Heaven rewards diligence, but there are always fairies plotting against me.

The capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Qianjing.

This ancient city, nestled in the heart of the Yuan Dynasty, is a sacred place revered by countless cultivators and mortals.

Today, however, a suffocating atmosphere of desolation permeates the vast plains stretching south from the capital.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull sound of war drums rolled across the land like spring thunder.

Looking out, a dark, raging wave was slowly spreading across the plain.

That was a 100,000-strong elite army composed of the "Xuanjia Imperial Guard" and the "Shence Army," which were renowned throughout the world during the Yuan Dynasty.

This army of 100,000 was no ordinary soldier. Even the most ordinary soldiers were martial artists at the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm, and the squad leaders and platoon leaders all had Qi Tempering cultivation!

The captains and commanders were all Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

The army stood in formation, their blood and energy surging like rainbows. The spirit and energy of 100,000 men gathered together and faintly condensed in the void into a Xuanwu military spirit a thousand feet tall, exuding a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

At the very front of the army of 100,000 was a golden chariot pulled by eight snow-white dragon horses with single horns.

On the chariot, General Meng Zhan of the Great Yuan Dynasty rested his hand on the broadsword at his waist, his tiger-like eyes radiating power. He was clad in heavy armor with dragon scales, and his formidable cultivation at the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm was undisguised, intimidating all around.

Ten miles away, opposite the main force, was another dark and imposing force.

The Divine Sword Sect's warships lined up, and below them, countless "jianghu figures" thronged the mountains and plains. Among these jianghu figures were scattered cultivator families who had been intimidated by Chu Chang's bloody methods and had no choice but to submit; desperate outlaws who, upon hearing of the fall of Dayuan City, sought to gain a share of the spoils; and remnants of sects who had been oppressed and persecuted by the Dayuan Dynasty for many years.

Although they numbered only tens of thousands and were in a chaotic formation, they were all men who had risked their lives for blood, and their eyes gleamed with ruthlessness and greed.

"Where is Chu Chang?! Come out and face your death!"

General Meng Zhan suddenly drew his broadsword from his waist and pointed it at the sky.

boom!

The 100,000-strong army simultaneously clashed their weapons against their shields, erupting in a unified roar: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The sound reverberated for miles around, and the violent shockwave even tore apart the clouds in the sky. Under such overwhelming military might, many of the wandering martial artists turned pale and instinctively retreated.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs, how dare they offend the might of my Great Yuan?" Meng Zhan's face showed a hint of disdain.

However, the moment he finished speaking, a figure in black slowly floated down from the foremost warship of the Divine Sword Sect.

Chu Chang walked through the air, and with each step he took, a faint gray ripple spread across the void.

Behind him, fourteen puppets clad in black armor and exuding a chilling aura of death followed like ghosts.

Lin Wuwen, Tie Kuangtu, the City Lord of Dayuan, Zhao Wuji... these once powerful Purple Mansion experts, who once dominated their respective regions, now stood in neat rows behind Chu Chang, their eyes burning with black demonic fire, coldly watching the 100,000-strong army below.

"The Mongolian War"

Chu Chang looked down at the general on the golden chariot, his voice calm and undisturbed: "If you lead these 100,000 troops to lay down your arms and return to your fields, I will spare your life. Otherwise, this plain outside the capital will be the burial ground for 100,000 soldiers of my Great Yuan."

"Arrogant!"

Enraged, Meng Zhan laughed coldly: "I'd like to see how these puppet corpses of yours can withstand the Xuanwu Heaven-Breaking Formation of my 100,000 iron cavalry!"

He swung his broadsword down with a thunderous roar:

"All troops, listen to my command! Form ranks and charge!"

"roar!"

With Meng Zhan's command, the thousand-foot-tall Xuanwu military spirit atop the heads of the 100,000-strong army let out an angry roar.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The earth trembled, and 100,000 armored soldiers launched a simultaneous charge, their speed increasing until they transformed into an unstoppable black torrent, sweeping towards Chu Chang's side with overwhelming force.

"Kill them! Annihilate these henchmen of the imperial court and seize the capital's treasury!"

Among the martial arts practitioners, some desperate individuals, tempted by the huge profits, also became bloodthirsty, brandishing various strange weapons and charging forward with a roar.

The distance between the two sides closed in an instant, like two surging tides colliding fiercely on the plains outside Beijing!

Rumble!

At the moment of impact, blinding magical light and a rain of blood exploded simultaneously.

The Xuanjia Army's coordination was extremely seamless. The heavy shield bearers in the front row, enhanced by runes, were like an impenetrable wall, while the spearmen and archers in the rear mercilessly reaped the lives of the wandering cultivators. Although the individual cultivators were quite capable, their individual bravery seemed extremely insignificant in the face of such a military charge. Their vanguard was instantly torn apart, resulting in heavy casualties.

"Hmph, a rabble." Meng Zhan sneered.

However, before his smile could even expand, it froze completely on his face.

Because Chu Chang's puppet army has moved.

"boom!"

Fourteen black meteors fell from the sky and crashed directly into the center of the Xuanwu Army's most heavily protected army.

The puppet lord of Dayuan City cultivated earth-attribute techniques in his previous life. After being transformed into a puppet, his physical body was tempered by the Geng Metal Earthly Fiend and became heavier than ten thousand jin.

The moment he landed, the ground within a radius of two hundred feet collapsed with a deafening roar. Hundreds of elite Xuanjia soldiers were reduced to minced meat by the terrifying gravitational wave before they could even scream.

"die!"

The Iron Madman Puppet was even more ferocious. He charged directly into the Shence Army's heavy cavalry formation, grabbed the necks of two dragon horses with both hands, and swung them around violently!

Two heavily armored dragon-horses, each weighing thousands of kilograms, whirled and spun through the air, smashing dozens of cavalrymen into the air. He was like a human meat grinder, leaving men and horses sprawling and blood and flesh flying wherever he went.

"Demon, prepare to die!"

Upon seeing this, the three Golden Core stage captains of the Divine Strategy Army roared and formed the Three Talents Formation. Their three magical spears transformed into three golden dragons, piercing straight into the heart of the Iron Madman.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three spears pierced Iron Madman's chest, but only a series of dazzling sparks erupted. The spear tips, comparable to mid-grade magic weapons, failed to even pierce Iron Madman's skin, leaving only three white marks on his black armor.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!" The captain was horrified.

A flash of demonic fire appeared in Tie Kuangtu's empty eyes. His hands shot out like lightning, grabbing two of the captains by the neck and squeezing them hard.

Bang!Bang!

Two blood flowers exploded in mid-air.

The remaining captain was terrified and turned to flee, but Zhao Wuji's puppet, which was passing by, casually unleashed a wisp of ghostly cold flame, instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture. He was then trampled into fragments by the torrent of armored soldiers.

"Damn it! That puppet at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm is coming!"

Meng Zhan stood on the golden chariot, his face extremely grim.

Lin Wuwen moved like lightning, leaving a trail of energy several miles long through the army, heading straight for the golden chariot. Any soldier who stood in his way was instantly corroded and vaporized the moment they touched the layer of chaotic demonic energy on his body, unable to stop him in the slightest.

"Archers! Fire! Zhuxian Divine Crossbow, aim at him!" Meng Zhan shouted sternly.

Dozens of enormous crossbows, made of century-old ironwood, burst forth with dazzling light as they were infused with true essence.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Thick bolts of black iron, as thick as a child's arm, shot towards Lin Wuwen with a piercing whistle that tore through the air. These bolts were engraved with armor-piercing and explosive runes, enough to severely injure even a Purple Mansion Realm expert.

However, Lin Wuwen simply raised his right hand expressionlessly and pressed it lightly in the air.

[Heavenly Demon Force Field!]

A gravitational black hole, evolved from pure chaotic true essence, appeared out of thin air. The black iron crossbow bolts, powerful enough to pierce mountains, suddenly slowed down the moment they entered the force field. Then, under the terrifying gravity, they twisted, broke, and fell helplessly to the ground.

"What?!"

Meng Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Let's unleash our combined military spirit and kill him!"

At this moment, the 100,000-strong army simultaneously activated their cultivation techniques, continuously pouring their vital energy into the Xuanwu army spirit in the void. The enormous Xuanwu seemed to come alive; it raised its massive hooves, unleashing a terrifying pressure that could tear through the void, and slammed them down fiercely towards Lin Wuwen.

The power of this strike has already faintly reached the threshold of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

In the void behind Lin Wuwen, Chu Chang's divine sense stirred slightly.

"The moon and the sun, the creation of all things is boundless."

Chu Chang used the divine seal to infuse a wisp of primordial chaos power into Lin Wuwen's body.

Suddenly, two dazzling beams of light, one gold and one silver, burst forth from Lin Wuwen's empty eyes. He slowly retracted his right fist to his waist, then unleashed a powerful punch at the descending Xuanwu giant claw!

boom!

With a single punch, the world lost its color.

A giant Tai Chi pattern emerged in front of Lin Wuwen's fist, with Yang fire and Yin ice intertwining and swirling, transforming into a destructive storm.

Two terrifying forces collided violently in mid-air.

After only a half-breath of stalemate, the colossal Xuanwu claw, formed from the blood and qi of a hundred thousand soldiers, crumbled inch by inch under the obliteration of the Tai Chi pattern. Immediately afterwards, the destructive storm spread along the arm, completely annihilating the thousand-foot-tall Xuanwu military spirit into nothingness.

"puff!"

The army's spirit was forcibly shattered, and the 100,000 troops forming the army formation below were struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood and their aura instantly weakening.

The battle formation has been broken.

"The entire army... has been defeated?"

Looking at his army, now utterly defeated and devoid of any will to fight, Meng Zhan's eyes were filled with despair and disbelief.

The Yuan Dynasty's most elite army of 100,000, combined with the Soul Formation, couldn't even defend against the enemy in a single encounter? Just what kind of monster is this Chu Chang?

"General Meng, now it's your turn."

Lin Wuwen's voice sounded like it came from the deepest hell, and in an instant he was in front of the chariot.

"I am a pillar of the Great Yuan Dynasty, how can I offer my neck for slaughter! Kill!"

Knowing he had no hope of survival, Meng Zhan's eyes flashed with a resolute madness. He burned his golden core and divine soul, his whole body engulfed in blood-red flames, and the broadsword in his hand transformed into a hundred-foot-long sword beam, slashing towards Lin Wuwen.

Lin Wuwen did not move, but raised his left hand, which was covered by demonic patterns, and forcibly grabbed the hundred-foot-long sword beam that was falling.

Click!

The seemingly invincible sword light was crushed by Lin Wuwen's bare hand. Immediately afterwards, Lin Wuwen's right hand formed a claw, piercing through Meng Zhan's dragon scale armor as if taking something out of a bag, directly grabbing his golden core, and then squeezing it hard.

boom!

The renowned general of the Yuan Dynasty, Meng Zhan, was killed on the spot.

"General Meng is dead! Run!"

"Devil! They are devils!"

With the general dead, the remaining tens of thousands of troops completely collapsed, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fleeing in disarray in all directions. Meanwhile, the martial arts practitioners who had been suppressed were suddenly invigorated by the sight, roaring as they rushed forward to beat the fallen enemy and frantically reaping the spoils of war.

The entire plains surrounding Beijing have been transformed into a bloodbath, a living hell.

Chu Chang remained standing on the warship the entire time, coldly watching everything that was happening below.

He showed no pity for the dead and wounded rogue cultivators and Xuanjia soldiers. The cultivation world was a dog-eat-dog world; if you chose the wrong side, you had to be prepared to pay the price.

"Walk."

Chu Chang gave the order in a calm tone.

The warships set sail again, slowly passing over the bloody battlefield, and arrived at the tightly closed, majestic city gates of Qianjing.

At this moment, all the guards on the walls of Qianjing City were trembling uncontrollably as they watched the fourteen Heavenly Demon Puppets slowly walking towards them from the pool of blood.

"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Protectorate Formation, activated!"

Inside the city, the roar of Emperor Qian Yuanzi of the Great Yuan Dynasty, tinged with fear, echoed through the city.

hum!

A massive light shield, formed from countless golden lightning bolts and covering the entire capital city, shot into the sky. Nine enormous lightning dragons roamed and roared across the surface of the shield, emanating an aura of destruction.

This grand defensive formation was the last resort of the Great Yuan imperial family.

Chu Chang stood outside the city, the Broken Dust Ancient Sword in his hand trembling violently like never before, as if calling upon the vast and ancient power beneath the city.

"The Yuan Dynasty's royal family, do you really think this tortoise shell can protect you?"

Chu Chang stared at the golden lightning shield, his gaze gradually turning cold and profound.