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

Chapter 317 Abandoning the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation at Sishui Pass

The vast Sishui Pass was completely deserted, its gates tightly shut, and the streets were empty except for patrolling soldiers; not a single civilian was to be seen.

Six days ago, Han Rong received a message from Chaoge, ordering him to preserve his strength and withdraw from Sishui Pass!

Although Han Rong was puzzled, after confirming it repeatedly, he realized it was indeed the king's decree, and had no choice but to carry it out.

Evacuating Sishui Pass sounds easy, but it is actually very difficult to carry out!

Sishui Pass is more than just a pass. During his many years on the throne, Emperor Xin worked diligently and made great efforts to improve the country.

Sishui Pass could already be called a city, with a population of two to three hundred thousand.

For six days, Han Rong worked day and night to order the people to evacuate, and the evacuation was not completed until this morning!

As for Sishui Pass, Han Rong found it completely undamaged, believing that the evacuation was only temporary.

Before long, Sishui Pass will still belong to Da Shang. Even if it is damaged, it will still belong to Da Shang. So naturally, he cannot do such a despicable thing.

Although the Sishui Pass was not damaged as a whole, everything inside except for the supplies needed by the army was evacuated.

Giving up Sishui Pass to Xiqi for a while was already painful enough for him, how could he possibly give the supplies inside Wuguan Pass to Ji Chang?

He would rather burn it all, eat it, or throw it into the latrine than give it to Xiqi.

At this time, apart from Han Rong's troops, there was no one else in Sishui Pass.

Han Rong did not retreat because he wanted to teach Xiqi a lesson before leaving Sishui Pass.

There are about 100,000 troops in Sishui Pass. It's not unreasonable to lose 200,000 to 300,000 troops from Xiqi, right?

At the foot of Sishui Pass, the Dragon-Subduing Taoist roared, "You brat Yu Yuan, you dog Luo Xuan, how dare you kill my Junior Brother Long-Browed and Junior Brother Sitting Deer! Come out and face your deaths!"

The other Taoist priests cheered for the Dragon Subduer and Tiger Tamer from the sidelines.

Dao Xing Zhenren stared at Sishui Pass with a gloomy expression, his eyes also filled with killing intent!

Traitors of the Jie Sect!

Although he escaped from the previous battle at Sishui Pass, he suffered great damage.

It took him a lot of his strength to recover from his injuries, and all of this was caused by those scoundrels from the Jie Sect.

Yu Yuan and Luo Xuan calmly walked out from the top of Sishui Pass.

When he saw the Western Taoists and disciples of the Chan Sect arriving in droves, he couldn't help but smile in surprise. "As expected of the orthodox Xuanmen sect, the supreme Chan Sect, tsk tsk, they've really brought a lot of reinforcements. Their ability to bully the weak is truly unmatched."

"Stop with the talk, come down and fight me if you dare!"

Jianglong stared coldly at Luo Xuan with extreme anger on his face.

It was this guy's Ruyi Qiankun Bag that caused the deaths of his two junior brothers.

Yu Yuan snorted coldly, "Let's fight then! Do you think our Jie Sect is afraid of us? Fellow disciples, come out!"

On the city wall, a flash of light appeared, and several more figures emerged.

They were none other than Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the Four Saints of Kowloon Island.

The seven people did not have very strong auras, but they gave people a great deal of pressure!

Cihang Zhenren narrowed his eyes. "I recognize Yang Jian, but who are the other two? They look unfamiliar, yet their cultivation is so formidable!"

Cihang naturally knew Yang Jian; he vividly remembered the battle at Guanjiangkou.

But Nezha and Lei Zhenzi were completely unfamiliar to him, yet the aura of the Great Luo Golden Immortals emanating from them was undeniable.

Dao Xing Zhenren had the sharpest eyes and a good relationship with Taiyi. He recognized Nezha. "That young man with the Hun Tian Ling around his waist and the Qian Kun Quan in his hand is Nezha. Legend has it that he is the reincarnation of Lingzhu, a disciple of the sage Nuwa. As for that strange bird-man with a blue face, fangs, and hair like cinnabar, I don't recognize him."

Puxian spat, "What kind of bastards are they? How could they possibly be a match for us Kunlun Immortals? Let's all attack together and take them down!"

As soon as Puxian finished speaking, his figure flew out and attacked Lei Zhenzi directly.

The disciples of the Chan Sect held themselves in high esteem and despised those born from eggs and covered in fur and horns, not to mention that Lei Zhenzi was born ugly and looked like a bird.

Lei Zhenzi, wielding his Wind and Thunder Cudgel, grinned maliciously, "Alright, taste the power of my Wind and Thunder Cudgel!"

Lei Zhenzi suddenly rushed out and engaged in combat with Puxian Zhenren in mid-air.

Cihang gave a light snort, then gave Manjushri and Daoist a wink, and the two of them joined forces to attack Yang Jian directly.

As for Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, they joined forces and charged towards Nezha.

"Good timing!"

Yang Jian and Nezha were extremely excited. Where else could they find such a proper battle in Emei Mountain or Chentang Pass?

Yang Jian brandished his three-pointed double-edged sword, while Nezha held the Universe Ring in his left hand and the Fire-tipped Spear in his right, wrapped in the Hun Tian Ling and stomped on the Wind-Fire Wheels, as they charged suddenly toward the battlefield.

In an instant, Daoxing, Puxian, Wenshu, Cihang, Jianglong, Fuhu, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Leizhenzi engaged in a fierce battle in the heavens!

The four saints of Kowloon Island revealed a faint coldness on their faces and set up their battle formation.

"We've long heard of Western formations; they're quite famous. Today, we, the Four Sages of Kowloon Island, would like to learn from them!"

The gatekeeper stepped forward, glanced at Yang Sen and his group of four, and said disdainfully, "Just the four of you?"

"We're here too!"

Yu Yuan and Luo Xuan flashed to the side of Yang Sen and the other three!

Yang Sen remained calm. "With just the six of us, do you dare to attempt to break into the Nine Dragons Formation of my Jie Sect?"

"Afraid of you?"

The gatekeeper couldn't help but laugh; the Jie Sect's formation was indeed formidable.

But there were only six people on the other side, while he had fourteen, almost double the number. How could he possibly lose?

The gatekeeper said, "Fellow disciples, follow me to set up the formation!"

Soon, the fourteen Taoist priests, including the gatekeeper, set up the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.

The Eighteen Bronze Men Formation was created by Zhunti and Jieyin, drawing inspiration from eight hundred unorthodox sects. It is incredibly powerful!

At this moment, with a sudden burst of power, the fourteen Taoists were covered in a layer of golden lacquer, shining brightly, and rushed into the Nine Dragons Formation!

The great battle between the disciples of the Chan, Jie, and Western sects erupted in the heavens!

Waves of Great Luo Dao energy stirred the void, accompanied by terrifying aftershocks of magical power spreading outwards.

In other words, there is an unwritten rule in the primordial world that cultivators cannot recklessly attack mortals.

Otherwise, the aftershocks of Yang Jian and his men's fierce battle alone would have been enough to wipe out Sishui Pass.

At the foot of Sishui Pass, Ji Fa, with a resolute expression, waved his hand and gave the order to attack the city.

In an instant, countless siege ladders, battering rams, and catapults appeared, and the Xiqi army once again launched a fierce attack on Sishui Pass.

"Is everything ready?"

"Reporting to General Qi, everything is ready!"

Wang Hu, the advance officer, stepped forward and bowed.

"Then bring them all here, and let the people of Xiqi taste our secret weapon."

"Yes, General!"

Wang Hu went down, and soon after, one after another, tightly sealed barrels were carried up to the city wall, and a strange smell spread.

Countless soldiers guarding the city walls covered their mouths and noses, looking at each other, all sensing that something was wrong.

"General, what's in this bucket?"

Some people have raised questions.

(End of this chapter)