Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 285 Together We Suppress the Saint and Behead Yuan Futong [Please Subscribe]

Zhunti was momentarily distracted, and the Xuan Turtle charged at him like a tank, its fists flailing.

Although the Xuan Turtle was only at the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint realm, its accumulated foundation was as profound as that of a Sub-Saint.

The only difference between the two is their different levels of understanding and the difference in the amount of power they wield.

In the void, wind and thunder surged, and in the blink of an eye, the Xuan Turtle had already engaged in direct combat with Zhunti!

The Xuan Turtle's attacks were powerful and heavy; each strike felt like an entire world was crashing down upon it.

As for Kong Xuan, he unleashed the Five-Colored Divine Light, constantly harassing Zhunti!

Two Quasi-Saints at their peak, the strongest at the pinnacle of the primordial pyramid.

Within just thirty rounds, Zhunti was suppressed and put at a disadvantage!

"hateful!"

Zhunti's face darkened; he was looking for an opportunity to strike first.

However, the Xuan Shui Turtle Shell was omnipresent, and Zhunti's attacks, when they landed on it, couldn't even cause the slightest disturbance.

His repeated failures left Zhunti feeling ashamed and extremely distressed.

Even a dignified saint, in his own corpse, couldn't defeat two quasi-saints.

If this record gets out, his reputation will be completely ruined.

After a fierce battle of over a hundred rounds, Xuan Gui and Kong Xuan had almost figured out Zhun Ti's fighting style.

In a one-on-one situation, they could each outmaneuver each other, but when the two of them are combined, it's not simply a matter of one plus one being greater than two; it directly confronts them, creating a significant advantage.

"Mysterious Water Tortoise Shell!"

"Five-Colored Divine Light!"

The Xuan Turtle poured all its life's magical power into its Xuan Shui Turtle shell, instantly transforming the shell from defense to offense.

A burst of aquamarine light flashed, shattering space and time, as if transforming into a real world, incredibly heavy and irresistible!

Kong Xuan then unleashed five-colored divine light: blue, yellow, red, black, and white.

Transformed into five sharp swords, they tore through the Milky Way and slashed towards Zhunti. The supreme killing aura came down, blotting out the sky and the sun. The five-colored swords fell, as if they could even destroy the sun and the moon.

This was a sword strike unleashed by Kong Xuan at the peak of his innate divine power, and it was unstoppable!

"not good!"

Zhunti's expression changed drastically. He disregarded everything else and hurriedly summoned the Six Roots of Purity Bamboo.

"Boom, boom!"

Two huge explosions rang out, and the Six Pure Bamboos flew back into Zhunti's arms.

"Pfft!"

Zhunti coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

He dared not hesitate, unwilling to linger in the fight. With a casual wave of his hand, he tore through space and vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye.

"The bamboo of six pure roots is possessed by no one but those in the West."

The black tortoise shell seals the coffin, thus establishing the Dao.

Kong Xuan, on the other hand, was relaxed and smiled, "The Sage Zhunti seems to be nothing special after all!"

The Xuan Turtle laughed, "This is merely the self-corpse of a sage. If all three corpses were to emerge simultaneously, we would be the ones in a sorry state."

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Gui, how was your harvest this time?"

Kong Xuan asked again, "The two of them together actually have an overwhelming advantage over Zhunti's self-corpse, so the pressure isn't great, and naturally, the gains aren't much either."

No.

Xuan Gui shook his head. "Let's go to the city of Beihai and see how the two armies are fighting."

"it is good."

Xuan Gui, transformed into a streak of light, flew towards the foot of Beihai City, ready to observe the battle and, incidentally, to see the true strength of the Shang Dynasty's iron cavalry.

In front of Beihai City, Yuan Futong's hundreds of thousands of troops had already clashed with the Shang army.

Millions of soldiers clashed in a chaotic battle, their shouts and cries echoing throughout the air.

The forces in Beihai City far outnumbered those of Da Shang, but the situation was now overwhelmingly in Da Shang's favor, with Da Shang almost completely dominating the city.

There was no way around it; these were elite merchants, fed and dressed in the best of everything, and each of them was burly and strong.

The weapons and armor are all refined, and their defensive capabilities are three to five times that of the opponent.

In addition to excellent horses, a complete set of stirrups, saddles, and horseshoes, and sturdy chariots, they all gave them an overwhelming advantage over the enemy.

Most importantly, Wen Zhong had thoroughly studied the three volumes of heavenly books that the Mysterious Maiden had taught to the Xuanyuan clan when she descended to the mortal realm. He had reached the pinnacle of military strategy and tactics among mortals and was invincible.

All these advantages combined to create an overwhelming situation for the Beihai army was just the basic operation.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and the soldiers were exhausted. Only then did Wen Zhong announce the withdrawal of troops.

The Great Merchants were elite troops, but even they couldn't withstand such a high-intensity battle.

Seeing that Wen Zhong had retreated, Yuan Futong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In this battle, Beihai suffered direct losses of over 200,000 soldiers, while the Shang army estimated to have lost only around 10,000.

The 20-to-1 deficit almost made Yuan Futong faint.

Over the next seven days, Wen Zhong led his troops in several attacks, inflicting heavy losses on the Beihai army.

On the tenth day, Wen Zhong reorganized his troops, his face solemn. The black Qilin stomped its feet and issued the order for a general attack.

Beneath the walls of Beihai City, a million corpses lay, blood flowed for miles, smoke filled the air, and the flames of war raged!

Above Beihai City, Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, riding a black unicorn, relentlessly pursued Yuan Futong. After hundreds of moves, Yuan Futong was at his wit's end.

Wen Zhong shouted and swung his golden whips, which resembled the twin dragons, fiercely at Yuan Futong.

The overwhelming force instantly smashed the spear in Yuan Futong's hand into two pieces.

The golden whip continued its momentum, slamming heavily into Yuan Futong's chest. The immense impact caused Yuan Futong's tendons and bones to break.

His internal organs were shattered, his head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

However, Wen Zhong deliberately controlled the force, and Yuan Futong's body appeared to be completely unharmed.

After ordering his men to bring ropes and bind Yuan Futong tightly from head to toe, Wen Zhong channeled his magical power into his mouth and shouted loudly.

"The traitor Yuan Futong has been executed. It's not too late for you to turn back now. Otherwise, once I, the Grand Tutor, conquer Beihai City, you will have no other way to go."

Wen Zhong's words quickly took effect. Of the hundreds of thousands of troops in Beihai, apart from the dead, a large portion surrendered directly, throwing away their weapons, crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling.

The continuous battles gave them a completely new understanding of the Shang army; it was an invincible force.

Apart from those who surrendered, Yuan Futong's personal guards continued to resist with all their might.

But Beihai's fate was sealed, and not long after, they were all killed by Wen Zhong, leaving no one alive.

This great battle lasted for two whole days before it finally ended.

At this point, Beihai City could be easily captured, but Wen Zhong did not act rashly.

Instead, they returned to the military camp to rest for the night before heading into the city.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers surged back into their tents like a tidal wave, where they were greeted with steaming ginger soup, large chunks of meat, warm stoves, and thick blankets.

Early the next morning, Wen Zhong led his army into Beihai City.

Chaos reigned in Beihai City. Wen Zhong then deployed his troops and took control of the city.

Di Xin did not reorganize his troops and launched a general offensive against the remaining seventy-two vassal states.

These minor lords were all quite powerful, and each had a considerable number of troops remaining under their command.

If they really fought back desperately, they could cause Wen Zhong a considerable amount of trouble.

Before Wen Zhong went on his expedition, Emperor Xin had already left an edict, ordering that Yuan Futong be crushed with overwhelming force.

As for the seventy-two warlords, the strategy should be to appease them, gradually weaken their power, and avoid unnecessary war as much as possible.

Soon, Wen Zhong extended an invitation to the seventy-two warlords to come to Beihai City. He told them that if they came, their past mistakes would be overlooked, but if they insisted on resisting to the end, Yuan Futong would be their fate.

(End of this chapter)