A master of comedy!

Chapter 139 The Young Phoenix's Clear Cry
One man can take on a thousand, crushing everything in his path!

Gazing at that valiant figure, whose horse swept through the enemy lines like lightning, seven words came to mind for countless people.

His strength could uproot mountains, and his spirit could cover the world!
The Overlord rode his horse and brandished his spear, moving as if into an empty field. None of his generals could withstand a single blow, and in a short while, he stormed into the theater.

Chirp!

With a neigh, the black horse leaped up, spanning several dozen feet, and fell to the center like a shooting star.

Boom!

The ground trembled, shattering all the Yin soldiers within a ten-zhang radius, leaving a large blank space where the once densely packed Yin soldiers had been.

Amidst the countless dissipating yin energies, the Overlord stood with his spear held high, his imposing figure resembling an insurmountable mountain.

For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

That almost suffocating domineering aura and unparalleled arrogance all demonstrated the formidable strength of the newcomer.

This is by no means the overlord on the stage, but the overlord of Western Chu who, in the Battle of Pengcheng, chased and slashed at the 560,000-strong allied army with 30,000 cavalry, and in the encirclement of Gaixia, broke through the encirclement of 5,000 Han soldiers with 28 horsemen!
A fierce heroic aura surged forth, and no one dared to look directly at him as his double pupils swept across the area.

Even the proud and arrogant General Leopard felt a tremor in his heart the moment he met Shuang Tong's gaze, and instinctively looked away.

He was immediately filled with shame and anger, and felt extremely embarrassed.

An actor, actually afraid?

When he raised his eyes to glare at the overlord, his pupils had already shifted their gaze to the arrow on Yaotai Feng's left shoulder.

"Concubine - son -!"

The opera-style vocals suddenly exploded like thunder ripped through the sky, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly surged, with killing intent gushing out like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing down.

An invisible, domineering aura swept across like a whirlwind. The sound of dragons and tigers not only shattered the roof tiles, but also caused the souls of many nearby Yin soldiers to break apart.

Whoosh!!

Just as the Overlord's momentum was about to reach its peak, another eagle-feathered divine arrow was shot out from the private room on the second floor.

The female general's archery skills were indeed superb, and her courage was even more commendable. She actually drew her bow and shot an arrow despite the imposing presence of Xiang Yu, and her timing and angle were extremely ruthless.

The arrow flew straight toward the double pupils, as fast as a shooting star, as if it wanted to pierce the head of that arrogant overlord with a single arrow!
However, the Overlord didn't even raise his eyes; he simply reached out and grabbed.

hum!
The arrow trembled, only to be caught by that fan-like hand. The arrow, which could pierce through metal, could not advance an inch under that massive hand with the strength to uproot mountains.

What was even more chilling was that the King of Chu's eyes never wavered once, remaining fixed on the arrow on Yao Tai Feng's left shoulder from beginning to end.

In an instant, the woman in the private room lost her composure, her heart filled with both anger and shock.

Without even looking, he easily caught her arrow. What could be more mocking to a master archer?

"Soaring Dragon?"

General Leopard was also shocked by this single-armed arrow-catching action, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty, and he asked.

Before they came here, their second brother had instructed them to probe the people in Juxianlou, and he specifically warned them to be careful of the newcomer, Ruyunlong.

Although the man was not old, he could be considered a master.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now he feels like he's facing a formidable enemy.

But to everyone's surprise, the Overlord ignored him completely. With a flick of his wrist, he flung the arrow out without looking back. The whistling arrow tore through the air, making a sharp sound like tearing silk.

The direction was precisely towards the private room where the hidden arrow was shot.

In fact, the female general had already shot a second arrow before the Overlord threw it, but the Overlord's wrist strength was even more astonishing than that of the great bow. The arrow he threw arrived first after being thrown later, and it was even surrounded by a wisp of thunderous energy.

With a loud bang, the arrow shot by the female general was torn apart, the tear charred and smoking, as if struck by lightning.

The arrow pierced through the curtain and shot into the private room.

With a muffled groan, the walls of the private room seemed to explode, the room shook violently, debris rained down, and finally it collapsed.

A figure tumbled out before the room collapsed, his hair disheveled and his silver armor stained with blood, looking extremely disheveled.

The female general clutched the arrow wound in her left abdomen, staring at the demon-like figure with eyes full of horror and fear.

With forty years of cultivation, the power of dragon, tiger, thunder, and qi, plus the overwhelming divine strength he possesses when performing yin operas, what seems like a casual throw is actually a thunderous and overwhelming force.

Zhou Sheng, who returned from Mount Lu, not only made great progress in his Taoist practice, but also mastered the superior escape techniques of Mount Longhu, and mastered the profound methods of absorbing and utilizing thunder energy.

When combined with Yin-Yang magic, the resulting power is like a qualitative change.

"Your Majesty..."

Yao Taifeng gazed at the figure that shot out from nowhere, like a god descending to earth, her eyes filled with wonder and excitement.

"My lady, give her to me—" "No, give me the one who shoots the arrow."

Although Yao Taifeng was injured, she fought more fiercely. Her phoenix eyes turned to look at the female general in the distance, her eyebrows like swords drawn from their sheaths.

There was even a hint of excitement in his voice.

She refused to be like Yu Ji, who committed suicide at the Wujiang River. Even if she were to die, she would fight alongside the Hegemon to the very end.

After saying this, he flicked his sword, which shot towards the female general like a flying knife, and at the same time, he stepped forward and charged towards her.

The opera singing rang out, bright as a phoenix's cry.

"Your Majesty, let's see who finishes off the enemy first!"

……

Upon hearing this, the Overlord laughed heartily, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens. No longer worried, he pulled on the reins, and his black horse, with its four hooves treading on clouds, charged towards the Leopard General.

"Take this shot!"

The spear was just a simple downward slash, yet it carried the momentum of a black steed and the strength to lift a cauldron. The man and his horse gave the impression of a thousand troops charging into battle.

General Leopard quickly raised his broadsword to parry.

With a deafening roar, General Leopard's body was slammed off the second floor by the gunshot, crashing into the ground and shattering countless bricks and stones.

He sprang to his feet in a somersault, and just as he was about to attack, another shot came flying at him.

clang!!

He managed to block the shot again, but his body crashed into the wall like a cannonball, his hands split open and blood gushed out.

The black horse neighed, and the sound of its hooves echoed.

The Overlord, man and horse as one, gave his opponent almost no chance to breathe. He thrust out with his spear again, forcing General Leopard to retreat in a sorry state, frantically parrying. In less than ten rounds, he was in grave danger.

……

On the other side, Yao Taifeng, relying on her agile movements, dodged three arrows in a row and rushed to the female general's side.

Yang Shou's blade was fully revealed, its tip aimed at the female general's eye.

An archer, caught in close combat, should have panicked, but the female general's eyes hardened, like a hawk on the grassland. She pulled a sharp blade from her boot and fearlessly thrust it towards Yaotai Feng.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and the clanging was incessant.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than ten blows, their moves ruthless and cunning. Blades collided and rubbed against each other in the air, sparks illuminating their two sharp eyes.

Both were women, and both were injured, yet neither was willing to back down, each more ruthless than the other.

Tendon severing, wrist breaking, neck cutting, heart gouging...

Every move is aimed at vital points; a moment's carelessness could result in a fatal blow.

Until the eighteenth move, Yao Tai Feng's sword was broken by her opponent.

She seemed to have anticipated this, throwing away the broken sword in her hand and taking advantage of the moment when the other party turned to dodge, she risked reaching out and grabbing the large bow on his back.

With a soft "pfft!"
The dagger pierced Yao Taifeng's abdomen. A hint of joy flashed in the female general's eyes, knowing that she had finally won this dangerous battle.

Next, by capturing this woman, we can threaten that terrible tyrant.

However, the joy in her eyes suddenly froze the next moment.

After Yao Taifeng fell to the ground, she actually stepped on the bow with one foot and pulled the string with her good hand. As for the arrow that had hit her shoulder, she had somehow managed to pull it out and nock it on the string.

The female general stared at the familiar arrow tip, her whole body turning cold. Her pupils dilated, reflecting Yao Tai Feng's slightly raised eyebrows and the icy killing intent in her eyes.

puff! !

An eagle-feathered arrow pierced through the pupil, went through the back of the skull, and embedded itself deeply in the wall, with beads of blood, formed from yin energy, dripping continuously from the feather.

The female general collapsed in disbelief, her soul gradually cracking apart and dissipating into yin energy.

The female warrior's small boots, treading on a pool of blood, stopped right in front of her.

"The person who killed you is named Yang Hongying."

"From now on, don't look down on us opera singers!"

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(End of this chapter)