xymnovel Chapter 601 The Arrival of the Taoist Clan
Chapter 601 The Arrival of the Taoist Clan
Then, Mo Peng suddenly roared, and the black and blue qi wings on his back suddenly accelerated their flapping, bringing up a gust of wind. He seemed to transform into a black lightning bolt, instantly creating distance between himself and Zhao Boyuan.
Seeing this, Zhao Boyuan was not to be outdone. He unleashed a torrent of purple energy in an attempt to intercept him, but Mo Peng twisted his body strangely and easily evaded his pursuit.
"Zhao Boyuan, consider today's battle a warm-up. We'll settle this once we meet again!"
Mo Peng snorted coldly, and his black and blue qi wings flapped suddenly, propelling him like an arrow released from a bow. With this powerful thrust, he quickly distanced himself from Zhao Boyuan.
"Hmph, that enemy general, don't be so arrogant. Next time we meet, I'll take your head!"
Seeing this, Zhao Boyuan was not to be outdone and responded loudly.
After saying this, he swung his sword at the air, and the purple energy transformed into a dazzling blade of light, seemingly in response to Mo Peng.
"Retreat! Preserve our strength for another battle!"
Although the conversation between the two was short, it was full of tension. Mo Peng used his high speed to quickly cross the battlefield and arrived at the front of Yunpeng Cavalry, where he shouted orders.
Upon hearing this, the Yunpeng cavalry responded immediately, quickly adjusted their formation, and used their speed advantage to break through the gap in the encirclement that the Junzhou Iron Cavalry had not yet fully closed in.
In an instant, the sounds of hooves, clashing armor, and the distinctive whistling of the Yunpeng cavalry mingled together, forming an unstoppable torrent that surged toward the distance.
Seeing this, Hu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, but did not order a pursuit.
We have just arrived in the western part of Junzhou and are not yet familiar with the specific situation here.
Who knows if there are other troops waiting behind Mo Peng and Yun Peng?
Let's not end up like throwing good money after bad.
Moreover, their current battle in the west is mainly defensive, so it's best to be cautious about pursuing or engaging in open field combat.
"Retreat! Take stock of the spoils!"
Under Hu Xiaofeng's command, the Junzhou Iron Cavalry retreated in an orderly manner, began to count the casualties and repair equipment, and the entire temporary camp was busy but orderly.
Meanwhile, Mo Peng's Yunpeng cavalry also stopped far from the battlefield to rest and regroup, while sending intelligence to Li Jing, who was stationed in the central army.
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While Li Jing's forces were launching a massive offensive towards Junzhou, Su Ye, located in Hengzhou, was also reaping a large harvest.
At this moment, the earth trembled slightly within Hengzhou, and dust rose in the distance. A magnificent and imposing army was traversing the vast plains at an almost unbelievable speed, heading straight for Tianheng Prefecture, the capital of Hengzhou.
The three thousand fire dragon soldiers were clad in crimson armor, each suit of armor engraved with intricate flame totems, seemingly capable of devouring all surrounding light and scorching the air.
These soldiers held long spears, the tips of which seemed to leap with incessant flames. With each step they took, the ground beneath their feet seemed to be set ablaze, leaving behind a trail of burning footprints.
As the three thousand fire dragon soldiers marched, they resembled a flowing fire dragon. Wherever they passed, grass and trees were burned, and the heavens and earth changed color. Their momentum was unstoppable, and their might shook the nine heavens.
The leading figure, Our Lady of Fire, wore a fiery red battle robe embroidered with intricate flame patterns that fluttered in the wind like raging flames, making her tall figure appear even more majestic.
At the forefront of this army, several Taoist priests walked slowly, their elegant figures appearing and disappearing in the firelight, exuding an aura of transcendence.
Among them, the most eye-catching is undoubtedly the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
This top expert of the Jie Sect had revealed that his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Celestial Realm, and his majestic demeanor made even heaven and earth tremble.
She wore a long golden robe embroidered with intricate Taoist patterns, each pattern seemingly containing endless mysteries and power.
The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit had a dignified and serene face. In her hand she held a jade ruyi scepter with dragon and tiger motifs. With a gentle wave, the shapes of dragons and tigers seemed to appear, surrounding her and protecting her from any harm.
Beside the Golden Spirit Mother were the Three Immortal Maidens of the Jie Sect—Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao.
Yunxiao's figure was graceful, dressed in a plain white dress that fluttered in the wind, like a fairy in the clouds. Her temperament was gentle yet had a strong and unyielding spirit, and her brows revealed an extraordinary wisdom.
Qiongxiao was dressed in emerald green, like the most vibrant green leaves in spring. Her smile held a hint of cunning, and her eyes were lively. Beside her, Bixiao wore purple, with a cold and elegant demeanor.
Besides the leading female Daoists, the rest included Han Zhi Xian, Cai Yun Xian, and Shi Ji Niang Niang, all female immortals of the Jie Sect who were brought along in a package. Each of them was exceptionally beautiful and had their own unique charm.
Han Zhixian, dressed in pure white, was like a secluded orchid in a valley, pure and refined, with a hint of indifference and detachment in her eyes; Caiyunxian, dressed in colorful robes, seemed to be accompanied by colorful clouds with every step she took; while Shiji, dressed in black, had a cold and aloof temperament, adding an indescribable sense of majesty to the entire group.
As the army approached Tianheng Prefecture, they saw a blood mist rising in front of them, and Zhao Gao, one of the leaders of the Luo Wang organization, dressed in a blood-red robe, was waiting in front of them with the six sword slaves of the Luo Wang organization.
The crimson robe fluttered in the wind, as if every gust of wind carried the smell of blood.
The six sword slaves stood on either side of him, each holding a long sword, their figures like ghosts, their aura sinister.
"Gentlemen, our lord has been waiting for you for some time. Please!"
Zhao Gao's voice was low, but faced with such a scene, Jinling Shengmu and the others did not show any surprise. Instead, they were even more composed.
"Commander Zhao Gao, now that we have arrived, we will certainly not disappoint you. Please lead the way."
The Holy Mother Jinling gently waved the Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi in her hand and smiled calmly.
The three sisters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, exchanged a smile, while Hanzhixian, Caiyunxian, and Shiji Niangniang also remained calm.
As the words of the Golden Spirit Mother fell, the momentum of the entire army of three thousand fire dragon soldiers behind her rose again, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.
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Meanwhile, in Tianheng Prefecture, the capital of Hengzhou, a solemn atmosphere prevailed, yet also carried a sense of tension and anticipation.
Inside the mansion, the carved beams and painted rafters were magnificent and resplendent, yet they could not conceal the air of an important guest about to arrive.
Su Ye, the lord of this place and also the master of Luo Wang, stood in front of the mansion gate, wearing a magnificent black robe embroidered with intricate cloud and dragon patterns.
Beside Su Ye stood an elderly man dressed entirely in red robes. He was tall with white hair and beard, but he was vigorous and exuded a carefree and unrestrained air, as if he had transcended worldly affairs.
This old man is one of the foundations of the Divine Martial Hall under Su Ye's command. He is also the ancestor of the Three Immortal Maidens—Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, and is known as the "Red Cloud Ancestor," the Supreme Elder of the Farming Family.
Although he was old, his cultivation was unfathomable, and red clouds surrounded him with every move he made.