The General Is the Soul of the Army

Today's meeting of the New Cloud Alliance proceeded smoothly with very little haggling or bargaining.

This was unusual during Ye Zhen's years as the leader of the alliance, making it somewhat unfamiliar to him. However, upon glancing at the Daoist Black Shoes sitting upright on his left, the scene made sense.

To exaggerate a bit, the latter alone, with his sword, is enough to rival half of the New Cloud Alliance. Not to mention, the renowned Lord Yin Shan Gong of Cloud Horn Prefecture has come with his battle-axe to endorse him.

Compared to them, I, the so-called New Cloud Alliance, am truly not as prestigious.

The general plan for sending troops had actually been set before the various families came to the Chongming Sect to discuss matters; today was merely to fill in the details.

After all, the fact that the leaders of the New Cloud Alliance had gathered at the Chongming Sect could not be kept secret for long. The sect leader and elders of the Changning Sect were not fools, and they naturally knew that there must be something fishy about it.

"Since everyone agrees, then it's settled." As the host, Kang Dabao stood up and made the final decision after Ye Zhen, who was sitting next to him, finished speaking.

Previously, he wouldn't have had the right to say such things. But this time, after Kang Dabao made these remarks, none of the other families raised any objections.

Even if Chongming Sect doesn't count as the nominal Supreme Elder Daoist Black Shoes, the fact that Kang Dabao, Jiang Qing, and Fei Shuhe brought along their dowry maid, Nanny Sun, already means they have three genuine Foundation Establishment True Cultivator.

While this number may not seem impressive, in the current New Cloud Alliance, it is actually only slightly less than the alliance's leader, the Book and Sword Gate Sect. The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Zi Maple Valley, the Jade Moon Shan Household, and the Hemu Dao Family are, in terms of both quantity and quality, inferior to those of the Chongming Sect.

In just over ten years, Chongming Sect has transformed from a small Qi Refinement sect, like Hemu Dao, that relied on the Daoist Black Shoes to join the alliance, into the second strongest sect in the alliance, which cannot help but evoke some sighs in people's hearts.

If we include the connections that Sect Leader Kang Da himself has in the Cloud Horn Prefecture Court, even a major sect like the Book and Sword Gate, with six Foundation Establishment still alive, cannot compare.

The head of the Shan Household, Shan Sheng, was happy to accept this change and even actively tried to get closer to the family through means including but not limited to marriage.

The ideas of Han Sect Leader Han Hemu Dao, were similar. However, while his family was getting closer to the Chongming Sect, he also harbored the desire to use Kang Dabao as a bridge to ease the tense relationship with Daoist Black Shoes.

When facing Kang Dabao, Sect Leader Han still harbored some resentment about his master's departure to someone else. His family was currently only hiring Li Mingyuan, a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator with a good reputation, as a retainer, which cost them most of their annual income.

This resource is essential and cannot be spared. Otherwise, not only will their position in the New Cloud Alliance be in jeopardy, but the backlash from the small families they used to bully would be enough to give them a headache.

If the Daoist Black Shoes were still alive, he wouldn't need to worry about these issues.

As for Zi Maple Valley, most of the higher-ups in the sect were also happy with this arrangement.

After all, if the Chongming Sect was as weak as the others, then Ye Zhen's Book and Sword Gate would be the only dominant force in the New Cloud Alliance.

Although the Shen Household, who had regained control of Zi Maple Valley, were happy that Shen Baiyue had been ambushed and killed by the Changning Sect, it did not mean that they had no objection to Ye Zhen's previous forceful order to reduce Zi Maple Valley's share of the Spirit Stone mine.

However, despite their opinions, Zi Maple Valley's current strength doesn't allow it to challenge Ye Zhen anymore.

After the deaths of Shen Ang and Shen Baiyue, the two previous sect leaders, Zi Maple Valley was succeeded by Shen Tu, who had just Foundation Establishment.

Shen Xing, an old cultivator who had Shen Xing the Foundation Establishment for nearly a hundred years, was already in a mess with Shen Baiyue over power and profit, and then he even created a deputy sect leader to take over.

Unexpectedly, after Shen Baiyue's violent death, Shen Xing leader. However, judging from this incident, Shen Xing showed no courage whatsoever. The example set by his superiors reveals the true nature of Zi Maple Valley.

However, if Chongming Sect, whose paper strength within the alliance is second only to Book and Sword Gate Sect, were willing to challenge the former, Zi Maple Valley would be very happy to see it happen and would be willing to cheer them on and spread the word.

After all, if Ye Zhen, as the leader of the alliance, truly achieved the point where his orders were absolute and no one could control him, it wouldn't be a good thing in the eyes of the leaders of each faction.

Therefore, after Sect Leader Kang Da those words, the matter was considered settled, and it was unlikely that any subsequent changes would be made by the other factions.

A gentle breeze blew through the night, and the full moon hung high in the sky.

Lu Bing lay in the plague ward, gazing thoughtfully at the bright moon.

He spends his days Qi Refinement, nurturing his weapon, chanting scriptures, and bandaging his wounds. He's incredibly busy, yet it seems he hasn't accomplished anything significant. Even just staring blankly at the moon seems like a luxury to him.

Since being assigned by Mo Wen to guard the military camp, these disciples had been engaged in small battles every ten days and large battles every half month with the cultivators under the jurisdiction of the Changning Sect.

Although the frequency may not seem high, each incident resulted in the death of fellow disciples and injuries to relatives and friends. The intervals between attacks, though seemingly long, were actually insufficient for the cultivators in the military camp to recuperate.

If Mo Wen hadn't already established the rule that as long as they persisted for three years, these disciples could be promoted from outer sect to inner sect, or become True Disciple within the inner sect, and those who made great contributions could even be bestowed with Foundation Establishment spiritual objects.

It was only through the promises of various benefits that outer disciples like Lu Bing were able to persevere under such harsh conditions until now.

My poor son has no family or connections. If he can't even bear to give up his own life, what right does he have to fight against fate?

Lu Bing knew he had no right to complain. After all, he was an outer disciple of Ingenious Craftsman Fort, and his treatment was much better than that of the disciples sent by other vassal forces of Ingenious Craftsman Fort or Rogue Cultivator rogue cultivators temporarily recruited in this village.

Ingenious Craftsman Fort was a vanguard force bestowed upon Kuang Liuting Chongming Sect. Each vanguard force had its own vanguard soldiers. These two types of people suffered the heaviest casualties when Changning Sect's lackeys attacked the stronghold.

Lu Bing came from a poor family and embarked on the path of immortality through a series of events. He went through countless hardships to finally enter a major sect that Foundation Establishment. Now, however, he still lives a precarious life, just like when Rogue Cultivator. He has no time to sympathize with them.

Last month, for some unknown reason, Mo Wen, the chief of the Ingenious Craftsman Fort Pingrong, sent an order to the several Ingenious Craftsman Fort garrisons, which had always been passively attacked, to launch a proactive attack on the lackeys of the Changning Sect and extinguish their arrogance.

Lu Bing's injury occurred at that time; a cultivator from the Carefree Grotto across from him slashed his chest, leaving a wound the length of a child's arm.

If it weren't for his cautious nature, having deliberately sold his powerful magical Law Artifact and exchanged it for a magical inner Law Artifact before setting off, this one strike would have been enough to settle the score with him.

The cultivators of Carefree Grotto are no ordinary people; they are arguably the most capable fighting force among the many vassals under the Changning Sect. Lu Bing paid the price of having his puppet shattered and suffering severe injuries before finally managing to kill that cultivator.

Although his injury was quite serious, according to the Alchemist senior brother in the plague ward, he could only come to change his dressings twice every ten days and recuperate for one day.

"The plague institute is running out of medicine and there isn't enough space."

Whenever Lu Bing recalled the awkward and guilty expression on his senior brother's face when he mentioned this matter, he knew that it was no exaggeration.

"I heard that once the end of the year is over, the sect will send another batch of fellow disciples here for rotation. At that time, we can return to the sect to recuperate for half a year before coming back here. In that case, the three-year deadline won't be long."

Lu Bing then recalled a rumor spoken by a junior fellow student she knew well, but even recalling it didn't ignite any enthusiasm in her.

I'm afraid the news is false, but I'm also afraid it's true, and I won't live to see it.

After his guard puppet was shattered and he was severely injured, even if Lu Bing obtained the Storage Bag of that powerful enemy, he would find it difficult to recover his strength in a short time. In the recent two or three attacks on the stronghold by the Changning Sect, everyone could clearly feel that the enemy's offensive was becoming increasingly fierce, and more and more people were dying.

There are two reasons for this. First, the Changning Sect has indeed gathered a large number of vassals and intensified its attack on the stronghold. Second, the number of wounded soldiers like Lu Bing in the stronghold is increasing. Although the Ingenious Craftsman Fort has been replenishing its ranks with new recruits, it cannot keep up with the losses on this side.

Several senior disciples couldn't bear to see these people below cowering and avoiding battle. If a disciple like Lu Bing, whose injuries hadn't fully healed, dared to feign compliance while guarding the stronghold, it would be quite dangerous.

They might be able to eat fewer of the attacking wind blades and fireballs from outside, but they might still be captured by their fellow disciples and slaughtered like chickens to boost morale.

Whether she sticks her neck out or not, the outcome is the same. Lu Bing made up her mind and decided to fight a few more battles.

In the end, it's just a worthless life. I was determined to risk everything from the very beginning of the camp, but after holding on for so long, I've actually become reluctant to let go.

To carve out a future within the inner sect, if one can break through to the Late Qi Refinement early on, then one should strive towards the Foundation Establishment realm; if not, then one should seek a favor, open a piece of spiritual land, become an ancestor of the Meridian Opening stage, and wholeheartedly nurture one's bloodline—that would also be a good thing.

After an unknown amount of time, a cluster of dense dark clouds drifted across the sky, obscuring the silvery moon.

Lu Bing was quite annoyed at losing his rare pastime. Just as he frowned, the bell tower in the village suddenly sounded an alarm. Startled, he ignored his still bleeding wound, immediately changed into his ceremonial robes, grabbed his Law Artifact, and stood ready for battle.

In the plague ward, all the wounded who could stand up moved in the same way as him, which was one of the reasons why they were able to survive in this military camp.

In just a short while, Lu Bing and the others had spontaneously gathered together.

The senior disciple in charge of the plague institute arrived quickly, his usual aloof demeanor replaced by a friendly one. He said, "The bandits have invaded the stronghold. By order of Senior Brother Li Zhai, all of you junior brothers are requested to return to your positions and defend your positions to retaliate. Senior Brother Li Zhai has stated that whoever returns with a decapitation strike will be rewarded with two Realm-Breaking Pills."

Lu Bing disliked the friendly tone of this inner sect senior brother. The last time, when Senior Brother Li Zhai led them out of the village to attack the enemy, he used the same tone.

He preferred his senior brothers to be as harsh and unpleasant as usual, and he didn't care if they beat or scolded him, an ordinary junior brother.

The last time Lu Bing spoke in such a warm tone, he lost two close fellow disciples.

This principle was known not only to Lu Bing, but to everyone in the room. However, like Lu Bing, they did not argue and simply bowed their heads in obedience.

It wasn't for the bounty; judging from the situation, the enemy was definitely launching a large-scale attack. The Ingenious Craftsman Fort was barely clinging to life within their lines; who among them possessed the skill to escape, behead the enemy, and return?

They're simply caught in the middle and can't extricate themselves.

Lu Bing dared not slow down, enduring the sharp pain in her chest, and hurried to her assigned position.

The protective array erected in the military camp is of a high grade, First-Tier Supreme-Grade Thick Earth Round Light Array. If it is intact, it can withstand the thick earth to form a wall and use the circular light to repel enemies. With the forty or fifty cultivators still in the camp, even Foundation Establishment True Cultivator would find it difficult to breach.

But now, the essence of the earth in the formation has been exhausted, and it is unable to form an earthen wall. The secondary formation of the circular light array has also been shattered due to excessive control, and the protective shield of the main formation is now extremely weak.

If no one is sent to guard the formation, the enemy cultivators' Technique Method and Law Artifact could break through the formation in a short time. That's why Senior Brother Lizhai urgently summoned fellow disciples like Lu Bing, who were still recuperating from the plague, to guard the formation.

After Lu Bing arrived at his position, he first moved a corpse from the spot. The corpse had been shattered into several pieces by the ice arrow, and its face was a blur. Lu Bing couldn't even recognize whether it was a fellow Ingenious Craftsman Fort.

A fellow disciple who had been guarding her position for a long time thought she could finally rest for a while. After Lu Bing took her place, she didn't say a word and just sat down cross-legged to regulate her breathing.

Unexpectedly, Lu Bing was shaken so badly by the fireballs and golden spears that his Qi and Blood and qi surged, and he was almost knocked over by the raging spiritual power. This caused his senior sister to glare at him from the ground, but she gritted her teeth and stood up to take his place, finally managing to hold the line.

"Any reinforcements?" Lu Bing heard the senior sister ask, but he didn't know if she was asking him or herself, so he didn't speak. He used his spiritual power to stabilize his position with one hand and used his silver claw Law Artifact with the other to hollow out the chest of an early-stage cultivator who was too close.

The cultivator stared bitterly at his mangled chest, unable to shed a tear, and collapsed.

After succeeding, Lu Bing quickly recalled the silver claw Law Artifact, ignoring its sticky and colorful coating, and grabbed it. He then looked at the Storage Bag at the waist of the fallen cultivator with a sense of regret.

If he had been bolder and willing to risk having the Law Artifact intercepted, he could have retrieved it.

However, his willingness to fight back made those surrounding him wary, and his previous aggressive and unrestrained attack subsided, finally allowing Lu Bing and his companion to move a little more freely.

The bloody battle in the darkness was incredibly fierce.

Those rogue Rogue Cultivator who had been forced to abandon their formation and flee were smashed into mincemeat by the inner sect senior brothers supervising the formation using puppets.

Enemy cultivators who had just captured the enemy positions and poured into the stronghold were blasted into dust by the well-prepared, top-grade crossbows;

Some fellow disciples, unable to withstand the pressure of defending the formation, simply broke free and, wielding their Law Artifact, became trapped among the crowd of cultivators surrounding the formation, disappearing without a trace.

Lu Bing numbly defended against attack after attack. His senior sister beside him was cut in two by the golden light that broke the formation at some point. She didn't have time to cry out in pain, and Lu Bing didn't have time to look at her either.

The wound on his chest, which had just begun to scab over, had already reopened, but he had no time to care about it.

At this point, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. If the protective array's spiritual power were removed, before his supervising senior brother could kill him, the Daoist arts and Law Artifact rushing in from outside would blast him into ashes.

Lu Bing couldn't see it, and even the inner sect senior brother who had been supervising them from behind showed a look of anxiety on his face.

"Any reinforcements?" The question that the senior sister had just asked suddenly flashed into the minds of all the cultivators guarding the stronghold.

Even Senior Brother Li Zhai, who had been observing the whole situation, was feeling uneasy. "Uncle Mo promised me beforehand that I could compete for the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Treasure, so he won't go back on his word, will he?"

He understood the principle that prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat, but the men leading the encirclement below were too ruthless, and he was no match for them. As soon as they broke through the formation, he dared not get close and could only force them back from a distance with crossbows.

If they rashly launch an attack now, the senior brother of Lizhai is not confident that he can escape unscathed. If the surprise attack ends in defeat, not only will he fail to break the siege, but he will also damage the already low morale of the village's troops.

"Reinforcements have arrived!!" Upon hearing a loud shout from the front lines, Senior Brother Li Zhai could no longer maintain his calm demeanor and rushed to the front lines as fast as he could.

A short, stocky man, wielding a Sha Qi iron staff and riding a Black Blood Colt, led fifty or sixty cultivators charging towards them from outside the formation.

Although most of the cultivators surrounding the formation were drawn from the many vassals of the Changning Sect, the leader was a True Disciple of the Corpse Refining lineage. He had just led his men to break through one of the formation positions and killed four or five guarding cultivators on his own, but in the end, he was forced to retreat because of the sharp spiritual tools of the Ingenious Craftsman Fort.

However, he was not injured. Seeing that the reinforcements on the other side were few in number, he did not panic. With a casual wave of his hand, he sent out more than a hundred cultivators to follow him away from the formation to fight the enemy.

Seeing that the short, stocky man leading the group was only at the Qi Refinement, he was even less afraid. He summoned his natal spirit zombie, full of confidence, and was about to cut the man down from his horse.

Both charged ahead. The short, stocky man did not slow down when he saw the enemy's many cultivators approaching. Instead, he spurred his horse forward and caught up with the spirit zombie, striking it with his staff.

The tiger's roar was like the wind, so powerful that even mindless, stupid creatures like the natal spirit zombie seemed to be stunned for a moment.

However, it was ultimately a terrifying monster meticulously refined by the Ge Household's Foundation Establishment and nurtured by the Ge Household's True Disciple, destined to break through to the Second Tier alongside its master. It wouldn't be so easily intimidated by the tiger's roar that it would disobey its master's commands.

The Soul-Capturing Bell rang repeatedly. Faced with the sudden attack of the Tiger Sha Staff, the natal spirit zombie stretched out its dark, mottled hand, intending to seize it.

It was very long, a head taller than Yuan Jin riding the Black Blood Colt. Yuan Jin's all-out attack looked somewhat overconfident and rather comical from the outside.

But the Fang Yi Ling Jiang's hands collided with the Tiger Sha Staff, the situation turned out exactly as the one-sided defeat had been imagined by the Ge Household's True Disciple with his flowing hair.

The spirit zombie's hands, as hard as metal, were swept into dust by the Sha Qi on the Tiger Sha Staff. The spirit zombie cried out in pain, its eyes wide with shock, and blood spilled from its mouth.

"Could this dwarf be Foundation Establishment True Cultivator?!" The unkempt cultivator was shocked, almost thinking that the other party had used some advanced Technique Method to verify his ability to observe qi.

However, Yuan Jin did not possess the aura unique to Foundation Establishment True Cultivator, which made the cultivators feel something was amiss.

However, Yuan Jin did not give him much time to think. After gaining an advantage from the spirit zombie, he actually abandoned the Tiger Sha Staff, and without gathering his strength, he aimed his large fist, covered with Spirit Artifact gauntlet, at the spirit zombie's head and struck.

The cultivator with the loose hair sensed something was wrong. The bells in his hand jingled wildly as he managed to dodge the spirit zombie's head and slammed his fist into the spirit Hardness breastplate.

The scene that left the cultivator in disbelief unfolded once again. His spirit zombie, which he had always been proud of, was shattered into pieces by the short, stocky man's attack. Many of his prepared moves were left unused!

"Foundation Establishment! It's Foundation Establishment!" The cultivator coughed up blood, his previous arrogance completely gone. In a panic, he threw down three Black-Haired Zombie and left.

Yuan Jin shattered the spirit zombie, but showed no sign of pride. He withdrew his fist stance, pulled on the reins and spurred his horse. With three tiger roars and the sound of wind, the three Black-Haired Zombie left behind by the loose-haired cultivator were once again smashed into pieces of flesh and bones.

Seeing that the cultivator with the loose hair was getting closer and closer to the cultivators he had brought, Yuan Jin did not slow down. With a resolute expression, he directly captured the enemy.

The exchange between the two, though seemingly lengthy, actually happened in the blink of an eye. Before the opposing cultivators could even react or properly set up their formation, the usually invincible, disheveled cultivator was severely injured and forced to flee in a single exchange, shouting something like "Foundation Establishment! Foundation Establishment!"

With a hundred people, there are all sorts of people. When faced with a sudden change in circumstances, how can they not have all sorts of thoughts?

The cultivator who was spreading the message didn't care about the serious consequences his actions would have on the cultivators surrounding the formation.

His desperate escape was not without reason. In his view, the New Cloud Alliance had broken the tacit agreement by sending Foundation Establishment True Cultivator to attack and kill Qi Refinement disciples. This was against the rules, and he should return to his sect as soon as possible to report to his master.

This is clearly a sign of escalating war; we can't afford to delay!

Yuan Jin was unaware that the cultivator with the loose hair had so many thoughts. He urged the Black Blood Colt without stopping for a moment and summoned a Second-Tier Lower-Grade Silver Scale Armor Talisman.

As the talisman burned out, a layer of dazzling silver armor covered Yuan Jin's short, stocky body.

He followed the fleeing, disheveled cultivators, single-handedly and fiercely carving his way into the chaotic crowd of various Technique Method, sweeping his staff across the battlefield.

The Tiger Sha Staff was imbued with a tangible, malevolent Sha Qi, making it extremely ferocious. These cultivators were filled with dread and had no one to guide them; they were truly injure if they were even grazed, and die if they were touched.

However, apart from a few pieces of armor disappearing, Yuan Jin's silver armor was completely intact. After he charged into the enemy formation alone, a large part of the Changning Sect's already loose and chaotic formation immediately collapsed.

The cultivators, however, paid no heed and Yixin escaping. Soldiers are the courage of their generals, and generals are the soul of their soldiers. This group of cultivators was cobbled together from various vassals. Their lack of skill was secondary; what was more fatal was their lack of a unified strategy.

In an instant, most of them fled, while only a small number dared to fight, creating utter chaos.

Although only Yuan Jin was charging into battle, the scene resembled a fierce battle between two armies, causing dust to fly and men and horses to fall.

At this moment, Yuan Jin ignored the ordinary soldiers. Those who still couldn't see the situation clearly and dared to block his way were all killed with a single blow from his staff! He urged his Black Blood Colt straight at the back of the disheveled cultivator, channeling his spiritual power and smashing it down with his staff!

The cultivator, feeling extremely distressed, hurriedly summoned a top-grade magic Law Artifact, a beast-faced tablet, to block the attack.

"Thump!" It was as if a large drum was pounding in his ear, making the cultivator dizzy! His footwork went awry and his speed slowed down. Taking advantage of this moment, Yuan Jin leaped off his horse and used the White Ape Step lightning speed.

After Yuan Jin comprehended the "White Ape Scripture" to a level that no one before him had ever reached, this footwork technique had reached perfection.

Amidst the chaos of war, it was even three times faster than the Black Blood Colt, which was most adept at swift attacks. In just a few moves, it caught up with the disheveled cultivator, set up its cannon hammer, and unleashed a punch.

The beast-faced plaque was dented by the punch, and the cultivator's face was filled with terror. He was so shocked by the recoil that he almost lost his Divine Sense and his connection with his life-protecting Law Artifact.

Only when he got closer and saw that Yuan Jin's aura hadn't changed at all did he dare to be certain that the short man in front of him really wasn't Foundation Establishment!

How could someone who hasn't Foundation Establishment possess such exaggerated combat power? There's a Foundation Establishment in the Chongming Sect named Jiang Qing, who's known for his fighting prowess, but even when he was Qi Refinement, he probably wasn't as terrifying as this short man!

"If only I had known! I shouldn't have run away!" The cultivator with the disheveled hair didn't even need to look to know that his hundred-man team had been turned upside down by Fang Yi, a disastrous consequence of his own recklessness as the main commander.

If we can calm ourselves down, even if we lose the spirit zombies and then properly set up the formation, how could our side possibly lose!

Regretfully unable to save anyone, several Ge Household disciples who were still surrounding the formation saw this turn of events and were about to come to the rescue when they saw their own True Disciple being punched over by the short man opposite them, knocking over the beast-faced plaque.

The fist, as big as a bowl, didn't stop. As it fell, it transformed from a fist into a palm, grabbing the cultivator's neck and squeezing hard.

The cultivator immediately coughed up blood from all seven orifices, and his two clear black and white eyeballs popped out of their sockets, connected only by a few thin lines of blood.

"Die!" Yuan Jin used his palm as a blade, slashing horizontally, and the huge head flew into the sky.

This cultivator, True Disciple Foundation Establishment and pillar of a great clan, was utterly powerless to resist, and was killed by Yuan Jin, an unknown figure.

The short man, seemingly possessed by a demonic ape, was doused with hot blood, leaped up with his staff, and landed back on his horse.

The Black Blood Colt up, its mane throbbing, and turned again, carrying Yuan Jin as it charged towards the enemy ranks who were fleeing in panic.

"Puff puff puff!" On the way back, there was a chaotic smashing, and another seven or eight people were taken Storage Bag and killed. At this time, the patrolmen from the Thief-Catching Office brought by Yuan Jin also arrived in an orderly formation.

With backup, Yuan Jin's courage surged, and he charged back a short distance, striking the ball with his staff and haphazardly tossing eight or nine heads down to the foot of the camp, shocking the surrounding cultivators to the point of turning pale.

While numbly facing the enemy and unaware of the unexpected turn of events, Lu Bing suddenly sensed that the attack from below the stronghold had stopped, allowing him to take a pill to recover his strength during this brief respite.

In stark contrast to Lu Bing, the few remaining members of the Ge Household in the village were all ashen-faced and at a loss.

Just then, Yuan Jin reined in his horse and shouted, "Double Brightness Second Yuan is here! Listen up, the army is coming! Surrender and you will be spared!"

Soldiers are the courage of their generals, and generals are the soul of their soldiers. The patrolmen, their ranks solemn and orderly, their armor plates gleaming, struck the ground with their weapons and shouted, "Surrender and you'll be spared! Surrender and you'll be spared!"

Although the attacking side still had over two hundred men, more than the opposing side combined with their reinforcements, they felt a comical sense of being surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Hundreds of cultivators, both inside and outside the village, looked at the short, red-haired man carrying the severed head of a disfigured cultivator and shouting loudly. They all felt they had never seen a Qi Refinement cultivator like this before.

For a moment, the village was completely silent, except for the rhythmic pounding of the patrolmen and their calls for surrender.

Surrender and you'll be spared death! Surrender and you'll be spared death!

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