I am Master Maoshan

Liu Jun's face was soon covered with bruises and swelling, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that with such injuries, even his master would find it difficult to recognize him.

After venting his anger, Yang Xiao snorted coldly, turned around and left without even looking at Liu Jun.

His back seemed particularly aloof and resolute, as if telling Liu Jun that their friendship had been irreparably damaged because of this incident.

Liu Jun sat up with difficulty and gently touched the wound on his face with his hand. Every touch brought a stinging pain. He sighed, feeling helpless. He recalled the scene when the heavenly calamity came. He, Long Aodi, and Long Yingui all hid in the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron, but completely forgot about Yang Xiao who was still outside.

He didn't know how Yang Xiao faced the horrific heavenly calamity alone, but judging from Yang Xiao's current appearance, he must have suffered a great loss.

Liu Jun casually summoned the ghost doll, frowning, with a hint of blame in his tone: "Damn it, when you were dodging the thunder calamity, did you deliberately not bring that Yang Xiao into the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron to hide?"

The ghost doll slowly emerged from the void, its small body wrapped in a layer of light black mist.

After hearing Liu Jun's words, the ghost doll blinked its empty eyes, tilted its head and looked at Liu Jun, with a hint of teasing in its tone: "What's wrong with you? Were you beaten again? Like a pig's head?"

Liu Jun rolled his eyes in annoyance. The bruises on his face had not completely faded. It was obvious that Yang Xiao had hit him too hard. Then he sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Don't talk nonsense, did you do this on purpose?"

The ghost doll shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about Liu Jun's rebuke, and said lightly: "He is a ghost cultivator, I don't like him."

Liu Jun almost suffocated his breath. No matter how much he disliked his teammates, he couldn't sell them out. He felt speechless, and he couldn't blame Yang Xiao for being so angry.

He knew that the ghost doll had never had a good impression of ghost cultivators, but the situation this time was obviously different. Yang Xiao was going to help him.

"Okay, remember this next time. Even though you don't know, this person is yours and you can't leave him behind. That's not good," Liu Jun advised.

The ghost doll nodded, seemingly not paying much attention to Liu Jun's words. It held the old game console, jumped to the side, and started playing by itself, completely ignoring Liu Jun.

Liu Jun looked at the ghost doll's back, feeling somewhat helpless. He knew that the ghost doll's character had always been like this. Although it was not very reliable at times, it was still trustworthy at critical moments. He shook his head, turned around and looked into the distance, and began to think about the next plan.

The next day, just after dawn, a shocking news exploded in the military camp like thunder - the commander of the opposing coalition forces had been replaced.

General Li Guangli, the famous general who once dominated the world, was demoted to a deputy, and the new commander of the coalition army was named Xiao Mang. As for the military governor Zhao Kuo, although he still served as the military governor, his power was greatly reduced.

Xiao Mang, this name caused quite a stir in the army. He was from the Catholic Temple and was a deacon, and his brother was one of the vice-masters of the Catholic Temple. In terms of relationship and status, Xiao Mang far surpassed Li Guangli and Zhao Kuo.

The word "mang" in Xiao Mang's name seems to indicate his style of doing things. In stark contrast to General Li Guangli's style of emphasizing strategy and taking every step carefully, Xiao Mang's tactics are simple and crude, and can be summed up in one word - "mang".

Under the command of Xiao Mang, millions of troops rushed towards Nanjiang City like a flood. There was no probing, no vanguard, the whole army attacked directly, as if to flatten Nanjiang City in one fell swoop.

However, Xiao Mang was not a fool. He knew very well how powerful the Nanjiang City Skyrocket was, so while the entire army was charging, he also activated the protective light curtain. This protective light curtain was much more powerful than the previous one. Not only was it large in scale, but it was also extremely powerful, consuming tens of millions of spirit stones per minute.

Facing such a fierce attack, the defenders of Nanjiang City could not help but feel a little desperate. However, they also knew that at this moment, only by fighting to the death could they possibly defend the city. The soldiers on the city wall held their weapons tightly, their eyes determined, ready to face the upcoming bloody battle.

Xiao Mang stood on the high platform, looking grimly at Nanjiang City ahead. There was no hesitation in his heart, only the desire for victory. He knew that this battle, fought with all his strength, would determine the fate of the entire coalition. No matter what the cost, he had to win this war.

Following Xiao Mang's order, millions of troops rushed towards Nanjiang City like a tide. The protective light curtain flashed brightly in the sun, constantly resisting the bombardment of the sky rockets, while the defenders of Nanjiang City held their weapons tightly, ready to face this life-and-death battle.

The horn of war has been sounded, and a battle of blood and fire is about to begin. Both Xiao Mang and the defenders of Nanjiang City know that this battle will determine their fate.

As the war drums beat, Xiao Mang's army swept in like a storm, and the walls of Nanjiang City were crumbling under the huge impact.

The defenders fought desperately, arrows rained down, swords gleamed, and blood stained the city walls red. Xiao Mang stood behind the battle formation, his eyes were sharp, and he directed the army to continue to attack. Although his tactics were simple, they were extremely effective. The defense line of Nanjiang City gradually collapsed under the tremendous pressure.

However, at this critical moment, the defenders of Nanjiang City, under the command of General Nie Yun, suddenly launched a counterattack. They used the secret passage in the city to send out the Extreme Fire Army and the Fiery Fire Army to attack Xiao Mang's army from the flank. This sudden attack disrupted Xiao Mang's position, and his army began to retreat in the chaos.

Seeing this, Xiao Mang immediately ordered the entire army to stabilize their position and reorganize the offensive, and ordered the troops to charge forward, and those who retreated would be killed on the spot. He knew very well that there must be no slack at this moment, otherwise all the previous efforts would be wasted. Under his command, the army quickly adjusted and launched a fierce attack on Nanjiang City again.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and both sides were trying their best to win and survive. The defenders of Nanjiang City repelled Xiao Mang's attacks again and again with their tenacious will and superb tactics. Xiao Mang, on the other hand, continued to put pressure on the defenders with his powerful troops and firm determination.

The smoke of war enveloped Nanjiang City. After two days and two nights of fierce fighting, this land had become a living hell. Corpses piled up outside the city, blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and scorched earth. The sky was obscured by thick smoke, and the sun's rays could not penetrate this haze of death.

Xiao Mang, the commander of the coalition army, stood on a high place, looking at the battlefield with a cold gaze. Under his command, millions of coalition soldiers did not retreat a single step. They rushed towards the city wall like a steel torrent, fearless of death, and fought a desperate battle with the southern Xinjiang defenders.

The defenders of Nanjiang City were equally tenacious. Relying on their solid walls and tenacious will, they repelled the attacks of the coalition forces time and time again. Every inch of land was soaked in blood, and every brick and stone witnessed the loss of countless lives.

The Extreme Fire Army and the Fiery Fire Army, the two elite of the elite, always charged forward. Their armor gleamed coldly in the sun, and the sharp blades in their hands brought up bursts of blood rain when they swung.

However, the cruelty of war ruthlessly devoured their lives. The 200,000-man Fiery Army now had less than 80,000 left; the 50,000-man Extreme Fire Army had only a little over 30,000 left. Their heroic fight was rewarded with endless sacrifices.

The casualties of the defenders on Nanjiang City were incalculable. Every moment, new lives fell on the city wall. Their bodies could not be dragged away in time, and were directly thrown down the city wall by their comrades in tears, hitting the enemy and falling to the ground, mixing with the bodies outside the city.

General Nie Yun, the supreme commander, stood on the top of the city wall with fatigue and despair in his eyes, but he still firmly commanded his soldiers and vowed to defend the city to the death.

The allied forces also suffered countless casualties. Soldiers rushed to the city wall one after another, but were repeatedly repelled by the defenders' rain of arrows and rolling logs and stones.

Their bodies piled up under the city walls, forming walls of flesh and blood.

The commanders of the coalition forces looked solemn, for they knew that the cost of this war had far exceeded their expectations.

General Li Guangli was extremely heartbroken as he watched his soldiers continue to die, but he was powerless to do anything.

Even General Zhao Kuo, who always liked to stir up trouble, was silent at this moment.

Nanjiang City had become a veritable meat grinder. Reinforcements from both sides kept coming from all directions, but they kept dying on the battlefield.

The arrival of each reinforcement brought new hope, but this hope was soon shattered by the cruelty of war. The shouts of the soldiers, the clash of swords, and the whistling of arrows intertwined to form a tragic war song.

As night fell, the noise of war had not subsided, and the shadow of death still loomed over Nanjiang City. The corpses outside the city looked particularly eerie under the moonlight, and the defenders and coalition soldiers inside the city were taking advantage of the brief break to silently lick their wounds and prepare for the next round of battle.

No one knows the outcome of the war, but everyone understands that this war has changed the fate of countless people, and the history of Nanjiang City will always be remembered by this bloody battle.

In the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Nanjiang City, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Liu Jun, the young God King, is now facing the resolute obstruction of military advisor Chu Liuying and others.

His eyes burned with anger and eagerness, and his voice echoed in the hall like thunder: "Why are you stopping me? There are so many casualties! Can I wait until everyone dies before I attack?"

Chu Liuying was the military advisor of the Zhennan Army after all. He was calm and composed, and his eyes revealed deep worry and determination. He knew very well that Liu Jun's impulse might bring unforeseen consequences, so he had to stick to his position: "Your Majesty, as long as the other side's Half-Step Divine King Realm mid-stage strongmen do not appear, you can't go, otherwise you will be passive."

Liu Jun's heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He understood the concerns of General Nie Yun and Chu Liuying, but the sacrifices of the soldiers were too many, and he really couldn't stand by and watch.

"I order you in the name of the God King, get out of my way." Liu Jun took a deep breath and ordered.

"Your Majesty! Even I have to stop you from disobeying your order." Chu Liuying did not give in, as if to say, "Even if you kill me, I will not let you go."

In this tense confrontation, Liu Jun's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the spiritual energy in his body was released instantly like a volcanic eruption, blowing Chu Liuying and others away. Without a moment's hesitation, Liu Jun rushed out of the City Lord's Mansion and headed straight for the outside of Nanjiang City.

Outside Nanjiang City, the war was raging and the air was filled with smoke. Liu Jun's figure was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. His arrival undoubtedly brought hope and strength to the soldiers. Under the leadership of Liu Jun, the army of Nanjiang City regained its spirits and began to fight back. (End of this chapter)