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

Chapter 307 The Power of the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, the Number One Person on the Investiture of the Gods

At Sishui Pass, General Han Rong led tens of thousands of troops, ready and waiting for the arrival of the Xiqi army.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. Inside Sishui Pass, the ground shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

A soldier lay on the ground listening, then immediately stood up and shouted, "Many people! A massive army!"

The communications soldier on the city wall reacted instantly, "The rebel army from Xiqi is here!"

General Han Rong, vanguard officer Wang Hu, and the fourth-generation disciples of the Jie Sect quickly climbed the city wall, squinting as they looked into the distance.

In the distance, large numbers of soldiers galloped in, including cavalry, archers, and heavily armored soldiers—all kinds of troops, clearly modeled after the Shang Dynasty.

At a glance, the army numbered no less than 100,000, and this was only a very small part of Xiqi's forces; the majority were still to come.

The four leaders of this army were Ji Fa, Nangong Shi, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu.

The four men were clad in gleaming golden armor, resembling gods descended to earth, giving off an aura of invincibility.

On the city wall, Han Rong spat, "Pah! What a bunch of show-offs! These few people think they can take over my Sishui Pass?"

The total number of troops stationed at Sishui Pass alone exceeded 100,000, and each of them was an elite force.

Moreover, it has abundant grain reserves and ample military supplies.

Most importantly, they are surrounded by an impenetrable wall of defense.

It's laughable that Xiqi could conquer the city with only 100,000 troops.

Ji Fa, Nangong Shi, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu rode their mounts to the city gate.

Ji Fa roared, "Han Rong, there are treacherous officials around the king! The Shang Dynasty is corrupt and its people are suffering terribly! Why don't you surrender now and join Xiqi to cleanse the court of these corrupt officials and restore peace to the people of Shang?"

The soldiers guarding the city wall gagged. They had long heard that Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo, was unparalleled in the world for his thick skin.

If the son is like this, the father must be even more so; I've witnessed it all today.

Han Rong was slightly taken aback, then spat fiercely at Ji Fa, "You brat, born and raised in the Shang Dynasty, you don't think about being loyal to the emperor and serving the country, but instead want to rebel under the guise of purging the emperor's corrupt advisors. You are simply unforgivable. If I were you, I would kill myself right here at Sishui Pass."

Ji Fa's face was cold. He didn't say anything, but instead quietly took two steps back.

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu stepped forward and shouted, "Yu Hua, we know you're in the city. If you have the guts, come out and fight us brothers!"

"A fourth-generation disciple of the Intercepting Sect wouldn't cower like a coward, would he?"

"Haha, you coward, a remnant of the Jie Sect, truly deserving of the title."

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu laughed wildly, their faces full of smugness, but their eyes were fixed on the city wall.

Once Yu Hua arrives, we must immediately use overwhelming force to force him to make a move.

"Crunch, crunch!"

The city gates of Sishui Pass were opened at some point.

Yu Hua rode the Fiery-Eyed Golden-Pierced Beast, wielding the Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, with the Soul-Slaying Banner at his waist, and slowly arrived outside the city gate.

"They're out!"

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were extremely excited.

Yu Hua's expression remained perfectly calm. "Who are you two to dare insult my Jie Sect!"

"We are Han Dulong and Xue Ehu, disciples of Dao Xing Tianzun. According to seniority, you should call us 'Uncle-Master'."

"Uncle-Master?"

Yu Hua laughed, "You two are just some random trash who somehow appeared out of nowhere. You think you're worthy of being called my senior uncle? It's laughable. If you know what's good for you, surrender and I might give you a quick death. Otherwise, this Blood Transformation Divine Blade in my hand is no joke."

"Hmph, arrogant!"

"court death!"

Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were immediately enraged. Before they became disciples, they were already notorious bullies who roamed the streets.

They worshipped the true immortals, the Daoist masters, who did not teach them etiquette or rules, but only immortal arts and skills.

After learning their skills, the two became even more arrogant, looking down on almost everyone else.

Yu Hua was just a minor figure, a fourth-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, so they naturally looked down on him.

Two blinding beams of light flashed in mid-air.

A golden whip appeared in Han Dulong's hand, its joints coiled together, possessing immense power.

In Xue Ehu’s hand, a long sword appeared, gleaming with silver light and possessing immense power!

A chilling aura emanated from the air, and a menacing presence permeated the atmosphere, causing the temperature in the air to drop dramatically, making everyone shiver.

As Han Dulong and Xue Ehu unleashed their magical treasures, they quickly exchanged a glance.

Han Dulong lashed out with his whip, the swift whip instantly blocking all of Yu Hua's escape routes and enveloping Yu Hua's body in its shadow.

Xue Ehu made his move at just the right moment. Before the whip could restrain Yu Hua, he flicked his longsword and thrust it fiercely at Yu Hua.

A powerful burst of magical energy erupted from the longsword, piercing a large hole in the void. Clearly, the sword was determined to severely injure Yu Hua in one blow.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to make a fool of yourself?"

Yu Hua shook his head inwardly. Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were of average cultivation level. Relying on their spiritual treasures, they could probably deal with ordinary Golden Immortal cultivators.

But to think about dealing with him is too early; it's nothing short of wishful thinking.

In a flash, Yu Hua stretched out a hand and tightly grasped the golden whip amidst countless whip shadows.

Then with a sudden tug, Han Dulong stumbled, almost losing his balance, and flew into the air.

But before he could see what was happening, the force in his hand suddenly vanished.

Suddenly, a blood-red longsword flew out from Yu Hua's hand, slicing the golden whip in two. Holding the broken piece of the whip, Han Dulong was slammed to the ground.

"not good."

Xue Ehu's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to help Han Dulong up, a sudden, sharp pain shot through him. As soon as he turned around, he saw a long banner appear behind him. As the banner fluttered, countless streams of demonic energy spread out from it, binding Xue Ehu.

Xue Ehu's expression changed slightly. He quickly raised his sword and slashed at the rope formed from pure demonic energy. Instantly, the two became entangled, and neither could gain the upper hand for a short time.

"Now!"

A glint flashed in Yu Hua's eyes as he once again summoned the Blood Transformation Divine Blade.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp blade flashed, leaving a trail of crimson. Han Dulong's head flew off, rolled several times on the ground, and remained motionless, his face still bearing the expression of his death.

At this moment, the surging calamity energy in the heavens above suddenly trembled.

An invisible aura of calamity descended upon Han Dulong, resonating with the Investiture of the Gods in Taiqing's hands on Shouyang Mountain.

Suddenly, the Investiture of the Gods unleashed a pulling force, drawing Han Dulong's primordial spirit into the Investiture of the Gods across billions of miles.

"Poison Dragon Junior Brother!!"

Xue Ehu shouted, but he still couldn't stop Han Dulong's true spirit from being enveloped by evil energy and flying towards Shouyang Mountain.

Ji Fa, standing to the side, was completely stunned. Han Dulong and Xue Ehu were third-generation disciples of the Holy Sect, yet they had perished so quickly.

Xue Ehu stared intently at Yu Hua and said coldly, "Yu Hua, how dare you! Relying on your magical treasure, you dare to kill your fellow disciple! Aren't you afraid of the sage's wrath, which could wipe you out in an instant!"

"Fellow disciples?"

"You are a disciple of the Chan Sect, and I am a disciple of the Jie Sect. What sect are we from?"

(End of this chapter)