Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

Dragon-Binding Staff

These are never just three simple words.

That was the personal weapon of Prince Yang Lin, and also the pillar that supported half of the Sui Dynasty.

To be honest, looking around the world, there really isn't anyone who can completely ignore this stick.

Even the three most famous grandmasters in the world.

Especially since this is on the battlefield.

If Protector Bai were here, the moment he saw this staff, he would probably be so frightened that he would collapse to the ground.

Gao Yi certainly wouldn't lose his composure like that.

But I was also startled.

Despite Gao Yi's ability to effortlessly set up battle plans and outmaneuver the Sui army with his two thousand cavalry, he was not fooled by his combined perspective from two lifetimes.

But he never underestimated anyone.

Especially figures like Yang Lin, who spanned four dynasties and spent his entire life on the battlefield.

He dared not underestimate it.

To be honest, with his broad perspective and knowledge from later generations, he believed he could put on some impressive battles.

But that doesn't mean he truly surpassed those famous generals of ancient times.

Military conflicts and warfare, if they were really that simple, would not have lasted for thousands of years, giving birth to countless heroes and attracting the pride of geniuses.

Back to the battlefield.

Upon seeing the Dragon-Binding Staff, Gao Yi's heart skipped a beat.

No one can ignore Yang Lin's intimidating presence.

Given Gao Yi's current strength, he really doesn't have much confidence in going head-to-head with Yang Lin.

Most importantly, this place is Wuchuan. The appearance of the Dragon-Binding Staff here is completely beyond Gao Yi's expectations.

When did Yang Lin arrive in Wuchuan? This is no small matter; it's a momentous event.

If Yang Lin had stayed in Wuchuan from beginning to end, the entire battle situation would have been completely skewed, and all his arrangements and plans would have been fundamentally flawed.

Of course, all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Soon, Gao Yi realized that he had been overthinking things.

The staff's shadow and the force of its energy, though powerful and fierce, were not yet to the extent that Gao Yi was surprised.

So far, Gao Yi has not encountered any masters at the grandmaster level.

However, Gao Yi was not entirely ignorant of experts at this level.

The title of "Grandmaster" is not something that just anyone can be worthy of.

In the martial arts world, only those who have reached a state of divine mastery can be called grandmasters.

However, the attack before him did not make him feel anything similar.

Of course, there's also the most important point.

Behind the shadow of the stick, he had already seen the person who had made the move.

Gao Yi raised his hand and pressed down, grabbing the incoming iron rod without dodging or avoiding it.

"boom!"

The two collided, producing a clanging sound like metal striking metal.

"Yang Lin's adopted daughter?"

Gao Yi chuckled softly.

Yang Lin, the Prince of Kao Shan, had twelve adopted sons and one adopted daughter. The identity of the person for whom he was willing to send away soldiers was beyond any need for guessing.

"You damned Tartars, with a mere thousand or so soldiers, you dare to invade my Wuchuan and even dare to covet the royal banner? You're courting death."

Zhang Ziyan's eyes blazed with fire, and her brows were filled with murderous intent.

Gao Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking back to his past life when he was a super angry young man who would break through the ages. He never expected that he would become a Tartar in other people's mouths.

However, Gao Yi did not try to explain, but instead a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This flag looks good, I'll take it."

"wishful thinking!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhang Ziyan shouted angrily.

Gao Yi's smile widened.

"I only wanted to take the flag, but I didn't expect there to be a surprise. With the Dragon-Trapping Staff and Yang Lin's adopted daughter, this harvest is quite good."

"Daydreaming! All troops, listen to my command! Annihilate the Tartars!" Zhang Ziyan shouted coldly.

"kill!"

At this moment, Zhang Ziyan's troops behind her were not many, only a few hundred people, but their roars unleashed an astonishing momentum.

and,

As time went by, Sui troops from all over the city began to flock to this place.

It can be said that the situation is not favorable for Gao Yi.

Accompanied by Zhang Ziyan's angry roar.

If there were Sui soldiers in the field, they would launch an attack simultaneously.

Zhang Ziyan took the lead, her Dragon-Trapping Staff pointing directly at Gao Yi.

The Dragon-Trapping Staff Technique is Yang Lin's signature skill.

Unlike conventional martial arts techniques, this staff technique originated from the battlefield and is a genuine art of killing on the battlefield.

It is all offense and no defense, and its ferocity is unparalleled.

Although Zhang Ziyan's power was far less than Yang Lin's, its sudden outburst was still terrifying.

"Yang Lin's adopted daughter is indeed no less than that of Xu Mei."

Despite the unfavorable situation, Gao Yi remained calm and even smiled, offering a compliment.

"Unfortunately..."

As the laughter subsided, Gao Yi abruptly shook his head.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Ziyan's eyebrows shot up, and she responded coldly.

Gao Yi flicked his finger, deflecting the iron rod that was heading straight for his face.

"Unfortunately, your reaction was a bit slow, and you arrived with your troops too late."

A voice that sounded like both laughter and sighs lingered in Zhang Ziyan's ears.

Zhang Ziyan's expression changed instantly, her anger intensifying, but for some reason, a sense of unease arose in her heart.

"You spread heresies and mislead the masses; you deserve to die!"

Zhang Ziyan roared angrily, and the Dragon-Binding Staff smashed towards Gao Yi like a storm.

Feeling uneasy, she quickly made a decision to subdue the person opposite her as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected events.

But this is the time.

A faint, almost imperceptible voice suddenly rang out.

It sounded like a soft murmur, or perhaps a Zen chant; the source was unclear, but it seemed to seep into her ears like a gentle drizzle.

At the same time, everything suddenly went black before her eyes. Gao Yi's figure had disappeared without her noticing, replaced by a hazy mist.

Just as Zhang Ziyan froze, Gao Yi also involuntarily let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.

The Ten Abodes of Mahayana Practice.

These days, he has been studying this technique.

We're still a ways off from fully mastering it, but we've at least scratched the surface.

He just used this very technique.

Zhang Ziyan's strength is actually not that great; Gao Yi's combat power is more than enough to defeat her.

Gao Yi's concern was never Zhang Ziyan, but rather the ever-growing number of Sui soldiers around him.

Continuing this fierce battle is far too risky.

Therefore, Gao Yi had no choice but to resort to unconventional tactics.

The Ten Abodes of Mahayana Buddhism: Samatha-Vipassana and Samatha-Hearing.

Using both methods simultaneously indeed yielded remarkable results.

However, the combined consumption also exceeded Gao Yi's expectations.

It's important to understand that he wasn't just targeting Zhang Ziyan, but her and everyone around her.

Of course, at this point, Gao Yi had to admit that he had been overconfident.

To deceive the entire audience single-handedly is something he is far beyond his current capabilities.

Quickly withdraw your true energy.

Although she had done something wishful thinking, Zhang Ziyan, along with several people around her, was still affected.

Even if it was just for a fleeting moment, it was enough for Gao Yi.

He raised his hand, drew the scimitar hanging on the side of his warhorse, and threw it into the distance without turning his head.

It was at this moment that Zhang Ziyan snapped out of her reverie.

What she and all the Sui soldiers saw was a commander's flag slowly fluttering down.

The royal flag, once held by a powerful figure, has fallen!