A master of comedy!

A flash of cold light, and the spear shot out like a dragon.

After the Battle of Kunlun, Yang Ying not only greatly improved his cultivation level, but also made a breakthrough in his martial arts. His silver spear was like a rain of pear blossoms, graceful and swift, sharp and vicious.

However, she deliberately avoided Zhou Sheng's vital points with this shot, even though she knew she could never beat him.

The dragon-patterned halberd crashed down, the wind howling and whipping the red tassel on her helmet, even making it difficult for her to open her eyes.

boom!
Yang Ying's hands trembled violently, blood flowed from his tiger's mouth, and he was sent flying backward. Even the warhorse beneath him let out a mournful cry and collapsed with a crash.

One force can overcome ten techniques!

At this moment, Zhou Sheng was singing the role of the Overlord, but he did not use any magical powers. Instead, he used the Yin-Yang technique, which made his eyes appear with double pupils, his strength was enough to lift a cauldron, and he also possessed a domineering and fierce halberd technique.

He did not use his cultivation to bully ordinary people, but instead strived to restore the true overlord, using his unparalleled courage to recreate the invincible Hegemon of Western Chu on the battlefield.

Of course, even without using magic, his physical body was so powerful that his strength probably far surpassed that of the Overlord of yesteryear.

Yang Ying fell to the ground, her spear bent from the impact. She tried to get up, but her eyes narrowed, and she stopped in her tracks.

She knew that Brother Zhou had already shown mercy.

The Overlord charged into the enemy lines, shattering all who stood in his way. She was the first to survive. Although she appeared disheveled, the enemy had actually transferred a magical force to her as they were being attacked, protecting her internal organs.

Otherwise, even if she didn't die from that terrifying shot, her internal organs would have shifted, causing severe internal injuries.

"drive!"

With a quick squeeze of his legs, Zhou Sheng's eyes locked onto the golden-armored commander who was retreating from the platform. The dragon-shaped halberd formed from Ya Zi emitted a dragon's roar, and a fierce aura swept over them.

"Hey! Liu Bang, you little brat, don't run away!"

"My king rides his cavalry like thunder, sweeping away the dragon in a thousand miles of yellow dust! If I do not take your head today, I will have wasted my strength to suppress the Jiangdong region!"

As the powerful and resonant opera singing rang out, the Panlong Halberd was suddenly thrown out, piercing through the air towards Yang Dingbang.

"Father!"

Yang Ying looked anxious and kept sending telepathic messages to Zhou Sheng, pleading desperately.

Although her father treated her badly, he was still her biological father. If Brother Zhou killed him, she really didn't know what to do in the future.

"Protect the commander!"

Yang Dingbang's personal guards stepped forward, but several of them were instantly pierced by the dragon-patterned halberd. It then pierced Yang Dingbang's helmet, causing his white hair to fly wildly like weeds. The remaining force did not diminish and blasted the commander's flag in half.

Yang Dingbang stared blankly at the fallen golden banner, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Military strategy and battle formations seem to become a joke in the face of his unparalleled bravery.

What about all those decades of painstaking study of military strategy?
He was struck by a huge blow and stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

Zhou Sheng had already reached him and was about to capture him.

After all, he was Yaotai Feng's biological father in this life. Out of respect for the monk, Zhou Sheng never intended to kill him in the first place.

Taking the head of a general from among a million soldiers is certainly impressive, but capturing the enemy commander alive would be even more impressive and would be a greater blow to the enemy's morale.

Moreover, such talent is rare. Yang Dingbang is indeed a famous general. He commanded hundreds of thousands of troops with great skill and composure. If it weren't for his extraordinary abilities, no one in the Longhua Sect could compare to him in terms of commanding troops.

Just as his hand was about to grab Yang Dingbang's shoulder, achieving the unparalleled feat of capturing the commander-in-chief alive, two voices suddenly rang out.

“Amitabha, benefactor, as a venerable earth immortal, you have stormed into the army of mortals, killing as many as grass and causing rivers of blood to flow. Perhaps you have already fallen into demonic possession without even realizing it.”

An old monk, dressed in a tattered robe and looking travel-worn, appeared. He seemed unremarkable and extremely simple, like a barefoot wandering monk you might see anywhere in the countryside. But the moment he appeared, boundless Buddhist light shone forth, and an extremely grand and vast Buddhist aura permeated the air, instantly purifying this battlefield filled with murderous intent.

Even the clouds in the sky had somehow transformed into the shape of Buddha.

Every flower, every blade of grass, every leaf, and every tree seemed to possess a Zen-like quality. Many soldiers who were originally killing people actually put down their knives and wept bitterly under the influence of this Zen-like quality.

The founder of the Southern Chan School, the Prajna Monk!
Legend has it that more than two hundred years ago, he practiced in the White Horse Temple. His extraordinary wisdom attracted many eminent monks who came out of seclusion to compete for him as a disciple.

He later became the successor to the abbot, but he felt that the Buddhist teachings at Baima Temple were more solemn than spiritual, so he voluntarily gave up the position of abbot and traveled the world to seek enlightenment.

Among these stories are many about him punishing evil and promoting good, and enlightening the world. The most legendary one is that he is said to have found the tomb of Ji Gong and received Ji Gong's inheritance, which led to the creation of the Southern Zen lineage.

After overcoming his tribulation, he went into complete seclusion, wandering to the ends of the earth, practicing Zen and seeking enlightenment. He also made a special trip to Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and followed in the footsteps of Bodhidharma and Xuanzang to India.

Now that he has returned, he is a fifth-level Earth Immortal. He originally did not intend to interfere in the mortal world again, but he was shocked to hear of the disaster at White Horse Temple and had no choice but to take action.

"Hehe, Master Prajna, why be so polite to him?"

"Zhou Sheng, don't think you're the only one who knows how to use tricks. Yang Dingbang was just bait for us to lure you in. You're young and impetuous, and sure enough, you fell for the trap!"

Another Earth Immortal appeared, dressed in a purple robe. His face was aged, and his whole body exuded an aura of decline, but his skin was as white and tender as a baby's. His eyes, though weathered, revealed an indescribable domineering aura.

It seemed they had Zhou Sheng completely under their control.

It was none other than the Tongtian Daoist!

More than three hundred years ago, he was already renowned throughout the world. He once challenged the imperial tutor Liu Bowen to a duel, and although he lost, he still considered himself the second best in the world.

Of course, after Zhang Sanfeng rose to prominence, he considered himself the third best in the world.

I am the third-best expert in the world, and together with the Prajna Monk at the peak of the Fifth Tribulation, I even set up an ambush to lure you out of Luoyang. That's already giving you enough face. There's absolutely no reason why we can't defeat you.

Having been preparing for this moment, the two abandoned all pretense of seniority and attacked Zhou Sheng together.

Once you reach the Earth Immortal realm, there are no elders or juniors. To an Earth Immortal, there are only two kinds of people in the world: ants and fellow Daoists.

Joining forces is precisely a sign of respect for fellow Daoists.

But to their surprise, time stood still the instant the two made their move.

Everything froze, as if the whole world had turned black and white. The blink of an eye, which is usually a simple action, was slowed down a thousand times, and a single breath felt like decades.

Only Zhou Sheng could move.

In front of the two Earth Immortals, he seized Yang Dingbang, and then with a flash of golden light, he led all the Tiger Warriors back to Luoyang City.

Boom!

Tongtian Daoren's long hair danced wildly, his eyes wide with rage, and it seemed as if thunder was rolling within his body, with myriad rays of light bursting forth. In just a few breaths, he broke free from the shackles of time.

The Prajna monk was a little slower, but as soon as his golden body opened, the vast Buddhist light pierced through the black and white colors and broke free from its restraints.

Unfortunately, Zhou Sheng had already captured the commander and was heading back home.

A thunderous cheer erupted atop Luoyang City, and a single phrase echoed repeatedly in the air.

"The foolish monk and the clumsy Taoist priest devised a brilliant plan, but they lost both their wife and their army!"

"The foolish monk and the clumsy Taoist priest devised a brilliant plan, but they lost both their wife and their army!"

...(End of this chapter)