Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

High above, countless figures drew ever closer.

Chen Mo looked up at the more than one hundred figures speeding through the air and smiled faintly.

He had been waiting for this group of people for a long time.

Grandmasters led the way, followed by great grandmasters, their robes fluttering in the wind.

The scattered people who had been fleeing down the mountain instinctively stopped in their tracks and stood in the mud, looking up at the scene.

They viewed these celestial beings as if they were gods in the mortal world.

Most of the people who had just been fleeing for their lives in a panic stopped and stood still.

Suspended in mid-air are the patriarchs and supreme elders of various sects, whom ordinary disciples may never see in their entire lives.

Purple-robed old Taoist, green-clad scholar, white-haired master—each figure hovered in the air, their eyes looking down with extreme arrogance upon the entire Shennong Mountain.

To everyone down the mountain, this was the legendary divine intervention.

For thousands of years, whenever a master rises into the air, people on the ground can only bow down in awe.

Today, over a hundred top experts have all taken to the skies, a sight rarely seen in centuries.

Flying through the air is a trump card exclusively for grandmaster-level experts.

Once detached from the ground, all weapons and clubs in the mortal world become mere decorations.

You can't hit me, but I can swoop down and crush you at any time.

For hundreds of years, flying masters have bullied ground martial artists without the slightest surprise.

This is their greatest source of confidence in forcibly attacking the mountain.

In their view, no matter how powerful those strange iron lumps of the Shennong Sect were, even if they could flatten a sea of ​​people on the ground, they could never reach the heavens.

Even if they are no match for them, their agility allows them to escape at any time, making them able to advance or retreat freely.

The masters at the forefront gazed at the artillery positions on the cliff edge, chatting and laughing in hushed tones, their carefree laughter drifting gently down with the mountain breeze.

Unbeknownst to them, all the cannons on the mountaintop had been slowly raised and were steadily aimed at the vast sky.

"All artillery positions, listen to my command!"

Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie and calmly issued the instructions.

"All 57mm rapid-fire cannons raise their muzzles and fire at high altitudes."

The barrels of thirteen 57mm rapid-fire cannons spun and rose in unison, their dark, cold muzzles locking onto every figure in the sky.

The lingering smell of engine oil mixed with faint gunpowder smoke from the cannon was carried across the entire mountain by the mountain wind.

The loading apprentice squatted behind the gun position, his palms sweating with nervousness, and the magazines on his fingertips were slightly slippery from being soaked with moisture.

Qingzhu lay in front of the gun position adjuster, manually turning the wheel, the muzzle precisely following the figure in the sky, muttering softly to himself.

"Slow down, stay calm, don't rush."

The group of grandmasters and great masters high above caught a glimpse of the raised cannon muzzle and felt a little apprehensive, but soon their apprehension turned to sneer and disdain.

Everyone unleashed their protective aura to the fullest extent, white light flowing around them, believing themselves impervious to swords and blades, and immune to water and fire.

Those who perished a few days ago were simply incompetent and useless on the ground.

They are grandmasters and great grandmasters standing at the very top of the Tianxuan martial arts world; there is nothing in this world that can harm them.

The first few masters even accelerated their descent, heading straight for the cliff mouth position, their momentum fierce.

The leader, a white-bearded grandmaster, hovered in mid-air, his deep voice carrying with it a powerful aura as he crashed down, echoing throughout the entire mountain wilderness.

"Listen up, members of the Shennong sect! Hand over two sacred scriptures, and we'll spare your corpses!"

The mountaintop remained silent, with no one responding except for the faint creaking sound of the cannon being slowly adjusted.

A moment later, Chen Mo gripped the walkie-talkie and uttered two cold words.

"fire."

Without hesitation, Qingzhu immediately pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the 57mm rapid-fire cannon burst into flames instantly, and a burst of four shells shot straight into the sky, exploding into clouds of smoke and fire high in the air.

The first wave of artillery fire precisely grazed the side of a grandmaster and exploded.

The man's protective aura tightened instantly, steadily blocking the scattered shrapnel and smoke, but it couldn't withstand the immense force of the explosion.

The tough protective aura shattered instantly, and the person plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the muddy ground below with a dull thud.

The countless figures suspended in mid-air instantly descended into chaos.

"Scatter! Everyone scatter immediately!"

Someone screamed in panic.

With nowhere to hide in mid-air, everyone was preoccupied with their own survival and their formation was completely thrown into chaos.

In the midst of the chaos, the second and third bursts of artillery fire were launched into the air in succession.

Thirteen rapid-fire cannons unleashed their firepower in turn, and the smoke and fire exploding high in the sky became denser and more numerous.

The protective aura of an ordinary grandmaster is inherently weak; it shatters easily upon impact, and once shattered, the master falls directly into the air and perishes.

Grandmasters possess profound and solid internal energy, capable of withstanding one or two waves of bombardment, but they cannot withstand continuous saturation fire.

Even the strongest physical body and internal energy cannot withstand the repeated bombardment of standard artillery.

One after another, figures fell from the sky, some crashing onto hillsides, some into muddy fields, and some crashing directly into the fleeing crowd, knocking down large numbers of panicked and routed soldiers.

A grandmaster, defiant and defiant, charged forward despite the gunfire.

He pushed his inner energy to its limit, and as the first burst of fire exploded, his body only swayed slightly.

The second shuttle landed, and it still managed to barely maintain its balance.

With bloodshot eyes, he desperately lunged forward, but the moment the third burst of fire struck him, his thick protective aura shattered completely.

He fell at an angle and crashed heavily onto the hillside, creating a shallow crater.

A perfectly intact longsword was stuck in the pit, still sharp, but the person was unrecognizable and completely dead.

Chen Mo's custom-designed 57mm cannon is specifically designed to hunt down Grandmasters with the thickest aura in the high altitude.

With a burst of fire and a moment's pause, their eyes precisely lock onto the strongest target; with each wave of fire, a top expert vanishes from the sky.

Shangguan Hong's voice was calm and steady over the walkie-talkie.

"Three Grandmasters are approaching you from the eastern airspace."

"I saw it."

Chen Mo instantly turned the cannon around, and three bursts of fire shot into the sky in quick succession, clearing the eastern sky of everything without a trace.

The Iron Sword Sect Master, who was stationed at the rear, watched his fellow disciples fall one after another, and his heart turned completely cold.

Just as he was about to leap up and escape, a shell suddenly exploded beside him.

He barely managed to withstand the first wave of attacks using his internal energy.

But the second shell that followed tore through his last protective barrier.

In the instant his protective aura shattered, he clearly saw the dark muzzle of the cannon at the edge of the cliff, aimed directly at him.

He tried to scream and beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

As the chief of the command, he ultimately died before everyone else.

His body fell from the sky and landed directly at the front of the Iron Sword Sect disciples' formation.

The moment the disciples recognized the corpse, the entire scene erupted in chaos, and morale completely collapsed.

"Retreat! Everyone, evacuate immediately!"

The white-haired old man roared hoarsely, his heart filled with nothing but extreme fear.

The remaining experts who had miraculously survived were utterly terrified and turned tail, fleeing frantically into the distance.

Some people tried desperately to rise higher, attempting to escape the range of the artillery fire, but these 57mm rapid-fire cannons were specifically designed for anti-aircraft use, and their muzzles could be raised indefinitely. The higher they flew, the more accurate their aim became.

Flying through the air was their capital to crush the weak from above, but now it has become their most fatal weakness.

High in the sky, with no obstruction, more than a hundred figures hanging in the sky were the most conspicuous live targets.

Of the 112 Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters who attacked from the sky in this battle, fewer than nine managed to escape back in a sorry state, and all of them were seriously injured and had their protective energy completely shattered.

The white-haired old man's protective aura shattered three times, and his chest caved in. He barely managed to escape back to the high slope behind him only thanks to the desperate efforts of two surviving grandmasters.

The moment he landed, he silently turned to look at the summit of Shennong Mountain, his eyes filled with deathly stillness, without uttering a word.

The two masters supporting him were already suffering from turbulent blood and internal injuries, and they couldn't help but vomit blood as soon as they landed.

The leaders of the various sects on the high slope gathered around, looking at the few disheveled soldiers who had returned. No one dared to ask about the battle, but they already knew the outcome in their hearts.

On the battlefield, the hillsides and fields were littered with the corpses of fallen masters, most of them incomplete and difficult to piece together.

In front of the gun emplacement on the mountaintop, empty magazines were piled up like mountains, and scalding hot shell casings were densely covered on the ground, almost burying everyone's feet.

The disciples of Shennong Sect went down the mountain in batches to clean up the battlefield, and the confiscated swords and weapons piled up like mountains.

Throughout the entire battle, the Shennong Sect suffered zero casualties.

No one was killed, no one was injured, and no one was even frightened. The disciples who went down the mountain to clean up were all excited and their faces were flushed.

The 155mm heavy artillery pieces down the mountain gradually ceased fire, their scorching barrels emitting intense heat and wisps of white smoke rising slowly.

One hundred thousand disciples looked up as their own cannons blasted away the experts of the heavens, and cheers rose one wave after another, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, completely drowning out the remaining echoes of the cannon fire.

Wang Fucheng watched the figures disappear into the sky, and his clenched fists slowly relaxed.

The remaining disciples of the sect at the foot of the mountain watched the entire crushing battle from the bottom of their heads.

The sect's patriarchs, who were high above and comparable to gods, were blasted down from the sky one by one and slaughtered.

Some collapsed to the ground, some knelt and wept in mourning for their teachers, and some threw away their swords and fled completely, with no will to fight left.

Just a few days ago, the martial arts figures who were clamoring for supremacy and vying for the true scriptures in the tavern were now all silent.

The gambling platform is gone, the bounty is gone, and the powerful patron is gone too.

That night, half of the hundreds of thousands of troops in the joint camp at the foot of the mountain spontaneously withdrew without any command; everyone just wanted to escape.

From that night onward, no one in the entire martial arts world dared to utter the words "attack the mountain" again.

On a secluded hilltop a dozen miles away, a group of people lay quietly in the grass.

These were the imperial court's scouts, who arrived ahead of time to investigate the enemy's situation while the main force of the million-strong army was still on its way.

For three whole days, they watched the scorched earth and huge craters below the mountain, and witnessed the entire battle where artillery fire slaughtered the enemy. They remained silent throughout, trembling with fear.

The more I look, the colder my heart feels.

A young scout, unable to contain his fear, asked in a low voice.

"My lord...do we still dare to fight this battle?"

The lead scout didn't even turn his head, his tone heavy and cold.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

The young scout immediately shut his mouth.

The mountain wind blew from the top of Shennong Mountain, carrying a strong smell of burnt blood.

When the artillery fire completely ceased, the leader slowly rose to his feet, his face ashen.

He gave his instructions in a hoarse voice, each word spoken in a deep, deliberate tone.

"Report all battle details truthfully, without omitting a single word!"