"Nether Thunder Forbidden Art!"
Zhang Yuan exclaimed in shock.
In such a short time?
Just by watching me demonstrate it a few times, then familiarizing himself with it a bit...
He learned my original Nether Thunder Forbidden Art?
Such comprehension... such comprehension!
Zhang Yuan couldn't help but wonder, if this person hadn't been possessed by the Bone Sovereign, if he could have cultivated smoothly, how powerful would he be now?
This was not the time to think about such things.
He knew very well the power of his own forbidden art.
This newly acquired Holy Bone Body was still weak, and he was still in the process of adapting to it. It was difficult to break the Nether Thunder Prison right now.
But, he just needed a little time.
To completely eliminate the Bone Sovereign's remaining fragmented will, fully adapt to this Holy Bone Body, and refine it with Nether Thunder.
He would have absolute confidence to break the Nether Thunder Art and eliminate Wang Yuan.
After all... this body was a Holy Bone Body that was only one step away from perfection, with almost limitless potential. But his own body was relatively ordinary.
For many cultivators, the Inner Fane realm was already a terrifying level of strength, let alone the Four Palaces stage, just one step away from the perfection of the Five Palaces. But for Zhang Yuan, failing to find a divine skill after four consecutive palaces was completely unable to satisfy his pursuit of power.
Right there in the Nether Thunder Prison, Zhang Yuan actually sat down directly, calmly drawing the Nether Thunder Prison's lightning into his body, refining his body right in front of Wang Yuan.
Let him see, the "stolen" forbidden art ultimately didn't belong to him. No matter how he attacked, it only helped him perfect the Holy Bone Body.
And if the other party dispersed the Nether Thunder Prison, then it would be even simpler.
Just fight him directly.
But Wang Yuan just looked at him with complete calm.
Then, he lifted the bone mask, casually threw it on the ground, revealing the face that originally belonged to Zhang Yuan.
The face was still that average-to-above-average appearance, but those unusually calm eyes added a strange charm to it.
"Wait for me to come find you," he said.
Then he turned and left.
Let Zhang Yuan refine the Holy Bone Body, let the Nether Thunder Prison roar behind him.
From beginning to end, he only said this one sentence.
But for some reason, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart!
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Now, on the battlefield of Red Tail County in the State of Yang, Yang Jiande used his body as a long arrow, pointing at Chongxuan Chuliang.
He shot down from high in the sky holding a spear, openly challenging him in front of both armies.
As the saying goes, "Years apart, one meeting becomes life and death." "Decided before the formation, for the amusement of the three armies!"
Yang Jiande's battle spear was called Blazing Sun. Together with Chongxuan Chuliang's Life-Cutting Blade, they had once shone together on the battlefield.
Now Blazing Sun meets Life-Cutting Blade again, a life-and-death struggle, truly a famous matchup in the world.
If Chongxuan Chuliang could slay Yang Jiande before both armies, establishing victory, he would surely become famous throughout the world again.
However...
"Meeting an old acquaintance, I cannot bear to kill him!"
Chongxuan Chuliang turned back directly, without hesitation retreating into the Autumn Slaughter Army's formation, showing none of the heroic courage he displayed when he minced the Holy Bone Sovereign into meat paste earlier.
Yang Jiande arrived in a flash, his battle spear thrust empty, standing before both armies, his expression very ugly.
"Has the Fierce Butcher grown old?"
He asked sharply.
"A-Han, we have indeed both grown old," Chongxuan Chuliang responded from afar within the army formation. "We should make way for the younger generation. The matter of establishing merit and achievement, let the young men handle it!"
Yang Jiande's code name in the army back then was Gu Han.
This address of "A-Han" had not been heard for many years.
"Hahahahaha." Yang Jiande reversed his battle spear, striking the butt of the spear into the ground, and the ground actually cracked for several miles from that point as the center!
He laughed wildly: "Does the Fierce Butcher fear me?"
His voice shook both armies, piercing the sky and stopping the clouds.
Immediately, there were unyielding generals in the Autumn Slaughter Army who requested to fight: "Please allow me to claim this head for the Marshal!"
But Chongxuan Chuliang ignored them, directly issuing orders: "All troops form formation, three armies advance together!"
Concise and to the point.
Warning the soldiers not to use tricks, not to hold back any strength.
Immediately, war drums rumbled, and the flag officer waved the battle flags.
Bang bang bang!
War boots stamped the ground.
Three armies advanced together, pressing forward with battle formations.
Yang Jiande felt great hatred in his heart, but was helpless.
He had sacrificed so many civilians, allowing the Holy Bone Sovereign to refine the Holy Body within his territory, precisely to use this variable to influence Chongxuan Chuliang. And Chongxuan Chuliang, who had long regarded the State of Yang as his own possession, indeed made the first move.
Afterward, he wanted to use this opportunity to fight him before the formations. In his view, with Chongxuan Chuliang's youthful heroic courage and confidence, with his strength of being the bravest in the three armies and famous throughout the world, even if he didn't dare to go to the capital to accept surrender, he wouldn't retreat from a fight before the two armies.
The request for capital surrender was also preparation for this formation battle. He figured Chongxuan Chuliang wouldn't dodge again and again.
And the Blood Demon Art of Extinction of Emotions and Desires, which he had used to kill all the court ministers to conceal, was meant to be used at this time. With the Holy Bone Sovereign's consumption of the other party, he had more confidence to win the duel.
He just didn't expect that Chongxuan Chuliang would be so stable, not giving him even a shred of opportunity.
To avoid being killed by the army's charge, Yang Jiande had to return to his own army.
Of course, he also didn't miss the opportunity to boost morale: "The Fierce Butcher has such a great reputation, yet he dares not face my spear!"
The Yang army's morale surged.
Unlike them, the State of Qi's Autumn Slaughter Army was a famous strong army, not fearing their commander avoiding battle. The soldiers only felt frustration and anger in their hearts. They gathered all their strength, wanting to direct that frustration and anger into their blades and spears.
Right there in the middle of Red Tail County, at the center of the long flame tail, the two great armies crashed together with a boom!
Hundreds of thousands of troops charging at each other, covering the sky, the earth, covering every corner of the field of vision.
And the killing intent and murderous aura shot straight into the high sky, churning the sea of clouds.
For the State of Yang's 210,000-strong army, such a long battle line made it extremely difficult to maintain a unified formation.
Only the 10,000 royal guard troops who once protected Zhao Heng City could maintain their formation.
And this was precisely why the Autumn Slaughter Army was the world's strong army. On such a vast battlefield, in such intense fighting, they could still maintain their formations intact!
The 100,000 Autumn Slaughter Army was divided into ten divisions. Nine divisions charged together, with only the division personally commanded by Chongxuan Chuliang holding back, ready to strike.
The 5,000-strong formation led by Chongxuan Sheng was in one of those divisions.
If viewed from high above, one could see that the nine charging divisions of the Autumn Slaughter Army were further subdivided into eighteen formations of 5,000 each.
The eighteen formations were like eighteen sharp blades, and as soon as battle began, they easily pierced into the Yang army's formations!
The hard power of the two armies was simply not on the same level, even though the Yang army had twice the numbers.
However, the Yang army also displayed extremely tenacious fighting spirit. Although their lines were repeatedly broken, they never collapsed.
The white-haired old general Ji Cheng held the key position, constantly making small-scale troop movements, with continuous but resilient lines, withstanding the Autumn Slaughter Army's offensive time and time again.
And Yang Jiande stood like a great banner in the army formation.
His royal guard troops, as the only force that could directly contend with the Autumn Slaughter Army, were all handed over to the old general Ji Cheng's command. He only personally led 10,000 troops.
The predecessor of this troop was the volunteer army that fought bravely for the country.
The so-called volunteer army, although praiseworthy for their courage, it was inevitable that they were the weakest in combat strength.
The only special thing was that the 10,000 volunteer troops personally led by Yang Jiande all came from Cangfeng City.
Under his personal supervision, these 10,000 scattered soldiers, although unable to form a proper military formation, actually maintained a basic formation quite respectably.
This alone was enough to demonstrate his military ability.
Across the long battlefield, amidst countless fights, he stared steadily in the direction of Chongxuan Chuliang.
Although there was no exchange of glances, he believed that Chongxuan Chuliang, who personally commanded 10,000 elite troops, must also be watching him at this moment.