My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Think about it!"

"If your most beloved younger brother were burned alive to ashes right before your eyes."

What earth-shattering grief and despair will erupt within you?

"Under the stimulation of extreme anger and sorrow!"

Li Chen pointed at the crown prince's chest and said loudly.

"Your potential will be fully unleashed! The Golden Core within you will operate at breakneck speed! You might even break through to the late Golden Core stage, or even the Nascent Soul stage, in the next second!"

"By sacrificing my second brother's small contribution, we can achieve a surge in your cultivation level and a crazy boost in the morale of our 100,000-strong Tang army!"

Li Chen raised an eyebrow and revealed a seductive smile.

"Brother, tell me yourself, didn't we make a killing on this deal?"

Hearing this earth-shattering theory of "relatives and friends offering sacrifices to heaven".

Crown Prince Li Chengqian was completely stunned.

He looked at Li Chen, whose face was full of seriousness, and then looked up at Li Tai, who was crying his heart out above him.

For a long time.

Li Chengqian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and chuckled.

"Sixteenth brother... I thank you!"

"But I feel... my potential can still be further extracted, and I don't need such a cruel method to unleash it for now!"

"Quickly put Qingque down, his pants really look wet!"

Li Jing and Cheng Yaojin, who were standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, although Prince Wei is indeed deserving of a beating, he is still the dukes' nephew, we can't burn him!"

"Give me some face and put it down for now!"

At this time.

Opposite them were the Tianlang Valley camp and 300,000 Turkic cavalry.

A deathly silence descended.

The hook-nosed elder stood on the crimson giant blade, his previously arrogant smile completely frozen.

He stared wide-eyed at the bustling scene of "roasting the prince" on the Tang Dynasty's flagship.

I was completely dumbfounded.

The disciples of Tianlang Valley behind him rubbed their eyes in bewilderment.

"Elder... Elder..."

One of the disciples swallowed hard and asked timidly.

"What kind of military strategy is the Tang Dynasty employing?"

"Why did they tie their prince to the flagpole and pile up so much firewood? Is this some kind of ancient, evil sacrificial ritual?"

"Or...did they start fighting amongst themselves first?"

The elder with the hooked nose twitched violently at the corner of his mouth.

He has been in the cultivation world for hundreds of years, what kind of cruel demonic arts hasn't he seen?

But he swore.

I've never seen anything like it in my life: on the battlefield, instead of fighting the enemy, they tie up their own prince and prepare to roast him!

"Let's wait and see!"

The hook-nosed elder's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth.

"This must be a conspiracy by the Tang Dynasty! It's some extremely insidious ruse! We must not fall for it!"

Under the relentless pestering and pleading of the Tang generals.

Li Chen looked at Li Tai, whose face was filled with despair.

He finally let out a long sigh.

His face showed deep regret and pity.

"Alright."

Li Chen shook his head. "Since you don't need this unparalleled opportunity, then forget it."

That's all.

With a wave of his hand, Li Chen severed the Immortal Binding Rope.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Li Tai, weighing over 200 pounds, fell freely from a height of 100 feet.

With a loud bang, it slammed heavily onto the deck, creating a deep, human-shaped crater.

Li Tai scrambled out of the pit.

He was crying and sniffling, clutching his buttocks tightly with both hands, staring at Li Chen as if he were a ghost.

They stumbled and staggered their way to the back of Duke Li Jing of Wei, where they huddled together, trembling with fear.

I swore in my heart that I would never spend my life with that crazy sixteenth brother again!

The farce on the Tang Dynasty side finally came to an end.

The hook-nosed elder in the distant sky finally managed to regain his footing.

He snorted coldly and took a step forward.

"You little brats of the Tang Dynasty!"

The hook-nosed elder shouted sternly.

"Stop playing tricks!"

"Now that you've arrived at the border, do you dare to challenge my Heavenly Wolf Valley to a one-on-one duel on the battlefield?!"

"If you don't dare, then you'd better get back to your Chang'an City as soon as possible!"

With a command from the hook-nosed elder.

In the Sirius Valley camp.

A slender young cultivator, dressed in a black, tight-fitting robe, slowly walked out.

The young man had a withered face, and his eyes gleamed with a cold, sinister light like a venomous snake.

His cultivation level had reached the peak of the early Golden Core stage!

What is most frightening is...

He was surrounded by an extremely strange aura, and his figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, clearly indicating that he was an assassin-type cultivator skilled in assassination and speed!

The assassin monk flew with a cold smile to the open space between the two armies.

He pulled out a jet-black array plate from his pocket and poured his true essence into it.

"Buzz—!"

The array plate burst forth with a blinding black light.

In an instant.

A thick plume of black smoke, like a burst dam, swept wildly in all directions!

In just a few breaths.

The black smoke completely enveloped the space within a radius of several hundred feet!

Inside the formation.

It was pitch black, and even divine sense detection was completely cut off and blocked!

The assassin monk's figure merged into the black smoke, leaving only his monstrous laughter, like that of a vengeful ghost, drifting in and out of the thick smoke.

"Enter my Netherworld Smoke Formation!"

"Divine consciousness severed, five senses shut down!"

"Within this formation, I am the master! My speed is divine!"

Amidst the thick smoke, the assassin's voice was filled with boundless arrogance and triumph.

"You scum of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Who dares to enter the fray and fight me to the death?!"

Faced with this extremely strange closed formation.

The generals of the Tang Dynasty all had their brows furrowed.

With one's consciousness sealed and all five senses impaired, facing an extremely fast assassin is undoubtedly the most dangerous situation.

however.

Li Chen on the deck.

When I hear the words "assassin" and "speed".

A cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

He lazily unfastened the long sword from his waist.

"A one-on-one fight, huh?"

Li Chen twisted his neck, and his joints cracked and popped.

"I've got a ton of pent-up anger that I just had nowhere to vent."

Amidst gasps of surprise from everyone.

Li Chen leaped into the air.

Like a shooting star, it charged straight into the pitch-black, smoke-filled array without hesitation!

Thick black smoke billowed out, instantly engulfing his figure completely.

Outside the formation.

The world was deathly silent.

Both sides, with hundreds of thousands of troops, held their breath.

Awaiting the outcome of this life-or-death struggle amidst the thick smoke and fog...

Who will survive and escape this desperate situation?