Battle of Flying Horse Ranch (Part One)

"This is... the Taoist Heavenly Clan."

Looking at the imperial palace hall that had vanished without a trace, leaving only a circular pit nearly a hundred meters wide and dozens of meters deep, Yuwen Huaji let out a relieved sigh. Fortunately, he had not joined the siege against Yang Guang earlier. Otherwise, even if Yang Guang had not killed him outright, he would have been buried alongside Yang Guang now.

In an instant, Yuwen Huaji thought of Shen Fei. He knew Yang Guang very well and was certain that Yang Guang had never possessed such methods—or such overwhelmingly powerful strength—before this.

Forget Yang Guang. With the lineup from earlier, even if their opponent had been any one of the Three Grandmasters, if they had been unable to flee, they would likely have perished here in bitterness.

Yuwen Huaji had been willing to cooperate with the people from Cihang Monastery for one reason because they had offered sufficient benefits, and for another because the Buddhist faction led by Cihang Monastery and Jingnian Zen Sect, together with Ning Daoqi and part of the Taoist sects, was simply too powerful. Not even Yuwen Huaji and the Yuwen Clan together could have opposed them. Since he knew he was no match for them, and had long harbored rebellious ambitions, his choice had been obvious.

The world of Twin Dragons had always been a semi-high-martial world. A Grandmaster's strength could influence the outcome of a war and the rise and fall of a nation.

Even if Grandmasters lacked the power to smash through an army head-on, they could move freely through tens of thousands of troops. They could assassinate an army's commander and generals at will—truly taking a general's head from amid an army of ten thousand. No matter how numerous or elite an army