The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

King You of Zhou and the others subconsciously turned their heads to look, their faces turning pale.

The Quanrong cavalry, and Shenhou's cavalry!

These guys finally caught up!

A strong wind whipped up dust.

Hundreds of cavalrymen roared in.

The leader, clad in a wolf skin and riding a tall black horse, with long, flowing hair and a fierce gaze, was none other than Rongjun Wulie, the leader of the Quanrong tribe.

On the other side.

On his warhorse, in the army of Marquis Shen.

A middle-aged man in armor stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold and stern. He was none other than Jing Bo, the military commander under Marquis Shen.

Staring at King You of Zhou and his entourage fleeing in disarray ahead, Wu Lie suddenly burst into laughter, his voice rough and grating.

"The Zhou Emperor!"

"Do you think you can escape by fleeing to this desolate wilderness?!"

He raised his spear and pointed it into the distance.

"Today, you can't escape. Not only will you die, but I will also enjoy your beauty, Bao Si, for you. Hahahaha..."

"Surrender immediately!"

The mocking voices carried far on the mountain breeze.

In front.

Upon hearing the sound from behind him, King You of Zhou turned deathly pale.

The armored soldiers around him also looked terrified, and some couldn't help but turn around to look.

Not far away, dust billowed into the sky as cavalry approached like a tidal wave.

Fear, amidst the clamor of the new era.

King You of Zhou gripped the rope tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

Behind.

After Wu Lie finished his taunts, he continued his pursuit while frowning, somewhat puzzled. He muttered, "It's rather strange. Why is the Zhou Emperor running to a place like this instead of Lishan? Has he been scared out of his wits?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Bo, the commander of Shenhou's cavalry, had a slight flicker in his eyes.

He paused for a moment before slowly saying, "This place should be Wushan."

Wu Lie turned his head to look at him, puzzled, "Mist Mountain?"

Jing Bo nodded, gazing at the distant, faintly misty Mount Huizhi, and explained, "Legend has it that this is the place where the God of Mount Wu resides..."

He then briefly recounted how King You of Zhou built a temple to the mountain god and bestowed titles upon Wushan and Wushan God.

After hearing this, Wu Lie burst into laughter.

The Quanrong cavalry following behind also followed suit.

"Mountain God?"

"ridiculous!"

Wu Lie exhaled disdainfully.

"What kind of inexplicable Wushan God? Only you Zhou people would believe in such things!"

They don't believe in this so-called Wushan God. Even if they did, it would only be their own belief.

Wu Lie didn't bother to think any further. He spurred his horse, and the black horse suddenly accelerated, neighing loudly, "Emperor Zhou, once I catch up, I will personally cut off your head!"

Behind them, the Quanrong cavalry also erupted in a savage cheer.

soon.

King You of Zhou and his entourage arrived near Wushan Village.

The villagers of Wushan Village saw a group of cavalry and armored soldiers rushing towards them from afar, and were immediately terrified.

In an instant, chaos erupted in Wushan Village. Villagers fled in panic, or hurriedly closed their doors and hid inside, trembling with fear, with no one daring to come out.

Just a moment later.

Wu Lie and his men chased after King You of Zhou and his entourage, arriving at the foot of Wushan Mountain, where they were completely surrounded.

Ahead lies the majestic Wushan Mountain.

Pursuers were behind them.

Wu Lie laughed maniacally, spurring his horse forward, "Emperor Zhou, run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

Beside him, Marquis Shen, Commander-in-Chief Jingbo, had a complex expression.

In front.

The soldiers looked utterly hopeless.

King You of Zhou was also pale-faced and on the verge of collapse.

Just as Rong Jun Wulie was laughing savagely, wanting to completely capture King You of Zhou, King You and his entourage looked on in despair and fell silent.

A faint sigh echoed at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

At this moment, whether it was the Quanrong cavalry of Rongjun Wulie or the Shenhou cavalry, the situation was dire.

Between heaven and earth, a mysterious and ethereal voice slowly resounded.

It seemed to come from deep within the mountains, or to echo from the clouds and mist.

"Emperor Zhou, it seems you still haven't escaped your destiny..."

"You were supposed to die at Lishan, but I never expected you to escape to my place..."

Upon hearing this, Rong Jun Wu Lie and the others were stunned, while King You of Zhou and the others were both surprised and delighted.

King You of Zhou exclaimed in alarm, "Lord of Wushan!"

As he spoke, listening to the words of Lord Wushan, he couldn't help but feel shocked and incredulous.

Did we not escape our destiny?

He was supposed to die at Lishan?

These words terrified him.

He had never mentioned Lishan to Lord Wushan, and Lord Wushan shouldn't have known that he would flee to Lishan, but Lord Wushan just happened to know.

In other words, if he really fled to Lishan, he would die?

"Is this my destiny?"

King You of Zhou appeared dazed.

Sure enough, this mysterious Lord of Wushan had foreseen all of this long ago.

What incredible power is it to glimpse the future?

Bao Si, who was riding alongside him and lying in his arms, couldn't help but show awe upon hearing this.

At this moment.

"Who is speaking?"

"Come out!"

Rong Jun Wu Lie was somewhat frightened.

His gaze fell upon the hundreds of cavalrymen beside him, as well as the hundreds of cavalrymen under Marquis Shen, and he relaxed slightly, feeling more confident.

He naturally heard the words of the God of Wushan that Zhou Tianzi exclaimed in surprise, and understood what was going on.

"Are you the God of Wushan that the Zhou Emperor spoke of?"

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, come out if you dare..."

Just as he was about to say something more...

A cold, mysterious voice resounded in all of their ears.

"Uncivilized barbarians who refuse to be taught..."

The next moment, a scene that horrified them all appeared.

Chapter 111 Transformation into a True Dragon!

Rong Jun, Wu Lie, and the others stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with terror.

"This...this is..."

Suddenly, the thin mist that had been permeating the mountains and forests all surged up and churned up.

The fog churned.

The thick fog condensed rapidly in the wind, turning into cold rain.

In an instant, it roared like a tidal wave and swept towards them.

The wind and rain mingled, and the gale roared.

In an instant, it was as if a natural disaster had struck.

The fishy search was dark and the school was filled with the smell of blood and the wind and rain covering the area.

A fierce storm, carrying countless drops of rain, swept towards Rongjun Wulie and his hundreds of cavalrymen.

In an instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the mountains and seas had been overturned!

They had never seen anything like it before.

Rong Jun Wu Lie stood frozen on the spot, forgetting to move, his whole body stiff and trembling, unable to move.

A powerful storm swept in.

"what!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

The rain was like a knife, slicing through armor and tearing open flesh.

Blood splattered, turning the wind and rain crimson.

The gale whipped up the cavalry and their horses, sending them flying and tumbling through the air like withered leaves.

One by one, people were swept high into the air by the wind, only to fall heavily to the ground, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

The screams, howls, and the terrified neighing of warhorses mingled together, as if hell had descended upon them.

Wu Lie, the Rong ruler, was also caught off guard and was swept into the air by the gale.

He tumbled through the air, his wolf-skin cloak torn apart, and all he could hear was the howling wind.

Looking at the horrifying, seemingly collapsing scene before him, Wu Lie was stunned and dazed.

At that moment, he forgot everything; only one thought remained in the boy's mind.

Mountain God?

Lord of Mist Mountain?

Is this the Wushan God that the Zhou people spoke of?

A scene from not long ago flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse.

At first, upon hearing the name of the god of Wushan, he only found it laughable.

Only the Zhou people would believe in such a mysterious deity from Mount Wu!

Even when the Zhou emperor exclaimed in surprise at the Wushan God, he felt that with only a few hundred cavalrymen, this so-called Wushan God couldn't do anything to them.

Rong Jun Wulie looked dazed and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

So this is the God of Mist Mountain?

Is this the power of the gods?