A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

He lowered his head and said to Qiqi in his arms, "Qiqi, hold me tight."

Qiqi didn't say anything, but buried her face in his shoulder and hugged his neck tightly with both hands.

Ji Zuodao raised his head, looking at the densely packed Ming soldiers in golden armor around him, and at Zhu Cheng standing in the distance, holding the imperial seal.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that gleamed in the twilight.

"That's more like it."

"It would have been so much better if you had done this earlier. Why did you have to dawdle and waste my time?"

"Look, it's not just bloodline that can make these monsters obey, is it? The jade seal in your hand seems to have a higher priority."

Zhu Cheng did not deny it, but stood at a distance, holding the imperial seal, and looked at him calmly.

Ji Zuodao glanced at the Ming soldiers again, clicked his tongue, and said with a hint of disdain, "Seriously, do you really think this small number is enough for me to fight?"

His response was met with rows of halberds laid flat and thousands of cold gazes.

Those Ming soldiers were all skilled in cultivation, averaging around the Spirit Sea Realm.

It's not high, really not high.

It's quite common in nature for ants to kill an elephant.

A group of ants can devour an elephant, leaving not even a bone fragment.

However, this thing is rarely seen in the cultivation world.

Can you imagine a big shot like Zhang Yucheng being surrounded and kicked around the middle by a bunch of small-time crooks?

Can't you?

One slap from them could kill a whole bunch of people without them even having to catch their breath.

The difference in cultivation level cannot be bridged by quantity.

"boom--!!!"

The image of the Styx Ancestor rose from the ground!

Like a demon god crawling out of the depths of hell, it stood in the twilight, making the surrounding air hum and vibrate.

Two longswords appeared in his palm, their blades gleaming with a dark red sheen.

Fa Xiang brandished his sword and swept it across the densely packed Ming soldiers who were closing in!

One sword!

The sword energy was like a rainbow, carrying a sharp momentum that could cut through everything, sweeping towards the Ming army in front!

Ji Zuodao did not hold back with this sword strike.

A sword strike from a cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm level would be as easy as slicing melons and vegetables against a lowly soldier at the Spirit Sea Realm level; a single strike would fall a whole group, clean and swift, without any hesitation.

Then--

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The sword energy struck an invisible wall, exploding into a visible shockwave that made the surrounding air buzz.

But the Ming soldiers remained completely still.

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked up at the unharmed Ming soldiers.

"Um?"

Was he blocked?

His attack, a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator, was blocked by a group of Spirit Sea Realm soldiers?

Is this fucking reasonable?

At the same time, above the Ming army's formation, a giant spear formed from golden light appeared out of thin air!

The spear shimmered with golden light, its shaft covered in dense runes, exuding an ancient and majestic aura, like a spear that always hits its mark, hurled by an ancient war god.

It hovered in mid-air, locking onto Ji Zuodao's Styx Dharma Image, and then—

"call out--!!!"

The sound of air being torn apart was sharp and piercing as the giant spear fiercely thrust towards the chest of the Styx Dharma Image!

Ji Zuodao's pupils contracted slightly, and his Styx Dharma Image turned to the side, barely avoiding the sharp edge of that giant spear.

The spear grazed the edge of the statue and plunged into the palace behind it with a "boom," blasting the entire side hall into pieces, with bricks and tiles flying everywhere.

Ji Zuodao steadied himself, looked at the blasted ruins, and then at the Ming army that was regrouping and preparing to launch the next attack. His eyes narrowed slightly.

interesting.

A group of soldiers at the Spirit Sea Realm actually unleashed the attack power of the Dharma Aspect Realm?

The thought raced through his mind.

"Interesting. I remember this thing being called a military formation, right?"

Military formation.

He had heard of this thing.

Before the Ming Dynasty, generals could use certain secret methods to unite the strength of their soldiers and unleash a fighting force far exceeding the sum of their individual strengths.

A formidable military formation is truly a magic weapon for the weak to defeat the strong.

Unfortunately, after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the art of military formations was also lost.

There's nothing we can do; those guys from the previous dynasty, how would they know anything good?

After the Manchus entered the Central Plains, they systematically suppressed and destroyed the military strategies, battle formations, and martial arts of the Ming Dynasty.

They feared that if the people learned these things, they would rise up in rebellion.

Therefore, many good things have lost their way.

Military formations are one of them.

Ji Zuodao's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the Ming army, which was arrayed in neat formation and breathing in unison.

If his blood-winged black mosquitoes learned military formations...

Doesn't that mean we're about to rise to prominence?

The more he thought about it, the better he felt the idea was, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this secret realm was truly a treasure trove.

"It's decided, this secret realm belongs to the Ji family. We'll seize it and learn from it slowly."

Zhu Cheng stood at a distance, holding the imperial seal, looking at him calmly.

"Ji Zuodao, in this secret realm, the Ming army can at most unleash the combat power of the Divine Power Realm."

"Moreover, they are not afraid of death. Even if you scatter them, I can use the rules to reset them directly."

He took a step forward, looking directly into Ji Zuodao's eyes: "Besides, this secret realm is constantly moving in the void. Don't expect your old dog who went out early to bring any reinforcements."

"Ji Zuodao, with only the Dharma Aspect Realm, what other trump cards do you have left?"

"A half-finished supernatural power? This secret realm doesn't operate on spiritual power, so you can't become a vampire. Don't look at me like that; I don't even need to investigate. During the New Year, quite a few people saw the overwhelming sea of ​​blood in the Ailao Mountains."

He smiled, a smile that conveyed composure.

"The outcome is decided. Hand over Qiqi."

As dusk settled, a gentle evening breeze swept through the passageway, swirling up a few fallen leaves that drifted away in a twilight.

Thousands of Ming soldiers, arrayed in formation, with halberds like a forest and swords like frost, surrounded Ji Zuodao and Qi Qi in the center.

Zhu Cheng stood at a distance, holding the imperial seal, his face calm, victory assured.

Ji Zuodao stood in the center of the encirclement, holding Qiqi in his arms.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

That smile wasn't the bitter smile of someone cornered, nor was it the ferocious smile of someone preparing for a desperate fight.

Rather, it was a kind of mockery, a playful tone, and a sarcastic "You fucking think you've won?"

"Is the outcome already decided?"

Ji Zuodao repeated those four words, then shook his head, his tone carrying an undisguised sarcasm:

"No. You've already lost."

"You lost the moment you set your sights on Qiqi."

Zhu Cheng frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Ji Zuodao did not answer.

He simply looked down at the time on his phone.

It's almost time.

Dogmaster should be all ready by now, right?