After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Outside the main gate of the Xiqi camp.

Although the white flag of truce was raised, Jiang Ziya, Li Jing, Huang Feihu and others still climbed the high platform every day to watch for the movements of Jiepai Pass.

After all, what was hanging there was not just the noodles of the Chan Sect, but also the two sons of Li Jing and the eldest son of Huang Feihu.

"That is..."

Suddenly, Huang Feihu, who had been staring intently at the city wall, shuddered.

Jiang Ziya was startled and quickly activated his divine eye to look.

Above Jiepai Pass, a crack suddenly appeared in the once clear sky.

Three faint spirits, each carrying endless resentment, drifted out in a daze.

They hovered atop the city wall for a moment, seemingly reluctant to leave, or perhaps weeping, before finally succumbing to the pull of the Investiture of the Gods and transforming into three streaks of light, heading straight for the Investiture Platform at Qishan.

Immediately afterwards, the three ropes that had been hanging on the city wall for more than three months were gone.

Instead, a disheveled figure covered in blood was hung at the top of the flagpole, with a huge wooden sign hanging on his chest.

Although separated by dozens of miles, the eight large characters on the wooden sign still stung everyone's eyes under the sunlight:

【New arrivals, no credit available】.

"Tianhua!!"

Huang Feihu let out a heart-wrenching roar. This former Martial King, who once protected the country of the Great Shang Dynasty, knelt on both knees and wept uncontrollably.

"Jinzha! Muzha! My sons!!"

Li Jing, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt dizzy and coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsing onto the railing.

If Yang Jian hadn't caught him quickly from behind, he probably would have fallen straight off the platform.

On the contrary, Nezha grinned from ear to ear, and if there hadn't been other people present, he would have almost burst out laughing.

The true spirits are listed, but their remains are nowhere to be found.

This is the outcome of those three months of waiting.

"Xiao Wuji! This is outrageous! Outrageous!!"

Jiang Ziya trembled all over, and the God-Slaying Whip in his hand creaked as he gripped it tightly.

Those were third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect! They were the vanguard he had carefully cultivated to overthrow King Zhou! And they were just disposed of like trash?

"boom--!!"

Several terrifying auras surged into the sky from the depths of the camp.

Randeng, Guangchengzi, Wenshu, and Cihang appeared on the high platform in an instant.

When they saw the figure hanging upside down on the city wall and recognized it as the usually dignified and elegant Samantabhadra, everyone's minds went blank.

humiliation!

This is like peeling off the face of the Chan Sect, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it, and then spitting on it after you're done!

"Xiao Wuji! I am your sworn enemy!!"

Guang Chengzi's eyes were bloodshot, and the old wound on his chest burst open with anger.

Unable to bear this humiliation any longer, he made a single gesture, and the Fallen Bell let out a mournful cry. He transformed into a streak of purple light and charged towards Jiepai Pass like a madman.

"Kill! Kill them all! Raze Jiepai Pass to the ground!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng's face was also ashen. The accompanying Lingjiu Palace Lantern was swaying wildly above his head, spewing out countless ghostly flames.

As the immortals went berserk, the war drums thundered within the Xiqi camp. A million-strong army, swept up in the immortals' fury, roared towards the majestic pass like a black torrent.

The murderous aura soared to the heavens, and the world changed color.

However, facing this overwhelming offensive, Xiao Wuji on the city wall of Jiepai Pass merely glanced at it indifferently.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back and took a small half-step forward.

boom!

A vast and boundless pressure, typical of a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal, was released without reservation.

At the same time, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation deep underground suddenly started operating. Although the phantom of Pangu did not fully manifest, its towering and intimidating aura of evil energy perfectly merged with Xiao Wuji's pressure.

A visible black and red ripple swept outwards in a fan shape from Jiepai Pass.

"roll."

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 33 Xiqi's Fury - Fury Must Be Suppressed, We Look Forward to Your Visit.

Xiao Wuji uttered a single word.

This word is like the descent of divine law.

The tens of thousands of Xiqi cavalrymen at the forefront froze instantly, their horses and men stiffening. Then, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on their backs, they all foamed at the mouth. Local.

The subsequent army was thrown into chaos, as if they had hit an invisible wall, with men and horses falling and everything in disarray.

Guang Chengzi and the others who were hovering in the sky suddenly froze.

Within that oppressive aura, they sensed a chilling presence—the lingering echo of the Chaos Bell suppressing time and space!

Although Xiao Wuji did not reveal the Chaos Bell, his mid-stage Great Luo cultivation combined with the Daoist essence of the treasure was enough to form an insurmountable barrier.

"This...this is the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm? How can he be a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

Guang Chengzi stared intently at the figure on the city wall, his eyes filled with horror.

Three months ago he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and now he's already at the mid-stage of the Daluo realm? Is he even human?

"Can't get through..."

The lamp hovered in mid-air, its face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He could sense that the pass was now like a monster with its jaws wide open, and that the nightmarish bell would ring again the moment they dared to take a step inside.

To advance is to die.

To retreat is a disgrace.

This frustrating feeling of being able to see one's enemy but being unable or even daring to attack them nearly drove these usually aloof and powerful figures insane.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Guang Chengzi was filled with impotent rage. He smashed the broken bell in his hand into the void several times, shattering the clouds for miles around, but he dared not cross the line.

"retreat!!"

Finally, Ran Deng squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, his voice filled with endless resentment and humiliation.

The Xiqi army retreated like a tide, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

……

The main camp of Xiqi, the commander's tent.

"Crackling and popping!"

A sound of shattering porcelain rang out. Guang Chengzi smashed everything he could in the tent, then sat on the ground with disheveled hair, panting heavily.

Randeng sat on the commander's seat, his face ashen. The Lingjiu Palace Lantern flickered on and off, illuminating his sinister and terrifying old face.

"Vice Leader, are we just going to let this go?"

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Junior Brother Puxian is still suffering up there, and those three junior disciples have been reduced to ashes! If we cannot break through this barrier, how can our Chan Sect have any face to stand in the prehistoric world?"

"Of course it doesn't count."

The sound of the lamp being lit was icy and chilling.

He knew that with his current remnants of the army, Guang Chengzi's serious injury and loss of the Zhuxian Sword, and his, Manjushri, and Cihang's fighting strength being insufficient, they simply could not break through that tortoise shell.

Although he was confident he could break in, he wasn't entirely sure he could take me down, Xiao Wuji.

We must call in reinforcements, and we need to call in those with strong combat capabilities!

However, what made him hesitate was that Xiao Wuji possessed the Chaos Bell, and if this matter were to be leaked, he might not get a share.

However, this idea only lasted for a moment before Ran Deng came up with a solution.

"Transmit my decree."

Randeng raised his head, his gaze fixed on a certain direction of Kunlun Mountain, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"Go to the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain and invite the True Man Taiyi!"

"Go to Jinxia Cave on Yuquan Mountain and invite the Jade Cauldron Immortal!"

Upon hearing these two names, everyone in the tent held their breath.

Taiyi Zhenren was Nezha's master. He was notoriously protective of his own and extremely bloodthirsty. He possessed several powerful treasures, including the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

Yu Ding Zhenren was Yang Jian's master. Although he was usually low-key, his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were incredibly powerful, and his combat strength ranked among the top three of the Twelve Golden Immortals!

"Tell them that Brother Puxian has been humiliated, and the Chan Sect has lost all face."

Ran Deng stood up and said, word by word:

"That Xiao Wuji is going too far! We need our two junior brothers to use this swift and decisive method to break the formation and rescue them!"