I, Ji Fa, Am Invincible

Before long, Ji Fa had assembled his troops and generals and set out on campaign.

On the plains of Muye, the two armies faced each other from ten li apart, gazing across the distance.

The Shang Dynasty army stretched on in a mighty expanse, banners blotting out the sun, armor standing thick as a forest.

Di Xin wore black armor, the Emperor Sword at his waist, and sat atop a divine steed that could travel a thousand li in a day, standing beneath the central army's command banner.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers stood in square formations. War drums boomed like thunder, horns rang out without cease, and killing intent surged into the heavens.

From the Western Qi camp came the same thunderous beat of war drums, their morale soaring.

Ji Fa wore silver armor and held a spear of pure silver-white. Mounted on the Snow Dragon Steed, he cut a heroic figure.

Behind him stood the formidable soldiers Western Qi had trained for years, their ranks orderly, spears dense as a forest and shields solid as walls.

Before long, Di Xin rode forth from his formation and lifted his gaze toward the opposing side.

His eyes crossed the vast armies before finally settling on that silver-white figure.

"Ji Fa!"

Di Xin shouted loudly, his voice like thunder as it spread across the entire battlefield.

"You of Western Qi have rebelled against your sovereign and stirred up chaos. Today, I have personally led a great army here to subdue you. Why do you not dismount and surrender at once?"

Hearing Di Xin's words, Ji Fa rode out from his formation. His expression remained calm as he replied, neither servile nor overbearing:

"That is mistaken."

"The Shang Dynasty's mandate has run its course. Xia Jie was tyrannical and without virtue, so