Meeting on the Battlefield, Kong Xuan Battles Guangchengzi! Before Sishui Pass
Dusk was blood-red, the setting sun sinking low.
The two armies had faced off for more than three days.
Shang army camp.
Wen Zhong stood before the camp gates, divine light faintly flickering in his three eyes.
He gazed at the Western Qi camp in the distance, at Jiang Ziya's command banner, his expression grave.
Three days ago, he had clashed with Jiang Ziya.
The Investiture of the Gods List and the God-Striking Whip were indeed formidable.
But Jiang Ziya's cultivation was too low—merely that of a Golden Immortal.
Even wielding such supreme treasures, he could not bring much of their power to bear.
He could withstand him for a time, but not forever.
Once Jiang Ziya's magical power ran dry, the Western Qi army would be lambs awaiting slaughter.
Yet Wen Zhong felt not the slightest joy.
Because he knew Western Qi's true backup plan was not Jiang Ziya.
It was the Chan Sect.
It was the Twelve Golden Immortals.
It was the Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
Those people were the Shang Dynasty's greatest threat.
They were the Jie Sect's true opponents.
"Grand Preceptor!"
A voice came from behind him.
Wen Zhong turned around.
Shen Gongbao strode swiftly out of the tent, his expression grave.
"Grand Preceptor, there's movement on Western Qi's side."
Wen Zhong's three eyes narrowed slightly.
"What movement?"
Shen Gongbao took a deep breath and spoke each word with deliberate weight.
"Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Yunzhongzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yuding Zhenren..."
"Not one of the Twelve Golden Immortals is missing."
"Along with the disciples they have been frantically taking in recently, the Chan Sect's second, third, and fourth generations number several thousand."
"All are Golden Immortals or above."
Wen Zhong fell silent.
He turned back and looked toward his