This astonishing scene undoubtedly terrified the allied commanders.
A Daoist's mystic arts might still be a secret to common folk, but people like them knew plenty about such things.
As the saying went, the law did not touch the noble. So long as someone bore enough fortune's blessing, all Daoist arts were useless against them. It was impossible to summon lightning from thin air and strike them dead, or curse them to death with sorcery.
If a Daoist wanted to kill a noble, there was only one way: use Daoist arts to empower himself, bolster his courage and strength, wield a three-foot sword, and cut the other man down by physical means.
Naturally, they knew the name Huang Qi. Within the Yellow Heaven Dao, aside from Yellow Heaven Daoist himself, he had once been the most formidable Daoist—without equal. Not only were his Daoist arts profound, but he had been born fierce and fearless. On the battlefield, he had slain generals and seized banners more times than anyone could count.
But Jia Tiezhen was no mediocre man either. At the age of ten, he had beaten a gang of street thugs to death in broad daylight. Seeing his ferocity, the local magistrate not only spared him prison, but instead took him under his wing and cultivated him.
By fifteen, Jia Tiezhen could tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands, his valor unmatched.
In this world, Daoists were not the only ones blessed with the extraordinary. With so many ordinary people, there would always be some born with exceptional gifts. The finest among them, if backed by an army and able to condense military Baleful Intent before charging head-on, could even kill Human Immortals and Heavenly Immortals.
Only Golden Immortals had already condensed indestructible golden essence. They could somewhat