I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities

Boom!

A huge boulder fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the city wall.

A member of the Golden Sand Gang, unable to dodge in time, was smashed into pulp on the spot.

Blood and guts spattered everywhere!

But no one noticed his tragic death, as the samurai guarding the city wall of the Golden Sand Gang glared with bloodshot eyes, growling and roaring as they fiercely swung their weapons, engaging in a desperate battle with the newly arrived enemies.

This was already the seventh day of the Wuqi Tribe, the Jing People, and the Great River Gang’s Three Families Alliance Army besieging Golden Sand Island, both sides having paid enormous costs, while the fight remained intense and bloody.

For the Golden Sand Gang, who were resolutely defending the inner city, they had no retreat, betting everything on this battle to protect their families within the city, thus fighting with added ferocity.

This desperate courage, to a large extent, offset the power advantage of the Three Families Alliance.

But as time went by, the scales of victory were slowly and steadily tilting towards the Three Families.

The elite warriors of the Golden Sand Gang perished batch by batch, and much of the weaponry, such as the heavy crossbows used to defend the city walls, was virtually depleted, and even several watchtowers had been destroyed and collapsed.

Anyone could see that the fall of the Golden Sand Gang’s stronghold was only a matter of time.

In fact, up to this point, the strongest forces on both sides had yet to take action.

They were just waiting for the moment of decisive battle to arrive!

As night slowly descended, the warriors of the Three Families Alliance retreated like a tide, temporarily ending today’s battle.

The ground beneath the city walls was piled with corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Meanwhile, under the cover of darkness, Zhang Yuan maneuvered his warship to the shore.

He jumped onto land.

Looking at the still-unfallen inner city of Golden Sand in the distance, Zhang Yuan felt quite emotional.

To be honest, he hadn’t expected Golden Sand Gang to hold out for such a long time, given that the powers of the Wuqi Tribe, Jing People, and the Great River State were at least on par with the Golden Sand Gang.

Perhaps even stronger.

The alliance of the three was a situation of outright dominance.

Even though Fan Tai advanced to a Tier Six stronghold before the war, making the expert fighters of the Three Families hesitant to act rashly, it was nonetheless incredibly challenging for the Golden Sand Gang to withstand this long in a conventional siege defense.

Zhang Yuan thought he should still do something more.

Even though he had already destroyed three allied battlecruisers in a row and killed hundreds of barbarians, fully deserving the five-hundred-year-old Qilin Grass gifted by Fan Tai.

"Who’s there?"

At this moment, a patrol of samurai hurried over.

They obviously noticed Zhang Yuan, who had just disembarked.

The next moment, the light of the fire illuminated Zhang Yuan’s face.

The leading samurai was taken aback, hesitated, and asked, "Password?"

This samurai, dressed in the attire of the Great River Gang, was quite respectful both in demeanor and tone.

Even exuded a hint of caution.

Smack!

Just as he finished speaking, he was struck with a heavy slap.

The Great River Gang samurai’s head skewed, and he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a large white tooth.

He stumbled a few steps, nearly falling to the ground.

Utterly humiliated!

"Scram!"

Zhang Yuan withdrew his palm, sneering, "Who do you think you are to ask me for the password?"

He had no idea what the password was, so naturally, he couldn’t answer the question.

But that didn’t matter.

Because Zhang Yuan, brandishing a fierce face like a barbarian warrior, only needed to let the other party suffer to resolve the situation.

This slap from Zhang Yuan infuriated the other patrol samurai, with several impulsive ones drawing their weapons at once.

They shouted at Zhang Yuan, "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Yuan showed no fear, stepping forward toward the gleaming blades and swords, sneering, "What? Do you lowly Xia people want to rebel?"

He grinned, revealing white fangs, showing a predatory expression, emitting an invisible aura of malice.

Although he wasn’t well-versed in the inner workings of the alliance between the Wuqi Tribe, Jing People, and the Great River State,

Zhang Yuan was sure the Great River Gang was the weaker party among the three.

Because the Jing People alone could suppress the Great River Gang, and with the addition of the more savage Wuqi barbarians, it was likely that the Great River Gang was forced to bow down under the combined pressure.

So, disguised as a Wuqi barbarian, Zhang Yuan didn’t need to show them any respect.

Arrogant, wanton abuse was precisely fitting his cover role!

The faces of several patrol samurai immediately changed.

In the eyes of these Great River Gang members, Zhang Yuan had apparently turned into a terrifying fierce beast.

Ready to tear them apart at any moment!

"Hold it!"

The leading samurai with the swollen face blocked Zhang Yuan, forcing a rather comical smile, bowed, and said, "Sorry, we offended you, sir. Tonight’s password is ’Victory’."

Smack!

He got slapped again.

This slap sent the Great River Gang samurai straight to the ground; what he spat out wasn’t just a tooth this time.

"Trying to fool me?"

Zhang Yuan’s face darkened, "Do you think I really dare not to kill?"

His sharp instinct detected the hidden anger and resentment behind the other’s smile, so he wouldn’t fall into the trap of the words spoken.

No matter if the password tonight was ’Victory’ or not, another slap for sure was right!

Zhang Yuan’s cold gaze swept over the other patrol samurai, his eyes emanating killing intent almost turned tangible.

Everyone under Zhang Yuan’s gaze fearfully lowered their heads.

"Sorry, sorry."

With half his face already torn, the leading samurai struggled to get up, nodding and bowing again and again, "Sir, we shall leave now, leaving right away."

With that, he hurriedly retreated.

This Great River Gang samurai was really scared, afraid that Zhang Yuan might kill him with a single slash, and there would be no one to redress his grievance.

Most importantly, Zhang Yuan’s imposing presence was too strong.

Not something a few of them could handle.

He already deeply regretted why he impulsively decided to confront him just now!

All he got were two pointless slaps.

After a team of patrol samurai left in fright, Zhang Yuan swaggered into the camp set up by the Three Families Alliance.

The allied camp was chaotic, with a large number of tents erected on the ruins of what used to be the outer city of Golden Sand. Many barbarian soldiers gathered around campfires, enjoying their dinner, amid coarse laughter, shouts, and quarrels.

Zhang Yuan walked through the camp as if in an uninhabited place. The barbarians who came in his way gave way, some even stepped aside and bowed.

The Wuqi Tribe revered their hierarchical structure, where strong warriors could decide the life and death of the weaker.

Zhang Yuan’s aura clearly demonstrated his warrior status.

So naturally, these lower-ranked barbarians held great reverence for him.

And Zhang Yuan set his sights on the craftsman’s area on the south side of the camp.

They were building a large siege vehicle there!