Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 224: Yu Zhenzi’s Great Battle with Feng Lin

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Yu Zhenzi’s Great Battle with Feng Lin

"Shameless bragging!"

Zhang Guifang did not reply, but Feng Lin, who was beside him, reined his horse suddenly.

The black steed neighed like tearing silk, its iron hooves, the size of a bowl, kicking up dust.

He drew the wolf fang club from the saddle with a backhand, dark red blood scabs from days ago still congealed on the mystic iron point. The club head pointed straight at Yu Zhenzi as he cursed, "Traitor and rebel, how dare you resist the heavenly soldiers!"

The sound waves wrapped in gravel crashed against the city walls, startling the banners of the Xiqi army, causing them to flutter chaotically.

His neck veins bulged, each word thunderous across the battlefield, "Jiang Shang! You’re nothing but a fence weaver and noodle seller, it was His Majesty who elevated you, yet you don’t think of repaying the favor and dare to stir up trouble here. Today, I will surely kill you!"

Most of the soldiers present were of noble lineage. Hearing Feng Lin reveal Jiang Ziya’s past, the Xiqi side taunted him covertly, while Zhang Guifang’s men laughed loudly without restraint.

Behind them, the army seemed to agree, suddenly stomping their halberds in unison, the sound of iron mixed with scorn resonating through the fields:

"Fence Weaver! Noodle Seller!"

The nickname accompanied the stench of battle, rising to the ramparts, startling the crows nesting in the gaps, causing them to fly chaotically, their droppings landing on the white tiger skin covering the Xiqi war drum.

Even Nezha on the clouds shook his head, popping another elixir for invigorating blood and healing wounds into his mouth, saying, "My uncle’s temper is bad, and he likes to curse, but this sort of insult won’t bother him at all."

Zi Chen said, "You seem to know him well."

Nezha smiled bitterly at this, "It’s hard not to know him. Just watch what’s next."

Jiang Ziya, being a figure of great repute, may seem ordinary on usual days, but leading troops today, he’s very different. He only smiled at his companions: "What Feng Lin said about me weaving fences and selling noodles is no insult. Yiyin was a common man in the wild, yet later aided Chengtang and became a key figure in Shang. The difference lies only in timing."

Not to mention Jiang Ziya, Yu Zhenzi in the front saw Feng Lin completely ignoring him, only cursing Jiang Shang, feeling his thunder stolen, he angrily drew his blade and spurred his horse forward.

The blade, plated in gold and silver, hummed, vibrated by the sudden wind from Feng Lin’s wolf fang club.

Reflected on the blade was his flushed face—like a rooster robbed of its mate.

The black steed didn’t even bother to turn its head.

Feng Lin swung the club sideways, the scabs shattering into a mist, cloaking the killing aura of twenty years at the border.

Yu Zhenzi hastily raised his blade to block, but heard a crisp "snap", the refined sword breaking right from the coral-embedded blade guard!

Half the blade whirled and plunged into the ground, startling his red horse, causing it to rear, nearly throwing its rider.

"Flowery pillow! I thought you had some skill!"

Feng Lin sneered, the wolf fang club continuing its momentum, grazing Yu Zhenzi’s shoulder guard with the golden chi pattern.

The iron dragon head shattered instantly, taking half of his brocade Taoist robe with it.

The tattered robe fell in fluttering pieces before the ranks of both armies.

Seeing this, Zhang Guifang’s troops laughed boisterously again.

Even Xiqi’s soldiers exchanged bewildered glances.

They opened the city gates to fight today because of this Qi Refiner Yu Zhenzi, but with just one face-off, Yu Zhenzi’s momentum was taken by the enemy Vanguard General.

This embarrassed Jiang Ziya, who knew Ji Fa and Bo Yikao were on the city wall behind him. If things continued like this, he would utterly lose face today.

But what else could he do?

With Nezha nowhere in sight, he could only pin his hopes on Yu Zhenzi.

"He’s at the Golden Core Realm and recommended himself. Even if his martial arts aren’t strong, he must have some other means."

Just as Jiang Ziya thought this, he heard Yu Zhenzi shout from afar, "Bold! As a Cultivator, what skill is there in using martial arts? Dare you show your true power with Taoist arts?"

Nezha on the clouds cursed him as an idiot but was curious about Yu Zhenzi’s abilities.

Yu Zhenzi drew the copper bell from his waist, covered in Jiuli Ancient Witch Sacrificial Patterns, though palm-sized, blood from his bitten tongue made it glow with eerie green flames, the ringing penetrating like thousands of needles into the ears.

Feng Lin’s warhorse reared uncontrollably, while Yu Zhenzi drew a new blade, charging forward. He swung his club defensively but was thrown off his horse by the frightened steed.

Just as he stood up, he felt his ears pierced by needles!

The magical sound invaded his mind, and Yu Zhenzi’s face turned into a giant white tiger!

Startled, blood splattered across his face!

Yu Zhenzi’s blade missed, chopping off Feng Lin’s mount’s head.

Blinded by blood, Feng Lin regained clarity for a moment and fled.

As a cultivator, he ran as swiftly as a horse. Yu Zhenzi pursued, sneering.

In seconds, the battle turned, and cheers echoed from Xiqi, releasing days of being besieged by the enemy.

On the wall, Ji Fa’s stern face softened slightly, smiling at Bo Yikao, "Brother, as I said, this Yu Zhenzi, recommended by Jiang Ziya, will surely defeat the enemy."

Bo Yikao smiled faintly, saying no more.

Jiang Ziya frowned slightly. Seeing Yu Zhenzi’s powerful copper bell clearly outmatched Feng Lin.

Yet the idiot chased after fleeing soldiers, not understanding the principle of not pursuing desperate foes.

Nezha’s words echoed true; many cultivators know only how to cultivate, not battle.

At the front, Zhang Guifang remained unmoved, lightly stroking the Golden Dragon Swallowing Blade at his waist.

The clang of the blade against the armor seemed to add a death toll to Yu Zhenzi’s shout. He ordered his men to bring a fine horse for General Feng Lin.

Even Zhang Guifang’s soldiers were puzzled. With Feng Lin about to be caught and killed by the Xiqi Taoist, how could their general remain so calm?

He seemed certain Feng Lin wouldn’t die, and would return to the ranks, preparing a horse for him.

Confused, they watched Feng Lin turn his head, spat out black smoke, revealing the bowl-sized treasure bead within, which struck Yu Zhenzi’s forehead, knocking him off his horse.

Yu Zhenzi’s skull shattered instantly, killing him.

The cheers from Xiqi abruptly halted, while Zhang Guifang’s morale soared, the victory cries like a tidal wave!

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Feng Lin!"

"Feng Lin!"

"Feng Lin!"

Feng Lin changed horses, steadied his mind, charged forward, trampling Yu Zhenzi’s head with the iron hooves, sneering internally:

Merely a realm, without combat prowess, you think the battlefield is your cultivation cave?

Wolf fang club aimed at Jiang Shang, he laughed, "Jiang Shang, you’ve no more men left. So, let us charge forward, witness true power in military formation, and certainly capture Xiqi City in one go!"

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