The Devil Master and the Demon Venerable

The setting sun sank in the west, staining even the edge of the sky blood-red.

The land of the northern border had also been dyed crimson with blood.

Beneath the sunset, the Yin Shang banner, reddened by blood, was held high, symbolizing the victorious side.

Beneath the banner lay corpse after corpse, dressed in beast hides, their physiques fierce and sturdy. This was the invading army of the Northern Di, but unfortunately for them, they had encountered the Heng Ha Generals, as well as the two strongest armies of Yin Shang—the Crow Army and the Fire Qilin Army.

Though the two forces numbered only six thousand, every one of them was a warrior who cultivated the Martial Way, elites among elites. They were fiercer, more ferocious, and stronger than these savage foreign tribesmen.

So they had won.

Some soldiers used their blades to cut off the ears of the dead enemies; these would be their proof of military merit when they returned. Others kept watch.

Chen Qi let out a breath and said to Zheng Lun, "I heard the enemies in the east, west, and south have all been beaten back. At least the two of us didn't lose face either—we drove back the Northern Di."

Zheng Lun rolled his aching shoulders and chuckled. "Aren't you just asking to be abused, comparing the two of us to those bastards?

"It's not like you don't know they aren't human. Thunder, flight, riding clouds and mist, invincible magic treasures... The two of us still have to travel on foot. How could we possibly compare?"

Chen Qi gave him a deep look, then raised his head to glance at the sky before saying unhurriedly, "I heard the Southern Barbarians were handled personally by My Lord Prime Minister."

The smile on Zheng Lun's face