"I never expected Xiqi to move so quickly. Ji Chang is indeed cunning and shrewd." Looking at the densely packed army three miles away from the pass, Han Rong couldn't help but sigh.

Yu Hua, standing to the side, watched silently with a somber expression, as if he had something on his mind.

Han Rong sighed and gently patted Yu Hua's shoulder.

“Brother Yu, we have known each other for more than ten years, and I understand your feelings. However, the King’s decree has made it very clear: you must not take action unless the enemy uses cultivators.”

It turns out that Yin Shou had previously issued an imperial edict to the generals of various regions, stipulating that in the event of war, in order to avoid excessive casualties, no cultivator with supernatural powers should act arbitrarily unless the other party breaks the rules first.

“I don’t know.” Yu Hua shook his head.

"This is the king's benevolence." Han Rong cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Chaoge.

“Mercy?” Yu Hua was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, are all you see enemies?" Han Rong asked, pointing to the Xiqi army in the distance.

Yu Hua nodded.

“But in Your Majesty’s eyes, these soldiers are also subjects of my Great Shang. We should minimize the killing if possible. Don’t you know the power of your magic weapon? After all, they are only obeying the orders of the Ji family,” Han Rong said.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hua looked down at the Blood Transformation Divine Blade in his hand, a murderous intent flashing across its crimson blade.

For Yu Hua, taking the enemy's life is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables as long as he uses his magic weapon. But because of this, before he left Penglai, his master Yu Yuan had told him to use it with caution. He never expected that the king would be just like his master now.

“I understand, but I will show no mercy to cultivators once they appear,” Yu Hua said.

The Xiqi army began its advance, and a large patch of dark clouds appeared in the sky, pressing down on the city as if it were about to collapse.

Han Rong turned around and looked around. There were 18,000 soldiers guarding the city gate, and at least 100,000, or even more, troops from Xiqi outside the gate. Although he had the advantage of the terrain, Han Rong could not guarantee how long he could hold out against several times the number of people.

"Clang..."

Han Rong drew his sword and raised it high.

"Archers, prepare."

"Whoosh..."

Tens of thousands of bows were drawn simultaneously, pointing towards the sky. At this moment, the Xiqi army was getting closer and closer, and everyone held their breath and waited for Han Rong's command.

"Knock knock...knock knock knock..."

The Xiqi army's formations approached little by little with the sound of drums, and soon came within range.

Among the army, a banner was erected with the words "Nangong" written on it. On a steed under the banner sat a great general named Nangong Shi, who, along with the Grand Master San Yisheng, was one of the two right-hand men of Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo.

Nangong Shi narrowed his eyes as he looked at the checkpoint ahead. He knew this was bound to be a bloody battle. Then he raised his left hand and swung it forcefully.

Upon seeing this, the messenger beside him took out a horn and blew it loudly.

"Waaah..."

Upon hearing the bugle call to charge, the soldiers immediately shouted and sped forward, with the strongmen in the ranks also carrying ladders to increase their speed.

"put."

As the enemy army entered firing range, Han Rong shouted.

"Whoosh..."

A massive rain of arrows flew towards the Xiqi army, and the slaughter began.

Beiju Luzhou, Tianyao City.

Inside the Bodhi Pavilion, Ji Fa knelt on the ground.

Before him stood Saitama, Sakura, and Samantabhadra.

"I didn't expect it to be so fast." Jianglong frowned.

Saitama remained silent, only looking at his disciple Ji Fa, while the immortal Puxian beside him wore a conflicted expression.

"Teacher, seniors, I wish to return to Xiqi to advise my father," Ji Fa said in a deep voice.

“Ji Fa, this is war, and it will not be easily changed by the will of any one person,” Jianglong said.

“I know, but I still want to go back.” Ji Fa nodded.

“Father was just confused for a moment. I believe he will listen to me,” Ji Fa said confidently.

Looking at Ji Fa's innocent face, even Saitama, who knew nothing about military affairs, sighed and realized that Ji Fa was just being delusional.

“Saitama, you are his master, you decide,” Jianglong said.

Saitama scratched his bald head, his face expressionless, and said casually.

“I’ll go back with him. This is such a hassle. It seems he won’t give up until he sees his father,” Saitama said.

"Thank you, Master." Ji Fa was overjoyed.

"Fine, since that's the case, I'll come along too. You two can't fly anyway," Jianglong said helplessly.

"Oh right." Saitama finally realized. This place is separated from Xiqi by a vast ocean; he can't possibly swim back.

Jianglong was speechless at Saitama's single-mindedness.

At this moment, Samantabhadra opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Senior brother."

“There are some things I haven’t told you outright, but you should be able to guess some of them. That’s right, the power behind me is the Great Shang Dynasty. You can go back and report my identity to the Sage, and he will naturally not blame you,” Jianglong said.

Puxian looked at Jianglong, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.

"Junior brother, are you really not going back?" Puxian asked.

"Of course I want to go back, after all, I still have a mission to complete. But after killing Huanglong, I can no longer return. However, I don't regret it," Jianglong sighed. Li Daoyi's plan to have him infiltrate Kunlun had already failed the moment Huanglong died. As long as he returned to Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi would surely sense that Huanglong Zhenren's death was related to him.

Puxian looked at his good brother Jianglong and didn't know what to say for a moment.

“I won’t be going back for now,” Puxian said after a while.

Jianglong and Saitama exchanged a glance, clearly surprised by Samantabhadra's choice.

"Don't look at me like that. I know what's going to happen next. The Kunlun disciples will inevitably get involved. I don't want to kill mortals. Heavenly Demon City is a good place. I'll stay here for now," Puxian said with a wry smile.

Jianglong understood that he was afraid of being his enemy on the battlefield, and was immediately moved. He bowed deeply to Puxian.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry," Jianglong said in a low voice.

“No need for that. Just do what you need to do. I haven’t made up my mind yet, but I will come to find you when I do. Remember, you will always be my junior brother,” Puxian said as he helped Jianglong up.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho."

Just then, Mengmeng skipped in with Daji and Longji.

"Eeya? What are you doing?" the little guy asked.

"Mengmeng, we're going to Xiqi," Ji Fa said.

"Xiqi? Okay, I'm tired of playing here too." The little guy said indifferently.

"Then I'll ask you to convey my regards to the Heavenly Demon Palace, Senior Brother," Jianglong said to Puxian.

"good."

Jianglong nodded to Puxian and reached out to take the gourd from his waist.

“Oh, yours is too much trouble. It’s just going back to Xiqi, watch me,” Mengmeng suddenly said.

The little guy made a gesture with his hand, and the space began to fluctuate. A spatial portal, about ten feet tall, appeared, leading to a familiar environment on the other side.

“Panxi River…” Ji Fa exclaimed.

"Hmph, I can go back to any place I've been," the little guy said proudly.

The others were shocked, including Jianglong, who had never known that Mengmeng had this ability before, especially considering it involved traversing a distance of tens of thousands of miles.

"Spatial supernatural power..." Puxian murmured. Then he looked at Mengmeng in disbelief. Even a quasi-saint didn't have this ability; probably only his master could do it.

"Let's go." The little guy said, and then jumped over.

"Mengmeng, wait for me." Longji jumped over too.

Immediately afterward, Daji and Saitama also walked over, and Ji Fa, seeing this, suppressed his shock and hurriedly jumped over as well.

"Farewell." Jianglong cupped his hands in farewell to Puxian and then slipped inside.

The portal then slowly disappeared.

"Why..."

Looking at the suddenly empty courtyard, Puxian felt extremely lonely.

"It's amazing, we really are back."

Ji Fa looked at the few small houses by the river and couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you want us to go back with you?" Saitama asked.

This place is less than 100 li away from Xiqi City.

"No need, I can manage on my own." Ji Fa shook his head, knowing that the others had special identities.

“Go ahead. If there’s danger, we’ll sense it,” Jianglong said.

Ji Fa then leaped into the air, transforming his form mid-air. Two jets of flame appeared beneath his feet as he flew towards Xiqi.

"He's still too naive."

Jianglong looked at Ji Fa's retreating figure and said.

“It’s normal for young people to be naive; I used to be like that too,” Saitama nodded and said.

"Saitama, are you ready?" Jianglong suddenly asked.

“Uh…” Saitama looked at the dragon with a bit of confusion.

"The battles among mortals won't last long; the battles among cultivators are the key. Just watch, we'll be joining the fight soon."

"Oh, really? This is troublesome. I wonder if I'll embarrass myself," Saitama said, clenching his fist.

“You underestimate yourself. You’ve changed so much these past few days that even I can’t figure you out. I really don’t understand what kind of constitution you have,” Jianglong sighed.

Saitama has been getting stronger every day, which Jianglong has noticed. For cultivators, it takes years, decades, or even centuries to become stronger, but Saitama changes every day, all with those simple movements and running.

"Ah!" Longji exclaimed in surprise.

The group looked at Longji.

“Mengmeng is gone.” Longji pointed to the side; the little guy who was just behind Daji had vanished.

"Damn it..." Jianglong cursed aloud.

"......"

“She must have secretly followed Ji Fa,” Daji said.

"Should we chase after them?" Saitama asked.

Jianglong pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Let's go, we can't let her do anything reckless."

After saying that, the group disappeared along the banks of the Panxi River.

At this moment, Ji Fa had already approached Xiqi and could feel the dark clouds gathering above Xiqi, which were an aura of killing intent.

Ji Fa landed from the sky not far from the city and transformed back into human form.

"Is this Xiqi?" A cute voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Uh... Mengmeng, how did you get here?" Ji Fa turned around and saw the little guy floating behind him, looking at Xiqi City with curiosity.

"Hehe... Is there anything delicious inside?" Mengmeng asked with a longing look on her face.

Ji Fa smiled wryly and looked up in the direction he had come from. He could foresee that his master and the others would be arriving soon.