Despite facing this mysterious and powerful enemy, the master of Wanlong Mountain remained calm.
He nodded slightly and smiled as he said, "That's right, it's me, Chang."
"Who are you staying here, and what brings you to my Wanlong Mountain?"
"Kill you, kill your entire Chang family!" The mummy's voice was devoid of any emotion, like that of a machine.
"Don't say we didn't give your Chang family a chance. If you swear allegiance to me now, it's not too late!"
The mummy's arrogant demeanor enraged the entire Chang family ancestral land, causing a deafening roar.
If Chang Huaiyuan, as the head of the family, hadn't remained silent, hundreds of dragons and thousands of pythons would have already charged out and torn the mummy to pieces.
Chang Huaiyuan remained silent, for as a ruler of slaughter, he had no habit of wasting words with the dead.
He silently put on the golden gloves and then summoned his divine weapon with one hand.
The spear, swift as a dragon, pierced the mummy's brow with a whoosh.
The mummy clearly knew the ruthlessness of the Northern Kingdom's killers, and dared not be negligent upon seeing this: with its writhing body, it conjured three identical forms.
Not only did they evade Chang Huaiyuan's attack, but they also formed a three-talent formation and launched a counterattack.
The head of the Chang family remained calm, still holding the gun in one hand while keeping the other hand behind his back.
The spear swept across, the sound of it cutting through the air like thunder.
"The essence of warfare lies in unity. Unity means being able to act alone and fight independently!"
The spear's imposing power was clearly beyond the mummy's expectations.
Left with no other choice, they could only continue to avoid direct confrontation.
Chang Huaiyuan seemed to have anticipated the opponent's actions, so he did not pursue but continued to recite the battle tactics in the Six Secret Teachings.
"Chariots are the wings of an army, used to break through strong formations and intercept powerful enemies."
As the chanting continued, the miniature golden chariot that had been circling and tumbling around Chang Huaiyuan rapidly grew larger.
When it transformed into a real chariot drawn by two golden warhorses, hovering in the air, the Northern Blood Dragon landed within it.
He pointed his spear at the mummy and uttered two words indifferently.
"Raid".
The golden warhorse neighed, and the chariot, like an arrow released from a bow, transformed into a golden afterimage as it rushed towards the mummy directly in front of it.
Before the mummy could react, it was pierced by Chang Huaiyuan's spear and then smashed to pieces by the chariot.
It turned into countless pieces of cloth that danced in the wind.
After the kill was completed, the warhorses neighed, the chariots circled, and they regrouped to face the next target.
The mummy was surprised that Chang Huaiyuan was so powerful, so easily destroying one of its clones, and quickly prepared for battle.
A glint of light flickered in his otherwise blank, white eyes, clearly indicating a great deal of inner turmoil.
Not only the mummy, but even the wild boar and the black bear were dumbfounded.
Having thought they were saved, they were now plunged into deep despair once again.
As they said before: they had heard that the master of Wanlong Mountain was powerful, but they never dreamed that he was this powerful.
Chang Huaiyuan is now simply described as a celestial being of a certain level.
If we have to categorize it, perhaps calling him the God of War would be more appropriate.
The master of war, the strategist's journey in the human world.
Seeing the mummy's nervous expression, Chang Huaiyuan did not rush to make a move.
Instead, he relayed back roughly what the other party had just said.
"If you kneel down now and beg for surrender, swearing to become my master's stable boy, I, Chang, will spare your life, how about that?"
Chang Huaiyuan's words made the mummy howl in anger.
He raised his hand and summoned a sandstorm, then hid himself within the massive sand dunes formed by the sandstorm, attacking Chang Huaiyuan.
Facing the endless expanse of giant yellow sand, the head of the Chang family was filled with heroic spirit.
As the chariot sped along, the soldiers chanted loudly: "A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river."
"I, a true man, shall drive my chariot across the Helan Mountains and slay the enemy a thousand miles away!"
The war chariot sped by, the sandmen crumbled, and the blood dragon of the North entered as if it were no man's land!
Even so, Chang Baye's other brothers roared and joined the battle.
"What, are you the only one with evil magic? Does my Chang family have no brothers?"
"Please, elder brother, temporarily hold the line and oversee the central army. Leave the rest to us!"
Such an exciting scene made Chang Jie's mother, Ba Ming'er, eager to try it out as well.
Don't let her petite stature and girl-next-door appearance fool you; she is actually the "Six Desires Heavenly Slayer Nether Dragon," personally appointed by the Faceless Demon Lord.
Seeing Ba Ming'er preparing to leave the stage, Chang Jie's mother smiled and stopped her.
"No, girl."
"Now that we've married Eighth Master, we're already married women, so we can't just show our faces in public."
"So that outsiders won't say that our Eighth Master doesn't know how to manage his wife, or that our family has no family tradition."
After speaking, he slowly walked forward and reached out to straighten the black pot on Master Chang's head.
She took the hot water from Eighth Master's "hands" and then spoke gently.
"Now that we have an enemy at hand, I beg my husband to take action to suppress them."
"You don't need to worry about me at home, as I and Ming'er are here."
"Oh, okay." Upon hearing this, Master Chang nodded repeatedly in a daze, then roared and soared into the air.
"Oh, is it windy? Is it sandy?"
"Alright, if you like playing that game, then I'll play along to the end!"
After speaking, it suddenly flapped its sky-covering wings, and the howling wind instantly blew back.
The sandmen summoned by the mummy were immediately scattered by the strong wind.
Even the sandstorm that filled the sky was blown away without a trace.
The remaining Chang brothers, suddenly without an opponent, exchanged a helpless, bitter smile.
However, they immediately split into two groups and pounced on the remaining two mummies.
"Xiao Ba, you're not allowed to lay a hand on them! These two must be handed over to us!"
Master Chang was always honest and obedient, and upon hearing this, he quickly agreed.
"Oh, I'll listen to my brothers. I'll go with my eldest brother then."
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