"Hmph. You may be the foremost of the Mystic Gate's third-generation disciples, but in my eyes, you still have a long way to go. Considering how hard you've worked to cultivate, I'll spare your life. Scram!" Golden Roc barked at Yang Jian, whom he had sent flying. Then he swept his hand, and countless black feathers appeared above the battlefield.
At the sight, Jiang Ziya's pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly ordered, "Sound the retreat! Sound the retreat!"
"Hmph!" Golden Roc snorted coldly, then slowly dispersed the spell he had been about to unleash. They were in the midst of a kalpa, and Jiang Ziya was the one charged with the Investiture of the Gods. Unless he had no other choice, attacking him really would be unwise. He then shouted to Jiang Ziya, "Jiang Ziya, if you refuse to accept defeat, summon all those senior brothers of yours. But let me tell you this: with me, Golden Roc, here, you can forget about advancing another step!"
With that, Golden Roc turned and walked toward the Shang army, where Wen Zhong very respectfully invited him into camp.
The Zhou army's command tent.
Ji Fa sat high in the seat of honor. Below him, Jiang Ziya asked Yang Chan, "How is Yang Jian?"
"Reporting to the prime minister, my second brother's injuries aren't serious. He'll recover after a couple of days' rest," Yang Chan replied with a curtsy.
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya nodded, reassured. Then worry returned, and he stroked his beard. "Just where did that Golden Roc come from? How could he be so formidable that he defeated Yang Jian in a single blow?"
"I heard Shen Gongbao call him senior brother. He should also be a second-generation disciple of Jiejiao," interjected Li Jing, who had already turned against Shang and