Immortality begins with the sword of ignorance

"How can this be?!!"

Shock, confusion, doubt, fear...and fear.

Witnessing the result of the battle with his own eyes, Hou Hua, the eldest son of the commander of the Montenegrin Army, had an expression that kept changing.

However, in the end, out of fear, he did not stop, but waved his robe, gritted his teeth and gave the order to charge.

"Black Mountain Army, charge later!"

"Roar!"

Unlike the second son, the eldest son Hou Hua's strength is at the innate peak, and he is only one step away from being a master.

And as the legitimate son, he was obviously more valued, and therefore, the legion he commanded was not heavy infantry, but heavy armored cavalry.

The cavalry were not only stronger than the infantry as a whole, but the horses they rode were red-scaled horses with some demonic beast blood.

More than ten thousand knights, coupled with more than ten thousand horses, charged like a flash flood or an earthquake.

The ground shook as they charged.

The violent charge gave people a feeling of being unstoppable for a moment.

Seeing this, the Yunxiao Sect monk, who had just experienced the battle and had not yet breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again.

Some people, especially because of the actions of their eldest son Hou Hua, felt that the Montenegro Army had surrendered to the other side.

Yue Qianqian, on the other hand, looked at it for a while, then sheathed the flying sword and withdrew it from its scabbard.

Then, she looked at Zhong Cang with complicated eyes for a while, and said calmly: "This army has no murderous intent. They are not charging with the idea of ​​siege or even fighting."

Hearing this, Zhong Cang understood something instantly.

"deterrence?"

"Um."

"Haha, according to what I heard, the dynasties in this world are all just wallflowers, swinging back and forth between us and the Wanling Demon Sect, asking for benefits from both sides. Now, they should be anxious after seeing the failure of the Demon Sect. They want to intimidate us and prevent us from tipping the balance.”

After saying this, the monk who was doing the analysis looked at Zhong Cang respectfully, clasped his fists and asked.

"Senior Brother Zhong, what should we do?"

Not only the analyzing monks looked over, the rest of the people also looked at Zhong Cang, waiting for his decision.

This kind of standing still, saying nothing, but becoming the focus of everyone's attention also represents Zhong Cang's current status and prestige.

To be honest, before this battle, Zhong Cang had gained some leadership rights in the team due to his status as an inner disciple and his strength in the middle of the eighth level of Qi training.

But at that time, not all of this team obeyed his orders. Yue Qianqian and a few others were capable of competing with him for leadership.

In fact, because of Zhong Cang's previous reputation of "avoiding battles" and "cowardly", the Yunxiao Sect monks were more willing to listen to Yue Qianqian than Zhong Cang.

However, this concept was shattered to pieces in the battle just now.

With one step, three thousand people fell to their knees. This alone was enough to make people's hearts palpitate and make them respect Zhong Cang.

Later, Zhong Cang, who was in harmony with Tianxin, showed various terrifying abilities.

Gravity crushing, gravitational pull, spell control... each of these terrifying abilities, and the ability to make the opponent's spells go berserk at a glance, shocked the monks' outlook on life.

"Is this an ability you have during the Qi refining stage?"

After the shock, there is ecstasy and relief.

The monk's great power is attributed to himself, but because of this, he also agrees with the concept of respecting the strong.

Especially in war, having such a powerful commander can give them a higher chance of survival.

Later, Zhong Cang hid behind him and used his third vision and god mode to assist everyone, making their respect for Zhong Cang even higher.

"Strong but not arrogant, such a peerless talent, who doesn't show off for himself, but is willing to help us and not let any of us die... I will definitely follow this senior brother!"

Ordinary monks have this idea. The rescued monk looked at Zhong Cang as if he were his reborn parents. This made Zhong Cang's prestige rise to the extreme for a while, and because of this, everyone was waiting for his decision.

And Zhong Cang, who was looked up to by everyone, could also feel that no matter what decision he made, his fellow disciples and brothers would follow.

This also made Zhong Cang feel heavy and made him determined.

Looking at the charging knights in the distance, Zhong Cang sighed and shook his head:

"sorry……"

The reason why he apologized was that Zhong Cang knew that the behavior of the Black Mountain Legion could not be called wrong.

And the behavior of Yunxiao Sect cannot be called justice.

This is their world, their home, and the resources here belong to them who grow up here.

The arrival of Yunxiao Sect is to plunder their resources.

Therefore, their resistance can be called justice.

Unfortunately, reality is not a fairy tale. There is no clear distinction between black and white, and there is no certainty that justice will prevail. Instead, weakness is the original sin.

"The exploration of the lower realm is the general trend of the Beiyuan State Territory. Others are exploring, but the Yunxiao Sect will not move. In less than thirty years, we will be the weak ones."

"And being weak is the original sin. I don't want to die, let alone the sect's defeat, so I'm sorry!"

As the last sentence of "I'm sorry" fell, Zhong Cang's eyes rolled up, his pupils were pure white, and there was no trace of any emotional fluctuations.

In this state, Zhong Cang is as cold and heartless as the sky.

Staring at the opposite side in this state, Zhong Cang raised his right foot and stepped forward slowly...

Seeing this scene, many of the fellow disciples surrounding Zhong Cang showed expressions of ecstasy.

Some people even shivered with excitement.

"hiss……"

"coming soon!"

"Are we going to see that move again!"

All the Yunxiao Sect monks were ecstatic about the scene they were about to witness.

Such a scene also made Hou Hua, the eldest son of the Black Mountain Legion, know that his deterrence plan had failed.

He wanted to charge with thousands of troops and use the unrivaled power of the heavy cavalry to scare the monks, so that they would not dare to be too intimidating to them.

But now, the look on the monk's face told him that those people were not afraid, but were looking forward to something.

"Oh, I know that monks are not so easily intimidated... But, what are they expecting?"

The reluctance and doubt in his heart made Hou Hua lead his army to continue charging while widening his eyes and searching the front.

He didn't search for a long time, and soon he saw Zhong Cang, whose pupils were pure white and devoid of any emotion.

The moment he met those cold and heartless eyes, a tremor of fear and heart palpitations broke out in Hou Hua's heart.

"Danger!"

"You can't be your enemy."

In Hou Hua's eyes, Zhong Cang, whose eyes turned white, could no longer be called a 'human', but a 'god' like a mountain or the sky!

Zhong Cang's steps lifted up and fell down, like a god executing divine punishment.

This scene made him couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to stop his men's charge.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Rumble..."

This is the sound of thousands of horses galloping and the earth trembling.

This sound is powerful and passionate, like the roar of a mountain torrent or the roar of the waves, giving people an unrivaled power, as if any creature in front can be torn apart by heavy cavalry.

And they can really do it.

Cavalry, especially heavy cavalry, was the god of war in ancient feudal society.

When mobilized, they can crush any enemy.

Unfortunately, at this moment, they are not dealing with 'human beings'.

"Om..."

This soft sound was the sound of Zhong Cang's right foot landing.

This voice is very light, very light.

But as Zhong Cang lowered his right foot, a surprising scene appeared.

The soft sound of falling footsteps actually suppressed the sound of thousands of troops galloping.

The trembling ground also calmed down with Zhong Cang's foot.

At this time, the panic in Hou Hua's heart also reached the extreme.

"No!!!"

He subconsciously roared to stop it, but unfortunately, he was so weak that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

When Zhong Cang's right foot fell, the world became silent.

The next moment, "Rumble...", an even louder sound appeared in the array of galloping armies.

But this time, the mighty sound no longer gave people the feeling of being invincible.

On the contrary, it makes people feel miserable.

...The majestic gravity suddenly fell. Under the mountain-like gravity, the charging soldiers all fell to the ground as if they had been crushed by the sky.

But this time, the army led by Hou Hua was even more miserable than the army led by the second son.

As for the reasons, one is that Zhong Cang is no longer hiding. This time he releases the gravity technique with the assistance and blessing of a giant mountain tortoise.

Another reason is that the eldest son Hou Hua led the cavalry.

Compared with infantry, cavalry is faster and has stronger impact.

But because of this, the sudden pressure of gravity had a greater impact on them.

The magnificent galloping horses almost all had their legs broken under the sudden gravity.

The soldiers on horseback were even thrown off because their horses stumbled.

Suddenly, the galloping of thousands of troops turned into a mass of darkness.

"Crack, click, click..."

More than ten thousand horses were crushed by Zhong Cang and were all crippled.

The soldiers wearing heavy armor also fell due to gravity and were all seriously injured.

The tragic casualties caused the whole earth to wail for a while.

This scene also made the intact Xiantian martial artist and the leader Hou Hua feel angry.

"Asshole, what did you do..."

The comrade's injuries were so severe that Hou Hua's anger dispersed Hou Hua's reason, causing him to roar at Zhong Cang and charge towards Zhong Cang with a lance in hand.

"Om..."

Then, he too fell.

There was no sustained suppression of the seriously injured cavalry troops, and the gravity field was closed as soon as it was released.

Soon, Zhong Cang, whose body was in harmony with the earth, turned his gaze to Hou Hua, and let the mountain-like gravity condense into one point and press on him.

Under this condensed gravity, the monks in the late stages of Qi training were unable to move.

Hou Huawan, who was just an innate martial artist, couldn't bear it even more.

Like an ant, he was easily pinned to the ground by Zhong Cang as he charged, unable to even get up.

From a high position, Tianxin Zhong Cang looked down ruthlessly at Hou Hua, the eldest son of the Black Mountain Legion, and said indifferently:

"You're angry."

Hou Hua was indeed angry before, but was overthrown by Zhong Cang, and when he looked into his pure white pupils again, the courage in his heart disappeared completely as if cold water had been poured on him.

However, after all, he was a general who had gone through the battlefield. Although he was crushed by Zhong Cang's unreasonable strength, and even more fearful that Zhong Cang could defeat thousands of armies with a single thought, he did not beg for mercy in embarrassment, but laughed miserably.

"Daomen, ahem... Do you want to completely break with the Black Mountain Army and become completely enemies of the Daxuan Dynasty!"

These words did not change Zhong Cang's expression in the Tianxin state at all. He just said indifferently:

"First of all, even if the Montenegrin Army is destroyed by us, our emperor will not dare to completely turn against us."

"Secondly, it's not me who is your enemy, it's your Black Mountain Army who is provoking our Yunxiao Sect."

"First send a large army to cooperate with the Demon Sect to ambush, and then ten thousand people charge. You Black Mountain Army really regard our Yunxiao Sect as nothing."

"I want to know, who gave you the courage to do this...the 200,000 troops in Black Prison City? Or your grandmaster-level legion commander."

Having said this, the indifference in Zhong Cang's pure white eyes dissipated a little.

However, this did not make Hou Hua feel happy. On the contrary, the fear in his heart became even worse.

Zhong Cang, who showed a trace of humanity, was like a child watching ants, asking with interest:

"Also, I want to know one more thing - can I kill all the 200,000 Montenegrin troops by myself?"

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