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Chapter 957 Breaking Through!

"Si Ruokong is dead!"

A roar erupted, like a thunderclap.

At this moment, Li Cunxiao, on the other side, after killing Si Ruokong in three moves, immediately locked his gaze on the old man with golden armor and white hair and beard at the very front of the city wall—Si Cangqiong.

Si Cangqiong, who was already filled with grief and indignation, had no expression on his face at this moment. He had heard of Li Cunxiao's reputation and knew that his martial prowess was extraordinary.

He took a deep breath, gripped the gold-inlaid sword tightly in his hand, lightly touched the ground with the tip of the sword, and was surrounded by sword energy, ready to face this life-or-death battle.

"Traitorous officials, cease your arrogance!"

Si Cangqiong roared, his sword flashing like a rainbow, aimed straight at Li Cunxiao.

The two clashed instantly, their spears and swords intertwining, their qi surging everywhere, and sand and stones flew across the city wall, creating chaos.

However, Li Cunxiao's martial prowess had reached its peak at this moment, and every move he made contained the power to create the world. Although Si Cangqiong, who was at the limit of the half-step Celestial Realm, was also one of the few people standing at the very top of the Tianwu Continent, he unexpectedly encountered the most powerful martial force in the Tianwu Continent!

Si Cangqiong was gradually suppressed and could only rely on his profound internal strength and rich combat experience to struggle on.

"Old man, today is your last day!"

Li Cunxiao let out a long roar and suddenly swung out the Yuwang Spear, the tip of the spear bringing up a tornado, heading straight for Si Cangqiong's face.

With no way to avoid it, Si Cangqiong could only take the blow head-on. The sword and the spear collided, producing a deafening metallic clang. Si Cangqiong swayed and was almost shaken off the city wall.

As Si Cangqiong was suppressed by Li Cunxiao and roared repeatedly, the two guards of Qianlong, who had lost Si Ruokong and Si Cangqiong respectively, were thrown into chaos on the city walls of Qiandu.

They were already terrified by the Yellow Turban Warriors' fierce offensive, and now seeing their two commanders in dire straits, their morale plummeted.

The frequency of defending the city has decreased significantly, the rain of arrows has become sparse, and the number of rolling logs and thunderstones has also decreased considerably, making the defensive strength on the city walls weaker and weaker.

Some soldiers even began to panic and flee, and obvious cracks appeared in the defensive lines on the city walls.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban army and Yellow Turban warriors who were fiercely attacking below the walls of Qiandu City were greatly encouraged by the sight.

Seeing this, Meng Zhang, who was in command at the rear, smiled and waved his command flag, which changed the actions of the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The Yellow Heaven Dharma Image, which was fiercely attacking the city wall, suddenly dissipated, turning into streams of spiritual energy and returning to the formation.

The Yellow Turban warriors quickly adjusted their tactics and split into two groups.

A group continued their fierce assault on the city walls via ladders, wielding giant axes and clad in heavy armor. They surged towards the city like a tidal wave, each swing of their axes carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The defenders were terrified and retreated in droves.

Another group of Yellow Turban warriors carried enormous battering rams. These battering rams were jointly made by the Mohists and Gongshu School of the Hundred Schools of Thought. What made them special was that they were not only huge in size, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, but also exquisitely constructed, with complex mechanical devices inside.

The hammerhead was cast from refined iron and engraved with runes to enhance its destructive power against the city walls. The handle was several feet long and made of tough wood. The middle part was equipped with a pulley system, which allowed dozens of Yellow Turban warriors to work together to shake the siege hammer high and then smash it down.

The special function of this battering ram lies in its enormous impact and destructive power. Once it hits the city wall, even the incredibly thick Qiandu city gate would be unable to withstand it.

"drink!"

Dozens of Yellow Turban warriors shouted in unison, shaking the battering ram with all their might. The ram head rose high, then drew an arc in the air before crashing down on the city gate.

"boom"

With a loud bang, the massive iron gate beneath Qiandu City began to tremble violently, dust billowed up, and tiny cracks rapidly spread.

The Yellow Turban warriors repeatedly swung their battering rams, each strike making the city gate teeter on the brink of collapse.

Meanwhile, the defenders on the city wall were in complete chaos and had no time to worry about the safety of the city gate. Only a small number of Qianlong Guards who were still holding their ground could only watch helplessly as the battering ram repeatedly smashed into the city gate, their hearts filled with despair.

Meanwhile, on the walls of Qiandu, the battle intensified as more and more Yellow Turban soldiers scaled the walls through the breach opened by Li Cunxiao.

Xiong Kuohai charged fiercely on the city wall, wielding a bronze staff. Chaos followed wherever he went, and his unusually loud laughter was deafening, shaking the hearts of the defending soldiers.

"Old Joe, you guys keep fighting on the city walls, I, Old Bear, will go down below!"

With a loud shout, Xiong Kuohai led a portion of the Yellow Turban Army down the city wall and charged toward the city gate. They advanced with unstoppable momentum, and the defending troops, who had long lost their will to fight, were unable to mount any effective resistance.

This made Xiong Kuohai even more excited. Once the gates of Qiandu were opened, the Yellow Turban Army could march straight in and capture Qiandu in no time.

The Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, led by Xiong Kuohai, were equally brave and surged toward the city gate like a tide.

Although the defenders of the city fought desperately, they could only gradually collapse under the fierce offensive of the Yellow Turban army, watching helplessly as the Yellow Turban army approached the city gate step by step.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Turban warriors below the city wall were also attacking the city gate with all their might. The battering rams pounded down again and again, and the cracks on the city gate became more and more numerous and larger.

Behind the city wall, Xiong Kuohai, his face flushed with a purplish-red complexion and exuding an untamed heroic spirit, his flowing beard dancing lightly in the wind, led a troop of Yellow Turban soldiers at the forefront, like an unstoppable torrent, charging straight toward the city gate.

Behind the city gate, the defending troops had piled up various giant stones, logs, sandbags, iron chevaux-de-frise and other obstacles to resist the Yellow Turban army's offensive, layer upon layer, like an indestructible wall. But in the face of Xiong Kuohai and the Yellow Turban army behind him, all of this was in vain.

"Haha, these things think they can block my way, Old Bear?"

Xiong Kuohai laughed loudly, then waved his hand, and the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him immediately sprang into action, quickly dispersing. Some worked together to move the boulders, some used ropes to drag the rolling logs, and others carried sandbags on their shoulders.

In an instant, chaos erupted behind the city gate, with dust flying everywhere and shouts of battle deafening.

Xiong Kuohai himself took to the field, his large, iron-like hands easily grabbing a corner of a boulder. With a deafening roar, he single-handedly lifted the boulder and then hurled it away like a cannonball.

"General Xiong is incredibly strong!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers cheered, their morale soaring even higher.

With everyone's joint efforts, the obstructions behind the city gate were quickly cleared away.

Finally, Xiong Kuohai and the others saw the five horizontal bars made of fine iron above the city gate.

These five horizontal bars, each incredibly thick, resembled five iron dragons, firmly locking the city gate.