A master of comedy!

Chapter 155 Slaying the General
Inside the Juxianlou Restaurant, the situation suddenly changed.

The general reached out and removed the tattered mask, crushing it to pieces to reveal a bizarre face covered in tiger fur.

In an instant, the demonic energy surged again, making the heavens appear as dark as flying sand.

At that moment, Zhou Sheng felt an extremely terrifying and intense sense of crisis; the streaks of lightning in the dark clouds seemed to be aimed at him.

Only now did he truly realize just how terrifying a great demon who had survived the Heavenly Tribulation could be.

If you want to kill the Great General, the Tiger God is an obstacle you can't get around.

Yu Zhensheng looked over, seemingly wanting to make a move, but his disciple shook his head to stop him.

Zhou Sheng knew that it was not yet time for his master to make a move. If his master made a move now, the whole game might end in failure.

"This city...is forbidden from using lightning!"

At the critical moment, Zheng Chenghuang stepped forward, bit his fingertip, and used the power of his golden body to painstakingly carve these four characters on the tablet.

In an instant, his radiant golden statue, once gleaming with incense, began to dim, and the scepter in his hand cracked with a sharp sound.

But the dark clouds and lightning also dissipated.

The moonlight once again illuminated the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

The general looked at Zheng Chenghuang with a chilling killing intent and said, "Let's kill the city god first to consecrate my sword!"

The dragon roared, and the blade flashed brightly.

But at that moment, Zhou Sheng suddenly shouted, "Xiao Huchen, are you really going to hand over your soul to the Tiger God like this?"

The general suddenly froze.

"Haven't you noticed that you've started referring to yourself as 'this one' instead of 'this commander'?"

"If I'm not mistaken, 'this seat'... is the self-designation that the Tiger God likes to use."

The general's crimson eyes suddenly flashed, as if he had been awakened by something. He shook his head hurriedly, filled with shock and anger.

"Tiger God, why aren't you asleep?"

"The ritual has just been performed, how could you—you were pretending to be asleep, something went wrong with the ritual!"

He quickly realized the key point; his pupils dilated and then returned to normal, as if he were struggling desperately, engaging in some kind of invisible battle.

Guan Buping was about to swing his knife, but Zhou Sheng stopped him.

"Wait a little longer, it's not enough!"

His gaze was fixed on the trembling figure. He knew that although it seemed like a good opportunity, once he drew his sword, Xiao Huchen would immediately wake up and temporarily cease hostilities with Hushen, and deal with them first.

The best time to act is when the General and the Tiger God are locked in a fierce battle, truly unleashing their ferocity and becoming completely immersed in it.

And this requires a helper.

Clang~
Suddenly, the sound of a zither arose, and under the moonlight, a figure dressed in white, as pure as snow, drifted in. She sat cross-legged on the rooftop, her beautiful face glowing with a jade-like hue.

Ten long, slender, and delicate fingers are plucking the strings, playing a soothing melody.

In an instant, the murderous intent that filled the room melted away like ice and snow, leaving everyone feeling as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, and even giving rise to a faint sense of Zen.

The crimson light in the general's pupils immediately diminished, and with the help of the music, he seemed to have gained the upper hand for a time.

The tiger hair on his face began to recede, revealing inch by inch his normal skin color.

But at that moment, a few notes in the music seemed to subtly change, very inconspicuous, yet they weakened the power of the "Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra".

The remnant spirit of the tiger god seemed to see hope and regained the upper hand, attempting to completely invade the general's soul. The tiger fur that had faded began to grow back.

For the Tiger God, having finally found a loophole in the ritual, if he couldn't devour the opponent in one fell swoop, he would only be able to watch helplessly as his power was gradually eroded.

But whenever the Tiger God gained the upper hand, Jinse would lightly flick her jade fingers to amplify the power of the "Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra" and help the Great General gain the upper hand.

And so, under her behind-the-scenes manipulation as a "master of balance," the mental battle between the General and the Tiger God intensified and became increasingly immersive.

However, the general seemed to have vaguely sensed something was wrong. Unable to escape under the wind-restricted conditions, he let out a long howl and threw his cloak into the air.

Whoosh!

The blood-red cloak transformed into a battle flag, fluttering in the wind and illuminating all directions. "This is the Tiger Tally Banner; he's mobilizing the entire ghost city's ghost soldiers and generals to protect him!"

While playing the zither, Jinse secretly transmitted her voice to Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng was not surprised but delighted, because this meant that the general was preparing for a desperate battle and was going to fight the Tiger God to the death.

After waiting a while, they saw that the general's face was not only covered with hair, but tiger hair was also growing on his body, and his body sometimes turned into a tiger and sometimes into a human.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, knowing that the time was ripe.

"Let's do it!"

……

The moment that blood-red flag fluttered in the sky, not only the ghost soldiers in the general's mansion, but also the ghost soldiers and ghost generals in the ghost city's military camp were alarmed.

Warhorses trampled the long street, followed by the army of Mo Dao soldiers, and countless chariots rolled by with a thunderous roar.

The army marched out with great momentum.

However, the gate leading out of the city was blocked.

Before the gate stood a group of solemn-looking ghost soldiers and generals, seemingly waiting patiently for a long time, their weapons at the ready.

Those were the City God's troops.

"This road doesn't work!"

Xiao Wu, disguised as Yang Liulang, mounted his horse with a spear in hand, and pulled on the reins, his voice booming like a bell.

Then came Elder Yang, Yang Dalang, Yang Erlang, Yang Sanlang...

The seven sons and eight tigers of the Yang family are all in the army.

The only one out of place was Little Red Line, who was wearing armor that was a head taller than himself and walked with a wobbly gait.

She played Yang Paifeng, a kitchen maid in Tianbo Mansion, carrying a fire poker. Because she couldn't ride a horse, she had a child actor play the role of a horse while she rode on it.

This was the first time Little Red Thread had played such an important role, and she was very into it. She patted her friend's bottom, spurred her horse forward, pointed her fire stick at the dark mass of ghost soldiers, and said in a cute but fierce voice.

"Hey!! You bunch of Liao dogs, who dares to fight you, Grandma Paifeng, on the battlefield—"

Before he could finish speaking, the other side suddenly unleashed a barrage of arrows.

"Get out of here when the wind gets strong!"

Little Red Line quickly rode its companion and hid inside the shield formation.

After the rain of arrows subsided and the shield formation was activated, the little girl was the first to step forward and charge out, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Kill them! The boss said we can't let a single ghost soldier step out of the city gate!"

He shouted loudly, but his "warhorse" was slow and kept being overtaken, eventually falling behind.

……

"Now, give me all your magic power!"

With Zhou Sheng's command, a large amount of magical power from the spider web surged into his body, and even Yao Taifeng and Guan Buping instantly became extremely weak.

hum!
The ring-pommel sword rang out like thunder, with three feet of dark flames burning on its blade, surrounded by swirling thunderous energy, making it incomparably powerful and domineering.

Roar!
Sensing the danger to its master, the Dragon-Swallowing Blade immediately transformed into a black tiger and lunged at Zhou Sheng.

But what responded to it was the roar of Yazi.

A crisp clang!
The dragon's roar overpowered the tiger's howl.

The black tiger let out a mournful cry and was cleaved in two by Zhou Sheng's blade, falling to the ground as two broken pieces.

Immediately afterward, the blade flashed, cleaving the general in two from between the eyebrows.

"It seems that this time, my blade is the hardest to cut."

……

(End of this chapter)