Bestowed the Name Han Zhongli, Five of the Eight Immortals Gathered

Despite saying this, Zhongli was ultimately soft-hearted. He dismissed the soldiers but charged out alone with his weapon.

Just minutes after Zhongli's legion commander led his troops out to fight, Zhao Yun's troops charged up and intercepted Zhongli's forces.

"Hmph, Zhongli Legion, your Zhongli army has been completely wiped out. If you know what's good for you, hand over the weapons of the Zhongli Corps. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!" At this moment, Zhao Yun, riding a black dragon steed, stood on the city wall, looking down at the Zhongli Corps's troops, and said in a deep voice, his face full of arrogance.

"Zhao Yun, don't be so arrogant! Even if I die today, I'll drag you down with me, you bastard!" Zhongli's legion commander looked at Zhao Yun, who was riding a black dragon steed majestically on the city wall, his face full of resentment. He said angrily, then suddenly brandished his sword and roared loudly.

Zhongli brandished his sword, and instantly, countless sharp swords shot towards Zhao Yun, unleashing a fierce killing intent.

"A mere trick!" A hint of disdain appeared on Zhao Yun's face. He then extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together in a flower-picking gesture in the air. Instantly, a ray of golden light shot out from the tip of Zhao Yun's right finger, shattering all the incoming arrows in an instant.

"Ahhhh..."

As the golden light shattered the arrows, a series of shrill screams rang out. Arrows fell from the sky, landing on the ground and tumbling about.

Some arrows fell to the ground and shattered into fragments, while others fell into the air and turned directly into a cloud of blood mist.

These golden rays were drawn from Zhao Yun's Dragon Ring. This golden ray was the essence condensed from the spiritual power of a Heaven-Rank Soul Martial Artist, containing powerful destructive energy. Once launched, even ordinary Profound-Rank Soul Martial Artist would not be able to withstand it.

"Call out!"

With a whooshing sound, an arrow, carrying a powerful whistling sound, shot towards Zhongli's legion commander.

"Hmph, you think a mere arrow can hurt me? Dream on!" Seeing the golden light shooting towards him, Zhongli's legion commander's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. With a flick of his wrist, a long sword appeared in his hand. He slashed at the oncoming golden light with the long sword, intending to cut it in two with one strike.

"Boom!"

With a muffled rumble of thunder, the golden light and the longsword collided, producing a deafening explosion that sent powerful shockwaves sweeping outwards.

Zhongli's legion commander felt a tremendous shock from his palm. Instantly, his tiger's mouth went numb, and it was shattered open, with blood flowing out.

"Hiss!"

The Zhongli soldiers standing nearby gasped in shock at the sight, their faces filled with utter horror.

"Such immense power, such incredible physical strength! Just how powerful is this guy's body?" Zhongli's lieutenants exclaimed in fear.

Zhongli's legion commander looked at the wound on his arm, his face contorted with rage. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Bastard, you idiot, what kind of drug did you take? How are you so powerful?"

"Old man Zhongli, I advise you not to do anything foolish. I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, I will kill you all and make you sacrifices for Zhao Yun, hahaha..." Zhao Yun said with a loud laugh, his face full of mockery, looking at Zhongli's reaction.

"Zhao Yun, how dare you be so arrogant! I'll fight you to the death!" Zhongli's legion commander was furious. He brandished his sword and charged towards Zhao Yun, thrusting his sword fiercely at him.

"Snort!"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly and threw a punch.

A series of loud bangs rang out. Zhongli's legion commander was knocked back several steps by Zhao Yun's punch, and the sword in his hand was almost broken by Zhao Yun.

Zhongli Legion, as expected of Profound-Rank Soul Martial Artist, displayed extraordinary reaction speed. After being forced back several steps by Zhao Yun's punch, he quickly regained his footing, brandishing his sword and charging at Zhao Yun once more. Wielding his sword, streaks of light ripped through the air, enveloping Zhao Yun with overwhelming force and a chilling killing intent that instantly filled the entire battlefield. "Such a powerful murderous intent, such a formidable aura!" Seeing Zhongli Legion's offensive, Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise appearing in them. Zhongli Legion's combat strength was far greater than he had imagined, possessing the power of Profound-Rank Soul Martial Artist.

"Hmm? Not bad, he's also Profound-Rank Soul Martial Artist!" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes, followed by an excited look. He roared, "Such intense fighting spirit! Such sharp killing intent! Such surging killing intent! I like it!" Zhao Yun spoke, his aura suddenly soared, surging wildly, the waves of energy surging and spreading out in all directions like a volcanic eruption.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

Zhao Yun's spear danced rapidly in the air, instantly unleashing countless sharp spear beams. Each spear beam contained a faint golden light, and a lifelike golden dragon vaguely appeared on the surface of the spear beam as it charged towards Zhongli's troops.

Zhao Yun's attack was incredibly powerful.

"Bang!"

The weapons of Zhongli's soldiers were struck by the golden light and turned into powder, falling to the ground. The weapons were shattered into dust, which drifted into the void.

"Puff!"

Zhao Yun's spear technique was too sharp; no soldier could withstand a single Zhao Yun thrust. In an instant, a soldier's head was pierced through by Zhao Yun's spear, his entire head completely pierced.

"Bang!"

Just as Zhao Yun's sword was about to touch Zhongli, a golden light enveloped Zhongli, and in the blink of an eye, Zhongli vanished into thin air.

When Zhongli opened his eyes again, he found himself covered in blood in the cave. He had escaped death, but he felt no joy. He would rather have died on the battlefield with the Han!

"Your mortal heart has not yet departed, yet you possess an excellent foundation for cultivating immortality."

A deep, resonant voice came from the cave.

Who is it!?

Zhongli looked around warily. Had he arrived in the Netherworld Underworld? It wasn't as terrifying as the legends said!

But just as he thought that, a powerful pressure came crashing down on him.

"Please forgive me, Immortal!"

Ao Changsheng smiled, befitting the toughest of the Eight Immortals: "You have the potential to cultivate immortality. All your affairs are settled. I bestow upon you the name Han. Han Zhongli, go forth and head straight west. There your fortuitous opportunity will await you there."