Origin Paradise!

Ms. Hong was stiff all over, her face filled with disbelief.

Jiang He's expression changed slightly, and she stood up and put on a brocade red robe.

"Guards, bestow upon him a white silk ribbon."

Two female Dawn People carrying trays entered the bedroom. The western town has a complete ecosystem, and there are naturally female templates among the Dawn People. The two women are currently in charge of the backyard and can be considered Zhuang Ya's right and left hands.

"My lord, I was confused for a moment!" Hong cried out in anguish, but her arms were held tightly.

Jiang He walked out of the bedroom, and a crow landed on her shoulder.

"Boss, the Lord of Misty Rain Pavilion is leading his men to attack the main gate. The loyal soldiers of the old Anbei Army who are still loyal to the King of Anbei have been almost wiped out."

"An old acquaintance."

Jiang He heard a familiar name. The Lord of Misty Rain had once hunted him down, but because he had fled far away afterward, he hadn't had time to settle the score. Now, however, he had caught up with the second old grudge after the Yan family head.

Whoosh!

Jiang He took a step, and the ground cracked like a net.

The scenery on the left and right rushed past him at lightning speed. Even without activating Divine Hunting or Divine Slaughter, his speed still surpassed that of his contemporaries.

A violent and ferocious aura rose from the city lord's mansion. Within a radius of a thousand meters, all the warriors and armored soldiers felt a terrifying killing intent, which made them tremble with fear.

Wuhe flapped its wings, and before its eyes appeared countless gruesome skeletons and an endless sea of ​​blood. The illusory yet pungent smell of blood lingered. The boss had slaughtered too many living beings, which had caused some strange changes to occur.

boom!

The heavy iron door shattered, and fragments flew out, blowing the head off a young female warrior.

Jiang He arrived in front of the He family's orphan. With a single punch, the orphan was annihilated, body and soul destroyed. The unrestrained force of the punch caused the walls of the mansion in front to collapse. In the huge fan-shaped area, layers of ground were rolled up, and dozens of armored soldiers were shattered.

The young master of the Bian family was terrified and immediately turned to run away. He crushed the man's entire body with a single sword finger, leaving no trace of his remains.

hum!

Amidst the blood and gore scattered on the ground, the Master of Misty Rain showed no fear and unleashed the most powerful sword strike of his life.

The unsheathed sword never turns back; the chilling poison reflects the moonlight on its blade. The swiftness and cunning of this strike are enough to make even a grandmaster take notice.

Unfortunately, Wuhe shook his head. Even if there were hundreds of Silver Grandmasters, the boss could slaughter them at will.

No!

He broke the short sword with two fingers.

The energy emanating from Jiang He's fingertips was incredibly hot, and in a daze, it formed a lifelike crane wing.

The master of the Misty Rain Pavilion was beheaded, and his body and head burst into flames at the same time, his body and soul perished.

Jiang He stopped, his wide robe sleeves falling down to cover his arms covered in martial arts markings. He had mastered over 100,000 martial arts manuals and could use various martial arts techniques with ease. The only reason why his extraordinary spear skills had not yet undergone a qualitative change was that he was not satisfied with his current accumulation of knowledge.

"Let someone clean up the mess."

“Yes, sir,” Wuhe Gaga replied.

Jiang He turned and walked into the city lord's mansion. He would not only need to learn his own marksmanship, but also Lao Hei's physical skills, Zhuang Ya's swordsmanship, and Wu He's lightness skills. He would have to figure them all out one by one. Although animal companions were like buffs for hunters, they also needed to be able to protect themselves.

……

After a night of turmoil, dawn finally broke.

The 6,500 defenders stabilized the situation, and the corpses were collected and disposed of.

On the city wall, Jiang He looked down at the 120,000-strong army gathered outside. The army consisted of elite cavalry and warriors. The fate of the Great Qian Dynasty was nearing its end, but it still had some strength.

“Boss, there’s something I need you to decide,” Wuhe said.

Before committing suicide, Lady Hong pleaded desperately, hoping that the Marquis's mansion would forgive the Hong family for their heinous crime of rebellion.

"Proceed with the reckoning as before." Jiang He remained unmoved. There were countless reasons for the reckoning, but he was too lazy to explain to his own people.

"Alright." Wuhe flapped its wings and flew away.

Outside the city, on the plains, a dozen siege towers were gathered, more than thirty large catapults were lined up, nine infantry formations of ten thousand men each formed an imposing array, and thirty thousand cavalry surrounded them on both sides, with dust filling the sky.

The vigorous Duke of Yan looked up at the city wall and saw only a very handsome young man.

As a veteran of three reigns, the Duke of Yan was the only pillar of the court who could rival Grand Secretary Yan. He controlled the Imperial Guard for thirty years, and his contributions were indispensable to the current emperor's ability to secure his position despite the regent's covetousness.

"Hey, the Regent wants to make both me and the Marquis of Pingluan suffer heavy losses."

"The former number one in the world, and with all the recent rumors, I guess he has become a grandmaster."

"Form ranks and attack the city. Have all the Qi cultivators of the Dao Palace prepare."

"The front line of the battle is entrusted to Prince Qiang."

"It seems that the cowardly and despicable families of Yizhou are beyond help. Today, we will use the blood of a Grandmaster to restore the majesty of our Great Qian."

The Duke of Yan raised his spear high, and the shouts of his soldiers and generals crashed against the walls of Wangshu like a surging tide.

At the forefront of the battle formation stood a dashing young man wielding a gun. Talented individuals emerge in every generation. This nobleman, a member of the imperial family, had once ascended Jianchi Mountain to discuss swordsmanship with other heroes. His mastery of the Five Capital Spear technique had recently reached its peak, making him one of the top masters in the world and completely replacing Lei Junzi.

"Start the war!"

The Duke of Yan roared and gave the order, his command flag waving wildly.

But in an instant, the person on the city wall stepped down and fell to the ground.

Jiang He braced himself on his knees with both hands, his bones cracking and popping.

boom

The ground caved in, sending up rings of sand, dust, and white ripples. Sound waves rose and swept around, like the overlapping thunderous sounds of a silent ancient temple in the deep mountains.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

"Sacred hunter."

Jiang He took a step, his original Zhenbu technique completely transformed, no longer the same as before. His figure vanished, pure silver energy surged forth, transforming into a wildly elongating silver streak.

Boom!

In an instant, silver light pierced through the battlefield.

The three massive battle formations blocking the way were all pierced through. The unyielding, overlord-level body was unstoppable, leaving a half-meter-deep chasm in the ground. Severed limbs flew up, and blood fell like rain.

In one battle, thousands perished while the enemy was being breached.

The Duke of Yan stood there, completely bewildered.

"The sky is tilting!"

Chapter 347 Acquisition of Winged Green

The morning light was dim.

Outside Wangshu City, the earth shook and mountains trembled.

The thunderous roar echoed endlessly, and the overflowing silver energy had not yet dissipated when someone had already returned to the city gate.

Another streak of silver light, stretching for tens of miles, sliced ​​through the battlefield. Blood gushed from the broken and shattered corpses, flowing into the deep ravine in the blink of an eye.

In the back and forth, tens of thousands of people died in battle.

The Duke of Yan forced himself to suppress his confusion and waved the battle flag vigorously. In fact, he had lost his judgment. Faced with such a terrifying disparity, his command ability and prestige in the army had plummeted.

"Put it all on!"

"Battle flag forward! Where is the flag-guarding battalion?!"

"To repay your kindness, I will die for you today!"

Boom!

Silver light shone once again on the battlefield.

Jiang He took a step forward, and a fierce wind rushed towards him like a knife. The army formation in front of him quickly drew closer in his eyes. He crashed straight into the front row of several heavily armored shield soldiers. The powerful physique of the Overlord Body shattered the shields and armor, and the fierce soldiers' flesh and blood exploded, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Boom boom boom!

Along a straight line stretching for over ten miles, blood flowed like rivers, nearly a thousand people vanished from the earth, and shattered armor plates, like cannonballs, tore everything around them apart with their violent impact.

Jiang He continued his march, and several siege towers built on the city wall collapsed, causing hundreds of brave warriors to fall and suffer heavy casualties.

Silver light crisscrossed the battlefield, cutting through the imperial army several times and completely defeating it. The once fearless generals fled for their lives, and the elite soldiers discarded their armor and weapons, fleeing in groups of three or five.

At the forefront of the collapsing battle formation, the young prince of the royal family had eyes wide with rage. It was clear that his ambition to achieve glory on the battlefield had vanished. The slaughter of tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the blink of an eye was a force far beyond his comprehension.

"Youyou Cang Tian, ​​how can you treat me less favorably?"

The young prince spurred his horse forward in anger, gripping his spear tightly, and charged fiercely at the silver light.

The Liver and Gallbladder Five Capital Spear is a secret technique passed down by grandmasters. The more agitated one's emotions are, the greater the power of this secret spear technique becomes. The spear's momentum is fierce and unparalleled, but it often injures one's liver and gallbladder, thus the lifespan of those who inherit it is short.

boom!

A dazzling silver light flashed, and the ground cracked.

The Overlord's physique shattered the spear inch by inch, and rushed past with unparalleled speed. The young prince died and vanished, leaving only blood splattering, no different from the other soldiers.

Jiang He focused on the slaughter, his arm held horizontally like a blade. The heavy armor and weapons blocking his way turned into fragments. Clusters of flesh and blood exploded like fireworks, and blood flowed like a river. Apart from the young prince, very few enemy soldiers dared to launch a charge.

Long!

Jiang He abruptly stopped at the end of the battle formation. The sudden drop in force transmitted to the ground, and the fan-shaped area a hundred meters in front of him immediately cracked, causing more than a dozen large catapults to overturn and collapse.

"Run!"

"My lord, we are willing to serve you."

"Kill the Duke of Yan!"

Seeing that escape was impossible, countless soldiers simply chose to surrender on the spot. A few generals led their personal guards and had wicked thoughts. Faced with monsters far surpassing Grandmasters, they had no idea how to escape, let alone fight to the death.

On the city wall, Wuhe gently preened his feathers, his ears filled with the dense and chaotic cries and screams of the battlefield.

"They perished in one battle."

The mob sent three thousand cavalry out of the city to clean up the mess. The leader's slaughter of the imperial army was utterly unrestrained. If it had been a few hundred silver-level soldiers, the war would probably have been completely over by now. After all, these beings were well aware of the power of the great powers. But the Bronze Age guys had a hard time understanding the gap between the two sides.

From above, several long, winding "sword-like" lines remain forever on the earth, with broken corpses everywhere and blood mixed with dust flowing, turning the deep ravines into blood channels.

Jiang He stopped killing, flames erupted from his body, burning away the blood and mud that clung to him. He summoned a vicious cavalryman and ordered, "Forty or fifty thousand defeated soldiers, we won't incorporate them this time. Let them spread the word, lest they all become deaf and blind."

"A week later, I will lead three thousand cavalry straight to the capital. In the cities along the way, if any general, civil official, noble family, or clan member refuses to surrender upon seeing the banner of the Marquis's army, all of them will be exterminated. Anyone who takes up arms and climbs onto the city wall will be beheaded."

"This trip to the capital is to purge the court of corrupt officials and restore order to the emperor. The Marquis's residence is to draft a memorial to the throne: How can a mere Prince of Andong be in charge of the government?"

"Understood." The evil soldier accepted the order.

After Jiang He finished speaking, he pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and forged a spear with intertwined thorns. The blood poison of the Undying level spread across it, making its color dark red and eerie.

"Keep it to play with."

"Thank you, Lord Xie, hehe."

Tens of thousands of routed soldiers fled in panic. The white-haired Duke of Yan stopped on horseback. The old man reflected on most of his life and came to an astonishing conclusion: the martial arts skills of the Marquis of Pingluan may have surpassed those of the world's grandmasters, reaching an unprecedented level.

"The Marquis is truly the pinnacle of martial arts."

As the Marquis of Pingluan approached step by step, the Duke of Yan lowered his stance. Just when he thought the other party was going to treat him with courtesy, he suddenly heard a cold shout.

"Take it!"

"Here."

Several vicious knights dragged the white-haired old man off his warhorse and captured him, leaving the old man with an incredulous expression.

"How dare you humiliate me, my lord!"

"The head was removed and sent to the capital."

Jiang He casually gave the order. He had no shortage of famous ministers and generals to assist him. The officials in the Daqian court only had two choices: surrender or wait to die. Now, the only thing that could make him give in was time.

"Traitorous scoundrel!" the Duke of Yan roared, "Your mother's servant!"

Click!

The vicious soldier swung his sword and severed the head.

……

June 5th, the first year of the Jianyan era.