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Chapter 572: The Common Folk
Chapter 572: The Common Folk
As the Heaven's Mandate General charged towards Hu Ma, the other Hu family members stood silently, their eyes burning with intensity, fixated on the scene.
Someone stood up, their gaze fierce, staring unwaveringly.
Even Hu Xi, the Hu family's elder sister, closed her eyes, her face revealing a mix of reluctance and concern for the future...
It didn't have to be this way...
If you had appeared earlier and negotiated properly, what couldn't be discussed? Why did it have to come to this?
But now, at this point, it was too late to say anything.
Considering the low fortune of Mingzhou, no matter who it was, how could they possibly surpass the Heaven's Mandate General in bravery? And if someone tried to use their Daoist skills against the General, he wore the Former Emperor's skin and was protected by two hundred years of the Yi Dynasty's fortune. No matter how powerful their abilities, they would not affect him but would backfire on the caster.
The outcome was already sealed!
Recalling the situation, she realized that this cousin of hers had a big ego and even bigger courage, but in reality, each of his steps seemed well-calculated, yet they continually pushed him closer to a dead end.
Could it be that the person from the Meng family, observing from afar, had their destiny intertwined with his, sealing his fate and leading him to this self-destructive path?
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...
"Clang!"
Amidst the silence and the kneeling of spirits, the Heaven's Mandate General had already reached the Four Great Hall Officials, just one step away from Hu Ma behind them.
The Four Great Hall Officials in front of him were pressured by his aura, ready to strike, but Hu Ma, standing behind them, smiled faintly, his invisible pressure holding them back as if he had reached out and pressed down on their shoulders, signaling them not to act rashly.
Facing the charging General, whose fortune seemed to crush everyone, Hu Ma remained seated on the iron coffin, not moving an inch, as if he didn't consider the General a threat.
Even the two Golden Armor Warriors beside him and the Ghost Soldiers standing on either side of the coffin stood straight without a hint of movement.
At that moment, the Heaven's Mandate General raised his horse lance, and as he looked up, he met Hu Ma's gaze, feeling a sudden, inexplicable jolt in his heart, filled with disbelief.
In his eyes, Hu Ma's figure was mysterious and blurred, high above, and though he couldn't see Hu Ma clearly, he could sense the mocking gaze directed at him.
...Mockery!
But this shouldn't be, not even Heaven's Mandate General Zhong Benyi expected those who considered themselves superior to dare look at him like this.
He knew he was born with the Heavenly Mandate, naturally brave, and immune to malevolent spirits. He also knew that by wearing that garment, he could borrow the Mandate's power for a brief moment, becoming the greatest noble in the world.
This was the foundation of his dealings with the city's people and his final means of revenge.
He wanted to see the expressions of those who claimed to be nobles when they saw him up close, expecting them to reveal their ridiculous faces...
...But why wasn't he shaken?
...How dare he remain so high and mighty?
His heart filled with rage, and he gritted his teeth, "Enough!"
He channeled all his strength into his arms, slamming them forward with force, creating a powerful aura and attracting everyone's attention.
"Boom!"
To everyone's surprise, as the lance fell, it was suddenly blocked by a large saber, its force so heavy that the lance bounced into the air.
"What?"
The sudden change startled everyone, and they stared in disbelief.
It was Yang Gong, the Grain Protection General, clad in iron armor, seated on a horse, wearing a cape, and holding a precious saber.
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...
Even before the Heaven's Mandate General broke through the battle formation and charged towards Hu Ma, Yang Gong had already galloped over.
Many around him were terrified, including his soldiers and the military advisor, Iron Mouth, who all tried to stop him, shouting, "Are you mad? That Heaven's Mandate General is truly formidable. Don't get too close to him..."
But Yang Gong ignored their pleas, gritting his teeth and keeping his true thoughts to himself.
Instead, he feigned anger, cursing, "That bastard is vicious and cruel. Am I not vicious and cruel enough? How dare he flaunt his power in my army and kill my brothers?"
"No one stop me. If I don't show my might, will they think I'm just a paper tiger?"
"..."
Without hesitation, he spurred his horse forward, charging faster and faster, leaving his companions unable to keep up.
As a disciple of Red Lantern Lady seated under the Mansion God, he knew how to borrow magical power, and in his haste, his aura soared.
More importantly, with Red Lantern Lady's ascension to Mansion God, her magical power had surged, no longer the pitiful and insignificant Altar God she once was. Her disciples, those who had entered her service, also experienced a significant boost, crossing a major threshold.
Now, he had actually already crossed a realm, becoming a standard Palace Guard with an attached spirit.
Not only did he arrive in time to take up the horse lance, but he also fought with increasing ferocity, each strike of his saber forcing the Heaven's Mandate General to react with difficulty, only managing to block with his weapon.
In terms of true ability, even with Yang Gong's sudden increase in strength, he was still no match for him. However, Yang Gong was a Grain Protection General, and his momentum was unmatched. Moreover, he was uninjured, while the other was at the end of his severe injuries, bearing the heavy burden of fate on his back.
As a result, their clash surprised everyone present. The Heaven's Mandate General was forced to retreat several steps.
Most crucially, the Heaven's Mandate General was enveloped by a mysterious and vast aura, an aura that did not belong to him but had bound him, capable of suppressing all spirits and malevolent beings in the world.
Living beings dared not draw their weapons against him, and the dead, upon seeing him, would only kneel before him and kowtow. There shouldn't have been anyone who could stop him, but Yang Gong had done just that.
"How is this possible?"
Words could not describe the shock and astonishment of all those who witnessed this scene, both inside and outside the battlefield.
This battlefield was filled with countless capable individuals, and the more skilled they were, the more surprised they became: "That Grain Protection General, his origins must be extraordinary... How could he possibly stop that person?"
"..."
"..."
However, amidst the astonishment of countless onlookers, only Hu Ma remained calm, observing the scene without any hint of surprise: "It's precisely because this Grain Protection General has no notable background that he can stop him..."
He even found it amusing, fascinating to the extreme. His cold gaze turned towards the sky above Bright Province City: "You prepared so thoroughly, yet you didn't consider this, did you?"
"In this world, whoever comes to kill the Emperor's fate will have no legitimacy or reason, and they will indeed fulfill your wishes."
"But only Yang Gong can!"
"Because he has no background, he's just a mud-booted commoner, struggling for survival from the very bottom. Along the way, he faced numerous life-threatening situations. To him, the Emperor is the guilty one."
"Not only can he defeat the Heaven's Mandate General, but even if the true Emperor came, he could kill him too!"
"Moreover, he kills with righteousness and justice!"
"..."
"..."
Amidst the laughter, his gaze turned icy, and the figure sitting atop the iron coffin suddenly rose, then tossed a stone box to the side, his hand already gripping an iron mace that seemed to be enveloped in infinite malevolent aura in the night.
In an instant, he leaped forward, jumping in front of the Four Great Hall Officials, and landed heavily on the ground, causing it to tremble.
Like an earthquake, everyone struggled to keep their balance, and even Bright Province City seemed to sway.
The next moment, he slowly struck his Evil Suppression Golden Mace on the ground, and behind him, there was a clatter as the chains on the iron coffin suddenly snapped, sliding off, and the heavy coffin fell to the ground. In that instant of landing, the coffin lid sprang open.
"Clatter..."
In that moment, countless cold winds blew out.
Inside the iron coffin, a figure exuded countless malevolent auras, so intense that one glance seemed to pull one's soul towards it. It stood up straight from within the coffin.
With arms outstretched, its body was covered in a dark red armor, and it leaped high out of the coffin, resembling a malevolent ghost crawling out of the depths of hell, unbound by the rules of the living. It jumped directly into mid-air.
Then, it fell from a great height.
"Clack, clack..."
As it landed, the ground shook, forming spiderweb-like cracks. Hundreds of shadow soldiers simultaneously surged onto the battlefield, and a bone-chilling cold wind swept across the entire battlefield, silencing everyone in the war zone.
The Starving Ghost Army's momentum had waned, but thousands of soldiers continued to resist desperately.
It was precisely because the Starving Ghost Army was different that they could hold out this long; otherwise, they would have collapsed after losing half their numbers.
However, no matter how fiercely they fought against the Grain Protection Army, they collapsed in an instant as the shadow corpses descended from the sky, their eyes losing focus, and dark shadows rushed from their bodies, pulled towards the center of the battlefield.
"That..."
The Heaven's Mandate General was fighting against Yang Gong when he suddenly noticed the sudden change, failing to react in time, and was slashed by Yang Gong.
The wound wasn't deep, but the layer of human skin clothing he wore suddenly tore open.
He cried out in agony and staggered backward, feeling that something was rapidly crumbling within him in the mystic realm, something that didn't belong to him but had been forcibly imposed by others.
Powerful and mysterious, in many situations, this would be invincible, but unexpectedly, it was so fragile, shattered by just one slash from the mud-booted commoner.
In that instant, the brilliance in his eyes seemed to dim.
On the contrary, the mud-booted commoner, the Grain Protection General, slashed again, his cloak fluttering in the wind.
The raging wind enveloped him, as if some predestined force had taken shape at that moment.
(End of Chapter)
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