Wang Heng wore a long saber at his waist, sat atop a tall horse, and called out beneath the city walls.
Although the Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age had rendered his Yanluo Banner unusable, he had long since amassed enough resources over the years. His martial cultivation had already reached Seeing the Divine, Imperishable, making him one of the rare supreme experts beneath heaven.
During the Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age, Wang Heng saw the Northern Lands rise with the tide, while the Human Demon Race expanded its territory and the Yellow Heaven Dao plotted in secret. Knowing things were amiss, he chose to defect to the Yellow Heaven Dao and became a general commanding its forces in one region.
The Yellow Heaven Dao, too, sensed the threat from the Human Demon Race and the Zhang Family of the Northern Lands. Thus, it chose to accept and recruit Wang Heng, using him to strengthen its power in the Northern Lands and fill the gap in its influence there.
Hearing Wang Heng's challenge, Xie Xuan appeared atop the city wall and looked down at him from above. "You are Wang Heng? Having beheld this general's true face, why do you not quickly kneel and pay your respects?"
"Stop wagging your tongue from atop those walls. You and I both know the state of the Northern Lands. Wherever the Yellow Heaven Dao army goes, the privileged class of the Northern Lands surrender one after another, waving flags and shouting for our Yellow Heaven Dao. Your Northern Lands have already lost the people's hearts. Seventy percent of your territory is gone, and only thirty percent remains, gasping on its last breath. Defeat is already set in stone!" Wang Heng's voice rang out passionately.
"I know you are a capable