"The Song of Breaking Through the Enemy's Formation, a song to honor the spirit of the army, as veteran generals wield their battle axes to the Wolf Pass!"
The moment the war drums sounded, a fierce wind arose, and the power of the Dao transformed into countless fireflies, rapidly coalescing on the battlefield.
The "Breaking Through the Enemy's Formation" was created by Shen Zhao specifically for the Po Jun Mansion, or rather, it was a reward given for completing a system task. Once the piece is played, it shakes the world, and even the Great Emperor cannot be shaken in the slightest when faced with it.
This battle formation can only be operated by generals who are proficient in military formations and have experienced countless battles. It also requires a certain level of cultivation, but most importantly, one must have a resilient spirit. Only with a resilient spirit can the true power of this battle formation be unleashed.
"Roar~"
A powerful and resonant shout was followed by the tearing of the void, and a general's phantom, hundreds of feet tall, appeared, holding a golden spear and accompanied by a war song.
"The Song of Breaking Through the Enemy's Formation, it truly is the Song of Breaking Through the Enemy's Formation!"
Upon witnessing this extraordinary phenomenon, Ji Bingyan was overwhelmed with excitement and collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at Shen Zhao's retreating figure as he beat the drum.
Without saying a word, she understood that this Chu Liuxiang was the Lord of the Prefecture she had been searching for in her second life.
Po Jun Mansion, the God of War Shen Zhao!
With a flick of his long spear, the battle spirit unleashed a battle cry that instantly drowned out the Heavenly King's voice.
In an instant, explosions rang out from the direction of the Vajra Sect. The three hundred disciples at the head of the sect were all blasted away by the sound waves, and some even exploded and died.
"Two songs pay tribute to the heroic spirits, three thousand guards garrison the royal court."
"Drink~~"
The shouts from the void echoed through the heavens.
Behind the general, three thousand armored soldiers stood solemnly, marching in unison into the battlefield.
"Attack~~"
With a command from the general, three thousand armored soldiers lined up and advanced, crushing the opponent's sonic waves to dust.
"Three turns to pay tribute to the loyal and brave, the yellow sand cannot conceal the heroic spirit."
As Hun wielded his long spear, heaven and earth resonated, the universe trembled, and the entire plain was filled with the stirring sounds of battle.
Boom~
What followed was the complete collapse of the sound waves from the Vajra Sect on the other side. The overwhelming military might directly blasted all the more than a thousand disciples into dust, and everything returned to calm.
As the battle ended, Shen Zhao lightly tapped the drumhead, and the spirits of the soldiers on the battlefield stood still and dissipated, returning to the void.
Before he could even catch his breath, Ji Bingyan knelt before Shen Zhao: "Ji Bingyan of the Po Jun Mansion pays respects to the Lord of the Mansion!"
At the same time, her eyes were red, a tear slid down her delicate cheek, and she said in a trembling voice, "Lord Prefect, I've finally waited for you, finally... I've waited for you... Waaaaaah..."
After saying that, she could no longer control her suppressed emotions and knelt down in front of Shen Zhao, crying as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Shen Zhao sighed and raised his hand: "Get up, Bingyan. I am no longer the Lord of the Palace. You don't need to treat me the way you did in the previous life."
Upon hearing this, Ji Bingyan trembled and said nervously, "Lord of the Prefecture, why would you say such a thing? Don't you want me anymore?"
Shen Zhao coughed lightly: "What I mean is, I have never established the Po Jun Mansion in this life, nor have I become the son-in-law of the Emperor of Da Yin. You don't need to do this."
Upon hearing this, Ji Bingyan revealed a hint of joy: "Lord Prefect, are you saying that you are no longer the husband of Empress Yu... the Great Yin Empress?"
"Of course not. I left Chang'an three years ago and have had no connection with the Yintian Dynasty for a long time."
That's wonderful.
Upon hearing this, Ji Bingyan instinctively blurted out, her joy impossible to conceal.
Seeing Shen Zhao's dark expression, he immediately lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I didn't mean to..."
Shen Zhao thought to himself: Damn it, you practically have "Today is a good day" written all over your face, how dare you say such a thing? Damn it, you're still smiling, damn it.
"Get up first, and tell me when you got back."
"Yes, Your Excellency, I returned three years ago, at that time..."
On the other side, a hundred miles north of Yanhuang City.
Waves of light and spiritual energy shot out from the ground, causing explosions and shaking the surrounding area for miles.
Suddenly, a huge explosion occurred, the ground sank three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and two figures burst out of the air, flying into the sky at the same time.
"Formless Prajna Hand!"
"The Heavenly Waves and Cloud-like Curtains are Powerful!"
After exchanging blows across the void, the air currents distorted, and the laws of Dao generated a series of shocking explosions in the void, Darba and Ying Chaoyun finally separated, standing a hundred paces apart and confronting each other.
"I truly did not expect that, apart from the Empress, the Dragon Han Dynasty would have such a master as you."
“The Central Region is full of talented people, and its martial arts techniques are profound and extensive. How could you barbarians possibly understand them?”
"Very well, now that our strength is severely depleted, let's stop here and settle this another day!"
"Hmph, Darba, since you have violated the agreement and trespassed into the Central Region, you should be prepared to die."
Darba's eyes narrowed: "Are you really going to fight to the death?"
"A fight to the death? Hmph..." Ying Chaoyun scoffed disdainfully, "Do you think you'll leave here alive today?"
Darba: "Don't put on airs. In the battle just now, your spiritual energy was depleted no less than mine."
"Heh, then you'll know once you try it."
Ying Chaoyun's imperial sword vanished into the void, and then she raised her palm toward the sky.
Instantly, dense spiritual clouds gathered, transforming into a vortex that gradually converged above her head.
A hint of tension finally appeared on Darba's face as he exclaimed in surprise, "You didn't use your full strength just now?"
"Too bad you know too late. Prepare to die."
Darba's pupils contracted as she felt an immense pressure rushing towards her head, giving her a slight urge to kneel down.
"No, I cannot sit idly by and wait to die; I must fight to the death!"
With his cultivation at the fourth rank of the Great Emperor level, Darba decisively leaped into the air and shouted at the critical moment of life and death.
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