Amidst the main camp of the Autumn Kill Army. Chongxuan Chuliang, stationed on the Qi Army's command platform, noticed this scene from afar. He couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile, saying to those beside him, "Look at the tiger cubs of my Chongxuan clan!"
... The enemy had reached their own command platform—a profound humiliation. Across the vast, sprawling battlefield, countless Yang Army soldiers were desperately charging back, desperate to kill the detestable Qi soldiers. This was naturally a terrible choice. If Ji Cheng were still commanding the battle, he would never have allowed such a thing to happen. But it happened nonetheless. The Qi Army naturally wouldn't show mercy. They charged forward, blades falling, and in an instant, it became a massacre. Some Yang Army soldiers turned to fight to the death, while others continued their reckless charge back. The battlefield descended into complete chaos, with Yang soldiers fighting independently. Some held their ground, fortifying defensive lines. Others, their eyes red with fury, launched reckless counter-charges regardless of the cost. Some rushed back to reinforce the main army, and some began to flee... Having lost Ji Cheng's masterful command, the gap between the Yang Army and the Qi Army was laid bare. It wasn't just strength. It wasn't just discipline. The gap was total, immense! The battle had already reached the point of no return, collapsing irretrievably. And on the Yang Army's main command platform. Ji Cheng, having just sent the enemy formation flying with a single arrow, couldn't help but gasp for breath twice, heavily. The collapse of the entire battlefield marked the beginning of the shattering of his momentum and intent as the Yang Army's commander. He had single-handedly propped up the battle situation. Correspondingly, when the edifice fell, he would be the first to be crushed beneath it! This level of collision had already injured his Inner Palace realm. The once-premier Outer Tower realm powerhouse of the State of Yang was, after all, aging. He had fought in wars for too long. The hidden injuries from his early years resurfaced in his old age. Whether it was Chongxuan Sheng, Jiang Wang, or Shi Si, they were no longer weak. And they had come wielding the strength of thousands of soldiers in formation. And this was the Autumn Kill Army! Being able to send them flying with a single arrow was proof enough that Ji Cheng's blade was not yet dull. However... Those figures, who had lost their formations but charged again without hesitation, seemed to declare to him why the Qi was a strong Qi. It wasn't just one or two young geniuses. It wasn't just one or two peerless military gods. It was the strength of an entire nation, the might of the world! And the State of Yang was talent-depleted. His entire Ji clan had been wiped out. Even his daughter-in-law, who had remarried, had just died before his eyes. He was the only old general left. The reason he had clung to life these years, enduring one piece of bad news after another, bearing blow after blow, was because he knew he was the only old general left. The State of Yang needed him. He could not die! The old general's tiger eyes widened. He nocked the carved bow again and released three arrows in quick succession! One arrow pierced through the brilliant sword light. Jiang Wang launched his Flame Meteor, but it was still forcibly sliced across his waist and abdomen, leaving a deep bloody furrow. One arrow shot toward the massive, mountain-collapsing figure of the fat man. Powerful repulsive force obstructed the space in front of him. Chongxuan Sheng had already exhausted all his strength, but that arrow still pierced through everything, lodging in his abdomen. Although blocked by the layers of fat, it didn't fully penetrate, yet it sank deep into flesh and muscle, leaving only the feathered end quivering outside! The final arrow's target was the black-armored, black-helmeted swordsman. Shi Si gripped the massive sword with both hands, holding it horizontally before him. Yet this arrow, upon striking the black greatsword, continued with the sword, and then slammed into Shi Si's black armor. Bang! Shi Si was sent flying several yards, blood spraying from his mouth. Three arrows loosed simultaneously, all three finding their mark. But, one after another, in dense waves, the Autumn Kill Army soldiers had already surged forward. In the blink of an eye, the vast command platform was packed full. Ji Cheng leaped into the air, drawing the carved bow. He didn't shoot at people, but fired an arrow straight into the ground! The arrow struck the platform, vanishing completely as it sank deep within. At the same time, a tremendous shockwave exploded outward from the point of impact, and the Autumn Kill Army soldiers who had just rushed onto the platform were all swept off again. The number of those killed instantly was incalculable. Chirp-chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp-chirp! The command platform, just cleared by a single arrow, was instantly filled again by countless shrieking flame sparrows. These were Jiang Wang's Detonation Flame Sparrows! His waist and abdomen were still bleeding, but he had already launched his counterattack. Twang! Ji Cheng drew the bowstring, producing a deep, rumbling sound like an earth dragon stirring. This bow was the heirloom treasure of the Heavenly Might Ji clan. He had passed it to his son, his son to his grandson, and finally, it had returned to his hands. This bow was named Qiushan. In ancient times, skilled archers saw all things as hills, and every shot was certain to hit. Thus it received this name! When the Qiushan Bowstring sounded once, the countless shrieks of the flame sparrows were instantly drowned out. Moreover, one by one, the flame sparrows actually disintegrated before they could even reach Ji Cheng! Meanwhile, Chongxuan Sheng, with an arrow buried in his abdomen, uttered not a sound. He grabbed the still-quivering arrow shaft and forcibly pulled it out, dragging torn flesh with it before discarding it on the ground. Then he leaped up, fist already formed in the air. Powerful attractive and repulsive forces "drove" Ji Cheng, pushing him toward Chongxuan Sheng's fist. Ji Cheng had just dispersed the Detonation Flame Sparrows when he met this punch. Like a frail old man, he was lifted off the ground, carried by this "driving" force straight toward Chongxuan Sheng. He raised his withered, bark-like fist and met Chongxuan Sheng's young, massive fist head-on! With the Weight Art empowering it, Chongxuan Sheng's punch carried far more than a thousand pounds of force! But the moment their fists barely touched, Chongxuan Sheng was sent reeling backward, his stance broken. Ji Cheng's punch hadn't failed to send him flying. Rather, it was a deliberate control—shattering his stance but not letting him leave. Of course, the goal was... to kill him. Chongxuan Sheng's Weight Art was broken, his stance shattered. And Ji Cheng directly reversed the Qiushan Bow, using the string to slice at Chongxuan Sheng's neck! Clang! A resonant clash. It was the black-armored, black-helmeted Shi Si who arrived. He had been sent flying by an arrow and was still spitting blood, yet he charged back without hesitation, arriving just in time. The black greatsword smashed heavily onto Ji Cheng's bowstring, producing the sound of a bell tolling. The Qiushan Bowstring was pressed down to its limit, directly touching the bow's body. Ji Cheng, gripping the Qiushan Bow, flicked the string with his fingers! The black greatsword, along with Shi Si himself, was sent flying by the bowstring. Ji Cheng gripped the Qiushan Bow, using the string as a blade, and once again swung at Chongxuan Sheng's throat. But in his heart, he sighed softly. That sword light, swift as a meteor chasing the moon, descended from high above. Like starlight and moonlight bathing his body, there was nowhere to hide. Jiang Wang had arrived once more! What made Ji Cheng sigh was not his own fate. Nor was it the temporary loss of the chance to kill Chongxuan Sheng. It was the people on the Qi Army's side. So young, so powerful, yet so fearless in the face of death! They represented the future. They represented hope. And what of the State of Yang? The old general's white hair was already so gray. The Qiushan Bowstring drew itself without being pulled. Ji Cheng used his own body as an arrow, shooting backward into the air. He released Chongxuan Sheng entirely, tilting his head to face Jiang Wang, and once again raised his withered fist. Jiang Wang, high in the air, moved with his will—Five Qi Binding the Tiger! The qi ropes formed from the Five Qi barely formed before collapsing, the Five Qi instantly smoothed away. And Ji Cheng had already crashed into the sword light. Face to face with Jiang Wang, he threw his punch! But immensely powerful repulsive force surged from above, while a torrent of attractive force rushed up from below. Chongxuan Sheng steadied his stance, arms spread wide. "Come down... with me!" Ji Cheng's soaring figure dropped abruptly by half a foot! At the same moment, Shi Si once again charged in fearlessly. The massive two-handed sword carved a long, sweeping arc. His swordsmanship was simple, direct, precise, and always faced life and death head-on. A horizontal slash aimed at Ji Cheng's waist! And high above, Jiang Wang made his decision without hesitation. One sword strike, and the sea of people was already vast. He thrust downward, aiming for the crown of Ji Cheng's head. Chongxuan Sheng poured all his strength, using the Weight Art to bind him in place. Surrounded on three sides, it instantly became a killing trap. But Ji Cheng's eyes were calm. Calm as the silver strands of his hair fluttering in the wind. Rising with the wind, falling with the wind. The old general's white hair, how many lives and deaths has he witnessed!