Origin Paradise!

"These are Tian Ge spies, kill them all!"

The Xuanjin expert hurriedly observed his surroundings, pondering how to break through the encirclement, when he saw the palace guards beside him suddenly collapse and scatter in panic, only to be ambushed and killed by enemy cavalry.

Palace guards are usually selected from among the imperial relatives. Martial arts skills are secondary; loyalty is the most important factor. However, with the death of the Junior Supervisor, a martial artist from Xuanjin Manor is naturally not worth risking one's life to protect.

"How foolish! My life is over!" the Xuanjin expert cried out in anguish.

Thirty riders were wiped out in the blink of an eye. Gui Man led his men to surround the enemy. At this moment, the Pei Clan's most elite Han Hai Camp dispatched twenty men, all of whom were elite experts of the second realm and equipped with extremely rare Grade A Yang Steel Armor.

"General Gui, this man can be handed over to us. My second master wants his head to be used to explain to the patriarch," said Pei, the head of the Pei clan.

"Thank you for your trouble, brothers." Gui Man clasped his hands in response, looking at the Class A armor with envy. One suit cost three thousand taels of silver, and with the twenty Han Hai warriors in front of him, the total cost was a full sixty thousand taels.

As far as he knew, although they could not field a large army, the Pei family still had eight hundred elite troops in the Hanhai Camp to protect their direct descendants. The accumulated wealth of this powerful family over generations was enough to rival the imperial power in the local area.

Twenty Hanhai warriors dismounted and formed a battle formation to surround and kill them.

Four shield bearers stood in front, blocking off the surroundings, their footsteps shifting methodically as they systematically squeezed the enemy's living space.

Unable to contain himself, the Xuanjin expert immediately leaped up, but the next moment four heavy arrows came flying at him.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The Secret Technique of Sharp Metal endowed the longsword with exceptional sharpness and sturdiness, parrying three arrows, but the last one suddenly accelerated in mid-air, revealing that the archer who fired the arrow was also skilled in martial arts.

A dark green arrow pierced through his shoulder, and the Xuanjin expert felt a slight dizziness. After landing, he hurriedly drew his sword to slash at the approaching shield bearer, but the blade failed to penetrate the Grade A Yang Steel, leaving only a half-finger-deep crack with sparks flying everywhere.

Grade A Yang Steel is something that even a sub-hero would have to exert considerable effort to destroy, as it is filled with the masculine fire essence bestowed by the core of the sun.

With no way to fight, the Xuanjin experts rushed towards the river, but unfortunately, the military strategists were completely focused at the moment. A dense aura of military energy swept over them, and the Hanhai warriors easily caught up and pinned them to the ground.

"Nanliang, the heavens are falling!" the Xuanjin expert cried out in despair. Corruption had spread both inside and out, and there were still people in the local area who dared to rob and kill the angel. He was facing death and had lost all hope for Nanliang.

Pei's chief commander stepped forward and cut off the head, but suddenly, everyone froze on the spot.

—The vast Xia Bian River stopped flowing right before everyone's eyes.

"Oh no, Dongyang City is in danger!" Gui Man's expression changed drastically as he looked up at the river. As a native of Dongyang, he knew all too well the materials used when the city wall was built.

……

call!

The river, which had been accumulating for some time, surged forth.

The turbid river water, like a wild beast, carried rotten wood and broken stones and crashed wildly against the base of the city wall. In the muffled and continuous roar, mud seeped in through the gaps between the bricks and stones, softening the rammed foundation. The blue bricks on the surface of the city wall fell off in a rustling sound under the tearing of the undercurrent, gradually revealing the rammed earth layer inside that had been soaked into thin mud.

boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded, and the arrow tower in the middle of Dongyang City Wall tilted abruptly. Floodwaters took the opportunity to pour into the breach, as if thousands of steel knives were carving into the remnants of the city wall. With the continuous sounds of collapse, a huge V-shaped gap was revealed in the middle of the once majestic city wall.

On the city wall, the locals in the Yongwang Guard were deathly pale.

Outside the city, the army roared wildly, their shouts filling the sky.

General Hou finally showed a hint of joy on his face and ordered, "Chili Army, Chongshan and Chongyue Guards, advance immediately!"

Deng Deng Deng!

The Chongshanwei and Chongyuewei, two heavily armored infantry units of 5600 men each, began to advance. On the battlefield, more than 88,000 soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty all turned their attention to that huge gap.

This is the dawn of victory.

The cloud towers moved forward, the iron cavalry moved forward, and the army formation moved forward.

The Northern Wei army surged forward like a mountain range, even approaching the city wall from the General's Platform.

At the gaping hole, a figure in red robes walked out of the city, and nine black swords, forged during the night, were plunged into the ground one by one.

General Hou laughed heartily and said, "Prince Yong, what good is dying here? Why not surrender to the Great Wei? I will guarantee you a position as a pillar of the state, and His Majesty will not hesitate to reward you handsomely!"

There was no reply; Jiang He's expression remained unchanged.

"What a pity." General Hou's joy turned to anger, and he shouted, "Kill!"

The army marched in unison, their battle cries echoing like a mountain range and a tsunami.

Boom boom boom!

Countless flints rose into the air and then fell to the ground. The decisive battle was imminent. The Northern Wei catapults launched flints at any cost, and two of them were destroyed simply due to wear and tear.

A great fire broke out in Dongyang City, and the people fled in panic. The city wall was exposed with such a gap that it was almost as if the city had fallen.

As the army attacked, Jiang He reached out and picked up a black knife.

Cuckoo!

In sight, two chariots with wheels covered in strange animal hides charged rapidly across the mud. Twenty-four men, each with a clear division of labor, thrust forward with long spears, accompanied by poisoned hooks.

Whoosh!

Jiang He unleashed a sweeping slash, the black arc of light rippling outwards in front of him like waves.

The two chariots exploded with a deafening roar, and the blade energy engulfed the soldiers like a storm. The splattered debris flew out with the force of cannonballs.

Because the chariots were destroyed too quickly, the spearmen formation that followed had not yet taken shape. Jiang He spun around and slashed horizontally. A blade of light flashed out, and sixteen streams of blood shot into the sky. The Grade B Yang Steel Armor was as brittle as paper. The spearmen's severed necks remained in their charging postures, and they finally collapsed to their knees.

Whoosh whoosh!

Heavy arrows, specifically designed to target martial arts masters, rained down like rain.

In an instant, an energy armor appeared on Jiang He's body, with defensive capabilities far exceeding those of a Grade A Yang Steel Armor.

Like a demonic shadow born from darkness, the Overlord's Armor is predominantly a cold, dark black color. Each armor plate is angular and sharp, with the shoulder armor towering high and the sharp protrusions resembling the horns of a demon. The breastplate has strong and sharp lines, and the intersecting patterns are like flowing flames.

Dangdang Dangdang!

One by one, the expensive heavy arrows shattered.

The Chongshan Guards surged towards the breach like a raging tide. Just as the front-line melee spearmen thrust out their spears, Jiang He's figure flashed, moving among them like a ghost.

Swish swish!

Where the black blade passed, blood splattered. Before the spearhead even touched them, the arms of these fierce soldiers holding spears were cleanly severed. The severed arms fell to the ground with a thud, like broken branches, and bright red blood splattered, instantly filling the gaps between the bricks and stones on both sides.

The moment Jiang He returned to her original position.

The powerful force was detonated by the essence of Yun Jianfeng's technique, causing three hundred elite infantrymen to explode and turn into dust.

Deng Deng Deng!

The shield bearers, holding heavy round shields, formed a tortoise-shell formation and advanced suddenly. Jiang He raised his black blade high, and countless strands of heavenly lightning-like energy fell down, like meteors crashing into the shield formation.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Ten Thousand Prisons.

The blade's energy poured out like a flood, shattering the heavy shield into pieces. In an instant, screams echoed from the breach, and severed limbs flew everywhere, while blood mixed with the soil, turning into a sticky slurry.

The six hundred heavily armored shield soldiers were thus wiped out.

"Jianghu Camp, advance!" General Hou ordered angrily.

In the vast and endless army, two thousand Jianghu soldiers, reorganized from Jianghu figures of the Northern Wei, launched an attack. Most of them were elites of the second realm, but there were also a considerable number of peak third realm soldiers.

The four outstanding individuals—the purple-robed elder, the alluring woman, the gaunt middle-aged man, and the sinister young man—launched the attack. The Jianghu camp lacked fixed equipment or formations, and various secret techniques and moves rained down upon them.

But in someone's eyes, these martial arts masters were no different from ordinary soldiers.

boom!

Jiang He charged forward with incredible speed, giving his enemies no chance to react. The tip of his blade pierced the heart of the purple-robed elder with pinpoint accuracy. Using the force of the backward pull, he flung the corpse to the side. The violent force of the Four Dragons and Four Elephants, along with the mangled body, blasted away more than a dozen experts, leaving behind a trail of mangled flesh.

The gaunt middle-aged man gripped the wheel-shaped axe tightly with both hands and brought it down with a strong gust of wind. Jiang He slid to the side, and the black blade grazed the axe handle and cut into the man's heart. A fountain of dark red blood shot into the sky with the action of drawing the sword. He used the momentum to sweep the back of the blade, shattering the fox-like woman who had quietly approached him, along with half of her cheek.

Brain matter mixed with broken bones splattered on the ground and the shattered armor, congealing into an eerie amber color in the sunlight.

"Kill the king and grant him a title!" someone shouted angrily.

"Kill the king and grant him a title!" More and more people shouted angrily.

In the Northern Wei Dynasty, noble titles were highly prestigious, and marquises could own their own tribes. This was because the current Northern Wei royal family came from the grasslands, and noble titles were always hereditary.

Nearly two thousand experts surrounded and attacked, with a dazzling array of swords, spears, halberds, and other unusual weapons.

Jiang He calmly swung his blade, and the congealed blood dripped down the blade, blooming into eerie blood flowers on the ground.

boom!

He took the initiative and stepped forward, displaying the refined skill he had honed through tens of millions of kills to date.

The blade pierced through the gaps in the armor, severing throats. Blade energy splattered, precisely severing the tendons of more than a dozen people, their heads flying off one after another. With each swing of the blade, more than a dozen lives were lost. Every movement was as precise as a machine.

Under the city wall.

The blade flashed like a silver snake dancing wildly.

The severed limbs and broken arms, like withered leaves swept away by a hurricane, traced arcs in the air with blood rain. The still-warm internal organs were repeatedly smeared onto the rammed earth of the city wall. The crisp sound of neck bones being cut was mixed with screams, one after another. Each swing brought up a spray of blood mist like ink, which eventually almost covered the entire breach.

It's only a quarter of an hour.

The Jianghu camp suffered more than half its casualties and collapsed.

Chongshan Guards stepped forward and held out for three quarters of an hour. After cutting down two thousand three hundred armored soldiers, the rest fled in disarray.

On the summit of Chongyuewei, they held out for another quarter of an hour, but two thousand men were killed. The centurion turned around, killed the chiliarch in charge of the battle, and led his men to flee.

Even after the two elite forces were defeated, an endless stream of soldiers continued to pour in. Northern Wei was in its early stages and had no shortage of elite troops and generals. Since Emperor Xiaowen of Wei promoted the integration of various ethnic groups, the population had exploded and the culture had flourished.

The battle raged for two hours.

Eight black knives, covered in blunt marks, were stuck in the ground.

At the breach in the city wall, dark red blood flowed gently through the cracks in the bricks, staining the ground blackish-brown. Corpses piled up into steep mountains of blood, and broken spines protruded outwards like twisted, withered trees.

Jiang He sat atop the pile of corpses, a thorny bush coiling around the ninth black blade. Not far below, the Northern Wei infantry commander, now only half a body, was still whimpering unconsciously.

He casually chopped off his head.

"I'm a little exhausted."

An unprecedented fatigue swept over my entire body.

Jiang He couldn't help but think to himself, his energy was depleted, his strength was exhausted, and the enemy's military sorcerers' magical energy was gathering around him, restricting his speed and recovery ability to the maximum extent.

Because of his legendary status as the core of the sun, even he could not escape this debuff. He had to admit that without the Time Ring, he might really have died here today. Of course, without the Time Ring, it would definitely be a different strategy.

A full quarter of an hour.

The siege of Dongyang City continued, but the fierce offensive, which had been like a tidal wave, inexplicably stopped when faced with the breach in the city wall that was theoretically the easiest to break through.

The Northern Wei soldiers stood not far away and refused to advance.

On the city wall, Pei Yuye was already dumbfounded. He finally understood the source of the other side's confidence in allowing the flood to crash into the city.

On the general's platform, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly oppressive. All the commanders bowed their heads and remained silent, while General Hou's eyes were cold and fierce.

"Seven thousand six hundred armored soldiers were killed." Sword Master couldn't help but sigh, "Most of them were elites like Chongshan Chongyue, as well as martial arts masters from the Great Wei. I was no match for him at his peak."

"But now we can win without any honor."

General Hou said coldly, "Wait a little longer. We must strike with a single blow to kill. Send your personal guards forward!"

The only true invincible being in the world is a terrestrial immortal.

Achieving great things and mastering the Divine Transformation will bring about a qualitative change in one's strength.

Prince Yong was clearly very close to that level.

Deng Deng Deng!

Eight hundred guards, each a second-realm elite, clad in top-grade Yang steel armor, set out. The guards bypassed the hesitant army and once again broke through the breach in the city wall.

The sword flashed again, but this time it was much dimmer, and anyone could see that Prince Yong was at his last gasp.

"Chili Army headquarters, attack the north city wall!" General Hou shouted. His keen sense as a skilled commander told him that the outcome of the war was decided by a single blow.

Half an hour passed.

On the north wall of Dongyang, the two Yongwang Guards' thousand-household squads had only four hundred men left. All their defensive equipment had been exhausted, and several gaps had appeared in the heavy city gate. Sheng Gui, the Dongyang Guard commander in charge of the battle, was hit by four arrows and had a broken grappling hook in his shoulder.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"Quickly, have the prince mobilize the troops!"

Sheng Gui's mouth was bleeding, and his face looked like a demon. He knew that the other three walls would not be easy either, but the Prince's Palace should still have a reserve force of a thousand households hidden in the arrow tower behind the wall.

A local man rushed to the city walls and saw the red-robed figure still slashing at the breach. However, the composure with which he had beheaded countless enemies at the start of the battle was gone, replaced by a visibly sluggish demeanor.

"Your Highness, the city walls can't hold!" the man shouted. "Commander Sheng requests reinforcements from the reserves."