Daqin Zhentiansi

"boom!"

This time, it was a violent explosion of thunder!

The purple lightning arrow pierced precisely into the jackal king's heart.

Immediately afterwards, a violent burst of lightning power erupted within his body!
"Bam—"

The ferocious jackal king didn't even have time to let out a scream before his entire upper body turned to ashes in the blinding lightning!
Only the charred lower half of its body remained standing for a moment before collapsing.

The other elite jackal demons who were besieging Chen Song were violently blown away by the lightning explosion that was so close at hand, and were either killed or injured.

Having survived the ordeal, Chen Song staggered a step, leaning on his sword, and looked incredulously in the direction from which the arrows had come. He then suddenly turned back to look at the headless corpse of the leader on the riverbank, his pupils contracting violently.

That arrow was so powerful!
"Roar--!"

"Wow—!"

A deafening roar and a sharp cry, like thunderclaps from a clear sky, suddenly erupted from the dense forests on both sides of the cliff and from the sky!

From the dense forest on the left, dozens of giant ape warriors, clad in heavy black iron armor and resembling small fortresses, crashed through the giant trees and charged out!

Their heavy footsteps made the ground rumble.

Although the formation appears scattered, it subtly forms the shape of a huge "mountain".

The army, with its ferocious momentum capable of crushing everything, crashed directly into the pass, into the chaotic jackal pack that had been thrown into disarray by the two arrows!

"Boom! Crack!"

The heavy, powerful club crashed down, the sound of tendons breaking and bones snapping was sickening.

Wherever the giant ape passed, the jackals fell down in droves, like straw crushed by a boulder.

On the right side of the sky, dozens of Ironfeather Eagle Clan warriors swooped down like black lightning!

They did not charge directly into the densest horde of demons.

Instead, it moves nimbly.

The precise feathered arrows, as if they had eyes, were aimed specifically at the leaders and spellcasters within the demon horde who were attempting to organize a resistance.

Each dive brought with it a storm of blood and carnage.

at the same time.

From above the cliff, squads of human cultivators, dressed in their respective sects' standard battle robes but exuding a chilling aura and with eyes as sharp as knives, silently and swiftly swooped down like streams flowing into a river.

Their movements, seemingly random and scattered, actually follow a mysterious rhythm.

They maintained a perfect support distance from each other.

In groups of three or five, they cut into the chaotic battlefield like the most precise gears.

Swords flashed and talismans roared.

"Boom boom boom——"

With the giant ape's frontal onslaught and the eagles' aerial sniping, they efficiently divided and annihilated the remaining jackals.

Whether it was the pursuing troops behind the pass or the ambushers on the riverbank stunned by their leader's sudden death, they were all like clay chickens and earthen dogs in the face of this suddenly appearing, perfectly coordinated, and terrifyingly efficient allied army of the three races, and were quickly disintegrated and defeated.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast.

From the first arrow that blasted the leader of the third level of the Holy Realm to the purple lightning arrow that annihilated the Jackal King, and then to the giant ape charging into battle, the eagle clan swooping down, and the human race's mopping-up operation...

It was as if a killing program that had been rehearsed countless times had been instantly activated.

There were no superfluous shouts, only a chilling killing intent and terrifying efficiency.

The twenty-odd surviving garrison commanders of Qing Teng Temple stood rooted to the spot like clay sculptures, completely dumbfounded.

Their wounds were still bleeding, and their despair had not yet completely dissipated, but a devastating counter-massacre was already unfolding before their eyes!

The hundreds of ferocious jackals that had just put them in dire straits appeared utterly vulnerable in the face of this suddenly arriving army!
On the riverbank, the last few jackals that tried to escape into the river were shot through the head by accurate arrows.

At the pass, the giant ape warrior was crushing the last twitching demon corpse.

The eagle warriors circled, their sharp eyes scanning the battlefield to ensure no one escaped.

The human warriors quickly gathered valuable spoils of war.

Demon core, sharp claws, uncontaminated materials, and movements so practiced it was outrageous.

It wasn't until this silent, iron-blooded army, just as abruptly as it had appeared, began to rapidly and silently gather and depart in a certain direction deep within the ancient forest, leaving behind only a mess of demon corpses and an overwhelming stench of blood, that the people of Qing Teng Temple awoke as if from a dream.

“That…that arrow…” A cultivator pointed at the headless corpse on the riverbank, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"And that lightning... it instantly killed the Jackal King..." Another person stared in disbelief at the charred half-bones skeleton at the pass.

“Giant ape… Iron-feathered eagle…those people…they…”

"Perfect coordination..."

“Too… too strong…”

The murmurs were as faint as mosquitoes, filled with extreme shock and trembling fear.

Abbot Chen Song clutched his left arm, which was bleeding black blood, and stared intently at the retreating figures of the troops that quickly disappeared into the darkness of the ancient forest.

In that fleeting glimpse, he seemed to see a figure in a black Taoist robe, not tall, yet seemingly able to support the entire sky, at the very front of the group.

And on the man's back, there was the outline of a strangely shaped, dark purple longbow that stirred his very soul.

A name that was already well-known in the lower reaches of the Chensha River, yet always carried a hint of unreal legend, struck his mind like lightning, exploding with unparalleled realism and shock!
"Fire General!"

Chen Song gasped in shock, his voice hoarse yet filled with indescribable excitement and awe.

"It's the armed guard army of Marshal Zhang Yuan!"

"It was Fire Marshal who saved us!"

That shout was like igniting the final fuse of an explosive device.

"Fire General!"

"It really is the Wuwei! The Baiguan Reorganization... it's real!"

"My God... those arrows... that formation... it was terrifying! And so... so powerful!"

"So...so the legends were true! Fire General really is here! He really is leading his army to sweep through the ancient forest!"

Exclamations of surprise, cries of relief, and excited shouts choked with sobs erupted instantly among the garrison commander of Qing Teng Temple, who had survived the ordeal.

They gazed in the direction where Wu Wei had disappeared, at the corpses of demons scattered on the ground, and then reflected on their previous doubts and despair. The stark contrast impacted everyone's hearts.

That silent, efficient, war-machine-like army, with its unparalleled divine power that sealed the fate of the world with just two arrows, completely shattered all their doubts.

It also etched "Fire General" Zhang Yuan and the legendary "Martial Guard" army into the depths of their souls like a brand.

The sky over Chensha River seems to have truly begun to change.

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Bloodclaw Wolf Clan's territory.

Rifty Bone Cliff.

A thick stench of blood, mixed with the smell of burning, permeated the air above the Bone-Splitting Cliff, tinging the perpetual miasma with a dark red hue. Bloodfang, the patriarch of the Bloodclaw Wolf Clan, a third-realm cultivator, sat atop the highest altar of bones.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the few remaining soldiers kneeling and trembling below.

"All...all wiped out?"

Blood Fang's voice was low and hoarse, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other. Visible blood-red aura rose from his body, scorching the obsidian altar beneath him.

"Three entire vassal tribes, thousands of men... wiped out without even a splash, by a bunch of... human brats?"

The Bloodclaw Wolf Clan inherits the power of the ancient Cloud Wolf. Although the Cloud Wolf is not a divine beast, its strength is no less than that of a low-level divine beast.

The Bloodclaw Wolf Clan has a population of 100,000 and rules over other clans within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, making them a powerful clan in the region.

Of course, their strength is still insufficient compared to the powerful clans of Chensha River.

That is why Bloodfang was enraged when the three vassal clans were wiped out.

"Yes, yes!" The wolf demon with a severed arm trembled like a leaf, its voice trembling with sobs, "They, they appeared like demons! Their arrows were poisoned and lightning-infused, their shields were eerily hard, and there were giant apes..."

"The Iron Feather Eagles... their coordination is... flawless! We can't stop them at all! Chieftain, they... they specifically target the outer camps, attack and then leave, we can't even catch up with them!"

"Useless!" Bloodfang roared, a sound that shattered the cliff face.

The violent sonic wave sent the kneeling wolf demon flying, spitting out blood.

"Investigate! Find out for me! Which bastard from the garrison dares to be so insolent! I'll skin them alive and boil their bones into soup!"

Its massive wolf claws dug deep into the altar, shattering the hard rock like mud.

Below, the entire Bloodclaw Wolf Clan's main camp had been alerted. Countless pairs of scarlet wolf eyes lit up in the shadows, and bloodthirsty growls merged into a suffocating wave.

"Clan leader, please calm down!" A wolf clan elder with gray hair and beard, whose aura had also reached the third level of the Saint Realm, stepped forward, his voice cautious.

"The ability to eliminate our outer strongholds so precisely and efficiently is no small feat."

"Based on the scattered information they pieced together from those who escaped, they mentioned 'Fire Commander' and 'Martial Guard'... It's probably that new human army that has recently gained fame in the lower reaches of the Sunken Sand River!"

"Fire General? Zhang Yuan?" Blood Fang's eyes flashed with even more ferocity.

They had obviously heard of that name before.

"That human brat who ruined Lord Nether Serpent's plans in the Lava Canyon and dared to disobey the Heavenly Palace's orders? He actually dared to extend his claws into my territory!"

"It is indeed this person!" The elder nodded. "He integrated dozens of guardian temples and even subdued the Giant Ape and Iron Feather Eagle clans, gathering tens of thousands of troops and training them for many days on the edge of the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Miasma."

"It seems now that we're being used as a sacrifice to riddle our peripheral vassals!"

"Sacrifice the flag? Good! Very good!" Bloodfang laughed in fury, his white fangs gleaming coldly. "Assemble! Gather all the able-bodied men for me right now! Notify all the vassal tribes under my rule, those who can still crawl, get up!"

"Target: Blackrock Plains!"

"Those thirty-three human guardian fortresses blocking our way from the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Miasmas, and that damned plain they're stationed on!"

"I'm going to turn that place into scorched earth and use the blood of those human scum and that Zhang Yuan to wash away the shame of my race!"

A violent aura surged into the sky, and the entire Riftbone Cliff trembled under the fury of Blood Fang.

"Clan Chief!" The gray-white elder hurriedly spoke again, with a hint of barely perceptible worry, "The Blackstone Plains directly face the core defensive lines of the human race, such as 'Azure Jade' and 'Mysterious Stone,' and are also guarded by the power of the Hundred Views Garrison."

"Since we've mobilized all our forces, shouldn't we...should we first send a message to the 'Azure Scaled Dragon' and 'Black Horned Rhinoceros' clans? Ask them for support, or at least...inform them?"

Bloodfang's massive head suddenly turned towards the elder, its crimson pupils contracting slightly as a sliver of reason forcibly suppressed its raging fury.

It was well aware of the power and arrogance of those two races, especially the Azure Scaled Flood Dragon Clan, which was the true overlord of this place.

Trying to challenge the thirty-three views alone is indeed too risky.

“…Hmm.” Bloodfang snorted heavily through his nose, suppressing his anger. “You’re right. Send a message! Immediately send a message to Azure Scale Cave and Black Stone Swamp!”

"Tell them that Zhang Yuan of the human race has gone too far, slaughtering my vassals. My Bloodclaw Wolf Clan swears to flatten the Blackstone Plains in revenge!"

"Please ask them... to provide support! If there's an opportunity, we'll divide up the flesh and blood of humanity and their territory!"

"Yes!" The elder breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned around. A divine blood talisman, carrying a fierce aura, shot into the sky and towards the distant location of the Azure Scaled Dragon Clan.

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The Azure Scaled Dragon Clan.

Green Scale Cave Heaven.

Deep within the enormous cavern, as deep as the sea and with flowing springs, is not pitch black, but rather a hazy turquoise color reflected by countless scaly crystals on the cave walls that emit a spontaneous blue light.

In the center of the cave, two enormous figures sat atop the main jade platform, their auras as deep and unfathomable as the sea.

They were Qingming and Qingyuan, two Supreme Elders of the Azure Scaled Flood Dragon Clan, both at the second level of the Venerable Realm.

Below, several powerful demons at the third or fourth level of the Saint Realm stood solemnly.

Some of them had completely transformed into human form, wearing soft armor with blue scales and having cold, stern faces.

Some retain the head or scales of a dragon, exuding a fierce aura.

The atmosphere inside the cave was somber.

A powerful dragon-like figure at the fourth level of the Saint Realm, in human form but with a short, blue horn on his forehead, bowed and reported: "I have just received an urgent message from Blood Fang of the Blood Claw Wolf Clan."

"Zhang Yuan, the newly emerged 'Fire General' of the human race, led his so-called 'Martial Guard' army and wiped out three vassal camps under the rule of the Bloodclaw Wolf Clan on the outskirts of the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Miasma. His methods were ruthless and his efficiency was extremely high."

"Bloodfang is enraged and has mobilized its entire force and ordered all its vassals to launch a full-scale attack on the Blackrock Plains, which is blocking its path of revenge, and to destroy the thirty-three human fortresses. It has sent a message requesting our support."

"Fire General? Zhang Yuan?" Venerable Qingming frowned slightly, his jade-like vertical pupils sweeping across the area below. "This name... I seem to have heard of it recently. Have any of you paid attention to this person? And what is the background of this 'Martial Guard'?"

The powerful demons below looked at each other and slowly shook their heads.

“Reporting to the elder,” said Qingyan, a powerful demon at the third level of the Saint Realm who still retained his dragon tail and had a calm aura, “this person’s name has only become known in the lower reaches of the Chensha River in the last month or so.”

"It is said that he came from Xuanyu Temple, but his behavior is very different. He had a conflict with Lord Nine-Headed Nether Serpent in Lava Canyon. Later, he seemed to have integrated some of the human guardians of the temple and the giant ape and iron-feathered eagle clans."

"But how exactly to integrate them, and what the strength of this 'Wuwei' is... We are located upstream and do not yet have detailed information."

"Hmph, integrated the human race's guardians? And even subdued the giant ape and the iron-feathered eagle?" Another fiery-tempered, ferocious-looking demon named Qing Li sneered in a deep voice.

"When did the Celestial Race allow humans to assemble such a large army? Are those arrogant guys in the Patrol Division blind?"

The other powerful demons also looked puzzled.

Just as Qing Li said, the Celestial Race suppressed their Demon Race, but they were equally wary of the Human Race.

The Azure Nether Venerable remained silent, but simply raised his hand and pointed in the air.

A huge azure light curtain unfolded in the center of the cave.

Images flowed across the light screen, including blurry clips of Zhang Yuan battling hordes of demons in the lava canyon, and some blurry images of military formations during training in the empty camp outside Xuanyu Temple.

These were all quietly recorded by Zhao Kun and others.

Although the images were not very clear, the orderly efficiency of the killing, the tacit cooperation of the three races, and the iron-blooded and murderous aura that the military formations exuded made all the great demons in the cave put away their contempt.

"This is the Fire General."

Qingming spoke softly. (End of Chapter)