The Black Dragon Sniffed Out the White Lotus, My Friend Was Surely Invincible

The sky was dark, the clouds drifted endlessly, and a cold mist hung like smoke over the riverbank.

The river flowed swiftly and was not frozen, but even in the early morning, it was impossible not to feel wisps of mist rising from it.

When the wind is strong, the water mist is blown away and the river surface becomes clearer.

When the wind is weak, the fog becomes more noticeable, appearing in clusters and drifting to both banks of the river.

After crossing the river, the Central Shu rebels traveled several miles and still felt a light mist around them. They planted their flags on the ground and rested for a while. Some took out water bags and dry rations, while others wiped their long swords.

This wilderness, situated between hills and riverbanks, offers a relatively open view, allowing them to detect any enemy attack from either side in advance and take precautions.

Han Rui took out a few flatbreads, sat down under the flag, and ate them slowly. He had just finished two when the flag above his head started to flutter. Looking up, he realized that the wind direction had changed.

As the wind shifted, the fog on this side of the riverbank thinned out.

"This wind----"

Han Rui grabbed a handful of the wind's tail, sniffed it lightly, his expression shifting slightly. Suddenly, he grabbed the large flag from the side and waved it twice.

While some flag signals used in military campaigns are common, others are unique to each country.

Han Rui waved the flag twice, and while others didn't understand his meaning, the veterans around him immediately understood. Ignoring their sore and tired meridians, they immediately channeled their inner strength, covering their seven orifices.

Sure enough, I felt the internal energy between my mouth and nose being eroded.

This is a sign that a highly poisonous substance is approaching.

The enemy had calculated the wind direction and time, and took advantage of the change in wind direction to poison the wind.

This poisonous wind, slightly heavier than ordinary air, traveled close to the ground, spreading without dissipating. It drifted from beyond sight to the rebel army's side, and its potent poisoning effect was truly terrifying.

However, Han Rui had seen all sorts of methods when he led his men to fight in various places, which allowed him to detect them in advance.

Between the hills, upwind.

The Poison King's face darkened. "The time is too short, and the required quantity is too large. This is the only poison I can concoct. If there were a way to administer the poison at close range, I could concoct a rare poison that even a master of Celestial Person Resonance wouldn't be able to detect for a moment."

"That's enough!"

Chaghan laughed, "What we want is to continue to deplete their internal energy, while our people have all taken the antidote—"

Let's get started!

Sain drew his bow towards the outside of the mountain and fired an arrow upwards.

The arrow whistled sharply and high, its sound like a piercing iron whistle.

The sharp sound had barely faded when suddenly, thunderous hoofbeats echoed through the mountains.

Over a thousand soldiers suddenly emerged from the mountains and forests.

Being able to ride a horse through the mountains and forests already demonstrates exceptional horsemanship, especially considering that these thousands of soldiers were hidden in the woods without having made a single neighing sound before.

This horse-taming technique is truly extraordinary and is one of the secret chapters in the "Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao".

Rumble rumble rumble!!

Once the horses emerged from the forest, free from those obstacles, they became even more unrestrained, their speed increasing rapidly. The riders all let go of the reins and drew their bows.

The grass and pebbles on the wilderness trembled violently.

Han Rui shouted in a low voice, "Disperse!"

Before he could finish speaking, a hail of arrows rained down.

Those archers all used projectile techniques, but they didn't rely on luck; they precisely calculated the shots.

As the veteran rebels dispersed, many noticed that one or two iron arrows were being shot at them, and they quickly swung their swords.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

Sparks flew, debris flew everywhere, and the arrow exploded the moment it collided with the longsword.

Gunpowder was found hidden inside the iron arrow.

Although they couldn't shake the swords and armor reinforced with thirty years of refined internal energy, they did cause many members of the rebel army to feel a slight numbness in their hands and a further depletion of their internal energy.

Before the group could catch their breath, a second volley of arrows rained down.

Archers on horseback, galloping at full speed, almost always employ rapid-fire techniques, drawing arrows and bending bows in rapid succession!

Release! In the blink of an eye, all in one smooth motion!

This is probably a clash between the two most elite armies in the world, but one is a battle-hardened force, wounded and exhausted, and also has to be wary of poison.

The other force, however, was brimming with energy, having taken medication before setting out on its campaign, its invasion as fierce as fire.

"You guys rest, I'll do it!!"

A loud roar suddenly rang out in the air.

A large amount of water vapor, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, expanded violently. Each drop of water seemed to swell into a water ball, and the water balls connected with each other to form a huge human figure.

Han Shantong transformed himself into a giant, spreading his arms and leaning back.

Even the seasoned rebels were somewhat astonished by the sight.

When they looked up, they saw the back of a giant, almost covering half of the sky in front of them, as unshakeable as a god.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Thousands of iron arrows pierced the giant's body.

Another volley of arrows rained down, all striking the giant, seemingly even deeper than the previous volley.

There was no way around it; Han Shantong had become too arrogant, and his skills were too scattered.

In the blink of an eye, the giant was riddled with bullet holes.

Han Rui exclaimed, deeply moved, "A brave warrior!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a thin arrow suddenly appeared and pierced the giant's head.

Boom!!

Everyone heard a dull thud; the iron arrows they had previously used had only managed to riddle the giant with pockmarks.

But the moment this thin arrow struck the giant's head, it created a series of turquoise cavities inside the translucent skull.

As the divine arrow pierced through the giant's brain, these gas cavities completely burst the giant's skull.

With a splash, the giant crumbled into a shower of water, which, mixed with scattered arrows, fell to the ground.

However, these arrows had lost power, and the gunpowder inside had no chance to detonate.

The Arrow God, mingling among the cavalry, drew his bow again and aimed at Han Rui.

Just as Han Rui was about to make a move, the ground suddenly trembled, and thousands of water droplets shot into the air.

"Here I come again!!"

Han Shantong, transformed into a giant, spread his arms wide, exuding boundless pride, and laughed heartily.

"Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, Heaven will surely prevail. You have worn down the righteous army so many times, now I will wear you down too!"

The cavalrymen had their arrows nocked, but did not fire them immediately.

They had realized that their arrows were of little use to this monster and would only be wasted.

The Arrow God's pupils narrowed, his nostrils flared, and he took a deep breath.

During the great battle at the palace, he went to the imperial prison to release Longevity Slave, and did not personally witness how troublesome Han Shantong was.

Although he had heard about it from Canglang afterward, it was nothing compared to what he had witnessed firsthand—it was infuriating!

The cavalry were almost upon the rebels; if they were further hindered by this giant, their morale would be greatly diminished, and they would be unable to launch an effective charge.

The Arrow God suddenly leaped into the air, stood on horseback, laid his powerful bow flat, and nocked five iron arrows onto it.

Yes, there are five iron arrows.

Because his right hand even had a mechanical prosthetic limb, a finger cast from black iron, forming a six-fingered appearance, with its base connected to an acupoint on his wrist.

Once the internal energy is channeled, this finger becomes strong and powerful, more inclusive, stable, and convenient than the normal five fingers.

Han Shantong's giant gaze suddenly and involuntarily turned to the Arrow God.

" With Three Hearts and Two Minds, Five Arrows Seal the Gods!!"

The Arrow God's eyes were like cold stars. Five iron arrows flew out simultaneously, each with a different trajectory. In the air, they resembled flying snakes and afterimages, painted with the brush of Ghost God, extremely agile.

Han Shantong's gaze was completely drawn to the iron arrow.

But he only has two eyes, so even if he turns them to the sides at the same time, he can only focus on two arrows.

In order to see all five arrows at once, his two large eyeballs suddenly burst open while trembling.

Han Shantong's incarnations, in essence, perceive external objects through spiritual perception, not by actually seeing with their eyes. Yet, even they were induced to exhibit such an anomaly.

If it were an ordinary expert, facing this move, their eyeballs would likely twitch wildly, tearing open to the sides as blood spurted out.

The instant the giant's eyeballs split open, five iron arrows struck his forehead, shoulders, and knees.

Thump!!!

Before the water giants could disperse, they were propelled by the force of the arrows, their feet leaving the ground, and they were sent flying backwards over the rebels.

The cavalrymen fired arrows simultaneously, their other hands already drawing their sabers as they charged into the rebel ranks.

But with the help of the water giants twice just now, the rebels have already had a chance to recover.

Just as the gunpowder-laden arrows arrived, hundreds of large flags suddenly appeared in mid-air, sweeping and swirling.

This time, as many veterans came, so many flags came.

These large banners, covered in gunpowder arrows, rained down on the cavalry.

Some cavalrymen were thrown off their horses, while others clenched their horses' bellies and ripped the flags open with a single slash, turning the desolate wilderness into a chaotic battlefield.

Han Rui's figure moved like a bouncing ball, leaping into the air and suddenly reaching a high altitude, then abruptly riding the wind and veering down.

This swordsmanship doesn't resemble that of a human; it's more like a spirit formed from some kind of sword pellet, striking first, taking the high ground, and possessing unparalleled sharpness.

The moment the enemy spotted him leaping into the air and their attention was drawn to him, this figure, perfectly aligned with the enemy's line of sight, charged straight at them.

This will create psychological pressure on the enemy, as if they are being torn apart by a sword, and will also make them more prone to fatal misjudgments regarding distance.

The "Rope-Walking, Sky-Flying, Sword-Leaping Movement Technique" were created by the Elder Lanling, a master of magic tricks during the Tang Conjuring Sect.

Han Rui was originally a successor of the Conjuring Sect, and the martial arts he learned were all derived from magic tricks and acrobatics.

The Arrow God had just unleashed his ultimate move, and for a moment it seemed he couldn't stop it.

However, the air above the horse's head suddenly bulged, revealing the figure of the Wind Eagle, its long arms outstretched, its hands reaching out to grab at the air.

With one hand, he reached out to support Han Rui's sword-wielding arm, and with the other, he reached out to support Han Rui's feet.

"Southern barbarians, get out of here."

This technique is incredibly ingenious; it aims to deflect Han Rui's sword strike while simultaneously throwing him off balance.

Among the Thirteen Wings, Wind Eagle possesses the most exquisite lightness skill and the most refined grappling technique. Now, it has recovered from its injuries and regained its spirit, a far cry from the exhaustion and wounds it suffered in the palace.

Unexpectedly, Han Rui's body suddenly shot upwards again, arching his back and bending over.

The hand that Wind Eagle had raised high was meant to strike his arm, but instead, he curled up and used his toe to hit it.

Boom!!!

In an instant, Han Rui's body stretched out from its coiled state, becoming straight as a spear, and shot into the sky.

The Wind Eagle's graceful figure was struck by the explosive power that erupted in that instant, which traveled through its arms and throughout its body, crushing the horse's head with a deafening crash and sending it plummeting to the ground.

In magic tricks, the technique is originally used to shrink into a small box, and then, in the instant when the blanket obscures the viewer's sight, the person is launched out from a small Guanzhong at the back of the box.

From hardship, bitterness, and confinement, a towering and upright magnanimity bursts forth.

The Wind Eagle simply couldn't support such power.

But Han Rui, who had soared into the sky, looked even more serious. He had already seen that there were more skilled infantrymen on the hillside, rushing over.

Giant axes and shields, heavy armor and golden maces—those were not forces that Chaghan could cultivate.

Those people were Yan Tiemu'er's trusted elites, all of whom cultivated the powerful techniques from the "Heavenly Book of the Blood Dao." They explored, searched, and excavated fossils in various places, possessed spiritual senses, and had great strength.

Previously, archer cavalry could only exert some pressure when the veteran rebels were exhausted.

Therefore, these personal guards of the Grand Tutor were the ones who truly had the potential to annihilate the rebel army present.

At this moment, the water giant had already flown down behind the rebel army, crashed to the ground, and collapsed into a puddle.

The water trembled and spun violently, forming dozens of whirlpools of varying sizes, all colliding towards the same spot.

Han Shantong's upper body reassembled from the whirlpool, roaring, "I'll do it again—"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression changed, and he looked up at the sky.

There's nothing in the sky above here.

However, dozens of miles away, there is a swamp in the forest.

Han Shantong spread out a bamboo mat on the swamp and sat cross-legged on it.

"This feeling is—that evil dragon?!"

Han Shantong's soul returned to his body, and his true form suddenly raised its eyes.

High in the sky, the black dragon "Longevity Slave" spread its wings and crashed through the low-lying clouds, swooping down at top speed.

The dark golden dragon's eye locked onto this swamp, its rugged scales and muscles appearing incredibly fluid as it swooped down.

The dragon's upper and lower jaws were at the very front, pushing against the air and almost creating a layer of fire.

Boom!!!!

The entire forest suddenly bent outwards and then inwards, before the real, violent eruption occurred.

The swamp in the forest suddenly erupted, sending up mud and dust clouds twenty or thirty feet high.

The large amount of water in the swamp was vaporized by the bombardment, and the mud that shot into the sky dried into mud dust as it splashed in mid-air.

A massive cloud of dust, resembling a giant Ganoderma lucidum mushroom tens of meters wide, slowly rose into the air.

The fierce wind swept through, knocking down rings of trees, tearing their crowns apart, and leaving behind a gruesome sight of broken branches.

The center of the woodland had been transformed into a large, dusty pit.

The dragon spread its wings, sweeping away the dust.

The black dragon rolled once at the bottom of the pit, then used its four legs to propel itself up.

Enveloped in abundant vital energy, its body was completely unharmed. On the contrary, it seemed that the impact had fully activated its blood vessels, and it shivered comfortably.

Huff! Huff!!

The black dragon twitched its nose, and thick white vapor billowed out. It turned its head slightly and stared at a ravaged forest.

Standing in that direction were Han Shantong and his protectors Yu Danxia, Liu Qingsi, Wang Daozi, and Granny Putuo.

Because of his talent for handling affairs, Liu Futong remained in Dadu.

"So you found me here using your sense of smell?!"

Han Shantong looked surprised.

Could a dragon's sense of smell truly distinguish the scent of vital energy and intent, tracking it down from Hundred Li away?

"Hahaha, no wonder he's raised by the Tartars! Even if he's a dragon, he's still a dog!!"

Han Shantong raised his hands, and the icy white Yuan Qi condensed like Buddhist beads, which he held between his fingertips.

"Gentlemen, since the Grand Tutor hasn't arrived, how about we fight this beast?"

A faint sound drifted from outside the woods.

"The Grand Tutor isn't here, so what about me?"

The Canglang appeared outside the woods, its eyes revealing no anger, only a sinister killing intent.

"White Lotus Sect Leader, now that you're dead, can you possibly come back to life?"

Han Shantong glanced at the black dragon, then stared at the Canglang, a chill running down his spine. He stubbornly retorted, "Heh heh, the real dog's here!"

The Canglang's expression was calm and still, its limbs motionless, yet its figure flickered and moved forward continuously.

Each time he moved, a strong gust of wind, like a wave, surged away.

Dust, broken leaves, and twigs on the ground were all carried away by these layers of air waves and spread out in perfect circles.

Suddenly, the boundary of the circle was blocked by another circle.

A soft, seemingly shimmering white arc countered the momentum of the spreading branches and leaves.

Zhang Yining stood in front of Canglang, calmly extending his hand with his palm open.

It has no set moves or styles, yet one can perceive its extreme gentleness and subtlety.

"Please!"

The situation on the battlefield is fluctuating wildly.

On the hillside, Yan Tiemu'er leaned against a huge ancient tree that resembled a canopy, his arms crossed over his chest.

He could hear the sounds of the rebel army's battlefield not far away outside the mountains.

He was also able to learn about the movements on the battlefield through his connection with the Longevity Slave.

Although some minor details were unexpected, the overall performance was still under his control.

However, there was one thing that Yan Tiemu'er hadn't expected.

You've come now?

A wisp of cloud drifted by in the cold wind above the hill.

Chu Tianshu stood on the cloud and laughed, "What, you thought I would arrive even later?"

"Oh, putting yourself in my shoes, the Grand Tutor probably wants to wait a little longer. If your side shows signs of a major defeat, you can still step in to salvage the situation. Only then can we begin our struggle."

Yan Temür said calmly, "If the situation were urgent, I would make the first move, and your chances of winning would be higher. But you're unwilling to wait, which shows you understand that your side can't win."

Chu Tianshu didn't speak, but slowly drew his sword and pointed it at Yan Tiemu'er.

Yan Tiemu'er's expression changed slightly.

He could sense that Chu Tianshu's perception was gradually returning, and a Gu worm wax pill at Chu Tianshu's waist suddenly flew out and fell into the distance.

This indicates that Chu Tianshu has completely abandoned the observation of the battlefield.

"I won't wait for the battlefield to unfold before I make my move, and I don't care whether your expert allies, or your dragon, will join us after our victory—"

Chu Tianshu revealed a genuine smile.

"Because I believe my friend will prevail."

"Yan Tiemu'er, do you believe it?"