A master of comedy!

Two towering eyebrows jutted out from his forehead, as if drawn with red-hot iron wire dipped in strong liquor. The left eyebrow held the murderous aura of the Hongmen Banquet that had not yet ended, while the right eyebrow displayed the legendary bravery passed down from the banks of the Wujiang River.

Peerless face, Overlord's armor, Black Steed, Dragon-Panding Halberd.

Although he was only one man on horseback, he was as towering and unapproachable as a majestic mountain. The domineering aura in his eyes made the entire army tremble.

When that figure appeared, Yang Dingbang, who was on the central platform, couldn't help but narrow his eyes. As a veteran of countless battles, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The Overlord's Mask... Could that be... Zhou Sheng?"

Yang Ce, the adopted son, was suddenly startled. He had been so adept at flattering the emperor just moments before, but now he was even stammering.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The reason the imperial court mobilized a large army to attack Luoyang and even used a "Gathering Immortals Order" was mainly because it was wary of Zhou Sheng.

This ruthless man, who had killed two Earth Immortals, was already one of the most untouchable figures in the world.

"A dignified Earth Immortal... surely he wouldn't attack us, would he?"

Yang Ce said with deep concern, unable to hide his fear. Even Yang Dingbang looked solemn and remained silent.

Normally, cultivators don't attack mortals. In war, cultivators fight cultivators, and mortals fight mortals. This is a rule that has been established over countless years.

But once one cultivates to the level of Zhou Sheng, one can simply follow the rules of the world as one pleases, or not follow them as one pleases.

To do whatever one pleases and to overstep the bounds of propriety.

If he really wants to charge into battle, who can stop him?

"It's him……"

Yang Ying stared for a moment, finally confirming that it was Zhou Sheng. Her heart trembled, her gaze became extremely complicated, and she said without hesitation, "Father, retreat quickly!"

No one understood Zhou Sheng's terrifying nature better than her. The battle at Kunlun Mountain, with its earth-shattering power, left an extremely deep impression on her.

But it was too late.

Just as she uttered those words, the figure of the Overlord, who seemed to have stepped out of a play, charged forward on horseback.

He was not alone; eight hundred elite warriors charged out from behind him.

Those people were all elites of the Longhua Sect, skilled in external martial arts, and almost all of them had an irreconcilable blood feud with the Great Xuan Dynasty.

When they heard that they could fight alongside the Celestial Venerable amidst a million-strong army of Great Xuan soldiers, they were not afraid at all; instead, they were filled with excitement and fervor.

At this moment, they were clad in heavy armor, their eyes bloodshot, holding long spears or large lances, following the figure in front of them as they charged forward on horseback with unstoppable momentum.

"A mere few hundred people dare to charge into my Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation?"

Yang Dingbang was about to leave, but seeing this scene, he was both shocked and furious. He snorted coldly, "So what if it's Zhou Sheng? Two Earth Immortals are in the army. This commander is not afraid of him!"

After saying this, he waved his command flag and began to direct his soldiers to change formation, intending to overwhelm these hundreds of elite cavalry.

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation deliberately opened a gap, allowing the Overlord to lead his troops in, before quickly closing in, like a ferocious beast that devours people.

But Yang Dingbang's expression changed drastically very quickly.

Because the overlord was also proficient in formations, he not only found the escape route with ease, but also took advantage of the cavalry's lightning speed to accurately capture the slight flaw when the enemy changed formations, cutting into the vital point like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

boom! boom! boom!
The black horse, like a raging fire, smashed through the tortoise-shell-like shield formation. Zhou Sheng, playing the Overlord, was even more valiant than the real Overlord. His halberd was like a flying dragon, shattering everything in its path.

"You treacherous general, cease your arrogance! I am Fan Kaishan, the vanguard general!"

A fierce general charged toward Zhou Sheng. He was strong and powerful, with superb martial arts skills. He was a famous and fierce general in the Da Xuan army. When attacking the gate outside Luoyang, he was the first to charge forward, kill the enemy general, and made great military achievements.

But this time, before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed.

Zhou Sheng rode past him without even glancing at him, while the fierce general stood frozen on his horse, still in the stance of raising his sword to defend himself.

A moment later, a red line appeared between his brows and then quickly spread, even affecting the fine steed beneath him. With a crack, both man and horse were shattered.

The defenders on the Luoyang city wall shouted loudly, their morale soaring, while the Da Xuan soldiers were terrified and their morale plummeted.

"kill!!"

Zhou Sheng roared, his voice like thunder, which dimmed the sound of the three army drums. The roar of the Yan people was so terrifying that many soldiers were terrified and abandoned their weapons to flee.

"kill!!!"

The eight hundred elite cavalrymen roared in unison, their blood boiling with excitement. Gazing at the figure who could take on a thousand men single-handedly, like a tyrant reborn, their eyes revealed shock and admiration.

Even with a thousand troops and horses, they're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!

In the Battle of Pengcheng, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, with 30,000 cavalry, single-handedly broke through Liu Bang's army of 560,000, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of cavalry warfare.

Even at the Battle of Gaixia, a hero's end, surrounded by Han Xin's 700,000-strong army, Xiang Yu led 800 cavalry to break through the encirclement and create another miracle.

The Chu Overlord of yesteryear was able to lead eight hundred iron cavalry to break through the encirclement of an army of seven hundred thousand. Now, Zhou Sheng sings of the Overlord, also leading eight hundred valiant cavalry to charge into the ranks of four hundred thousand, intending to kill the enemy commander!
"Stop him! Quick, stop him!!"

Seeing the figure that seemed to pierce through the army formation like a sharp sword and rush towards the general's platform, Yang Ce, the adopted son, was filled with fear.

Unfortunately, no matter how elite the soldiers and generals were, they were no match for the Overlord. Anyone who dared to stand in his way would be swept away by the torrent of iron cavalry.

The general is the courage of the soldiers.

Under Zhou Sheng's leadership, even the eight hundred elite warriors underwent a qualitative transformation, each one becoming fearless and full of heroic spirit.

The supposedly impregnable Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation collapsed after only a short while.

"He's here! He's here!"

Yang Ce was terrified, watching helplessly as the King of Chu was about to kill him, his body trembling.

"waste!"

Yang Dingbang's face was ashen. He kicked him to the ground, his expression one of utter disgust.

Yang Ce quickly got up, then fled in panic without even looking at him.

"Old man, if you want to die, I'm not going to go with you!!"

Yang Dingbang's eyes immediately filled with disappointment.

True gold is tested by fire.

He usually admired his adopted son, but when it came to this life-or-death moment, his inherent weakness was exposed.

On the contrary, his daughter, whom he had always looked down upon, remained calm in the face of danger and showed remarkable courage.

"Father, you retreat first, I'll cover the rear!"

Without uttering a single word, Yang Ying, clad in black armor and wielding a Dragon Gallant Silver Spear, rode out on horseback. While everyone else was fleeing in disarray, she went against the tide, actively confronting that demonic figure.

With a resolute gaze, a heroic posture, and a white robe and cloak fluttering in the wind, he resembled Zhao Zilong from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Ying'er..."

Yang Dingbang's lips trembled, his heart filled with complex emotions. He reached out to stop her, but his daughter had already gone far away.

Before we knew it, that little girl from back then had grown up so much.

"Halt! Yang Ying is here!"

...(End of this chapter)