Chapter 152: Chapter 149: Yuantu Shows Fierceness in Battle Formation Chapter 152: Chapter 149: Yuantu Shows Fierceness in Battle Formation Speaking of Liu Bei and others, after their great victory, they returned to Zhuo County.

Upon seeing that Liu Bei and his two brothers had indeed defeated an enemy force of fifty thousand with just five hundred men, Liu Yan was overjoyed, feeling that this was no ordinary feat. In fact, it was because Liu Bei and his men had first slain both the vanguard and the commander-in-chief of the Yellow Turbans, causing the disheartened soldiers to flee toward their rear ranks, naturally spreading word of Liu Bei’s formidable prowess and countless troops. Once the rear ranks heard of the commander’s death, their morale completely dissipated. Having realized over these past months that rebellion was no easy matter, the fifty thousand troops dispersed like birds and beasts.

With the siege of Zhuo County lifted, Liu Yan then arranged a banquet to treat the three brothers and reward the five hundred soldiers under his command.

The next morning, a scout brought urgent news that the Governor of Qingzhou had sent a message saying that Qingzhou City was about to fall to the Yellow Turban army and was pleading for Liu Yan to send troops to help.

Liu Yan thus dispatched Zou Jing and Liu Bei with five thousand elite soldiers to aid Qingzhou, but the Yellow Turban forces besieging Qingzhou were elite as well, and numerous and difficult to deal with.

Knowing that Qingzhou was about to fall, Liu Bei and his men did not dare to delay. They sped on their horses to Qingzhou and set up camp about thirty miles away to cook their meals and ensure everyone was fed before advancing to the city.

The five thousand government troops arrayed their formation, and the leader of the opposing Yellow Turbans was Yang Feng, a disciple of Zhang Jiao. Yang Feng’s cultivation was only at the stage of Qi Refining into Spirit, a far cry from achieving immortality.

“Report! General, there is a Taoist outside asking to see you by name,” the scout said.

“Oh? I was just about to go out and meet the enemy; there’s no need to let the Taoist in. I will go out to meet him myself,” Yang Feng replied.

As Yang Feng came out, he saw a black-clad Taoist standing outside the camp and couldn’t help but greet him with a bow, “May I know from where this Taoist brother comes and what business he has with me?”

The visitor was Indra, who said, “I am Indra, a disciple of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and have come to help you conquer Qingzhou.”

Yang Feng was delighted and asked, “What divine skills do you possess that could help me take the city?”

The two of them talked as they left the camp, where troops were already arrayed ahead, facing the five thousand soldiers led by Xuande.

Yang Feng then commanded one of his subordinates to engage in combat, the commander holding a steel spear, shouting, “Who dares to fight me?”

Zhang Fei roared, “Rebel, I will fight you!”

Zhang Fei charged forward, his momentum like thunder, making the commander feel as if a tiger was charging at him, instantly chilling his heart. He hastily raised his spear to block, and as their horses crossed, they exchanged blows. Suddenly, Zhang Fei turned around, executed an iron bridge maneuver, his back touching the horse’s back, reversed his spear and with a thrust, he unseated the commander, sending him crashing to the ground, dead.

Enraged, Yang Feng shouted, “Stop your arrogance; I will fight you!”

He charged forward on his horse with a roar. Zhang Fei felt dizzy and almost dismounted, internally exclaiming, “What formidable demon art!”

Yun Chang, seeing the unfavorable situation, rode forward to intercept Yang Feng. In the ensuing fierce battle, Yang Feng, inferior in martial arts to Guan Yu, turned his horse and fled. Guan Yu dragged his saber quickly, chasing Yang Feng, while secretly readying a bag of black dog blood to break his opponent’s demon art. Meanwhile, Zhang Fei also recovered and rode swiftly to join the chase.

Suddenly, Yang Feng turned around, revealing a pearl in his hand, jet-black and slick. He threw it suddenly, and with a whoosh, Guan Yu, unable to throw the dog blood in time, discarded the bag directly. The pearl struck the bag, exploding it and sending dog blood everywhere, its gleam fading as it fell to the ground.

Indra shook his head secretly, thinking, “This fellow’s mana is too weak, which is why it could be broken by black dog blood.”

He held his sword in readiness, contemplating that this time he must rely on the Yuantu Sword to turn the tide. His cultivation had now reached the Indestructible Realm of the Second Layer of a Daluo Golden Immortal. With this sword, he could likely rival a Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal!

Suddenly, Yang Feng roared again, shouting, “Enemy general, will you not dismount and surrender now?”

With that shout, Zhang Fei’s vision blurred, and he fell off his horse, while Guan Yu, splattered with black dog blood, remained unaffected by the demon art.

Liu Bei hurriedly rode forward, lifted Zhang Fei onto his horse, and retreated to their formation.

Guan Yu, seeing Zhang Fei knocked off his horse by Yang Feng’s shout, both angry and shocked, charged with his saber towards Yang Feng’s back! Yang Feng inwardly complained, knowing his mana was too weak, and since black dog blood could break his demon art, and he was no match for Guan Yu in martial arts, he had no tricks left and cried out, “Taoist brother, save me!”

With a cold snort, Indra charged out of formation, drawing the Yuantu Sword, and attacked. Guan Yu, spotting the malevolent Taoist again, felt a chill and swiftly turned his horse to flee.

“Blood Sea demon, you shall not prevail. I am here to meet you!”

Beneath Yang Jian, a monstrous black dog, towering over ten feet tall, charged down from the sky. The mortals below, upon seeing such a fierce black dog, trembled with fear. Known as the Howling Celestial Dog, with legends in the mortal world of ‘a celestial dog devouring the moon,’ its fearsome appearance alone terrified them, as it was even larger and more robust than a horse.

Indra cursed, “Well met. Last time you ambushed me, this time I shall show you just how formidable I am!”

Indra inserted a Blood God Child clone into his steed below. Immediately, the horse’s eyes turned blood-red, and it snorted fire, growing several feet taller. With a slap on the horse, fiery clouds appeared under its hooves, and it flew into the sky to battle Yang Jian fiercely.

Yang Jian wielded the Trishula, battling against Indra, who had only the Yuantu Sword in his hand. After a couple of exchanges, Yang Jian felt his arms go numb from the shock, chilling him inwardly as he thought, “This Indra’s mana is indeed not weak, his martial arts formidable, and his magical treasure even more so!”

Yang Jian had the Howling Celestial Dog circle around Indra, spinning rapidly, while he seized the opportunity to strike at Indra with his saber. However, Indra’s warhorse was not as agile as the Howling Celestial Dog and bellowed furiously.

For a while, the two were indistinguishable in the sky, one wishing to live by chopping at your cheeks, the other wanting to swallow your head whole; one displaying Three Heads and Six Arms simultaneously, the other sweeping the Eight Desolates as steady as a mountain; one, a black dog with true ferocity, the other, a fierce horse snorting fire.

The fighting of immortals stunned the onlookers below; everyone simply craned their necks to watch the sky, neglectful of arranging their troops. Even Yang Feng watched in utter shock. It was incredible; he hadn’t expected the Taoist who arrived to be so fierce, matching the Erlang Divine Lord blow for blow.

Indra raised his sword, and a massive swath of blood light fell. Yang Jian was startled, quickly rotating the Eighty-Nine Mystical Techniques and activating the Demon-Revealing Mirror to block the blood light.

However, the blood light was too powerful. The light from the Demon-Revealing Mirror had just shone when it was extinguished. Touched by the blood light, Yang Jian was greatly startled as a strong suction force came from a void that had opened up, displaying six colors—the Six Paths of Reincarnation! The powerful karmic force within the blood light was enough to directly drag Yang Jian into reincarnation. Unprepared, he was pulled in, and transforming into a thousand-zhang giant, he plunged into the Yellow Springs with a splash.

The current in the Yellow Springs was swift, pulling Yang Jian toward the Samsara Pool. Yang Jian grabbed the Howling Celestial Dog’s tail and tossed it ashore, stabilizing his foothold in the Yellow Springs and climbing ashore.

King Qin Guang was startled by the noise and upon seeing the newcomer was Yang Jian, he exclaimed in surprise, “True Lord, why are you in such a sorry state?”

Yang Jian patted the water off his body and said, “I was engaging in magic combat with a disciple from the Netherworld Blood Sea when the red light hit me, and I was immediately dragged into reincarnation. Fortunately, I was somewhat prepared and used my divine skill as soon as I came in, otherwise, I really would have been dragged into the Samsara Pool and reincarnated in the next life.”

King Qin Guang then said, “True Lord may not know, but the master of the Netherworld Blood Sea governs the path of slaughter and killing under the Heavenly Dao; its karmic force is immense, and only the Asura Clan is unaffected by this karmic force! True Lord, if you wish to contend with a master from the Netherworld Blood Sea, be extremely careful not to let the karmic force touch you, lest you be sent into reincarnation.”

Yang Jian nodded and said, “Understood.”

King Qin Guang said, “The karmic force that affected you this time may not have been great, hence you fell into the Yellow Springs. If it had been greater, I fear it might have dragged you directly into the Samsara Pool!”

Yang Jian said, “Thank you for the reminder, King Qin Guang. I will certainly be cautious.”

King Qin Guang nodded and said, “True Lord need not worry, the Yellow Springs have already cleansed the karmic force from your body. Be well-guarded next time.”

Yang Jian responded affirmatively, and as he was about to leave the Underworld and rush to the Southern Toad Continent, he heard a loud shout from above, and another person fell down.

Yang Jian quickly shook the Demon-binding Rope in his hand, throwing it out immediately to ensnare the falling person. On pulling it back, he realized the newcomer was the Daoist Equal to Heaven.

“How did you end up here too?” Yang Jian asked.

“That scoundrel’s sword has too sinister a nature. Within just two bouts, he sent me into reincarnation. Thankfully, you were timely; otherwise, I would have been dragged into the Samsara Pool to be reincarnated,” said the Daoist Equal to Heaven, in shock. He scooped some water from the riverbank to wash off the karmic force that had tainted him, feeling the suction force from the Samsara Pool diminish significantly.

It turned out that the Daoist Equal to Heaven, seeing Yang Jian being sent into reincarnation by Indra’s sword, was greatly alarmed and quickly rushed down, but was unguarded against Indra, who was prepared; a Blood God Child clone coated in karmic force crashed into his back, sending him into the Underworld, nearly entering the Samsara Pool.

However, Lu Dongbin and Chen Tuan seemed to have escaped harm; they were currently entangled in a fierce battle with Indra. Due to the dread of Indra’s Yuantu Sword, they were constantly at a disadvantage, and the situation was very unfavorable.

“Damn it, that Indra’s sword is too powerful. With a single sweep, karmic force envelops, directly pulling you into reincarnation!” cursed the Daoist Equal to Heaven.

Just then, they suddenly saw a Bodhisattva riding a strange beast approaching. King Qin Guang hastened to pay respects, saying, “Bodhisattva.”

The newcomer turned out to be the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who had vowed not to achieve Buddhahood until the hells were empty. The Bodhisattva presented two Golden Cores, saying, “Keep these Golden Cores in your mouths. Unless the sword strikes you directly, they may ward off the karmic force, but you must still be careful.”

Yang Jian and the Daoist Equal to Heaven were overjoyed, receiving the Golden Cores and bowing in thanks, “Thank you, Bodhisattva.”

Being the sworn enemy of the Netherworld Blood Sea was common knowledge to everyone. Though Yang Jian considered him a person from the Western Religion, perhaps with ulterior motives, he still chose to trust him at the moment, given the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s extremely high reputation in the Buddhist sect.

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