191: Warriors vs Monks

Chapter 190: Martial Artist vs. Cultivator

At the foot of the mountain.

Amidst the densely packed imperial army, Zhengkou General Tang was carefully listening to the sounds of bombardment coming from the mountain.

The moment the sounds of bombardment ceased, he abruptly drew the treasured sword from his waist and roared, "All forces, charge!"

"All forces, charge!"

"All forces, charge!"

In an instant, countless imperial troops followed predetermined paths and launched a charge toward Yuanhe Mountain.

As the premier Sect of Hai Province, Yuanhe Mountain's mountain gate occupied several massive peaks.

To display the demeanor of a great Sect, the people of Yuanhe Mountain had even constructed rows of smooth steps beneath the entire mountain gate for Yuanhe Mountain Disciples to walk on.

Yet now, these roads and steps had become advantageous aids in annihilating them.

The vanguard of the imperial army quickly rushed to the foot of the mountain. While some sentries stationed there were still wondering why explosions were coming from the mountain gate, they were shot dead by incoming arrows.

Crossing past these sentries, the next encountered were the rebel forces garrisoned at the foot of the mountain.

Just as they were bewildered and terrified by the explosions at Yuanhe Mountain behind them, the imperial army descended like divine soldiers and quickly engaged them in brutal combat.

The prepared rolling boulders, logs, and golden juice had not even been used before the imperial army pierced through their military formation.

Countless soldiers and rebels began fighting in a chaotic melee.

"Damn it! Where are the people of Yuanhe Mountain?! Are they just having us block the imperial army here?!"

"Dammit! The people of Yuanhe Mountain promised to come support us, why is still no one here yet…"

"My men are almost all dead!"

"Ah…! Yuanhe Mountain! Even as a ghost, I won't spare you…!"

Countless miserable screams echoed at the foot of Yuanhe Mountain. Meanwhile, the rebel reinforcements sent out to ask for help received no replies for a long time, their formations continuously retreating, and the entire military array was on the verge of collapsing.

Meanwhile, on Yuanhe Mountain.

Figures appeared high up in the air, utilizing the downward momentum to land on Yuanhe Mountain within an extremely short time.

Immediately afterward, they charged toward those Yuanhe Mountain Disciples who were either stunned, heavily injured, or trapped beneath the ruins.

"Puff!"

With a single slash of a blade, a Yuanhe Mountain Disciple was killed.

Soon after, more Dragon Scale Army soldiers descended from the sky, joining into this massacre.

"Dammit! It's the imperial army! Kill them!"

"Hurry~! Hurry up and get up!"

Within the ruins, there were also Yuanhe Mountain Disciples who had survived by fluke.

As their fellow Disciples died miserably and under the orders of their Sect, they gritted their teeth and charged to kill this group of soldiers.

But more people had their courage shattered by the heavenly thunder descending from the sky, resisting while fleeing wretchedly down the mountain.

The vast majority were unlucky fellows injured by the heavenly thunder or pinned beneath the ruins, who could only die one by one at the hands of the Dragon Scale Army.

Amidst this chaotic scene, within the dense forest on the side of Yuanhe Mountain, Xie Jiuque looked in shock at the imperial army descending from the sky.

"This, this is Your Majesty's strength?"

"To actually be able to launch attacks from the sky, and then have elite soldiers execute decapitation tactics, this, this…"

"Under the heavens, which Sect can possibly be their match!"

Xie Jiuque smiled bitterly, saying, "To think I was single-mindedly thinking of becoming the Martial Forest leader. Turns out, in Your Majesty's eyes, the Martial Forest leader is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant!"

He looked at the chaotic battlefield, thought about it, but did not join in. Instead, he changed his hiding spot, his gaze still fixed tightly on Wu Dashan not far away.

Wu Dashan was not dead.

However, he was not far from death!

I saw that Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner was currently floating eerily in mid-air, with strands resembling blood vessels extending from it, tightly binding Wu Dashan.

His fresh blood was being absorbed bit by bit by this Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner!

That Wang Feiyu harbored no good intentions at all.

On the surface, he had them control the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner to surround and kill Xu Mujun.

The real purpose was simply to treat them as chess pieces and cannon fodder!

As long as Xu Mujun could be killed, anyone could become their banner.

Fortunately, he was clever and let someone else replace him.

As for the other four directions, they would surely be controlled by the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner just like Wu Dashan at this moment.

At this moment, in front of the main hall's ruins, Wang Feiyu's hands were rapidly forming hand seals, and waves of strange Spiritual Qi surged out from his body, spreading toward the surroundings.

Across the entire Yuanhe Mountain, five strange pillars of black Qi shot straight into the sky, enveloping almost more than half of Yuanhe Mountain within them.

"Hahaha…"

"The Five Directions Soul Gathering Banners are all controlled by Martial Artists. Although this old man does not have Spirit Stones in his hands, the flesh and blood of Martial Artists can universally activate the group of ghosts!"

Wang Feiyu burst into hearty laughter, while Wang Zifeng beside him cautiously watched the surroundings, acting as his Protector.

"Zifeng, where is Zitong?"

"Old Ancestor, I didn't see him. The two of us separated long ago."

"Trash…! Could he have been killed by this imperial army…"

Wang Feiyu abruptly clenched his teeth and spoke, "There's no time to worry about that now. Once the Five Directions Soul Gathering Array is activated, only dead people can walk out."

"Since he unfortunately died, then we'll just transform him into a fierce ghost."

"The soul of a Qi Refinement Phase Middle Stage Cultivator is enough to become the Ghost King of the ghosts here."

"Heaven and Earth Boundless, ghost heroes of the netherworld!"

"With my fresh blood, turned into guidance!"

"Myriad ghosts devour souls… Decree!"

With his hands forming another eerie incantation seal once more, a series of piercing ghostly howls rang out one after another.

It was just like fierce ghosts rushing out from the Nine Nether Hell!

In a trance, the entire Yuanhe Mountain was permeated with grey-black ghostly figures.

Some of them lacked hands, some lacked feet; furthermore, their gazes were dull, their complexions pale, and they were covered in blood.

The moment they appeared, they roared towards the sky and viciously charged toward the numerous soldiers.

"What a pity, these people were all blown to death by that strange weapon. Before death, their moods were panicked and full of fear, without a shred of grievance or Evil Qi. What gets transformed out are merely ordinary ghosts."

Wang Feiyu said with some regret, "If they had died while fighting hand-to-hand with the imperial army, then they could have been transformed into wicked ghosts within this old man's Five Directions Soul Gathering Array."

"However, it is not too late. As long as the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner remains, everyone who dies on the entire Yuanhe Mountain will be transformed into fierce ghosts, hahaha…!"

At the same time.

In the other four directions of Yuanhe Mountain, strange and massive changes were taking place.

Yuan Sanli looked at the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner stabbed into his chest, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

He struck repeatedly with both hands, unleashing Yuanhe Mountain's town-Sect ultimate technique, Yuanhe Martial Extreme Palm, but it could only cause a series of ripples on the surface of the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, completely unable to do anything to the main body of the banner.

"Ah…!!!"

He let out an angry roar, his Internal Energy surging within him, wanting to cut off the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner.

Yet he found that the Internal Energy inside his body was now like stagnant water, tightly entangled by the strange black mist, completely unable to move a single fraction.

"Wang Feiyu! Dammit! How dare you deceive this old man!"

"Disciples of Yuanhe Mountain, quickly save this old man out!"

Accompanied by his angry roar, Yuanhe Mountain Disciples nearby discovered the Old Ancestor and hurriedly rushed over, wanting to rescue Yuan Sanli.

Regrettably, the moment these Disciples touched the black mist outside the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, they were immediately corroded into corpses.

Coupled with the Dragon Scale Army continuously descending from the sky, for a time, no one came to save Yuan Sanli at all.

"Ah…!"

"Wang Feiyu! Even if this old man turns into a ghost, I will never let you off!"

"Ah…!"

Accompanied by Yuan Sanli's miserable screams, his entire figure was instantly submerged by this black mist.

In the other three directions, Wang Pu sat cross-legged, allowing the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner to transform into dense blood vessels penetrating deep into his body.

Even to let these blood vessels penetrate deeper into his own body, he stretched his limbs, relaxed his resistance, and allowed the blood vessels of the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner to operate.

In the other two directions.

The six First Grade Realm Martial Artists of Yuanhe Mountain were even more miserable.

They struggled with all their might, wanting to break free from the control of the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner.

But no matter how they struggled, they could not shake off these dense black blood vessels.

Viewed from afar, it looked like unlucky fellows who had plunged into a snake pit, being frantically torn apart by countless little snakes.

As the flesh and blood of these few people were devoured by the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, one after another of the slain Yuanhe Mountain Disciples and imperial soldiers were all transformed into wicked ghosts, charging to kill other imperial troops!

And accompanied by the death of each Martial Artist and soldier, wisps of pure blood-Qi power and Soul Power, under the operation of the Five Directions Soul Gathering Banner, concentrated onto Wang Feiyu's body and were absorbed by Wang Feiyu!

"Hehehe, hehehe… This is power."

He murmured in a low voice, his tone turning fanatical along with the explosive growth of his strength.

"Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques, as long as one can harden their heart, progress extremely fast."

"This old man can clearly feel that the Qi Refinement Phase Bottleneck that suppressed me has already begun to Breakthrough!"

"Kill one hundred thousand people! Using the souls of one hundred thousand people as a guide, I will definitely be able to Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Stage, hahahaha…"

He laughed loudly, his hands wide open, and the black giant banner rolled behind him like a black dragon, enveloping his entire person within it.

Dense ghostly figures gathered in front of him, becoming nourishment for his skyrocketing cultivation.

As the Soul Power of countless wicked ghosts was absorbed, the brightness in Wang Feiyu's pupils grew increasingly dim, replaced by boundless Evil Qi, slaughter, and madness!

He… was about to go crazy!

"Whoosh…!"

Right at this moment, a piercing sound of breaking air suddenly rang out, and a figure was seen descending from the sky, slashing a blade straight toward Wang Feiyu!

"Puff!"

The Hundred Ghost Banner surged for a moment, instantly blocking in front of this blood-colored blade light, but it was also torn open with a huge crack by the blade light.

"Hmm?"

This attack actually woke Wang Feiyu up from that state of madness. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock.

"Evil Qi! Such dense Evil Qi… Although Demonic Path progress is fast, one will sooner or later suffer Qi Deviation, fortunately…"

"Xu Mujun!"

Then he abruptly raised his head and instantly recognized the one-armed old man who had just slashed out a blade before him!

Xu Mujun held the blade with a single hand, and the ghostly figures surrounding him actually cowered and dared not step forward, able only to roar silently.

"Remnants of the Wang family…"

Xu Mujun steadily raised the long blade in his hand, aiming far away at Wang Feiyu.

"Today is the day of death for all of you!"

"Heh~"

Wang Feiyu sneered, "The day of death?"

"Whose day of death it is is not certain yet!"

"Myriad ghosts devour souls, Great Dark Heaven!"

"Roar!"

In an instant, the Hundred Ghost Banner behind Wang Feiyu vibrated violently, and wicked ghosts wearing armor and holding steel sabers strode out from the Hundred Ghost Banner, forming a military array and viciously charging to kill towards Xu Mujun.

"Xu Mujun! To kill you, this old man has expended a huge price, specially collecting a hundred military soul fierce ghosts burdened with Evil Qi."

"Among them, there are even ghost generals transformed from five Innate Realm powerhouses!"

"To be able to die today under this old man's Hundred Ghost Military Soul Array is also your blessing!"

"Kill him for this old man!"

"Roar!"

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