Of course, it is recalled that at that time, Jiang Wang journeyed ten thousand li, and Zhong Xuan Sheng risked entering the Tianfu Secret Realm.

The Tianfu Secret Realm, its value severely underestimated and its danger level exceedingly high, was not the first choice for disciples of top-tier renowned sects. Xu Xiangqian entered purely to broaden his horizons, and Li Longchuan, with accompanying friends, possessed the confidence to merely sightsee. Only Zhong Xuan Sheng was utterly devoid of resources, compelled to hazard the realm for a slim chance at gaining leverage. And at that time, Wang Yiwu entered the realm precisely to crush Zhong Xuan Sheng’s hopes!

Of course, it is remembered that precisely due to Zhong Xuan Zun’s brilliance, his radiant presence in Linzi, Zhong Xuan Sheng was forced to strive ceaselessly, expending all effort to contend with him. An Innate Dao Vein like Zhong Xuan Zun’s seemed to bestow upon him everything from birth. Zhong Xuan Sheng, even with Jiang Wang’s aid, still exhausted himself completely, only to finally earn the qualification to compete fairly on this Fa Xia battlefield.

Of course, it is remembered how, in the western suburbs of Linzi, beneath the Pointing General Platform, before ten thousand troops, Zhong Xuan Zun took a single step and achieved God Arrival, thoroughly securing the victory and defeat of the vanguard contest!

Zhong Xuan Zun’s actions and placements bore a striking resemblance to the style of the Sword of Chopping Delusion.

Before the Fa Xia campaign even commenced, he directly volunteered, with the courage to face life and death and the strength to tower above the three armies, to vie for a position in the Fa Xia vanguard. This was a strategic placement, aimed directly at the vital point.

If Zhong Xuan Sheng had not responded to this maneuver, he would have already lost momentum!

Thus, Jiang Wang, in a state of incomplete preparation, went forth to battle against him, establishing his four Outer Tower levels on the spot.

Zhong Xuan Sheng later claimed that Zhong Xuan Zun deliberately waited until the start of Fa Xia to achieve God Arrival, using this to suppress the momentum of both himself and Jiang Wang, thus prioritizing the contest for the Bo Wang Marquis position above the Fa Xia war. While these words were deliberately harsh, they were not entirely without merit.

Forcing Jiang Wang out before the ten thousand troops, to witness the final scenes of the Outer Tower Realm, to settle the initial regret beneath the Guanhe Platform, achieving a regretless God Arrival—this also served to establish an invincible might, to crush the fighting spirit of both Jiang Wang and Zhong Xuan Sheng!

These things, Zhong Xuan Sheng remembers, and Jiang Wang also remembers.

But seeing Zhong Xuan Zun in danger on the battlefield, Jiang Wang still pursued without hesitation.

At any time, he would choose to stand by Zhong Xuan Sheng’s side, thus making him inherently an enemy, not a friend, of Zhong Xuan Zun.

Of course, he was not someone who enjoyed being defeated.

Being defeated by Zhong Xuan Zun before ten thousand troops was not a pleasant experience.

He had exhausted all his efforts, even employing the Dao Path Sword which he had not yet fully controlled, yet ultimately, there was no possibility of challenging that single stroke that achieved a regretless God Arrival…

In the end, he calmly faced defeat.

Naturally, there were those who cheered for him, but those who reviled him and wished to trample him into the mud were not few.

How many people cursed him as undeserving of fame, how many mocked him as merely “so-so.”

Once worshipped as an idol, later trampled like yellow earth.

Such and such, all began with defeat.

But however unpleasant it was, he never harbored resentment towards Zhong Xuan Zun because of that battle.

Competing before ten thousand troops, of course, each relied on their ability. Zhong Xuan Zun’s first step, his regretless God Arrival, was Zhong Xuan Zun’s ability. Zhong Xuan Zun being several years older, cultivating for several more years, was also Zhong Xuan Zun’s ability!

He never hated what he perceived as unfair fate, only hated whether he had not strived enough, why he was not strong enough.

From beginning to end, his standing opposite Zhong Xuan Zun was entirely because of Zhong Xuan Sheng. Just as in the Shanhai Realm, he also directly confronted Dou Zhao for Zuo Guangshu.

The two sides could certainly be considered opponents; their multiple contests for the Bo Wang Marquis position could also be called an early accumulation of resentment.

But on the battlefield, as comrades in the Qi army, how could private resentment compare to public justice?

If he disregarded this today, allowing Zhong Xuan Zun to perish, the name of Great Qi Empire’s first heavenly pride would indeed be unshakable.

But what kind of first heavenly pride was that which Jiang Wang desired!

Just as he seized the championship at the Yellow River Meeting, he first defeated Chong Tong Xiang Bei, then Tianfu Qin Zhizhen, then Jue Dian Huang Sheri; every match was a difficult battle.

It was contending for brilliance amongst a myriad of stars, rather than a crane standing amongst chickens!

Everything he possessed today, not a single piece was yielded by others. Not a single piece was obtained by harming others.

He had come this way, and everything he pursued, he had to pursue uprightly and properly. Whether winning or losing, whether in honor or shame, he had to prove it himself!

Indeed, if Zhong Xuan Zun were to die on the Fa Xia battlefield, the Bo Wang Marquis contest would be without suspense. Even if Zhong Xuan Sheng were to do nothing from this day forth, no one could contend with him again.

But what kind of Bo Wang Marquis title was that which Zhong Xuan Sheng sought?

What Zhong Xuan Sheng desired was to, in fair competition, use his wisdom to reclaim everything that originally belonged to him. What he desired was to uprightly and properly wash away all the grievances he had suffered from a young age.

He needed no one’s comfort, no one’s retreat; he would stand up for himself!

Jiang Wang understood Zhong Xuan Sheng, just as Zhong Xuan Sheng understood Jiang Wang!

Thus, one in front and one behind, they both made their decisions without hesitation. And once again, they walked towards each other!

With the same aspirations and converging paths, they were like brothers.

With spirits that could be mutually cast, they were truly close friends!

Jiang Wang’s body verticalized into a green cloud, rapidly flying forward.

Zhong Xuan Sheng led the cavalry army, sweeping away the soldier’s malevolence behind.

Thus they galloped upon the land of Sangfu.

Just as they had in the past, experiencing all choices.

They had times when they did not agree, but in the end, they always supported each other.

Auspicious green clouds continuously surged out. As Jiang Wang stepped upon the cloud and flew rapidly, he had already begun to lead the power of the distant Star Bend. The Five Mansions shook, the Four Towers simultaneously shone, starlight bathed his body, and intent accumulated on his sword.

Only battle intent, without an ounce of fear.

That one bat beast chasing and killing Zhong Xuan Zun was almost equal to the combat power of two God Arrival level cultivators.

Jiang Wang asked himself if he could entangle them for several rounds, waiting for Zhong Xuan Sheng to lead the army to catch up. Combining their forces, it might not be impossible to battle one of the God Arrival combat powers.

Even if Zhong Xuan Zun was heavily injured, in a one-on-one situation, he surely wouldn’t be chased and forced to flee again?

He judged that the Xia Country side would necessarily have strong hands blocking the four roads. The only possibility for rescuing Zhong Xuan Zun now was to engage in a fierce battle here, concentrating superior forces, striving for a gap.

Breaking through the blockade net still offered a slim chance of victory.

Zhong Xuan Zun could not be allowed to escape again!

Jiang Wang’s rapidly approaching figure was, of course, captured by both sides in the midst of the pursuit.

Zhong Xuan Zun had at that time been leading a vanguard camp of three thousand men, assaulting the Great Xia Imperial Tomb. At this moment, only a solitary figure remained, fighting and retreating.

What kind of tragic pursuit and killing he had endured, this much needed no further explanation.

This once crown jewel of Linzi’s contemporary generation, this splendid and noble young master, was now clad in white clothes stained with blood, his temples dishevelled, his right hand unnaturally bent backward, clearly broken.

But his left hand still tightly clutched the Moon Wheel Knife. Those pitch-black ink pupils were at this moment devoid of emotion. A cold and severe killing aura almost filled his eyebrows.

No hint of green mountains or bright skies was seen, only an isolated, steep coldness that repelled people for a thousand li.

And the person battling him was a thin-faced middle-aged man with a willow mustache, splendid clothes draped over his body, a jade belt around his waist, feet stepping on a bat beast, controlling nether fire with his gaze, shaking heaven and earth, strong and unrivaled.

He was precisely the contemporary head of the Great Xia Chu Clan, Chu Rang, who had been given the title of “Tiger Pocket Mirror of Jin’an” in his youth!

This person had risen to fame in the border prefecture of Jin’an Fu. Due to his outstanding performance in the war against Liang, he then defeated many of his clansmen in a single stroke, taking over the Great Xia Chu Clan.

Among those who competed with him in the past were talents like Chu Shuo, the guard of Huyang Pass.

And ultimately, it was he who laughed last.

It could be said that the previous generation’s Chu Rang was the Tai Yin and Chu Mian of this generation. Even more advantageous than them, he was unbeatable amongst his peers.

Having achieved God Arrival many years ago, he would, of course, not ignore Jiang Wang’s pursuit.

Originally, this branch of the Qi army would just pass by. The most important thing now was to kill the newly emerged absolute heavenly pride of Qi Country, to wash away the shame of the humiliation suffered at the First Emperor’s Tomb. Guiyi City was high and its walls thick; how could these few people shake it?

He had participated in the pursuit for so long, and with great difficulty had forced Zhong Xuan Zun into a desperate situation. Naturally, he did not want any accidents.

But the Qi people had the audacity, mere Outer Tower cultivation, several thousand remnants, yet they actually dared to come to aid!

The person on the back of the red-blooded ghost bat’s killing intent rose with a single thought. He pressed down with a backhand, and a hiss, hiss, hiss sounded…

Nether blue dark fire shuttled into lines, emitting a sharp whistling wind sound. The nether blue fire lines instantly wove into a net, almost covering half the sky, falling head-on towards that green-shirted newcomer!

From a distance, Zhong Xuan Sheng’s voice boomed: “Be careful, this is Xuanming Sacred Fire! This person is Chu Rang!”

A master of a renowned sect was, of course, worthy of vigilance.

Even before this reminder, Jiang Wang had already detected danger. He immediately flipped his hand and pressed out the Bi Fang Seal! The virtual shadow of the divine bird Bi Fang spread its wings and soared into the sky behind him.

Setting him off like a god or Buddha illuminating the world.

And the red Samadhi True Fire thus surged forth, billowing into a sea!

Divine ability flames, without reservation, rolled a great tide that covered heaven and earth.

The Samadhi True Fire, which “understands its three flavors, burning everything,” met the Xuanming Sacred Fire, which “is extremely cold and freezing, burning and killing in the nine nether.”

Red clashed with blue…

And red was submerged!

Leaping red flames stopped leaping.

Scorching flame light lost its scorching.

Samadhi True Fire was almost frozen with a single touch!

The torrential red fire sea froze at a terrifying speed. Before it could fundamentally “understand its three flavors,” it had already solidified. The roaring, burning red fire sea instantly seemed to congeal into red colored glass. Only the densely packed nether blue fire lines, still like spirit snakes, freely moved within the red colored glass fire sea!

This was an extremely beautiful scene.

But fatal danger also flowed within.

This forest of nether blue fire lines was chillingly cold. Even just seeing it, one could feel the cold.

As they surged forward madly, the temperature of this square of heaven and earth suddenly dropped. Even with Jiang Wang’s body, which had been reinforced multiple times, he felt his flesh and blood being frozen stiff.

Good divine ability!

Not unworthy of being the head of a renowned sect family, a true God Arrival strong one!

Jiang Wang was startled but not chaotic. Chang Xiangsi chopped horizontally with a single stroke. Ten thousand sword silks, like a flowing waterfall, counterattacked its person. He had already chopped out Frost Snow Bright!

At the same time, he lightly exhaled, and a frosty white wind drifted out.

Every fire line of the Xuanming Sacred Fire was nimble and unparalleled, as if possessing its own vivid attack intent. The woven nether blue fire net undulated in the air, as if in waves.

But the moon-white sword silks whistled over the upper air of the red fire sea, yet in the next instant, together with the fire sea, they were all soaked in nether blue color.

The nether blue color climbed up the surface of the moon-white sword silks, freezing this Frost Snow Bright, which represented Jiang Wang’s extreme sword move!

The gap between Outer Tower cultivators and God Arrival cultivators was a gap in life essence.

Especially Chu Rang was absolutely no ordinary God Arrival!

Those nether blue fire lines did not freeze Zhong Xuan Zun’s Moon Wheel Knife, yet they easily froze Jiang Wang’s Samadhi True Fire, then froze the ten thousand sword silks fused with Dao Yuan and star power, still moving forward!

At this time, the Bu Zhou Wind had already blown.

Like an unbearable dark dream, it blew and shattered in the frost wind.

The nether blue fire net was blown out a huge hole.

The Bu Zhou Wind, which represented extreme killing power, finally completed its breakthrough against the Xuanming Sacred Fire after both Samadhi True Fire and Frost Snow Bright were frozen.

But all this was not yet the end.

That broken nether blue fire net floated strangely in mid-air.

Then, in the next instant, from within that nether blue dark fire, one by one twisted and strange shadows drilled out. Their bodies wore white paper armor, their hands held evil ghost forks, their eyes burned with blue fire, and they were swift as lightning!

Chu Rang’s divine ability seed had already blossomed. In the Xuanming Sacred Fire, Nine Nether Ghost Generals were born.

Their speed was terrifyingly fast.

At the same time their bodies appeared, they had already pounced towards Jiang Wang. Densely packed strange shadows, like a mountain collapsing, like a sea pouring, instantly buried him!

All seemed to have quieted down.

But in the next moment, five groups of blazing light pierced through the dark shadows. A straight, sky-supporting sword momentum suddenly exploded open.

That incomparably brilliant sword light, like a white sun exploding on the spot!

The densely packed Nine Nether Ghost Generals and the forest-cold piercing nether blue flames were swept away.

A sword immortal person, cloaked in fire and with eyes shining with golden light, thus descended upon the human world!

“Zhong Xuan Zun! Can you still fight or not!?”

That figure above the green cloud drank out such a clear sound, thus causing thunder to roll.

Boom boom boom!

Zhong Xuan Zun suddenly turned back, his eyes cold, his knife light even colder. Without a shred of hesitation, he chopped horizontally across his eyebrows, wiping towards Chu Rang’s face!

“How can I not?!”

What he pursued was perfection, was control, was the inability to have a single flaw. In this life, he had rarely been so intense.

But he had indeed not thought that it would be Jiang Wang who came to save him.

In this moment of near-death, it would be that sly fat little brother who led the army to pursue.

He had originally already avoided it, not wanting to involve anyone again.

From the 26th of December, Dao Calendar 3920, when he saved the sealed Xia Emperor on behalf of the Qi Emperor in the Great Xia Imperial Tomb, until today, the 6th of January, Dao Calendar 3921.

He had always been pursued and killed.

Continuously fighting, continuously breaking through, the people by his side continuously decreasing, yet more and more Xia Country strong ones participated in this pursuit and killing—in his original judgment, the strong ones the Xia army could draw out were very limited. The biggest danger should only be in that battle at the Imperial Tomb. He assaulted the city tower, drove away the defeated soldiers,

Disrupted the enemy’s formation, lured the snake out of its hole and then struck it hard… After enduring a thousand hardships, breaking through the Great Xia Imperial Tomb in a single stroke, everything after should have been smooth sailing, right?

A chaotic eastern line of Xia Country, no matter how surging, it would be difficult to surround him to death.

The advantage of the Qi army would only grow larger and larger, while the Xia army would only become more and more powerless.

This judgment should not be wrong!

In the first few days, it was indeed as he expected. There were not a few Xia Country generals who came pursuing in anger, one by one treating him like a father-killing enemy. But in terms of intensity, it was actually not that strong.

He even had the leisure to wander between various mansions, interspersing with training soldiers.

But starting from yesterday, many Xia Country strong ones appeared on the land, many to an unimaginable extent! As if the Xia Country people had already given up the entire eastern line war situation,

Only to quickly kill him, Zhong Xuan Zun!

The war situation turned sharply downhill overnight.

Not to mention any perfection, any demeanor.

His arm was even bent backward by a single fist.

Only endless escape, and a sharply compressed escape range.

The newly surrendered Liu Yitao died, and Zhong Xin, who had followed him for many years, died.

Not a single one of the three thousand vanguard camp he brought out survived!

He had never been so miserable before. Even when he was initially in the **Misty Realm**, with Outer Tower cultivation, being chased and killed by the Sea Clan King, at least he had not implicated others!

A proud person like him did not fear sacrifice, did not fear fighting to the death, did not fear challenging his own limits and verifying his own courage between life and death.

What he feared was brewing all the bitter fruits; it was his mistake!

Was he wrong to insist on assaulting into Great Ye?

Was his judgment wrong to think that after breaking through the Great Xia Imperial Tomb, the several thousand li of Xia land on the eastern line would be smooth sailing?

The Dao Path delusion can be chopped away; life’s choices, how can they be exhausted and decided by a knife?!

Jiang Wang’s one sound, “Can you still fight or not,” instantly ignited his surging killing intent, making him feel a kind of intensity and boiling never before experienced.

He grasped the Moon Wheel Knife with one hand, his body covered in sun wheel light, his blood-stained white clothes fluttering in the rapid wind, once again facing Chu Rang head-on!

You, Jiang Qingyang, dare to come and save me; how could I, Zhong Xuan Zun, let you look down on me!

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