Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 505 - 439: Winged Fire Serpent + - 440: Times Create Heroes

Chapter 505: Chapter 439: Winged Fire Serpent + Chapter 440: Times Create Heroes

Zhou Ping’an led Yu Changlie and Wu Junsong to follow the army into battle.

It was the same problem that had arisen when horses were first allocated.

His army’s leaders all faced a severe shortage of horses, after all, since the assets they had seized from the Red Lotus Rebel Army were predominantly made up of long-suffering commoners, resulting in a scarcity of elite cavalry.

Therefore, in order to train his great generals, Zhou Ping’an evenly distributed warhorses to each division.

As a result, aside from his trusted aide of two thousand cavalry, the rest of the leaders were each given a thousand warhorses.

Yu Changlie and Wu Junsong were no exceptions.

This time, in need of leading an attack, Zhou Ping’an’s personal guard did not accompany him, so he took Yu and Wu’s cavalry for a swift battle.

Furthermore, he ordered Xiao Chengfeng to defend the city, while Green Lady led three hundred Azure Scale Cavalry and five thousand infantrymen to follow up and accept surrendered soldiers and horses.

This was the entire arrangement for the battle.

At a glance, it seemed quite frivolous.

But as Zhou Ping’an issued his order, none of the great generals present felt it to be frivolous.

Instead, they felt it incredibly light, as if they weren’t setting out for battle but merely riding out of the city to enjoy the springtime.

Generals like Zhang Jili and Fang Zhenwei, former Red Lotus Generals, were even more eager, howling to follow and wreak havoc.

"Open the city gate."

With that command.

The West City Gate creaked open, and two thousand cavalry streamed out.

...

Deputy General of Yunjin, Sun Yang, boosted morale and commanded the servant army to cut down trees and dig earth. He didn’t idle either, riding a yellow horse with a long mane, howling back and forth at the city gate, brandishing broad-back mountain-opening axes, and loudly challenging.

"Zhou Ping’an, come on, fight a battle with your grandpa. If you’re too scared, quickly open the city gate, kneel, and surrender, and perhaps I’ll spare you dogs your lives."

The man was tall and robust, with wide shoulders and a hefty waist, leopard eyes, and a broad mustache. The heavy iron axes in his hands, each as big as a door panel, slashed through the air, creating buzzing windbreaks that were strikingly intimidating.

Especially with the man’s coarse voice, booming like a lion or bear, which was extremely fierce.

It made the soldiers on the city walls tremble in fear.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill..."

Below, each time Sun Yang shouted,

Five thousand elite soldiers echoed with battle cries,

Bolstering his bravado.

"A provocation tactic, huh? Xiao Chengfeng really has patience." Zhou Ping’an was at the forefront, with Yu Changlie and Wu Junsong following on each side, their pace measured.

The Tiger Talisman activated, imbuing a mysterious and subtle force onto the two thousand cavalry behind him, their spirits connected as one, minds linked, even their horses’ steps gradually synchronized.

If someone looked closely, they would notice that all two thousand cavalry horses lifted their left front hooves, then their right front hooves, followed by the right hind hooves stepping forward first, and the right front hooves reaching the ground...

The same movements, the cavalry like a rhythmically undulating serpent, smoothly slid out of the city gate.

All tension, fear, impatience, and cowardice vanished.

Hearts ablaze with fervor, fighting spirits like surging tides, they thundered towards the enemy’s formation.

It created an illusion.

This wasn’t a cavalry charge; it was as if there was only one rider.

Zhou Ping’an actually understood Xiao Chengfeng’s choice, because, aside from this boasting Deputy General at the front lines.

Another leader, with three thousand cavalry, watched the city gate motionless like a hawk or a snake

As if ready to pounce at any moment.

Sun Yang’s antics were nothing special.

It was those three thousand Imperial Army soldiers, led by a formidable general, that posed the real threat.

The biting dog doesn’t bark.

But once it bites, it pierces deep.

Of course, all the enemy’s strategies and tactics were meaningless to Zhou Ping’an.

He reached with one hand to his horse’s back, drew the Tri-Edged Double-Sided Sword from the Victory Hook, twirled it in an arc above his head, and casually pointed diagonally, "Kill..."

With a long battle cry,

He spurred his white horse to Accelerate, his body enveloped in Powerful Flame, blending man and steed into a burst of Jade Flame, with Sword Light like lightning, already slashing before Sun Yang, who was in battle-ready posture.

In the space of a single breath, he covered fifty steps.

He scattered the barrage of arrows flying at him to dust, Zhou Ping’an’s figure merged with his steed, Essence and energy soaring skyward.

He held the Tri-Edged Double-Sided Sword horizontally and slashed diagonally, drawing a trail of long azure stars, with majestic sword momentum reminiscent of a breach in the Tianhe, a million pounds of force focused on the blade’s edge, its noise piercing through the wind like a scream.

Sun Yang’s round black face still bore a trace of his usual wild arrogance and disdain, about to utter some taunt.

Only to feel as though the sky before him had been cleft by that slash.

As if he had fallen into an abyss.

Successive waves of pressure bore down on him.

For a moment, he felt his hands go numb, his heart race, his breath catch, and he didn’t even have the strength to lift the broad-back mountain-opening axes in his hands.

His eyes bulged, blooding as he bellowed in rage, his body shimmering with faint starlight, thick Evil Qi erupting as the axes crossed guardedly by his chest.

This time, he summoned every ounce of strength he had, even that of his suckling days.

His twenty-seven years of Black Tortoise Gold Ox Star Fiend cultivation had never been so gathered and active.

He even believed,

If he survived this battle, his Cultivation would make a significant leap forward once again, becoming a top General of Yunzhou.

Capable of contending with heroes from across the world.

Unfortunately,

There were no ifs.

Sun Yang’s raised axes did nothing to intercept.

The oncoming azure sword light, immense and boundless, yet like a ripple of illusion, fluidly transitioned between hard and soft, gliding over the edge of the axe blade, bypassing the shaft, following the hilt, severing the arm, slicing the neck, and howling past.

"It was like a beam of light."