A master of comedy!

The next day, late at night.

After several days of unsuccessful sieges, the imperial army's morale was dampened, and they had no choice but to cease their attacks, set up camp outside the city, and begin their rest.

All was silent, and the stars shone brightly.

After the sounds of fighting ceased, it was as if the whole world had suddenly fallen silent.

At this moment, a small group of men quietly descended the city walls along ropes. They were all dressed in black robes and, under the cover of night, made their way to the enemy camp.

This group of people were agile and skilled in martial arts. They were all top-notch fighters, landing like cats and moving with lightness and speed.

The enemy's hidden spies were eliminated silently, without making a sound.

The leader was actually a female general, but she was wearing a Shura mask.

Holding a dagger, Yang Ying charged out like a cheetah, slicing open the throats of two guards with lightning speed. Her movements were fluid and seamless.

Blood splattered on her black robe, but she didn't care. She casually flicked the blood off the dagger, and her eyes under the Asura mask became even brighter and more spirited.

She took the lead and continued forward.

She fought her way through, and after about a quarter of an hour, she stopped. Ahead was a heavily fortified military camp, brightly lit by torches and filled with soldiers and armor. Even in the dead of night, they were constantly patrolling.

The military bearing was solemn and disciplined.

"This is the granary that the Celestial Venerable spoke of. As long as we burn this place down, the enemy will be stretched thin, and we can secure victory in the Battle of Luoyang ahead of time!"

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

When the Great Xuan army marched on Luoyang, food supplies were of utmost importance, because Luoyang, the granary of the world, had fallen into the hands of the Longhua Sect, so the Great Xuan had to source food from other places.

Zhou Sheng had already calculated the location of the granary and ordered Yang Ying to lead a hundred elite soldiers to set it on fire.

This mission was undoubtedly crucial and extremely dangerous. After all, the enemy wasn't stupid; such an important place was naturally heavily guarded and fraught with danger.

The more dangerous the situation, the more Yang Ying's inherent tenacity became apparent. Far from being afraid, she was extremely excited.

"The life and death of the Holy Church, the survival of Luoyang, rest on our shoulders tonight! Brothers, follow me and charge in!"

With a clang, she drew the Wind and Thunder Swords, tore off her black robe, revealing a majestic battle armor as red as a lotus. Her figure was slender, and even the sturdy and heavy armor could not conceal her graceful figure.

There was little pre-battle mobilization; she spoke very simply, yet she was the first to lead the charge.

"kill!!"

The assassins also tore off their black robes, revealing iron armor that gleamed coldly in the moonlight, drew their swords, and followed the figure as they charged out.

Although there were only a hundred people, their imposing presence was like that of a thousand troops.

boom!
The two swords, Wind and Thunder, clashed, unleashing countless bolts of lightning that not only cleaved the incoming rain of arrows into dust but also carved a hole in the shield formation of the defending troops.

Before they could reinforce their shield formation, Yang Ying charged into the formation like a tiger descending from the mountain, his twin swords clanging, their light even more dazzling than lightning.

puff!puff!puff……

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through a throat rang out continuously; with each flash of sword light, a corpse fell.

Hot blood splattered, hitting Yang Ying's crimson armor, flowing down the gaps in the armor's iron plates to the Qilin belly at his waist, staining his beastly eyes blood red.

Yang Ying's eyes were burning like flames.

Completely blinded by rage, she wielded two swords to clear a path for her brothers. Her swordsmanship was exquisite and her martial arts unparalleled, leaving almost no one in her path. She fought her way through the shield formation, stepping over corpses.

The long hair tied with red rope was stained with blood, which only added to its fierce and murderous aura.

His men were also inspired by his invincible bravery and their morale soared, and they quickly broke through the enemy lines.

At this moment, as they looked at the female general wearing the Shura mask, their eyes no longer held suspicion and dissatisfaction, but only respect and awe.

After storming into the granary, Yang Ying did not hesitate at all. Without even wiping the blood off his sword, he immediately picked up a torch and began to burn the grain.

As the flames rose, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But then her pupils narrowed, and she realized something was wrong. The fire was burning too slowly!
She pierced the grain sack with her sword and found that only the outermost layer contained grain; the inside was filled with unburnable sand.

be cheated!
At that moment, Yang Ying felt a chill in her heart. Without any hesitation, she commanded, "Retreat! Break through!"

However, a loud laugh rang out.

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Countless soldiers lined up and surrounded the area like a tide, while three immortals and more than a dozen cultivators took to the air, exuding a powerful aura.

"The Tongtian Daoist and the Prajna Monk, working together to deduce the secrets of heaven, had long foreseen your night raid on the granary. Sure enough, you fell right into their trap!"

"Haha, I heard that Zhou Sheng was a disciple of the Louguan sect, known for his brilliant strategies. But it seems he's nothing special after all!"

"We have two great Earth Immortals on our side, what has Zhou Sheng gained?"

The mocking voice made Yang Ying grit her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger. Hearing Brother Zhou being insulted made her even angrier than if she herself had been insulted.

The two swords, Wind and Thunder, rang out incessantly, flashing with dazzling lightning, ready for a desperate battle.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar, causing the ground to tremble and exuding a strong aura of dominance.

Astride a black horse, dressed in the Overlord's armor, holding a coiled dragon halberd, his peerless face clearly resembled that of the Overlord!

"Brother Zhou!"

"Heavenly Venerable!"

Yang Ying and the others were immediately thrilled.

However, although the cultivators' pupils contracted, they did not show any surprise. Instead, they sneered, "Zhou Sheng, do you think that the two Earth Immortals didn't anticipate your secret arrival here?"

"What are these little fish and shrimp? We've been waiting for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Buddhist chant rang out, as resounding as a great bell, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

It was none other than the Prajna Monk.

"Amitabha Buddha, Zhou Tianzun, you have lost."

“I know I am no match for you, but I can hold you off for a while. Now that there are no Earth Immortals guarding Luoyang City, even a great formation cannot stop Fellow Daoist Tongtian.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Ying's expression changed drastically, and she finally realized the other party's scheme.

The granary was just bait. The other side's real purpose was to get Brother Zhou to leave Luoyang, then have the Prajna Monk hold him back, while the other Tongtian Daoist went straight into Luoyang, broke the formation, and captured and killed the leaders of the Longhua Sect!
A diversionary tactic!

Even if Brother Zhou wins against the Prajna Monk, Luoyang has already fallen, and the Longhua Sect has been slaughtered. This great battle will be a complete defeat.

"Brother Zhou, don't worry about me, you must go back and support Luoyang!"

She shouted loudly immediately.

However, the Overlord riding on the black horse revealed a hint of amusement, turned to look at her, and spoke with a teasing tone.

"Xiao Feng, you silly girl, don't call the wrong person."

The voice was loud and powerful, yet it carried a sense of vicissitude; it was clearly not Zhou Sheng's voice.

The monk Prajna's pupils narrowed as he stared intently at that peerless face, his clasped hands trembling slightly for the first time.

The overlord on horseback turned around and smiled faintly.

"Who says that only that brat can sing the song of Xiang Yu, the King of Chu?"

“I’m not dead yet, so it’s not his turn to lead the charge in this Yin Opera lineage.”

After saying that, he raised the Panlong Halberd, his eyes revealing an invincible domineering aura, and a huge Dharma image of a mountain-moving, cauldron-lifting being appeared behind him.

"I am Yu Zhensheng, and I humbly request the Venerable Monk Prajna to enlighten me!"

...(End of this chapter)