vstars Chapter 25 Martial Uncle, nowadays in Xiqi, apart from Second Brother, I'm afraid no one can co
Chapter 25 Martial Uncle, nowadays in Xiqi, apart from Second Brother, I'm afraid no one can co
The walls of Xiqi City.
Two streaks of light, one red and one silver, crashed down.
The moment it landed, two craters several inches deep were blasted into the blue bricks on the city wall.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers guarding the city wall instinctively took several steps back, their long spears unconsciously tightening in their hands.
After recognizing the person who had come, he quickly bowed and greeted them respectfully.
"General Nezha!"
"Yang Zhenjun!"
Nezha put away his Wind Fire Wheels and ignored the guards on the city wall.
Instead, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Jian beside him with a complicated expression.
Nezha opened his mouth.
In the end, he could only mutter in a low voice, "Let's go."
He then turned around and walked straight toward the central command tent inside the city.
Yang Jian did not respond.
He simply withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and followed closely behind.
The two walked one after the other through the heavily guarded camp and headed straight for the central command tent.
......
A moment later.
The heavy curtains of the central command tent were lifted, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards them.
Jiang Ziya, sitting upright in the main seat with his hands tightly gripping the God-Slaying Whip, and the generals and soldiers in the tent subconsciously looked up.
Nezha remained silent.
Yang Jian followed closely behind...
His face was as pale as paper, and the bloodshot eyes had not yet faded.
The divine markings on his forehead had an uncontrolled appearance, faintly shimmering with silver light.
"Going mad from cultivation?!"
Jiang Ziya's pupils contracted sharply, and a huge wave of shock surged in his heart.
The dignified third-generation chief of the Chan Sect, who cultivated the true methods of a sage, yet his Daoist heart was unbalanced, and he was on the verge of going berserk!
Then, recalling the shocking scene outside the city where Gu Xuan forced Yang Jian to stop with a single finger.
This Gu Xuan...
Could it really be Yang Jiao, who perished years ago?!
"My two junior disciples, let's leave it at that for now—"
Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and tried to stabilize the situation.
However, Yang Jian raised his head first, cupped his hands in a salute, and said in a stiff, hoarse voice.
"Uncle-Master."
"disciple……"
"I want the vanguard position in Xiqi!"
The generals in the tent were all startled.
Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the others looked up, staring at Yang Jian in disbelief.
Jiang Ziya's expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a deep voice, "No!"
"Nephew, your Dao heart is unstable now, and you are almost falling into demonic possession."
"If I were to take the lead now, the slightest mistake would lead to utter ruin!"
Yang Jian did not refute, but simply stared at Jiang Ziya.
His scarlet eyes held an almost obsessive stubbornness.
Jiang Ziya frowned and continued to press: "Moreover, the current vanguard position belongs to Nezha, my nephew—"
Before he could finish speaking...
Nezha suddenly raised his head, interrupting Jiang Ziya.
"Uncle-Master, I'm leaving."
Jiang Ziya was taken aback and stared blankly at Nezha.
Nezha's expression was unusually serious as he said in a deep voice, "This vanguard position..."
"It's not my place now."
"No, I can't take charge of that either."
Jiang Ziya's expression was rather unpleasant.
He forcibly suppressed the surging anger in his heart and spoke up to advise her.
"Nephew Nezha, the position of vanguard is no child's play."
"Now all the generals and soldiers of Xiqi regard you as—"
Nezha did not reply.
She simply lowered her head silently.
Jiang Ziya's eyes twitched violently.
She took another deep breath and turned to look at Yang Jian.
"Even if my nephew Nezha is unwilling to fight, I sent a flying talisman some time ago to invite my nephew Lei Zhenzi to come down the mountain."
"Nephew, you are currently plagued by inner demons, you should first—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Yang Jian silently raised his hand and waved his sleeve.
"Clatter".
A mangled corpse suddenly appeared in the center of the tent, dust flying everywhere.
In an instant.
The sounds inside the tent vanished without a trace.
Jiang Ziya's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand holding the God-Slaying Whip trembled violently, almost slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground.
Huang Feihu suddenly stood up.
He knocked the wooden table over with his knee, and it crashed to the ground with a loud thud, but he didn't even notice.
He just stared intently at the corpse.
Staring at the charred and broken wings of the wind and thunder.
His hand rested on the hilt of the sword, trembling violently, his knuckles turning white one by one.
Nangong Shi's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively took a step back, his voice trembling.
"this……"
"Is this General Lei Zhenzi?!"
A distinguished disciple of Yun Zhongzi of the Chan Sect, a pride of Xiqi.
it turns out......
He just died like that?!
In a short time.
The wind howled outside the tent, while the candlelight flickered inside.
Heavy breathing and incomprehensible "hoarse" sounds echoed inside the tent.
Yang Jian slowly raised his head, looked around at everyone, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Junior Brother Lei Zhenzi..."
"At the border between Zhongnan Mountain and Xiqi, by that Gu—"
He paused for a moment.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
"They were intercepted and killed by the vanguard of the Shang army."
Then pause.
"One shot."
Two words were uttered.
The faces of all the generals in the tent turned pale.
Nangong Shi's legs suddenly went weak, and he slumped back into his chair with a thud, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with terror.
Lei Zhenzi's cultivation level is at the mid-stage of True Immortal!
With its wings bursting at full speed, it can even escape unscathed from a Xuanxian (a type of immortal).
But now...
There wasn't even a chance to escape?!
They were even ambushed and killed in the Zhongnan Mountains?!
"Click, click, click..."
Jiang Ziya gripped the God-Slaying Whip tightly.
A chilling, bone-deep coldness shot up my spine and straight to the back of my head.
Just then.
Nezha, who had been silent with his head down, suddenly raised his hand.
A flash of crimson light appeared, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover materialized in mid-air.
The once radiant and brilliant superior-grade innate spiritual treasure now had a noticeably dim and weak aura.
On the surface of the shield, three illusory fire dragons were extremely weak and unable to solidify again for a long time.
The generals in the tent felt a chill run down their spines and their hands and feet go cold when they saw Lingbao's weakened state.
Even the Third Prince's innate spiritual treasure...
Their very essence was damaged by Gu Xuan?
Jiang Ziya's body suddenly froze.
He looked at Lei Zhenzi's corpse on the ground, then at Nezha's dim Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.
He opened his mouth several times as if to say something, but his lips trembled and he couldn't say anything.
A long silence followed.
Nezha slowly raised his head, looked at Jiang Ziya whose face was ashen, and whispered, "Uncle-Master."
"Now, in Xiqi..."
He paused, then lowered his voice.
"Apart from my second brother, I'm afraid no one else can control Gu Xuan."
Jiang Ziya did not answer.
He turned his head sharply, his gaze sweeping across the entire tent.
Inside the tent, many battle-hardened generals of Xiqi were all deathly pale, their pupils filled with undisguised fear and horror.
Everywhere you look...
They all averted their gaze and lowered their heads firmly.
She didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye for a second!
The tent was filled with horror and deathly silence.
only...
A figure stood as straight as a javelin, with a blood-red surging in his eyes.
Jiang Ziya's lips moved violently.
After a long silence, as if all his energy had been drained, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
"I understand..."
"From this day forward, Yang Jian, my nephew..."
"You are the vanguard... indeed!"
Yang Jian bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Martial Uncle."
Having said that, he turned and strode out of the tent.
Nezha opened his mouth, then silently followed.
As the curtain was lifted, a cold wind rushed in.
Jiang Ziya suddenly shivered.
His gaze involuntarily drifted towards the curtains that had fallen again.
Yang Jian...
If this Gu Xuan is indeed Yang Jiao, and has awakened his memories of his past life...
Jiang Ziya took a deep breath, not daring to think about it further.
Beneath his sleeve, his hand gripped a communication talisman tightly.
This matter—
I must inform Senior Brother Yu Ding!
He slowly lowered his head, preparing to release the flying talisman.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lei Zhenzi's mangled corpse.
A moment of silence.
He took out the second flying talisman.
……
at the same time.
At the Shang army camp, wine and meat were plentiful, and cheers resounded throughout the land.
"General Gu's finger strike was simply divine!"
"Yang Jian is the foremost disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect, yet he was pinned to mid-air by General Gu's single finger, not daring to move an inch!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Not far away, Mo Liqing held a wine cup, his face beaming with smiles.
He turned to look at Gu Xuan beside him, downed the strong liquor in his cup in one gulp, and deliberately lowered his voice to ask:
"brother."
"Aren't you going there to intercept and kill Lei Zhenzi?"
"This Yang Jian..."
"How did we end up chasing you all the way to our camp's front lines?"