A God Arrival realm powerhouse, in this world, represents the apex of martial might for any faction.

In a smaller nation, they stand as pillars of the state. In a regional powerhouse like the Zhuang Yong Kingdom, they would be either a Marquis or a Prime Minister, holding either military or political sway.

And within the Great Xia Empire, a realm that once aspired to global dominance, those capable of being enfeoffed as Marquis are no ordinary God Arrival experts!

Even the likes of Zhou Xiong, son of Duke Zhou Ying, a cultivator who has reached the peak of the senior God Arrival realm, could not secure the title of Marquis on his own. Of course, he is heir to his father’s dukedom; were he not to meet an untimely end, his future prospects would extend far beyond his current strength.

The North Village Marquis, Shang Yanhu, who once wrought chaos in the capital of the Li Kingdom and earned the moniker “Barbaric Brave,” was undoubtedly more formidable than Zhou Xiong in every conceivable way.

His mere appearance resulted in the massive Dharma Heaven Earth body of Chong Xuan Sheng being slammed down from the high heavens, saving the Touch Clan’s Crimson Blood Ghost Bat.

That blast of soldier evil caused untold casualties among the Victory Camp soldiers.

This single punch not only left Chong Xuan Sheng reeling but even eluded Jiang Wang’s perception!

It was too fast, too heavy, and utterly unexpected!

The Crimson Blood Ghost Bat, with its broken wing and constricted eye, shrieked in mid-air.

The tide of battle had shifted dramatically.

As the chilling, unyielding fist still seemed to linger in vision, Shang Yanhu had vanished.

With a sudden, almost awkward movement, he closed in on Chong Xuan Sheng, a resounding “clang!” echoing through the air.

A sword light, like the nascent moon rising,
Frost-white sword threads blanketed the sky and earth, surging like a tide, threatening to engulf him. Yet, it was Jiang Wang who had already lunged forward.

His arrival was swift, his strike impeccably precise.

It forced Shang Yanhu to respond with a resounding “clang!”

Shang Yanhu abruptly turned back, meeting the sword with a punch!

As his fist rotated, the North Village Marquis merely cast a wary glance at the young man with his cold, gray eyes, clearly surprised by his courage and strength.

Naturally, this fleeting ripple of emotion did not impede the momentum of his fist in the slightest.

The gray-white fist head struck precisely upon the body of Long Xiangsi, pressing the blade downwards, slamming into Jiang Wang’s chest. It shattered the hastily condensed Amber Fire realm, burst open the protective star light, and sent him crashing backward!

Saving someone?

It demanded a life as the price!

As Jiang Wang’s blood spattered the long sky, Shang Yanhu’s foot twisted, and he suddenly pivoted, closing in with a bizarre yet direct posture, his fist aimed squarely at Jiang Wang.

Meanwhile, the billowing soldierly cloud array, previously shattered by the blast, quickly stabilized, and Chong Xuan Sheng’s colossal form, wreathed in soldier evil, grounded itself, each step echoing with booming sounds.

After the surge of soldier evil clouds, only five hundred seventy-one corpses of fallen soldiers remained at the original spot. The array surged upwards again, rushing directly towards Shang Yanhu.

The soldiers’ bodies on the ground lay scattered, some face down, some face up, their cries of pain silenced, their dreams of returning home to marry forever unrealized.

The soldiers in the air still dedicated their full efforts to the war array, channeling all their qi, blood, and power to their general. As always, they believed themselves capable of being led towards victory.

The dead would surely bring grief to the living, but the living still had to plan for their own survival!

With Chong Xuan Sheng’s wisdom, the current situation was painfully clear.

Grief was useless, panic was useless, evasion was useless.

A thousand strategies, ten thousand schemes, all futile.

Only direct confrontation remained!

Shang Yanhu arrived so swiftly, yet they had no choice but to resist, to desperately fight for a path to survival.

An Outer Building realm cultivator battling a God Arrival expert alone? Impossible!

A soldier array exceeding the extraordinary? Not entirely unfeasible!

In the ancient era, when not everyone could cultivate, the wise of old combined the strength of the multitude, paving the way for the great Dao to manifest in the world by surpassing the heavenly barrier of the extraordinary. The Hundred Schools contended, but on the battlefield, the military school reigned supreme.

Chong Xuan Sheng’s heavy profound power fiercely pushed Jiang Wang away.

The soldierly cloud, like flowing mist, surged upon the enormous palm, covering the sky and hiding the sun, obstructing the path of Shang Yanhu’s gray-white fist.

A giant several tens of *zhang* tall did not need to leap far. A light bound was like a mountain pressing down. A mere lifted palm was like a high wall surrounding them.

The enormous giant’s five fingers suddenly closed, intent on seizing Shang Yanhu in its grasp.

But Shang Yanhu merely parted his two feet, appearing rooted to the mountains and rivers. His gray-white palm flipped upwards, propping up the giant’s five fingers, preventing them from closing!

This was a contest between over two thousand officers and soldiers and a single God Arrival expert.

For a time, a stalemate ensued.

A sword light, aimed at the throat, struck!

Pulled by Chong Xuan Sheng’s heavy profound power, Jiang Wang’s sword was blindingly fast, exceeding his previous limits!

Even his afterimage still lingered in the distance, but his sword had already fallen.

Shang Yanhu seemed completely unable to react.

Long Xiangsi’s sharp edge scraped across his neck with a series of “clang clang clang clang!”

Yet, it only emitted such an uneven, grating sound.

The rough texture made the sword feel as if it were scraping against mountain rocks.

A Golden Body and Jade Bone’s defense should not be this formidable. Jiang Wang’s sword had wounded God Arrival experts before!

Shang Yanhu seemed to possess a Vajra-like body, even firmer than Jing Hai’s Indestructible Dragon Subduing Golden Body.

How could it be broken?

But now… there was no time to ponder this. Shang Yanhu had already reached out, his right hand sweeping down towards Long Xiangsi.

There was still that strange, sudden quality to his movements. Among God Arrival powerhouses, his speed wasn’t particularly outstanding, but with a sort of awkwardness, he could always precisely capture his target.

The gray-white palm approached infinitely.

Jiang Wang’s toes tapped the ground, and he ascended into the blue clouds, soaring upwards three times in rapid succession.

An invisible surge of heavy profound power pulled him towards the empty air on his right!

This strange misstep finally caused even a God Arrival expert like Shang Yanhu to grasp empty air.

“Heh!”

Shang Yanhu let out a slightly surprised cold laugh. His left hand propped up and opened the giant palm. His foot twisted, and his fist closed in on Jiang Wang once more.

He didn’t quite believe that, despite the insurmountable gap in life essence, Jiang Wang could escape danger every single time.

Could the young man from Qi be the reincarnation of a deity?

He stepped into the void, his fist covering the southeast. Before this punch landed, the momentum of his fist had already visibly caused Jiang Wang’s form to sink.

But by the time Shang Yanhu’s fist descended, Jiang Wang’s form had already glided past. As the sword edge swept by, it left a white mark on the tip of his fist!

Shang Yanhu spread open his fists, striking, falling, and shaking the clouds, conjuring fist shadows that filled the sky. For a time, it seemed as if the sky were tilting and the earth was covered, with a sudden downpour of fierce wind and rain.

Heaven and earth were without emotion, his fist reflected his heart.

This was the Hegemon Capital Fist.

His fist covered the world, his heart proved itself.

I say there is no time, and none shall have it. I want time, and none shall lack it!

The gray-white fists were almost omnipresent, and the bombing became increasingly urgent.

But an azure-robed figure, suddenly coming and going, seemed to walk through the thunder in the violent rain!

Azure Cloud Marks appeared and vanished, and the heavy profound power shifted abruptly. With an agility that surpassed any previous moment, Jiang Wang dashed left and right, breaking through Shang Yanhu’s fist momentum lock.

An Outer Building realm cultivator fighting a God Arrival expert.

The situation reached a temporary stalemate, a testament to the remarkable cooperation between Chong Xuan Sheng and Jiang Wang.

But it could not last long.

Because in this tense situation, neither of them could afford any mistakes. A single misstep in cooperation would lead to regrettable consequences. Shang Yanhu’s fists were like a cage, and Jiang Wang’s agile form was like a flying bird.

A bird in a cage is increasingly tightly bound.

Its feathered wings were already clipped, making flight difficult.

Boom rumble!

As Jiang Wang’s form was pulled higher once again, Chong Xuan Sheng’s giant palm, wreathed in the power of soldier evil, descended.

Jiang Wang’s form squeezed out from between the fingers, and the giant palm immediately closed, momentarily dimming the daylight with the force of a tilting sky.

Shang Yanhu was completely fearless. His gray-white fists exploded upwards—opening the giant’s palm!

But the sky did not clear, nor did the clouds part.

What fell was a sword.

Leftward retraction and rightward pressure, dividing mountains, dividing seas, dividing the sun and moon.

Jiang Wang, who had squeezed out from between the giant fingers, flipped in mid-air, reversed his grip on the sword, and unleashed a “Human” character sword strike! It precisely filled the gap left by Chong Xuan Sheng’s opened palm, breaking Shang Yanhu’s possibility of continued pursuit.

Fist against sword!

The momentum of the “Human” character sword was directly destroyed by the momentum of the Hegemon Capital Fist. Jiang Wang was instantly blasted high into the sky—

Another dark blood light shot out directly, almost colliding head-on with Shang Yanhu, who was just about to pursue Jiang Wang.

It was the soul-devouring blood light of that Crimson Blood Ghost Bat!

It was originally intended to attack Jiang Wang, but because Jiang Wang was blasted open by the punch, it instead fell towards Shang Yanhu. Originally, in the first step of squeezing out from the giant’s fingers and leaping high into the sky, Jiang Wang had already conveniently released a Dao technique, Angry Fire, towards the Crimson Blood Ghost Bat.

Although a God Arrival level Crimson Blood Ghost Bat would not be controlled by a super-grade below-level Dao technique, it was still inevitably somewhat irritated. Despite being quite heavily injured and the pain not dissipating, it still drew a cold breath and launched a strike. Yet, Jiang Wang had calculated it perfectly, leading it towards Shang Yanhu.

First breaking the power of the soldier array, then breaking the “Human” character sword strike, and then suddenly encountering the fierce attack of its “comrade.”

Even a powerhouse like Shang Yanhu was somewhat caught off guard!

In haste, he shifted his body and his five fingers slammed down, grasping and pressing down the soul-devouring blood light.

The insubstantial soul-devouring blood light seemed to gain substance in this moment, or perhaps it was pressed into revealing “details,” thus being diverted.

But even so, in the process of the dark blood light intersecting with the gray-white palm, it drew a blood groove on the powerfully defended Shang Yanhu!

This was his first injury in this battle.

Shang Yanhu suddenly turned his head and roared angrily: “Recall that stupid bat!”

The Crimson Blood Ghost Bat used the effort of its only remaining fleshy wing to draw back, like a swimming fish drawing water, and pierced into the deep blue fire curtain. One battlefield, two separate conflicts, each fierce.

It seemed to have returned to the initial state, as if Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan Sheng had led three thousand men to rush to their aid… yet nothing had changed!

It was still one bat and one person double-teaming Chong Xuan Zun!

Only now, there were more corpses of Victory Camp soldiers on the ground, as well as Shang Yanhu, who was stronger than Zhou Xiong, for Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan Sheng to face!

Chong Xuan Sheng, who had reorganized the army array, already felt the weakening of the soldier evil power. Although there were enough Qi Blood Pills to continuously replenish blood qi, the bodies of these soldiers had their limits after all.

If he had more Nine Soldier Army soldiers to rotate, he would naturally not fear a battle of attrition with Shang Yanhu.

But in Sang Fu, deep within the Xia border inland, where could he find even half an aiding soldier?

But then what?

Jiang Wang, floating in the air, was trembling all over at this moment, his internal organs severely shaken. He had only touched and gone, unloading much of the force! The gap between the Outer Building realm and the God Arrival realm was reflected in the result of receiving Shang Yanhu’s punch head-on. If not to guide the killing force of the Crimson Blood Ghost Bat, he would absolutely not be willing to take such a risk. But… then what?

Chong Xuan Sheng and Jiang Wang did not look at each other.

Because they had to focus their greatest attention entirely on Shang Yanhu.

But at this moment, their expressions were unusually unified.

There was no stirring, no anger, only the calmness of facing reality. There was no need to ask why the situation had evolved to this point, a single different thought having a thousand outcomes; they both knew what they had to face.

Breaking through Touch Rang and the Crimson Blood Ghost Bat in the shortest possible time was their only hope of escaping alive with Chong Xuan Zun.

When Shang Yanhu arrived so opportunely, the target to break through now had to include Shang Yanhu. This was extremely difficult.

But this was the only path they could take.

Then let them try.

Both made their move simultaneously!

One person was enormous like a mountain, the other elegant like a banished immortal.

In the complicated and chaotic heavy profound force field, Jiang Wang took the lead with his sword.

Shang Yanhu was fearless, lifting his fist to meet it.

The sword traced a line high in the sky, the fist divided heaven and earth into two doors.

Chong Xuan Sheng’s massive body closely followed Jiang Wang, casting a shadow against the descending sunlight.

The falling sword light was like a towering mountain about to topple, and Shang Yanhu was like the eternally silent earth, his fist rising from a myriad of long valleys.

The heavy profound power suddenly lifted, and Jiang Wang’s sword light, despite its extreme momentum, shifted, perfectly misaligned for a moment. Chong Xuan Sheng’s fist head, like a small mountain, fell down first with a booming sound!

This was a head-on collision without any fancy footwork. Chong Xuan Sheng, with the power of the soldier array, truly collided with a God Arrival expert.

The result was obvious.

Shang Yanhu stood firm, while Chong Xuan Sheng’s enormous body, several tens of *zhang* tall, leaned back.

But in this exchange, Jiang Wang’s vertical sword had already fallen.

The Absolute Peak Tilting Mountain Sword, crashing into Shang Yanhu once more.

Shang Yanhu still met it with a single punch!

That gray-white fist was like a continuous mountain range towering over the earth.

But Jiang Wang’s body suddenly became like floating duckweed, his sword turning, his body no longer his own!

From the extreme state of a heavenly pillar smashing down, it flowed and dissipated into a pool of water, turning into a single leaf.

Fist and sword almost collided before Jiang Wang was blasted away—he flew too fast!

With astonishing speed, he crashed towards Touch Rang, several hundred *zhang* away!

In a relatively weaker state, facing an opponent like Shang Yanhu, his target was actually in another battle—the more advantageous position of Touch Rang.

This kind of fighting choice was truly bold, arrogant, and beyond imagination, making people sigh!

At this moment, Jiang Wang, bathed in wind and fire, felt as if something were burning within his body. All his suppressed power, all his silent endurance, in this moment, transformed into kinetic energy, pushing him to continuously accelerate, continuously forward.

Fast! Faster!

Within the heavy profound force field controlled by Chong Xuan Sheng, all the heavy profound power, whether pushing, squeezing, or pulling, was helping Jiang Wang advance.

And on the side of Chong Xuan Zun, who was locked in a life-and-death struggle with Touch Rang, an incomparably terrifying suction force was also transmitted!

The heavy profound power separated and connected the air!

One pushed, one pulled!

The momentum was like water and fire, two brothers, borrowing Jiang Wang’s sword to achieve perfect cooperation.

Jiang Wang’s speed at this moment had already surpassed sound.

Thus, when his sword struck the rear of Touch Rang, the sword qi roaring like a rolling tide of people—he was silent!

At that moment, Touch Rang had just been forced back by Chong Xuan Zun’s desperate knife strike. His back and Jiang Wang’s sword seemed to have a tacit understanding in this moment, destined to make contact.

It was impossible to evade any longer.

A deep blue flame, like ice flowers, ignited and condensed around Touch Rang’s body.

Long Xiangsi was obstructed for a moment in the deep blue flame, losing a massive amount of sword qi, before crashing into Touch Rang’s back.

Touch Rang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His person seemed to extinguish with the flowing flame, and when he reignited, he appeared on the back of the Crimson Blood Ghost Bat.

His face was pale. Regardless of his gold body and jade marrow, his divine and bright constitution, he had still nearly taken Jiang Wang’s sword head-on. At this moment, he stood on the back of the Crimson Blood Ghost Bat, almost unsteady.

Although not dead, Jiang Wang, Chong Xuan Zun, and Chong Xuan Sheng, through this perfect cooperation, had successfully severely wounded Touch Rang. Finally, they saw a glimmer of hope in reversing this chase and kill!

But at this time, a refined voice rang out—

“Touch Rang, ah, Touch Rang, how could you let a junior strike you like this?”

A man in a flowing Confucian robe with large sleeves walked slowly from the high sky to the east, shaking his head, his tone full of regret.

“This humble one is Li Fu.” His gaze swept over Jiang Wang, Chong Xuan Zun, and Chong Xuan Sheng, offering a very elegant bow: “It is a pleasure to meet several Heavenly Proud from Great Qi!”

The Marquis of Guang Ping, Li Fu, from the Great Xia Empire!

Before his words fell.

Boom rumble!

The southern sky rolled like thunder, and a nine-foot-tall man descended, his voice like a great bell: “Is Jin An Hu Dou Jian really old? It truly makes Xue regretful!”

The Marquis of Yang Ling, Xue Chang, from the Great Xia Empire!

Immediately after, from the northern sky, in the direction of Daye Prefecture, a person dragged a heavy knife, the blade leaving deep marks in the ground.

This person, clad in armor and helmet, only looked at the blood-stained white clothes of Chong Xuan Zun.

“We meet again, Chong Xuan Zun. This time, where do you plan to escape?”

It was indeed Jin Ling, who had fought Chong Xuan Zun in Linwu Prefecture before and had already chased him down once.

The Marquis of An Guo, from Great Xia!