Rizhao furrowed his brows and immediately formed a hand seal with his fingers. Strands of gentle yet bewitching Buddha Rhyme silently spread out from him, seeping into the rebel soldiers beneath the city like a fine spring rain.
In but an instant, the fear and hesitation in the rebel soldiers' eyes vanished, replaced by frenzied fighting spirit and vicious hostility.
They gripped their weapons tightly, raised their heads and chests, and roared as they confronted Wen Zhong's imposing Shang Army. The cries of battle once more resounded across the battlefield.
Standing atop his war chariot in black-and-gold armor, Wen Zhong held the Male and Female Twin Whips as he looked down at King Pingling on the city walls.
Murderous aura radiated from him, and his voice boomed like a great bell across the land:
"King Pingling, as a member of the Yin Shang royal family, you dare raise an army in rebellion? Do you know that treason is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations?"
His gaze was as sharp as a blade. A single glance made King Pingling shudder all over, his legs trembling involuntarily as the lingering fear in his heart surged up, nearly causing him to collapse to the ground.
Yet in the next instant, he recalled Rizhao's many promises and remembered that an Immortal was backing him. His heart hardened, and that trace of cowardice was thoroughly crushed beneath his ambition and savagery.
King Pingling forced himself to maintain his bearing. Gripping the battlements, he glared at Wen Zhong and angrily rebuked him, his voice carrying across the lines of both armies:
"Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong! Do not use such grave crimes to intimidate me!
"If anyone is to blame, blame King Zhou for being foolish and immoral, for his tyranny that has brought