The towering and majestic Chaoge City.
Xiqi had surrounded the city with an army of one million for half a month, yet had always been unable to open the gates.
Today,
however, the mottled city gates opened on their own.
Jiang Ziya, directing the battle from atop his bronze chariot, held the railing of the chariot with one hand and the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag in the other. At the instant the city gates opened a crack, his left hand immediately took the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag from his right hand, and then his right hand fished out the God-Smiting Whip.
Ever since Xiqi took up arms in revolt, Jiang Ziya had also learned to be wise; as long as the foreign reinforcements on the Yin Shang side were formidable, he, Jiang Ziya, would definitely be struck down in passing. At this moment, he went all out in defense.
The city gates opened a crack just wide enough for a person to come out, and after a moment closed again.
At this time, the sun had just revealed a corner from the eastern horizon, shining among the sea of clouds, and the sunlight also fell upon the two figures at the city gate.
The two of them were both handsome in appearance and robust in build, not frail and weak literati scholars.
Those two possessed vastly contrasting temperaments.
One had a temperament as cold and stern as ice, with white hair and a black robe.
The other had a temperament as warm and gentle as jade, with black hair and a white robe.
Jiang Ziya asked the people beside him, "Does anyone know the identity and background of these two?"
Those around him all shook their heads to indicate they did not know.
"Our army numbers one million,