Taoist Myth: I am the last true immortal in the world

Chapter 862 Vulnerable

what?
You volunteered to fight He Yanxi.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Zhao Kuangyin's resolute face.

Everyone knows that He Yanxi has just defeated the three extraordinary individuals that Chai Rong recruited at great expense.

Mr. Zhang, one of them, had worked as a farmhand under Marshal Black Tiger Altar for several years.

Although not a formal disciple, he was still from a prestigious family and possessed unpredictable magical abilities.

The result was that even someone as formidable as Mr. Zhang was defeated by He Yanxi.

How dare you, Zhao Kuangyin, a mere mortal, challenge He Yanxi?
Chai Rong's expression looked strange.

Li Chongjin and the other generals exchanged complex glances.

On the contrary, the soldiers showed admiration.

The most admired people in the army are the brave warriors. How could Zhao Kuangyin not be admirable for having the courage to challenge He Yanxi after winning three battles in a row?

If there was one person present whose emotions were completely different from the others, it would probably be Zhao Hongyin. Zhao Kuangyin was his son, and now that he had done something that was "seeking death," how could he be at ease?
However, requesting to fight on the battlefield involves the national level, and no matter how worried Zhao Hongyin was about his son, he certainly couldn't say anything at this time.

Perhaps the group was too surprised to notice the calm smiles on the faces of the people behind Zhao Kuangyin.

Chen Tuan, in particular, appeared completely calm and collected.

Although Chai Rong was also worried about Zhao Kuangyin's safety, he thought that since Zhao Kuangyin was a student of the Taoist Emperor Chen Pu, he should be able to break He Yanxi's sorcery.

He nodded slightly and said, "Defense Commander Zhao, please be careful."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I will be right back."

Zhao Kuangyin gripped the dragon-patterned staff, spurred his horse, and slowly headed towards He Yanxi.

Behind him followed hundreds of cavalrymen, while Chen Tuan, Yuan Chu, and Mr. Geng were not among them.

A moment later, Zhao Kuangyin arrived at the front of the formation, cupped his hands in greeting from afar, and said, "I am Zhao Kuangyin of Luoyang. General He, greetings."

He Yanxi said with a hint of contempt, "Another greenhorn, are you here to die too?"

Zhao Kuangyin was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and asked, "General He, you must be a little tired after fighting three generals in a row. Why don't you rest for a while and fight me again when you are full of energy?"

He Yanxi said proudly, "No need. It will only take a day or two to stab you off your horse. Why should I rest?"

Zhao Kuangyin raised his dragon-patterned staff and said, "Since that's the case, then I, Zhao, will take advantage of this."

He Yanxi said, "Stop talking nonsense, come if you want to."

"good."

Without further ado, Zhao Kuangyin spurred his horse forward at breakneck speed, brandishing his dragon-patterned staff.

The Panlong Staff is a very unique weapon; it is the predecessor of the nunchaku.

According to legend, during a battle, Zhao Kuangyin's staff was cut in half by the enemy's broadsword.

He had a flash of inspiration and had someone use iron rings to connect the two broken pieces of the stick together, forming a new weapon. This is the origin of the Panlong Stick.

The Panlong staff is characterized by a short stick at the front end connected by iron rings. When swung, it resembles the tip of a whip, generating a powerful "whipping force" and penetrating the target upon impact.

He Yanxi had no idea about the characteristics of the Panlong Staff, and instinctively raised his spear to block.

clang!
The spear did indeed block part of the attack from the Panlong Staff.

Unexpectedly, the short stick at the end of the stick continued to strike forward.

Caught off guard, He Yanxi was struck on the head and face by a short stick.

He screamed in agony and fell to the ground without even activating the protective golden light around his body.

Zhao Kuangyin gave him no chance at all, drawing his sword from his waist and slashing directly at He Yanxi's neck.

He Yanxi was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He hurriedly opened his mouth and exhaled, from which a cloud of black energy burst forth.

Previously, Lu Cheng and Wang Ning were attacked by the black qi and died on the spot.

When generals such as Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, and Zhao Hongyin saw He Yanxi repeating his old tricks, they all became nervous, fearing that Zhao Kuangyin would be robbed.

But just as the black energy erupted, Zhao Kuangyin's body surged with clear light, instantly dispelling the black energy.

At the same time, his sword struck He Yanxi's neck, decapitating him!
Upon seeing this, Chai Rong was momentarily stunned.

Li Chongjin and Zhao Hongyin also looked dumbfounded.

The remaining soldiers were stunned, as if they hadn't expected Zhao Kuangyin to win so easily.

This group of people were just standing there in a daze.

However, the five hundred fiery red cavalrymen who had followed He Yanxi into battle all changed their expressions.

The leader, a general with a mustache, shouted urgently, "Gentlemen, follow me and retrieve General He's body!"

After he finished speaking, the five hundred fiery red cavalrymen suddenly burst into flames, like a huge wall of fire rushing forward.

Zhao Hongyin was shocked, seemingly not expecting that the five hundred fiery red cavalrymen were not ordinary soldiers.

He was so worried about his son that he hurriedly called out, "Your Majesty..."

As soon as the voice came out, Mr. Geng, who was standing there, sneered, "A mere little law, yet it dares to compete with the sun and moon? General Zhao, don't be impatient, allow me to use a little law."

Generals Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, and Zhao Hongyin turned their heads to look, and saw a beautiful woman, but otherwise quite peculiar, speaking.

The woman's hands were like bird claws, her hair was disheveled, and she acted as if she were unable to take care of herself, while being held in the arms of a young woman.

Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, Zhao Hongyin, and others did not know Mr. Geng, but they knew that Zhao Kuangyin had recruited a group of talented people, so they were not surprised.

The only thing that intrigued Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, and others was what kind of skills this Mr. Geng possessed.

Of course, they didn't know that when Mr. Geng first met Chen Yun decades ago, he had already cultivated to the level of a high-level mage. Now, decades later, his cultivation has greatly increased, and he has long since reached the late stage of the sect leader realm, just one step away from becoming an immortal.

Among mortals, those at the Master level are invincible.

Sure enough, Mr. Geng didn't make any move; she just reached out and pressed down from a distance.

The next moment, the flames on the five hundred fiery red cavalrymen went out and turned into layers of ashes that drifted in the wind.

The five hundred cavalrymen seemed unaware that such a thing would happen, and their expressions all changed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

After saying that, he picked up the dragon-patterned staff and charged ahead.

The hundreds of cavalrymen from his main force who had followed him into battle earlier also shouted "Kill!" and charged towards the five hundred cavalrymen. Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts skills were learned from Chen Yun, and he was especially brave and skilled in battle.

When he charged into the 500-strong cavalry regiment, he moved as if there were no people there. Wherever his dragon-patterned staff struck, the cavalrymen there screamed and fell to the ground.

In a short time, Zhao Kuangyin led a hundred cavalrymen to fight against a larger force, yet he killed five hundred cavalrymen so badly that they were terrified and fled in disarray, crying out for their fathers and mothers.

After about two rounds of charging, the five hundred cavalrymen were slaughtered.

Zhao Kuangyin and his hundreds of cavalrymen were covered in blood, their armor stained crimson, making them look particularly terrifying.

Upon seeing this, the garrison commander of Wokou City was so frightened that he immediately closed the city gates and dared not engage in duels with anyone again.

Zhao Kuangyin said nothing, but carried He Yanxi's corpse and rode back to the front lines.

He threw He Yanxi's body and head to the ground, then dismounted, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and said, "Your subordinate has fulfilled his mission and has killed the enemy general He Yanxi!"

Chai Rong was overjoyed. "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! Defense Commander Zhao, you've done a wonderful job!"

Li Chongjin glanced at Zhao Kuangyin and nodded in acknowledgment, finding the other man truly remarkable.

Zhao Hongyin breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of satisfaction.

He saw a reflection of his younger self in Zhao Kuangyin.

Just as Chai Rong was about to offer a few more words of praise...

Suddenly, Mr. Geng said with a forced smile, "General Zhao, He Yanxi isn't quite dead yet. Why don't you poke him between the eyebrows?"

what?
The head and body were separated, but the person was still not completely dead?
Generals Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, and Zhao Hongyin were taken aback, thinking that Mr. Geng was joking.

The remaining soldiers looked at each other, somewhat disbelieving Mr. Geng's words.

The moment this thought crossed everyone's minds, He Yanxi's face suddenly contorted with terror as he cried out, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Spare me! Spare me!"

That's right, he learned a left-handed technique that allows him to survive even if his head is cut off. As long as it is reattached within a certain time limit and he rests for a period of time, he can recover completely.

To He Yanxi's surprise, there was a capable person like Mr. Geng in the Later Zhou army who saw through his magic at a glance. Naturally, he had to beg for mercy immediately, otherwise, if his magic was broken by being pierced between the eyebrows, he would surely die.

Upon hearing He Yanxi's severed head speak and beg for mercy, Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, Zhao Hongyin, and the others were all startled.

They really didn't expect that what Mr. Geng said was true.

For a moment, none of them were sure whether to spare He Yanxi. After all, he seemed quite capable, and if they could recruit him, he might be able to produce amazing results.

At least in Chai Rong's mind, he wanted to bring He Yanxi, who possessed supernatural abilities, under his command.

Despite his thoughts, he still looked at Mr. Geng and asked, "Master, what should we do with him?"

Zhao Kuangyin, Zhao Hongyin, Li Chongjin, and others all looked over.

Mr. Geng said slowly and deliberately, "This person's martial arts are mediocre, his magic is also very ordinary, and he was originally a general of the Southern Tang Dynasty. In my opinion, it would be best to kill him to prevent him from turning against us."

what?
Such skill and yet the magic is so ordinary?
Chai Rong thought to himself, "So what exactly do you consider truly awesome?"

He had many doubts in his heart, but said aloud, "Very well, since the Taoist priest has said so, let's kill him."

"Here."

Without saying a word, Zhao Kuangyin drew his sword and stabbed at the enemy.

He Yanxi begged for mercy repeatedly, but unfortunately, Mr. Geng spoke up, and how could Zhao Kuangyin spare him?

The next moment, He Yanxi, who had been so arrogant, died completely.

After killing the guy, Chai Rong couldn't help but sigh, "Fortunately, we had Defense Commissioner Zhao and Mr. Geng today, which allowed us to break the sorcery of the Southern Tang garrison. Otherwise, we don't know when we would have been able to break through this vortex."

Zhao Kuangyin humbly replied, "This is due to my good fortune. I happened to encounter He Yanxi, who had fought three consecutive battles. Otherwise, I would not have won so easily."

Everyone thought to themselves that his dragon-shaped staff was so strange that even He Yanxi in his prime could not have predicted such a change, but the result was basically the same.

They knew, of course, that Zhao Kuangyin was being modest, and from the battle just now, they could see how skilled the opponent was—definitely more formidable than Liu Qiong, who was known as the bravest warrior in the army and had been killed by He Yanxi.

Legend has it that Liu Qiong fought He Yanxi for over fifty rounds before finally suppressing him, while Zhao Kuangyin defeated him in a single round, highlighting the significant difference in their strength.

Zhao Kuangyin made a humble remark, and Mr. Geng immediately spoke up.

She smiled and said, "My little magic is nothing. Not to mention the whole world, there are many people here who are far more advanced than me."

Li Chongjin asked in surprise, "Daoist Master, you just casually waved your hand, and the flames on those five hundred cavalrymen were completely extinguished. Such a great technique is nothing special? Is there anyone here with a higher level of cultivation than you?"

Chai Rong, Zhao Hongyin, and other generals were also somewhat skeptical.

In their view, Mr. Geng's ability to easily extinguish the flames on five hundred cavalrymen was so astonishing that they couldn't believe it.

Moreover, they had just noticed that Mr. Geng patted Zhao Kuangyin on the back before he went into battle.

At first, no one understood why Mr. Geng was acting this way; they thought he was encouraging Zhao Kuangyin.

It wasn't until later, when Zhao Kuangyin's body emitted a clear light that dispelled the black energy, and when Mr. Geng broke the flames on the cavalry, that they realized that Zhao Kuangyin's ability to remain unharmed in the face of the black energy spewed from He Yanxi's mouth was thanks to this peculiar female Taoist.

Even Mr. Zhang was ambushed by He Yanxi, while Mr. Geng simply patted Zhao Kuangyin on the back, and the other party ignored the dark energy.

Therefore, everyone felt that Mr. Geng's magic was extremely mysterious, and now that they heard him say that there was someone present who was even more powerful than him, they were naturally a little incredulous.

Mr. Geng glanced at Chen Tuan, Yuan Chu, and the others beside him, and said in a very respectful tone, "Among our group, Mr. Chen, Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yun, and the others are all far superior to me in cultivation."

Generals Chai Rong, Li Chongjin, and Zhao Hongyin followed Mr. Geng's gaze and saw that Chen Tuan, Yuan Chu, and Junior Brother Yun appeared calm and composed, as if they agreed with Mr. Geng's words.

Chai Rong asked with concern, "Who are these gentlemen?"

Zhao Kuangyin took the initiative to introduce them: "This is Mr. Chen Tuan, and this is Mr. Yuan Chu..."

He introduced all the talented and extraordinary people that Chen Yun had recruited.

Chai Rong hurriedly said, "I am deeply grateful to all of you gentlemen for coming to help. I will have to trouble you all again in the future."

Chen Tuan smiled and nodded.

Yuan Chu and Junior Brother Yun appeared indifferent and did not respond.

Instead, the Dragon Girl Sanjiu bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, please do not worry. I will use a little magic to help General Zhao break through the vortex."

Her words, though seemingly casual, were actually a way of telling Chai Rong that they, as a group, only listened to Zhao Kuangyin.

Chai Rong understood the meaning perfectly and had no reservations. He simply said, "Very well, then I will have Defense Commissioner Zhao lead troops to break through the vortex pass later."

That's what he said, but in reality, Chen Tuan, Yuan Chu, and Junior Brother Yun were very curious and wanted to know just how powerful this group of people were.

(End of this chapter)