The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 303 All beings suffer, the spear shatters the army.

Prefect Wang slightly raised his eyes and looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him.

He came here to try to resolve the key point that would break the Langzhong formation, but when he arrived with a hundred armored elites, he witnessed an astonishing scene: the mist demons fell down like grass being cut down.

"...Are you the one who broke into the Taishanglou Taoist temple in Langzhong?"

Prefect Wang's voice was calm, his eyes were tired and numb with a kind of torment as he looked at Zhou Yan, who was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and holding an ancient Han Dynasty spear, and said, "We have no intention of fighting with you, Taoist Master."

"I can ask that ally to activate the formation so that you can all leave this place."

"I can also offer you longevity pills as an apology. If you wish to take the people away from here, I will not stand in your way. Please feel free to do so."

Zhou Yan said, "Leave?"

Prefect Wang looked at him, his voice weary, and said, "You just wandered in here by accident, didn't you? We don't intend to keep you here. Please leave and continue your travels."

Zhou Yan pressed his spear against the ground.

"Trapping the people in a dream, using mist to lure demons, is this what you call 'unintentional fighting' and 'apology'?"

The two Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain looked at him with some concern.

Zhou Yan suddenly laughed, and his laughter grew louder. With a flick of his wrist, the silver spear spun in his palm, tearing through the wind. The spearhead pointed at Prefect Wang, and he said, "I've heard an old saying. I wonder if Prefect Wang knows it?"

Prefect Wang said, "I am a military officer and I am illiterate. Please enlighten me, Daoist."

Zhou Yan said, "It's called 'Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult.'"

"Come on."

Prefect Wang looked even more exhausted. He patted his waist, gripped his spear, formed a battle formation, and charged forward. Zhou Yan shouted, "Fellow Daoists, protect yourselves!"

Jiang Sinan and Ye Chenying's expressions changed, and they shouted, "Daoist Master, be careful!"

"When military strategists form battle formations, their power is considerable!"

Be extremely careful!

The military lineage is different from ordinary Xuan Guan. Whether or not a general has troops under his command, the strength he can unleash is completely different. And if his troops are battle-hardened elites, the power he displays is even more different.

Zhou Yan gripped the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear and stepped into the formation. His spear movements were fierce, not spear techniques, but weapon techniques. Ye Chenying saw the Taoist enter and a hundred people formed a battle formation, all of them demonized, like Xuan Guan.

The young Taoist wielded his spear with effortless skill; his moves were already incredibly refined, but the force of the impact was even more immense!

Every move he made was equally impressive, seemingly a one-man battle against a hundred!

Prefect Wang was in charge of the military formation. His cultivation level was already quite good, with a foundation of the sixth rank. Later, through evil means, he reached the fifth rank in this blessed land. Combined with the military formation, he believed that even the most famous generals of the time were no match for him.

However, upon exchanging blows with the young Taoist priest, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

The opponent's moves were already extremely fierce, yet they were still able to directly attack the weak points of the military formation. They had a great understanding of the flow of the military formation, as if they were also well-versed in military tactics, as if they came from a military lineage.

When their moves collide, the force is incredibly powerful.

He had only been leading the army for a dozen or so rounds when the fighting started, and his hands were already numb from the impact, making it hard to hold his weapon. When he looked closely, he saw blood flowing from his hands.

Zhou Yan, however, found the fight increasingly exhilarating!
The [Central Pillar] locked within this blessed land, that mountain temporarily replacing Mount Tai, emanates a very special blessing.

Pure power, a vast and magnificent foundation!

The methods of mountain gods are often closely related to the unique characteristics of those mountains themselves.

For example, the sharp and fierce energy of Geng metal in the Western Mountain and the fire of Li fire in the Southern Mountain. The Five Sacred Mountains are already an extremely remarkable group of mountains, but this time, the blessing given by these mountains does not contain the energy of the Five Elements, but only pure power.

He was able to fight against a hundred elite demon-transformed warriors who were also at a disadvantage, despite being only at the fifth-grade Dao foundation level.

The spear swept across suddenly.

The gun whistled, creating a sonic boom that swirled with the wind and slammed into the left side.

boom! ! !
The heavy steel shields, made in the style of the Tang Dynasty, shattered, and the elite soldiers holding them flew out, spitting out blood. Zhou Yan felt a slight stinging sensation in the tiger's mouth of his hands, which were gripping the spear, but it was immediately soothed by the blessing of this special mountain.

Not only does it greatly enhance strength, but the foundational enhancement also allows it to ignore a certain degree of backlash injury. The combination of these two allows the holder of the position of mountain god to unleash extreme power without any worries, without fear of being unable to withstand the power and being devoured by the backlash.

"it is good!!!"

Zhou Yan roared.

His marksmanship changed again, and he suddenly slashed down hard.

Prefect Wang formed a battle formation, and his malevolent energy transformed into a giant battle spirit. He used the blade formed from that malevolent energy to block the spear. Accompanied by a violent clang of metal, Prefect Wang felt a metallic taste in his throat, his vision went black, and his heart was filled with fear.

To break through the formation by force—what kind of tactic is this?
Where does this Taoist priest come from, that he possesses such abilities!

Zhou Yan also sensed the complexity of the battle formation. He twitched his ears and heard the sounds of crossbow bolts that could pierce armor, break air, and break magic. He took a half step back, swept his spear in the opposite direction, and the beacon fire exploded, turning into a defense.

A hundred armored elite soldiers stood around him, their weapons pointing at him, shimmering with silver light and transforming into a giant steel net.

These are all battle-hardened elites.

The troops in Langzhong should not have possessed such power.

However, we should also thank the old fox Li Longji who fled to Sichuan. In addition, the canal transport to Chang'an was cut off, which led to a lot of logistics being transported to Chang'an from here. The troops here also went through battles and were toughened up.

Zhou Yan gripped his weapon.

We can't delay any longer.

With a thought, the battle formation resumed, spears thrust forward, heavy shields formed a circle, and heavy crossbow bolts rained down, attacking as if slaying a ferocious beast. Zhou Yan suddenly spun his spear once, his magical power flowing, tearing out a protective flame.

The heavy shields had completely surrounded him. The warrior, who had long since transformed into a demon, gripped his spear and seized the opportunity to thrust it at Zhou Yan through the gaps. As he thrust, his energy resonated with the great formation, and a fierce aura suddenly emanated from the spear.

Zhou Yan used his feet to dodge the first thrust of the spear.

However, these spears formed a clamp, overlapping and interlocking, tightly wedging Zhou Yan's waist, legs, and arms. The soldiers roared, and the giant shield stepped forward. Other elite soldiers, wielding Tang Dynasty broadswords, slashed through the gaps in the heavy shield.

Forming a unified formation, these battle-hardened elites, with their auras aligned, use heavy shields to block movement and agility. The first thrust with the spear is ideal if successful; otherwise, lock the opponent in place, press forward with heavy shields, and deliver a powerful slash with the longsword.

The formation, with its rings upon rings, is a special array used by the Tang Dynasty army to deal with Xuan Guan masters.

Zhou Yan suddenly raised his spear, desperately blocking the slashing blades.

Prefect Wang suddenly leaped into the air, his spear radiating a powerful aura, aiming at Zhou Yan to deliver the final blow. However, he instantly sensed something amiss. The young Taoist, surrounded by heavy shields and with his spear locked around him, even had to parry the heavy blows with his own weapon, yet his face showed no fear.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes, a sharp glint in them.

A chill suddenly ran through Prefect Wang's heart.

impossible!
Even a mere Daoist, at the fifth rank, couldn't possibly face a hundred armored elite soldiers led by a fifth-rank general all by himself. It's impossible; he couldn't possibly be trying to use this opportunity to lure them all over.

Impossible, he couldn't possibly have...

Buzz! ! !
The spear whistled, and golden-red flames flared in Zhou Yan's eyes. The young Taoist's dark blue robe billowed, and the scrolls on his back began to light up. In an instant, a chilling and tragic aura descended upon the earth, as if an ancient battlefield had reappeared. He breathed, exhaled.

Like a dragon swallowing the clouds!
With his feet firmly planted on the earth, the earth's veins transformed into the power of his body. A boundless power arose from this point, and the special blessing of the mountain god was transmitted to Zhao Zilong's weapon. The baleful aura swirled, and Prefect Wang changed his movements almost instantly, retreating violently.

Because of the forced reversal of the action, his own vital energy was devoured by the military formation.

He felt excruciating pain in his internal organs and his vision went black.

The next moment, he saw a scene that should never have happened: blood-red lightning exploded, and the hundred armored elites seemed to have been hit by a powerful force at the same time, flying up with their limbs forward and their bodies backward.

Everything was quiet for a moment.

Then came a thick, viscous gust of air, hissing and roaring like a dragon.

boom! ! !
The hundred armored, demon-transformed elite soldiers were sent flying directly from Zhou Yan, either crashing into the walls and creating spiderweb-like cracks in the hard walls, or spitting out blood in mid-air, clearly beyond saving.

One weapon after another flew through the air, then stuck into the ground, circling around Zhou Yan as if guarding his monarch.

The legacy of the military lord.

"The Heaven-Swallowing Technique for the Devastation of All Industries"!
Prefect Wang felt dizzy and disoriented. He had never seen such terrifying explosive power before. The next moment, a tremendous force exploded out. Zhou Yan's bright silver spear swept across the area. The spear's blade was particularly large, like a sharp sword, cutting through the weapon in front of it.

Enveloped by Zhou Yan's powerful energy, it flew out like a heavy crossbow breaking through a city wall.

Prefect Wang brandished his weapon, knocking them all down with a clang.

"Why does this move bear some resemblance to that of the general surnamed Shen under An Lushan's rebel army..."

"No, because... I can't die here..."

After all, he was a fifth-rank warrior in this blessed land, considered a master of his time. He fought and retreated, managing to block all attacks. However, when he knocked down the last weapon, he couldn't see Zhou Yan, and his expression changed drastically.

The Taoist priest was already behind them!
Prefect Wang gripped his spear tightly, spun around, and swept the spear, which was wreathed in flames, across the room. But the next moment, he felt as if he had been stabbed hard in the back, his vision went black, and then he was struck hard in the back, abdomen, and knee.

In the blink of an eye, almost all of his vital points were hit. Prefect Wang's knee was broken, and he knelt on the ground. Just then, he saw a small, faded sachet that had fallen in front of him during the fight. He struggled to pick it up, but his shoulder was pressed down by the blade of the spear.

Undeterred, he reached out to grab the sachet, ignoring the suppression of his energy.

Amidst the sound of weapons piercing flesh, Prefect Wang's hand was pierced by the spear blade, yet he still clung tightly to the sachet, blood gushing out continuously, staining the faded sachet crimson.

The spearman changed his move and pressed down, and Prefect Wang could no longer raise his head.

Only then did the two Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain react, their eyes wide with astonishment.

One man, armed with a gun, takes on a well-equipped hundred-man army.

They actually managed to win?
What kind of monster is this? Has the ancestral master appeared?

Zhou Yan exhaled, sensing that the inheritance of the Lord of Soldiers, under the blessing of this strange mountain god's power, was manifesting in an even more domineering manner. He became increasingly curious about what kind of mountain this was.

Prefect Wang finally realized what was happening, breathing heavily and looking dejected.

Zhou Yan pressed the man down with his spear and said, "It seems we need to talk about your plans, the local city, and what the connection is between this place and Langyuan."

Prefect Wang lowered his head, then suddenly chuckled, his cheek twitching:

"...To have noticed so much in such a short time is truly impressive."

"But, Daoist Master, you can't change it..."

"The formation here is based on an ancient dream, cough cough, and also on mortal immortals. As for me, I am just a pawn under their command, fighting for a reason that is insignificant to you."

Zhou Yan suddenly realized something and said, "You are not the prefect!"

Prefect Wang, or rather, this general, did not answer. The Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain hurriedly said, "You, aren't you the city lord? You should be protecting the people. How could you lead them into this great dream?"

These words seemed to provoke the Prefect Wang, who clutched the sachet tightly and suddenly burst into laughter:
“Protecting the people… Haha, you really are a monk. Have you ever seen real starving people? It’s not just one or two starving people, it’s the entire city, the entire prefecture, piled up like firewood by the roadside.”

"Because of the An Lushan Rebellion, we have to go to the front to fight, but the food and supplies of our loved ones at home have to be taken away and sent to the front!"

"My life is going to fill the pit, and my children will go hungry. Take the food rations of my children and parents and send me to the front line to die."

"justice?"

"When your daughter, with her last breath, tugs at your clothes and asks, 'Father, if I sleep, will I not be hungry in my dreams?' tell me, what is the Way?! Is it strict rules and regulations, or the lives of all the people in this city who are still breathing?!"

Like a roaring, enraged tiger, Prefect Wang raised his other hand and gripped the spear blade Zhou Yan was pressing against his neck. Blood flowed from his cut palm. Jiang Sinan stammered, "This, this... shouldn't be at the expense of the people..."

Prefect Wang laughed bitterly, "Who can't spout grand principles?!"

"My parents are dead."

"There is only one woman."

"That was my last desire to survive."

He grabbed Zhou Yan's spear blade, suddenly stood up, rolled and retreated, dodging the spear's instinctive thrust. Zhou Yan's eyes were filled with complex pity as he thought of many things: Zhang Shoutian, Shen Cangming. He felt sorrow in his heart, but his spear thrust did not stop because of his pity.

Zhou Yan tore off the armor of Prefect Wang. The man stood up, grabbed his armor and tore off his battle robe, and put the faded sachet, now stained with blood, into his bosom.

His muscular body was covered in countless wounds; he gripped his weapon, a quiet madness lurking in his eyes.
"I have fought to the death for my country and its people!"

"I'm willing to pay any price to save my daughter, even if it means bloodshed on my hands—they promised me a Kunlun Immortal Pill. For her, I'd gladly fall into the deepest hell!"

The Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain said, "Don't trust them!"

Prefect Wang's eyes were bloodshot: "I cannot let go of even the slightest chance."

"If there truly is justice in this world, why should I fight to the death for my country while my family starves to death, and my daughter suffer the same fate?! There is no justice in this world; justice is nothing but a lie that lures us to our deaths!"

"Come!"

Prefect Wang roared, but at that moment, the fog began to churn and swirl.

Everyone felt a sharp aura that seemed to pierce through their skin and soul. They turned around abruptly and saw layers of flowing golden light on the pavilion, converging into a golden figure at least ten feet tall.

Zhou Yan recognized the move: "...Innate Geng Metal Dharma Form?!"

Just as Zhou Yan was about to break through the formation before dealing with his opponent.

Jin Tianwang disregarded the lives of those trapped within the formation and bypassed them.

The Dharma Image, wielding a massive spear, fiercely rammed into the pavilion.

He laughed wildly:

"Give me the treasure!"

(End of this chapter)