Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 811 - 627 Smoke Signals Everywhere + - 628 Joining Hands to Resist the Enemy_2

Chapter 811: Chapter 627 Smoke Signals Everywhere + Chapter 628 Joining Hands to Resist the Enemy_2

"Right, after capturing Yue Jifang, there’s no need to execute him immediately. Transport him to Pinghu County City at once, and proceed with caution."

"Rest assured. Even if both Yue brothers arrive together, how could they stand against the combined might of Senior Sister and me? Qingyang will not fall; there’s no need for you to worry, Nephew."

From afar, the sounds of battle cries were already echoing from the area in front of East Mountain County City.

Yu Changsheng paid no attention to the ongoing battle ahead. With a light chuckle, a shadow of a crane flashed around him. Rising into the air, he flapped his wings, soaring rapidly into the distance.

From this point, it was only a hundred li to Qingyang City. Within an hour, she would arrive.

In this world, the mode of warfare had changed long ago due to the extraordinary strength of individuals.

Victory and defeat were often not determined by the armies, but by the elite warriors leading them.

If the higher-tier combatants faltered, even the most numerous and disciplined of soldiers would be powerless.

Take the battle ahead, for instance. Five thousand of the Northern Garrison clashed fiercely with ten thousand troops from Dongshan City.

At the heart of the formation, two figures darted back and forth, their movements so rapid they seemed like blurs. Every collision was accompanied by a thunderous roar.

One wielded the Snake Spirit Spear with a technique as serpentine as a wandering dragon. Whistling spear shadows covered a radius of thirty feet, with golden serpent-like auras manifesting into a storm-like momentum.

The other unleashed ceaseless saber strikes, summoning layered green waves. From the midst of these waves emerged a blazing Flaming Sun, ensnaring and suppressing the myriad serpent shadows, immobilizing the rider with the spear in a fixed spot.

The situation had reached a stalemate.

"Is that Yue Chengzong?"

"The rising star of the Yue Family from the Northern Border..."

Zhou Ping’an slightly opened his heavenly eye at his brow and pierced through the dust and chaos. He saw the young general charging left and right within the turmoil, his spear unleashing countless golden lights.

As the battle raged on, this man grew fiercer. At a moment of exhilaration, he let out a sky-shaking roar, his strikes becoming threefold more ferocious. His single presence oppressed even the attacks of the five thousand-strong Northern Garrison under his command.

By the look of things, if both sides continued fighting like this, it would likely end in mutual destruction.

At least for now, a victor could not be decided in a short time.

"Martial Uncle, please stand back. This opponent is remarkable. Allow me to personally subdue him."

As he spoke, Zhou Ping’an spurred the White Tiger onto the field.

He had already learned through correspondence that Yue Chengtian had sieged Pinghu, even dispatching two smaller forces led by his sons in an attempt to take three cities at once—a display of insatiable ambition.

Was Yue Chengtian not concerned that his sons might fail, leading to death and defeat?

It was clear that Yue Chengtian did not even consider the Ping’an Army a serious threat.

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Chapter 628: Joining Forces Against the Enemy

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As Zhou Ping’an’s voice resounded across the battlefield,

the soldiers of the Ping’an Army all felt a surge of energy and strength coursing through them.

In an instant, the East Mountain forces, which had been struggling slightly, launched a fierce counterattack.

Even Gu Qingqiu felt his True Yuan become more vibrant, his Martial Intent more concentrated, with his attacks increasing substantially in power.

It was as though a heavy boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. Breaking through the Snake Spirit Spear technique became an effortless task.

He chuckled lightly in acknowledgment, his peripheral vision catching sight of a large white tiger. Upon the tiger sat a rider, and Gu Qingqiu’s heart instantly settled as he withdrew his blade and retreated.

Just as Gu Qingqiu sheathed his blade, his opponent Yue Jizong’s spear momentum surged dramatically. Mounted on his horse, he charged forward like a roaring gale. Thousands of golden serpents converged into a single, massive golden dragon that thrust straight ahead.

"Finally at your limit, old Taoist?"

Yue Jizong bellowed as he prepared for a triumphant advance. Just as the spear light pierced halfway, a white shadow flashed before his eyes—then came a hand.

The hand was not large, but as it entered his line of sight, it seemed to swallow all the light in the world. Even the golden dragon crumbled into dispersed evil Qi under its grasp.

But it did not stop there.

The hand followed through with a downward slap.

It grew larger and larger in Yue Jizong’s vision until it seemed to blot out the entire sky, leaving no trace of sunlight.

Thud...

Deep in his soul, Yue Jizong felt an overwhelming sense of danger. He roared in defiance, thrusting his spear upward to counter.

Countless golden lights shot skyward, only to be snuffed out by that hand. Pain flared in his forehead, his eyes rolled back, and he tumbled from his horse unconscious.

"Yue Jizong has been defeated. Those who surrender will be spared."

Zhou Ping’an reached out and grabbed a massive banner, casually tossing Yue Jizong’s limp body onto the top of the flagpole, his armor caught on the pole as the unconscious general hung above the battlefield.

Cheering erupted from the Ping’an Army war generals.

Moments later, the cry of "Yue Jizong has been defeated" echoed throughout the battlefield.

Morale surged and plummeted in an instant.

The five thousand Northern Garrison troops either fled or surrendered, while azure-armored soldiers flooded the battlefield like a roaring tide.

What followed was routine: subduing the remnants of the defeated army, seizing horses and supplies, and other post-battle tasks.

The Eastern Mountain Guardian General Teng Zifang came forward to pay his respects.

This man, part of the first group of elite soldiers recruited from Qingyang City, lacked the natural talent of individuals like Xiang Tieniu or Qin Hao but stood out as one of the best in the cohort.

He had already refined True Qi at this point.

Additionally, he had mastered the Mixed Element Eight Sabers technique passed down by Zhou Ping’an.

Earlier, during the charge, he had exhibited notable bravery, leading his troops in decisive maneuvers. He lived up to being a capable war general.

On the front lines, encountering True Martial Realm-level combatants on a regular basis might leave him struggling to make a name for himself. However, for the task of defending a county town, he was more than sufficient.

In the past six months, Zhou Ping’an’s rate of territorial expansion had been rapid, and the administrative and military structures under him urgently required additional personnel. Hence, anyone possessing leadership aptitude, martial prowess, and scholarly ability was often swiftly promoted if they joined his cause.

It seemed this scarcity of talent would only last for this phase of development.

Zhou Ping’an believed this was because his faction was not yet powerful enough and his name hadn’t fully resonated throughout the land.