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Chapter 603 A Crushing Defeat
Innate ability is the ultimate use of one's body and strength.

After martial arts practitioners reach this stage, they have achieved a level of self-control that allows them to do whatever they want. They also have a deeper understanding of the rules of power. They will no longer waste a single bit of power on irrelevant matters. This is why, once they reach the Innate Realm, it becomes very difficult for outsiders to discern the true level of their cultivation.

Once they start fighting, they can use every bit of their strength to attack their opponent.

In terms of true energy cultivation, a master of the Innate Realm is not actually much stronger than a ninth-grade Profound Realm expert.

In some extreme cases, even a master at the peak of the ninth rank of Xuan Yuan might have a higher level of true energy cultivation than a master at the Xiantian level, but they would be far inferior in the application of power. Once they started fighting, they would still be easily defeated.

Therefore, when two innate masters meet, if there is no significant difference in their rules for using power, the one with more profound cultivation will naturally be stronger.

He Zudao believed that his cultivation level must be stronger than that of the young Li Dachui.

But reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.

In the Cloud Mist Mountain, after regaining his memories, devouring Jiang Qian's Phoenix Flame, and reading Qingfeng's summary of the martial arts of this world, Li Dachui has already opened a crack in the door to his spiritual journey.

Although he couldn't squeeze through the crack, he could still catch a glimpse of the scenery inside by peering through it.

Spiritual travel is the use of time and space.

Once Li Dachui understood this, he also understood why Qingfeng could appear and disappear so suddenly at Li Qing's funeral hundreds of years ago, like a god or a demon.

He Zudao gripped the giant sword with both hands, his movements sweeping and powerful, each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum. He offered no defense, only offense. Li Dachui, however, strolled leisurely, casually swinging his blade. Yet, his Minghong Blade, in its clash with He Zudao's giant sword, neither dodged nor yielded, each strike a direct, head-on collision.

Strangely, no one could hear a sound from such a heavy blow. The swords collided heavily, yet it was as if they had hit a pile of cotton. When Cao Hui led the White Tiger Brigade past the two men, she glanced at them curiously a few more times, and immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded. In shock, she immediately leaned over the saddle, closed her eyes, and only after rushing a few steps did she straighten up again, but she dared not look back.

That's not a battle he can participate in right now.

To outsiders, He Zudao appears powerful and imposing, but in reality, he is already struggling to make ends meet.

Not only is Li Dachui's skill incredibly profound, but his true energy cultivation is also extremely strange. One moment you feel as if you are in a furnace of heaven and earth, and the next moment you feel as if you have fallen into an ice cellar. One of these would be extremely uncomfortable, let alone two of them and switching between them.

He Zudao knew about Phoenix Fire and Moonlight Weak Water. He had even fought with the demonic sect masters who practiced these two skills. But he simply couldn't believe that these two completely opposite martial arts could exist in one person.

Then there is only one possibility.

The universe is one.

That's an ancient legend.

The father and son had also dismissed it as a strange anecdote and laughed it off.

Like He Qingqiu, Qingfeng was a taboo subject in the Qin Dynasty. Even top figures like He Qiku and his son He Zudao only knew one side of the story.

But they knew about the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

No one believed that anyone could actually cultivate the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
He Zudao, of course, did not believe it either.

But now, he sees it.

His greatsword was already covered with countless tiny cracks.

The greatsword had already suffered hidden damage from the extreme changes in temperature, and even the best materials could not withstand such conditions for long.

He Zudao struggled to hold on. In terms of individual martial arts alone, he certainly knew that he was doomed to defeat.

But today's battle involves tens of thousands of troops.

As long as your subordinates win, today's victory will still be yours.

As for myself, all I need to do is hold out until the end and not get killed by Li Dachui on the battlefield.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he surveyed the battlefield.

But his heart sank into an abyss.

Because his subordinates did not have the upper hand, but were actually at a disadvantage.

This time, Li Dachui gathered too many martial arts masters to participate in this battle. His main strategy was to use a large number of martial arts masters as the spearhead of the army, defeat He Zudao as quickly as possible, and then turn his attention to deal with Na Wei.

Ke Wuji, He Yiming, and Zhan Zhao, three experts of the ninth rank of Xuan Yuan, served as the spearheads of three attacking teams, while Fang Xiaomao, Cao Hui, Liu Chuang, Su Qi, Lu Xiong, Liu Wan, and others formed the backbone of their teams, launching an attack on He Zudao's group.

He Zudao's army was not weak. The Jiangnan Garrison Army was once a famous and powerful army. Although it had suffered many hardships in recent years and was much weaker than before, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Ke Wuji's troops alone were no match for the Jiangnan Garrison Army.

But now, leading the charge are the White Tiger Brigade from beyond the Great Wall and the elite troops that Fang Xiaomao brought from Sichuan, and they are led by martial arts masters.

Those at the seventh rank of Xuan Yuan can only serve as junior officers, while only those at the ninth rank of Xuan Yuan can become the spearhead of the army.

Ke Wuji spurred his horse and leaped into the air, charging straight into the enemy formation composed of large shields and long spears. The warhorse, fearing the forest of spears over ten feet long, reared up and neighed, unwilling to charge forward. Ke Wuji, however, roared and dismounted, grabbed the horse's legs with both hands, and, to the astonishment of many, lifted the over a thousand-pound warhorse. Then, with a spin, the warhorse crashed heavily into the enemy formation in front of him.

He himself followed closely behind, riding close to his warhorse.

Countless spears pierced the falling warhorses in that instant. Horses died, spears broke, and screams filled the air. At the same time, Ke Wuji had already landed in the dense enemy ranks. With his hands outstretched, he grabbed and threw soldiers from the Jiangnan Garrison out of the formation. The formation, which had been without any gaps, was instantly opened up.

Behind him, Fang Xiaomao followed closely, his Tiger Wing Blade flashing. Beside him, Cao Hui's spear flickered wildly, and the gash that Ke Wuji had opened was rapidly widening.

Behind them, more members of the White Tiger Brigade surged in.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the Jiangnan garrison was ripped open with three huge, bloody wounds.

For the military, a single martial arts master is not a threat.

Even groups of martial arts masters are not scary.
But what they fear most is the combination of martial arts masters and well-trained troops.

There are naturally martial arts masters among the Jiangnan Garrison, but they would never do something as extravagant as Li Dachui, using a ninth-rank Xuan Yuan master as a common soldier to charge into battle. They also lack the resources to do so.

He Zudao was utterly despondent, as if dead.

If his subordinates cannot defeat their opponents and then come to his aid, then he is doomed to defeat.

Right now, his subordinates will likely be defeated before him.

Where there is life, there is hope.

The thought crossed his mind, and He Zudao immediately made a decision.

run!
(End of this chapter)