My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 636 - 211 Confrontation_6

From the high above, looking down.

Amongst the raging tides formed by the tens of thousands of troops, the White Robe and White Horse seemed so insignificant, just as Wei Xuan had said, like an ant trying to shake the sea, until the flash of silver, when the Longdan Bright Silver Spear emerged across the sky.

And then,

The ant,

Carved open the sea.

"Boom——"

The True Qi surged violently.

The Four Symbols Divine Beasts danced furiously.

Wherever the White Horse passed, the dark tide retreated on its own, and the only thing filling the sky was corpses strewn everywhere, with seas of blood spilling over the earth.

Commander!

Carve the formation!

"Kill——"

The Hongze Camp closely followed behind.

The soldiers of the supervisory army, where have they ever seen such a scene.

Momentum.

Is contagious.

At this moment,

They seemed to finally understand.

Why the legendary White Robe and the numerically inferior Hongze Camp could time after time create miracles on the battlefield, and today, they too might very well become part of a miracle.

Inspired by the grand and imposing aura,

The supervisory army's blood was also ignited, they swung their swords and spears, maintaining the formation and meeting the far larger waves head-on.

...

The vanguard of the Left Army.

Cultivator Ma Zhen, upon seeing the battle begin, was ready to officially switch sides and disrupt the Great Sheng Dynasty's Left Army formation, he was about to seal and cast a spell when he felt a chill on his back and turned to look.

Wang Jun had at some point arrived behind him, and his flying sword flashed by.

Ma Zhen's head fell to the ground.

"Ma Zhen's rebellion has been quelled by me!"

Wang Jun declared loudly, "Continue to march according to the original plan!"

"Don't worry, Immortal Master Wang."

Tong Xiaochu patted his chest saying, "Leave this place to me!"

"If there's a problem, you're the one I'll be asking!"

Wang Jun said, then headed back to aide the Central Army.

Suddenly, a firebird ablaze with roaring flames dove from the skies above, like a burning Arrow.

"Hmm?"

Wang Jun was prepared, he summoned his flying sword.

Under the twinkling golden light, he split the firebird in half.

Upon closer inspection, it was just a torn yellow talisman paper.

"Daoist, please stay your hand!"

Han Xiang appeared dozens of feet away, one hand behind his back, the other making a welcoming gesture: "Why the rush to fight and kill, why not join Mr. Han and observe the game?"

"Enough of your nonsense!"

Wang Jun shouted coldly, "Meet your end——"

He controlled the flying sword with all his skills.

As long as he killed Han Xiang, the West Qi Army would collapse.

Then, Mang Mountain Ancestor Vein could be captured!

And the Foundation Establishment Pill would naturally be his!

Wang Jun had reached Qi Refining Perfection, for a full five years, but had never managed to secure a spot for the Foundation Establishment Pill, this time, it was likely his only chance, so he had to give it his all.

However,

Soldier Immortal Han Xiang did not engage in a life-or-death battle with him. Relying on his status as a Talisman Master, he continuously bolstered himself with various buffs. Even in a duel of magical defenses, the moves employed were minor irritants at best, and neither could gain the upper hand over the other.

"Crap!"

"This man doesn't want to fight to the death, he just wants to wear me down here!"

"He intends to use the fighting strength of other Late Stage Qi Refining cultivators to kill that Chen Sansi!"

Realizing this,

Wang Jun turned to leave.

But Han Xiang clung to him stubbornly from behind, forcing him to stop and defend himself, which made it exceedingly difficult to make any progress.

"You won't fight, nor let me leave!"

Wang Jun said in frustration, "Mr. Han, is this really all that amusing to you?"

"We are Daoist brothers, there's no need to fight to the death."

Han Xiang pointed at the troops engaged in fierce combat on the ground: "Why not calm down and join Mr. Han in watching the game unfold? After the battle ends, win or lose, I will let you go."

"The game."

Wang Jun looked down at the West Qi Army, whose sole focus was on killing Chen Sansi, remembering last night's strategy planned by the one in the White Robe, and his heart was no longer in as much of a hurry. He spoke coldly, "Fine, I actually want to see which of you two can win."

...

The True Dragon descended from the sky.

West Qi's vanguard Martial Saint Yuan Xicheng was instantly reduced to mush, both man and horse.

"Boom——"

Above his head,

A golden light smashed down.

Chen Sansi's True Qi surged tumultuously, after enhancing his long spear with it, he bravely blasted it to shatter the attack, and then leapt into the air, arriving in front of the cultivator who attempted the sneak attack from midair in the blink of an eye.

The cultivator was horrified.

A moment ago he had seen the one in the White Robe a hundred paces away, but the next, he saw that long spear already in front of his face, leaving him no chance to dodge. He could only rapidly seal with both hands, summoning water curtains before him to form a protective barrier.

Two soldiers from Hongze Camp who wanted to attempt a sneak attack fired crossbow arrows at the cultivator from behind, but upon impact, the arrows snapped immediately. Although the barrier was made of water, it was as solid as a wall of copper and iron.

Until...

The Longdan Bright Silver Spear touched the barrier.

The Water Shield simply turned into "water."

"Splaaash!"

The water droplets shattered and sprayed everywhere.

The long spear, like a Jiao Long emerging from the sea, directly pierced through the cultivator's head. Under the ravaging shock of his True Power, the skull exploded completely, and the mix of red and white matter mingled with the water screen, falling like heavy rain.

"Hiss——"

Qian Xun hissed as he caught the one in the White Robe midair, and upon landing, the long spear transformed into the Black Tortoise descending from heaven, crushing dozens of Xiqi Soldiers into meat mush. Then, with "Unrivaled" fully unleashed and War Intent stacking upon stacks, bodies piled up like mountains, and countless enemies were slain.

"Chen Sansi, meet your death!"

It wasn't until Sikong Chen arrived that the tide turned. He made hand seals and with a wave of his hands,

"Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!"

From the ground, a piece of rock rose up, transforming into a towering mountain, carrying deep Mana, and smashed down towards the one in the White Robe on the White Horse.

The long spear shattered the mountain, and sand and stones flew all around.

Yet, it ultimately hindered the advance of the one in the White Robe, forcing him to rein in his horse and stop.

"Chen Sansi, you are merely in the Transcendent Realm, no match for me, and let's not forget—I have the support of a great army."

While Sikong Chen spoke, he did not cease the movements of hand sealing and casting spells: "You might as well surrender; perhaps you could still keep your whole corpse!"

"You're wrong,"

Chen Sansi regulated his breathing, reorganizing the True Qi accumulated within his body.

"If you had come alone, taking you down might indeed be somewhat troublesome."

"But with the army backing you up,"

"You're no match for me."