Supreme Emperor of Mist

"Yang Yuan is here! Move forward and stops his army from keep moving forward! Calvaries! Pincer our opponent from both left and right!" Sun Chen Long ordered as he ordered the flagbearers to move the flags in their hand accordingly.

Two groups of 500 calvaries made their move and separating themselves from Sun Chen Long's main army. By the time Yang Yuan's men arrive and collide with Sun Chen Long's vanguard, the calvaries immediately struck Yang Yuan's men from both left and right.

But the result from the pincer attack was out of their expectation.

Instead of calling it a successful three-pronged attack, it is more accurate to say it was an act of trying to crush a stone by throwing eggs from all sides.

Not even a single death is recorded from Yang Yuan's forces as it was attacked from three different sides.

Blood splattered, head rolled, and screams were heard. But none of them belonged to Yang Yuan's men.

"Your highness..." Sun Chen Long's adjutant extends his hand to grab his seventh prince's arm as he prepared to pull him back in case of any unwanted accident.

"What happened? How could this happened?" Sun Chen Long lost his ability to speak clearly as Yang Yuan caught him by surprise.

"Retreat for now. I'll take the lead for now." Leng Ching made his move and gently pushed Sun Chen Long back. The strength of just one level before reaching the peak of Bone Reconstruction is akin to blowing a feather away from where it stays on the ground.

"Brother Leng!" Sun Chen Long wanted to stay, but he's powerless right in front of this expert seven levels ahead of him.

"Humph... To think that he had more than just the Blood Lion General's support in this battle... What else is there?" Leng Ching placed some spiritual grasses into the three hovering cauldrons behind him while moving forward.

A thick colorful white smoke soon came out from the cauldron as it covered the surrounding battlefield. It was foggy, but the smoke was hardly enough to make the soldiers feeling choked and hard to breathe.

"Hahaha! Look at what they're doing." Yang Yuan's soldiers continued to move forward as they enjoyed slaughtering the unlucky soldiers that met their end under their hand.

"Maybe they're trying to run. Let's hurry up and chase!"

The smile soon turned into a nightmare as their supposed to be powerful physique suddenly turned softer than a block of tofu. Some even fell to the hand of some eighth-level Flesh Refining soldiers as they exchanged a blow.

"What happened? Where's the protection from the Thunder Carapace Pellet?" Yang Yuan's soldiers panicked as their miraculous protection seems to be failing without giving off a hint.

"There must be something weird in the smoke. Or else, the medicinal pellet's effect won't be out this fast." said one of the officers under Yang Yuan. A few soldiers from Sun Chen Long tried to take his head using the white smoke to their advantage but got beheaded by him with a quick swing instead.

"Humph! Do you think I am like those others? All of us under Yang Yuan are the elites amongst the Kuanglei Province's Border Army. Our strength is not what you can easily overcome." the officer grabbed one of his opponents on the neck.

After scanning his surrounding to get a quick situation report, he tossed the soldier away, bringing down a group of enemies while doing so.

"It seems that there's a skillful Alchemist in our opponent's rank. That might be Leng Ching since we're fighting the seventh prince's forces." another officer said as he approached from the side.

"Let's move forward. Our mission is to clear as much obstacle as we could before our commander arrive. With the Thunder Carapace Pellet or not, we'll tear their formation apart by force!" the officer said.

*Xing... Xing...*

"Tear our formation apart, you said?" an individual appeared with three cauldrons floating behind him. He's still smiling as he came forward at a visibly lazy pace.

"Floating Cauldrons! That's Leng..." the two officers quickly executed their best martial art, but it was too late. With a flick from Leng Ching's finger, the two were burnt into a cinderblock where they stand.

After making sure that there are no longer high-leveled officers around him, Leng Ching continues to move forward. The white smoke from his three cauldrons is getting thinner by the time he was at least half a mile further.

...

"Our opponent is here! Get ready to battle!" Sun Wu Jian said with a sword in his hand. Right now, his army has joined together with the remnants of the Crimson Mist Soldiers, Sun Ding Tian's army, and whatever number following Lu Qing Yun and Expert Yi.

Added up together, there are almost 5,000 men in this army.

But it was barely enough in Qin Lan's opinion as the following messenger from the latter warned them to be careful throughout the battle.

"Why would brother Qin ask us to focus on defense? Don't tell me that the army they have is stronger than our 5,000 men?" Sun Wu Jian asked himself.

"Wait... What's wrong with the formation? This is different from what we're expecting..." Sun Wu Jian's jaw dropped when he was greeted by the scene made by the leftover army following the mysterious general's order.

"Crush them apart, Bronze Dragon Unit." the mysterious general said.

Accompanied by the song from the Wardrum as the Bronze Dragon Unit charge forward, they brought along flames and deadly spiritual manifestation. Over ten Copper Dragon silhouette breathing flames collide with Sun Wu Jian and Sun Ding Tian's forces.

The death toll marked over a thousand casualties less than five minutes from the start of the battle. By the time Sun Wu Jian noticed something wrong within his enemy's formation, it was already too late.

"This flag... How can that be?" Sun Wu Jian's hand trembled in anger.

Even Lu Qing Yun couldn't hold her emotion as she tried to search for the mysterious general's whereabouts.

"Expert Yi, I'll need to bother you to go back to the general's camp and tell him to come to this battlefield as soon as possible. Tell him that only he can fight against this opponent.

"I'll go right now." Expert Yi said. But as he gets on top of the horse, Lu Qing Yun stopped him and whispered another sentence without letting the others heard what she's trying to say.

"Tell the young master... Peng Yan is the general of our opposing force."