

"Very well. Very well."

"It is my disgrace—but the nation's fortune. Forward, all three armies!"

Chen Dingye's gaze was cold and lethal: "If I die, the Wolf King advances; if the Wolf King is trapped, then let us be the spearhead—and let the northern borderlands of the Ying state pay the price!"

Chen Dingye personally led the charge. Simultaneously, the army of the Great Tian Kehan of the Tujue steppe appeared on the northern flank of the battlefield. Amid the thunder of hooves, the Iron Futu—the so-called king of heavy cavalry—reappeared upon the Central Plains battlefield.

The Chen nation's Night Gallop Cavalry, the Ying nation's Tiger-Marauders, the Tujue Iron Futu.

The three strongest armies of three hundred years of chaos.

All deployed at once upon the northern battlefield of the Central Plains.

The intensity of this battlefield surged instantly, no less fierce than the chaos unfolding in the Western Frontier—the aged Tian Kehan of the steppe, the Chen nation's resentful Poisonous Dragon, and the Ying nation's aloof, icy divine general.

All were now in the game.

………………

Li Guanyi's eyes saw clearly the shifts in battlefield martial killing intent: the Wolf Army's soul-killing intent representing the Wolf King's force visibly fractured. His pupils contracted.

Among famed generals, each vied for dominance—he instantly judged the situation, spurred his steed forward, and reached Chen Wenmian and Tian Kehan Qibili's side. "Wenmian, give me the Wolf King's battle seal!"

Chen Wenmian, puzzled, still unhesitatingly unfastened the seal from his waist and threw it to Li Guanyi. With this seal, upon entering the Wolf King's army, he could further harness the military momentum.

Li Guanyi's gaze was calm: "Wenmian. Tian Kehan Qibili."

Chen Wenmian startled, then solemnly replied, "Your servant is here."

Tian Kehan Qibili said, "Here!"

Li Guanyi said, "The military momentum has shifted—the Wolf King's vanguard force has suddenly weakened. Something is amiss. You two lead the Golden Crescent Blade Cavalry, sweep forward along the flank—do not charge head-on. I will go investigate myself."

Li Guanyi leapt into the air. The Fire Qilin on his shoulder leapt out, roaring—a sound shaking the four directions. Water and fire energies swirled, revealing its true form. Now, the Qilin was fiercer than ever before; its scales, once blazing crimson-gold, had turned deep, somber dark gold.

As it charged, qi leaked from the edges of its scales, forming azure flames.

Its feet trod upon water clouds, its body draped in blue frost, clad in golden armor, spewing violet lightning—majestic, auspicious radiance. Li Guanyi rode upon the Qilin's back, grasped the Tiger Roar Heaven Halberd in one hand, and with the other, took the great banner from Yan Xuanji.

The Qilin roared, galloping across auspicious clouds.

At tremendous speed, it raced toward the battlefield's center. Li Guanyi and the Qilin, both Seventh Heaven cultivators, could stand against a Ninth Heaven. Now, joining forces with the Wolf King against their common foe was their greatest chance of victory.

The Qilin's auspicious form moved faster than its fiery form ever had.

Soon, it reached the Wolf King's forces—but all he saw was chaos. Li Guanyi's expression hardened in disbelief: the Wolf King's elite had been reduced to such a pitiful state by the Ying army.

Li Guanyi knew something had changed. He immediately pulled out Chen Wenmian's seal, declared his identity, and asked for an explanation. One captain who had seen him before recognized him, tried to bow—but his body was too wracked with pain to move. He could only gasp:

"We—we were tricked!"

"Cough… cough… we were tricked…"

The captain coughed, his light armor soaked in blood. Li Guanyi dismounted from the Qilin and used the Huang Ji Jing Shi Book to heal him. The captain seemed to regain some strength, his eyes brightening slightly.

He grasped Li Guanyi's arm and said:

We originally thought it was Yuwen Lie coming, and had already prepared ourselves.

But the one who came was not Yuwen Lie—it was Jiang Su!

General Xiao intercepted him; Jiang Su initially suppressed his Wu Gong, but on the second strike, he suddenly exploded in power—General Xiao Wuliang was unprepared, lost the initiative immediately, and was defeated on the third strike.

Cough, cough, cough—General Xiao Wuliang lost an arm and is now leading his men back toward the central command, but his injuries are too severe, Qin Wu Hou, please go help…

The Captain gripped Li Guanyi's arm tightly; as he spoke with growing agitation, blood sprayed from his mouth. Li Guanyi said: "I understand, you first…" His voice trailed off—the Wolf King's Captain was already dead from his wounds.

On the battlefield, it is always like this: life and death, the tide of fate surging forward.

Li Guanyi reached out and closed the Captain's eyes, then rose again and sat upon the Fire Qilin.

Li Guanyi's gaze, sharp and clear, fixed on the not-distant place where the Wolf King's war spirit and another divine general's war spirit clashed—one was the Wolf King's army's momentum, the other was Jiang Su.

Could this man's war spirit be himself?

Li Guanyi's expression remained calm.

The so-called military strategy of the School of Warfare—meet with the orthodox, triumph with the unexpected—the young divine general had his own courage and audacity, but the greatest divine general of the world also had his own stratagems and methods, all-out tactics, the final clash being what is called the contest of heroes.

Li Guanyi and the Fire Qilin galloped forward, gathering scattered troops along the way with the Wolf King Seal, uniting thousands, charging toward the central command, soon arriving at the central command—banners flaring, the Wolf King's war spirit roaring, the divine general Jiang Su fighting alone against multiple generals.

The Wolf King's various generals and the Khans of the Western rebellious armies were all invincible in their own domains, leaving behind legendary names—but against the divine general Jiang Su, none were a match; all met the same fate: cut down in mere exchanges.

And Jiang Su's aura was calm, grand, like strolling through a quiet courtyard.

This aura, these methods—completely different from the solemn old man Li Guanyi first met!

The lone Grand Tutor of Ying State, Jiang Su.

And the divine general Jiang Su, clad in armor, charging across the chaotic battlefield.

Almost two different people.

Li Guanyi saw the Wolf King within the central command, leading the main force, wielding his double-edged battle blade, wearing a helm and armor—but even the combined might of the Wolf King's army could not match the divine general. The divine general, calm and indifferent, said:

"Chen Fubì, I now answer the question you and Li Wanli asked back then."

He swept his divine spear, and several heads flew into the air—blood and martial aura surged skyward, the stench so fierce it made the scalp tingle. Xiao Wuliang charged forward, dying to reach him, noticed Li Guanyi, and froze—his gaze swept the area, failing to spot Chen Wenmian.

Then he looked at Li Guanyi and roared: "GO!!!!"

"Don't come closer!!!"

For the first time, Li Guanyi saw such intense emotion on this famed general's face.

Shock, disbelief, sorrow, resentment, and a faint trace of dread.

Li Guanyi had no time to ponder further—he simply said:

"General Xiao Wuliang, let us join forces!"

"Together with the Wolf King, we shall overthrow this enemy!"

The Fire Qilin's eyes were nearly red; staring at the divine general, still as calm as ever, strolling like in days of old, it let out a mighty roar: "Jiang Su!!!"

Water and fire energies surged from its body, colliding into violet lightning.

Within Li Guanyi, the legendary martial energy left by the Wolf King stirred subtly; facing the First Divine General, Li Guanyi held nothing back—he and the Fire Qilin united, their two eighth-tier primordial energies merging.

Numerous manifestations appeared at once, drenched in Lei Ting; Xiao Wuliang roared and unleashed his full power, charging toward the First Divine General Jiang Su—one on the left, one on the right—but Jiang Su seemed not to see them, merely guiding his divine steed with calm indifference.

Ignoring them entirely.

Left and right—Lei Ting and storm, converging into two ultimate strikes!

Jiang Su remained impassive; as he advanced, his battle spear thrust forward—aimed straight at the Wolf King. The Wolf King unleashed his violent aura, blocking with his weapon—but it was instantly severed.

Jiang Su shattered both Li Guanyi and the Fire Qilin's joint attack, and shattered Xiao Wuliang.

His spear's might remained undiminished.

It pierced straight through the Wolf King's war spirit, then through the Wolf King's armor, emerging from his back—but at that instant, Jiang Su's expression suddenly shifted violently.

Li Guanyi's chest surged with blood and qi, but Xiao Wuliang merely glared at him:

"GO!!!"

Li Guanyi froze—then, as the Wolf King's army momentum scattered, he noticed the Wolf King's difference: the Wolf King's manifestation was not the Heavenly Wolf, but a snarling python. He raised his hand and seized Jiang Su's spear.

Blood poured endlessly from his mouth—his face was unmistakably that of Gu Dao Hui, the former general of Tai Ping Gong who had killed Zhuge Qingkong and two other Tai Ping generals, then infiltrated the Chen court by posing as a son.

"Hah… I've got you, Jiang Su."

Master-level Gu Dao Hui, disguised as the Wolf King, clung tightly to the spear embedded in his body, his eyes fixed on Jiang Su. Jiang Su's face rippled with turmoil—he had failed to recognize the Wolf King as Chen Fubì.

"Where is Chen Fubì!!!"

Gu Dao Hui spat a mouthful of blood onto Jiang Su, roaring: "You schemed to kill my lord!"

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

"Old bastard!!!"

A deep unease surged within Jiang Su.

And at this very moment—

Conflict erupted within Ying State.

The Wolf King's forces had appeared within Ying State's territory!

The wind carried the hiss of swords and spears, thick with slaughter and blood.

Chen Fubì sat atop his warhorse, white hair stirred by the wind; his gaze fixed on the distant city of Ying State. Behind him stood only thirty thousand troops—no logistics, no supplies, no retreat.

His mad campaign against all directions was merely a ruse.

He shattered the Seven Kings of the Turkic.

He seized all territory beyond Xiyicheng and parts of the Turkic grasslands—meaning one strategic possibility:

Crossing treacherous terrain from the northern side of Xiyicheng, south of the Turkic grasslands.

At any cost, infiltrate the heart of Ying State!

Exactly the same strategy Jiang Su, Grand Tutor of Ying State, once used to ambush Chen State.

The governor of a state in Ying Country was bound and kneeling on the ground, his face ashen; all officials in the city were tied up, staring in terror at the madman beside them, clad in iron armor, his brow radiating ferocious dominance.

"Madman! Madman!"

Chen Fubì's white hair stirred slightly; he leaned on his blade and muttered:

"The spring wind of the Central Plains is fine!"

"Truly, what a splendid sight."

The difficulty and slowness of the Military School's territorial advances stemmed solely from one reason: to dismantle the enemy nation's cities and strategic strongholds; otherwise, advancing alone deep into enemy territory with supply lines severed meant certain death.

But what if one did not care about one's own death?

Yu Langwang extended his hand, clad in armor, squinting as he said:

"To punish Xiyicheng—ha!"

"The world underestimates me. Why would anyone think we wish to live? Yet, I and Chen Dingye are still brothers, sharing the same bloodline—what greater achievement could there be in all the world than to overthrow a nation's sovereign?"

The nearby governor, horrified and enraged, understood Chen Fubì's intent.

"Do you want to die, madman!!!"

Chen Fubì burst into loud laughter, his brow radiating overwhelming might: "This body shall surely die—but even as I die, I shall make all under heaven know on this battlefield: a true man does not die on a bed!"

He glanced at the world's famed scholars and said coolly: "Kill them."

Blades flashed in succession; thus, the officials and governor of Ying Country's Dacheng were all slain, their bloodlust spreading further. Yu Langwang sat atop his warhorse, gazing into the distance, then turned to face his thirty-thousand-strong army, smiling broadly and shouting:

"Brothers, we are going to our deaths."

"But before we die, I will take you to do something the world, the countless generations, will never forget!"

The thirty-thousand-strong army stood solemn, deadly silent.

Yu Langwang, mounted on his warhorse, struck his chest with his palm and said:

"I will lead you to trample Ying Country!"

"I will lead you to water our horses in the Central Plains!"

"I will die before you!"

"Down we go—I, Chen Fubì, toast you and beg your pardon!"

Yu Langwang turned, raised his weapon, and smiled softly: "Boy, my chessboard is not some petty Jiangnan martial world. Such a small game cannot possibly suit me."

"My chessboard has long been set."

This mere Western Frontier!

How could it possibly suit the death of a hero?!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and before him appeared that chessboard.

A world of crisscrossing lines, with Shanhe and all its phenomena as the grid, heroes and warriors as the pieces—Yu Langwang's white hair whipped wildly; he lifted his brow, curled his lips, and wore once more that domineering, composed, death-bound yet wildly unrestrained expression.

The warblade in his hand spun once, pointing forward; the warhorse reared up with a long, piercing neigh.

Yu Langwang Chen Fubì let out a thunderous laugh—:

"The World!!!"

"Chen Fubì has come!"

That day, Yu Langwang's isolated force entered Ying Country, seeking death.

They drove straight toward Ducheng, breaking seven cities and seventeen towns.

All officials, great and small, were killed!

To punish Jiang Wanxiang!

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