Chapter 807 - 563: Golden Wu Warriors (Part 2)
"Born with exceptional talent! What a freak!"
His heart was both shocked and furious, knowing that he could not delay; once the military encircled him, he would be trapped.
"Since that’s the case—collision head-on!"
The old man roared, unleashing decades of painstakingly cultivated True Strength.
Pale blue energy burst forth, his gaunt hands moved so fast they turned into afterimages, no longer dodging—directly colliding with Wang Xuan head-on.
Bang—!
Bang—!
Bang—!
The deafening noise shook the air!
The old man, seasoned and cunning, locked his fierce, eagle-like eyes onto every flaw in Wang Xuan’s Fist Path the moment their punches collided.
In an instant—
He seized an opening!
"Got you!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three lightning-fast Penetrating Forces, like three cold stars, accurately struck Wang Xuan’s chest at three major acupuncture points.
The force was like needles, penetrating his internal organs!
Victory seemed assured in the old man’s ruthless eyes.
But in the next second.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Wang Xuan stood there, his expression unchanged, not even frowning.
A faintly detectable Profound Light gently flowed under his armor.
Protective Profound Light, from the inside out!
Wang Xuan clearly felt that as the Penetrating Force drilled into his body, the Profound Light forcefully blocked and dissolved it.
His internal organs remained entirely unharmed.
He instantly understood that the Penetrating Force of a Martial Arts Grandmaster specializes in Armor Breaker, but in doing so, it loses the ferocious impact of True Strength.
For normal people, it’s a deadly strike; for a warrior like me—its threat is less than a direct punch.
"Impossible—!"
The old man was utterly horrified, his voice changing pitch.
His Penetrating Force, which was supposed to be unstoppable, was ineffective against this man’s internal organs, as if they were made of solid iron!
Penetrating Force, invalid!
This is a monster!
"Retreat!"
The old man made a prompt decision, turned to flee, his Body Technique unfolding again, transforming into a gray shadow, trying to escape into the alleyway.
Wang Xuan’s voice was calm:
"Now you want to leave."
"Too late."
Relying on the Protective Profound Light, he continued pressing forward with a method of exchanging life for life, fearless and defiant of death.
No dodging, no avoidance, no retreat.
Letting the old man’s attacks brush past, each punch landed on the old man’s vital areas.
The old man felt like crying, as hitting the opponent caused no pain, yet each hit from the opponent was life-threatening.
His strength rapidly waned, his breath became increasingly chaotic, his limbs growing heavy as if filled with lead.
Finally—
The old man ran out of strength, his Body Technique suddenly stalled.
Wang Xuan’s eyes turned fierce.
Bang!
A punch fiercely slammed into the old man’s shoulder and neck.
Boom!
A horizontal kick sent his entire body flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Seize him!"
The personal guards rushed in, the Profound Iron Chain clanging as it locked down the old man’s limbs, binding the seasoned Grandmaster tightly, leaving him unable to move.
On the long street, amidst the crowd, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man watched the scene intently.
...
In the dungeon.
The lamp flickered dimly, shadows danced.
The cold torture instruments, smoke swirling, the atmosphere in the air suffocatingly oppressive.
In just a short moment.
Harsh screams gradually weakened.
The old man lay on the ground, hair disheveled, face ashen, body trembling, finally unable to hold on:
"It was... it was the Hedong Wei Family who hired me... they gave me a large sum... to assassinate you..."
Wang Xuan stood in the shadow, slowly raising his eyes, coldness piercing from his gaze.
This was not the first time he had encountered an assassination.
Public trials and land redistribution threaten the roots of the noble families, prompting them to retaliate crazily.
He snorted coldly: "Hedong Wei Family, I’ll remember you."
...
The setting sun is as red as blood, dyeing the western sky with clouds.
The candlelight flickers within the tent, casting shadows on the map on the table.
King Xuan, dressed in sturdy clothing, had just returned from an inspection. He leaned slightly forward, his gaze slowly gliding over the map, contemplating the next step in the attack plan in a low voice:
"Tomorrow, send scouts ahead to discern reality from illusion..."
At the next moment.
An intangible pressure silently descended, heavy as a mountain, majestic as the heavens, weighing upon the heart.
King Xuan’s body stiffened, his breath tightened, and a look of reverence burst forth from his eyes as he knelt in salute:
"Your subordinate King Xuan humbly welcomes the Daoist Master!"
Within the sea of consciousness, a grand yet indistinct figure slowly coalesced, surrounded by a flowing golden light.
His features were unclear, yet he carried the bearing of a king, surely the will of Chen Sheng:
"Rise, no need for formalities."
King Xuan rose as instructed, standing solemnly, not daring to relax in the slightest, solemnly reporting the recent battle achievements, enthusiastic yet respectful:
"Reporting to the Daoist Master, your subordinate was fortunate not to fail the mission, conquering one prefecture and thirteen counties!"
"With each city conquered, in accordance with the Daoist Master’s orders, the tyrants and corrupt gentry were publicly tried, and their seized lands were completely distributed to the poor commoners. The commoners were all grateful and flocked to Taishang Dao."
He slightly raised his eyelids, revealing a hint of pride, and continued:
"To date, within the thirteen counties, there are twenty-seven thousand new followers, all sincerely attached and willing to follow the Daoist Master in the pursuit of great endeavors."
"Your subordinate has already sent capable disciples to the countryside to spread the teachings, to appease the people’s hearts. Once personnel are sufficient, the land distribution policy will be comprehensively implemented, allowing the cold and poor to have land to cultivate and food to eat."
Chen Sheng quietly listened, the golden light around him becoming more gentle:
"Well done."
King Xuan bowed humbly:
"Your subordinate dares not claim credit, relying entirely on the Daoist Master’s protection, as the teachings of Taishang Dao deeply penetrate people’s hearts, your subordinate merely fulfills the duties."
"There’s no need to be overly modest."
Chen Sheng’s tone was firm, carrying expectation:
"The foundation has just formed, it is precisely the time for expansion."
"Continue to wage battle outward, steadily advancing, conquering more cities, recruiting more followers, letting the Dao Banner of Taishang Dao be planted all over the world."
"Your subordinate obeys the command!"
King Xuan responded solemnly, his tone resonant, his gaze like steel:
"Your subordinate will surely exert all efforts, not failing the Daoist Master’s trust, accomplishing the great endeavor at the earliest!"
Chen Sheng nodded slightly, his tone shifting:
"Additionally, draft a list immediately, selecting one hundred soldiers from your forces, those with distinguished meritorious service and loyal hearts, sending them to Ning City."
"I will personally preside over the promotion ceremony, elevating them to warriors, granting them greater strength to assist you in conquests."
"Your subordinate understands!"
King Xuan’s heart spirit trembled, contemplating how to select, when Chen Sheng’s voice fell again:
"Besides, you have meritorious achievements in battle, your loyalty is evident."
"Today, I elevate you to Golden Wu Warrior, ranking above all warriors, enjoying supreme honor."
These words fell like a clap of thunder in ears.
King Xuan was frozen in place, as a protector warrior, he knew something about warriors.
At this moment, his heart was washed over by wild joy, he once again knelt:
"Your subordinate thanks the Daoist Master for the great grace! Ready to sacrifice blood and be loyal until death!"
In the midst of wild joy, he urgently spoke:
"Your subordinate will immediately arrange for my trusted aide Li Kui to temporarily take over military duties, overseeing land distribution and the teachings, personally leading one hundred meritorious soldiers, returning to Ning City immediately to receive the Daoist Master’s teachings and attend the promotion ceremony!"
Chen Sheng’s will gently shook his head, his voice indifferent:
"No need, you do not need to return to Ning City."
The warrior.
Is precisely an extension of Chen Sheng’s power, capable of remote control, possession, and further elevation.
Contrarily, the promotion of other Daoist Soldiers to warriors is somewhat troublesome, requiring a ceremony...
King Xuan froze in wonder.
A dazzling golden light poured down from the void, as if a Celestial River falling, instantly enveloping his entire being.
The golden light was warm and solid, carrying boundless unmatched power, slowly permeating every limb and bone, nourishing, reshaping, and sublimating.
He felt clearly that his physical body, tendons and bones, vital energy and blood, divine soul, were all undergoing earth-shattering transformation.
The golden light slowly dispersed within the tent.
King Xuan slowly stood up, subconsciously flexing his muscles and bones, feeling a surge of power like waves, his figure becoming even more upright, back like a spear, seemingly able to hold up the heavens.
He raised his hand lightly to touch the center of his brow, a faint golden mark appeared, not obtrusive, yet with inherent majesty.
That was the mark of the Golden Wu Warriors!
Countless mysterious information surfaced in his mind, clearly the means of the Golden Wu Warriors.
"Golden Wu Divine Flame, Dharma True Body..."
He respectfully spoke:
"Your subordinate once again thanks the Daoist Master for the great grace...ready to brave any danger, never refusing any death!"
Chen Sheng’s will gazed at him, the golden light gradually thinning:
"Take good care, do not disappoint my expectations."
...
At the same time.
In the tents of chief commanders of Taishang Dao’s surrounding armies.
Li Shi and others simultaneously sensed the descent of the will of the Celestial King.
Bursts of golden light fell separately, everyone’s power surged upward.
A faint golden mark also simultaneously appeared on their brows, elevating collectively to Golden Wu Warriors.