Yinshan Record

Chapter 518 Who else but me can act on behalf of Heaven and comfort the people?
Literally speaking, Sikong Tu doesn't have the concept of a head on someone's neck, because this ghost general is already dead. Now, he only has a ghost body, which is just a wisp of smoke. If Young Master Su wants to cut off his head, he can cut off countless heads at will.

Banners filled the sky above Xuan Mountain, and shouts of battle and drills echoed everywhere. A huge banner proclaiming "General Who Acts on Behalf of Heaven to Pacify the People" stood high on the drill ground. A group of bare-chested men, their heads wrapped in white cloths, swung their drumsticks and vigorously beat the cowhide war drums in front of them.

The sound of drums mingled with the shouts of battle, creating a vast wave of sound that soared straight to the heavens.

On the training ground, four shadows trembled together.

Dushan Jun had now transformed into his beast form. His mountain-like muscles were wrapped in a surge of demonic energy, and his fists were like two shooting stars that had drifted down from the sky, constantly smashing towards the person in front of him.

The man opposite him was no different in stature from an ordinary person, but he was shirtless and was also wielding his fists, fighting with Dushan Jun.

There were no magical transformations or magical artifacts; the two simply used their respective demonic energy to forge their fists and engaged in a brutal, hard-hitting fight.

At this point, any martial arts techniques are meaningless.

When the force exerted is almost infinite and the speed is pushed beyond the limits of the physical body, then a direct, head-on attack of punches and kicks becomes the most straightforward solution.

“Mou”.

Beneath Liu Yidao's body, wisps of yin energy surged, and the shadows of countless yin spirits could be faintly seen in his fists and feet. Meanwhile, gusts of wind swept around Dushan Jun, with countless treacherous ghosts appearing and disappearing within them.

"What a fine Bull Demon Yin Seal! Brother Liu, you've indeed made rapid progress."

After exchanging blows, Dushan Jun suddenly shouted, and his fists surged forward like a raging storm.

On the training ground, shouts of battle echoed incessantly, and the White Turban Army soldiers watching shouted their cries to their newly elected leader.

Suddenly, a fierce black wind swept in, containing countless chilling energies like swords, with ice and snow condensing into countless sharp blades that swept in with the gale.

"open!"

Black Wind King conjured a long, cold iron blade, its surface shimmering with phosphorescence. Within the blade's light, countless human faces flickered in and out of existence. These were the spirits of the demons and cultivators he had slain. This long blade was an evil weapon that Black Wind King had nurtured for many years, and a single strike from it was far beyond what an ordinary Rejuvenating Pill could withstand.

The Yin energy intensified the chill, and as the demonic energy surged, layers of malevolent energy rose from the blade.

Liu Yidao shook his joints, and a white light suddenly flew up from behind his head. The white light expanded in the wind and smashed directly onto the Black Wind King's longsword. Even though this great demon had cultivated for many years, his blood and qi surged for a moment, and he was sent flying backward.

"Black Wind, how does your Three Thousand Yin Wind Slash compare to my Great Skull Relic Technique?"

Within the white light, a human skull, as white as jade, could be vaguely seen, perfectly corresponding to the wondrous technique of observing white bones in Buddhism. The divine light was contained within, yet it carried various magical powers as it quietly rotated.

"Damn it, if I had your hard work of cultivating day and night, I might be able to defeat you!"

Black Wind King rubbed his aching wrist, opened his mouth wide and shouted, "Long worm, hurry up and show me what you've got, or you're no match for Brother Liu."

A beam of azure light suddenly rose from the void, pointing directly at Liu Yidao's back. Liu Yidao did not dodge, but simply transformed his right hand into a palm blade and turned to slash.

Lightning crackled between his fingers, colliding directly with the azure light.

The Azure Scale King appeared directly from the air, his body charred black as if he had been roasted by fire. He hugged his arms and took several steps back, his eyes filled with innate resentment as he looked at Liu Yidao.

"What a magnificent Glazed Pure Flame Divine Thunder! Brother Liu, you are truly amazing. We have all lost."

Liu Yidao remained expressionless, simply clasping his hands in a fist salute to the three demon kings.

"Thank you for your concession."

"I never imagined that even the three of us combined couldn't force you to use that sword technique. Brother Liu, you truly deserve the title." Lord Dushan gave a hearty thumbs-up: "What a magnificent general who pacifies the people on behalf of Heaven!"

The sound of war drums resounded incessantly, and the shouts of the White Turban Army soldiers were incessant. Even the demons surrounding them raised their weapons and howled incessantly. For a moment, the howls of wolves and the neighing of horses blended together, and the roars of tigers and the bleating of sheep rang out in unison, creating quite a lively scene.

"Liu Lang's practice of the Great Powerful King heretical method is becoming more and more proficient. He can now control all kinds of supernatural powers at will. Even without using that Returning Wind and Withered Snow Sword Qi, the three demons of Xuanshan are no match for Liu Lang."

Yaksha Mingfei Shiksha Nanda smiled slightly and said to the old ox beside her, "It's a pity that we can't collect all nine pages of the Golden Book. If we could obtain the true meaning of the Future Star Tribulation Sutra, Liu Lang would surely be able to reach a higher level, and attaining the Three Perfections in the future would be no problem."

"With the general's divine might and the wise counsel of Consort Ming, I believe the White Turban Army is about to rise to great heights."

The old ox said obsequiously, "This is a wonderful place, the perfect time to act freely."

When Yaksha Mingfei saw the imposing Liu Yidao in the arena, her joints immediately felt weak and sore.

On the high platform, two people sat quietly, talking in hushed tones.

"Can a martial arts contest truly determine a suitable leader?"

Jin Li, the current leader of the Great River Alliance, shook his head and looked at Yue Luan beside him. Elder Yue was calm and collected, seemingly lost in thought.

With the death of Alliance Leader Yu Chen and no response from Bai Lu Dong, a power vacuum has emerged. Jin Li, with Yue Luan's support, successfully ascended to power and ultimately became the leader of the Great River Alliance.

However, the White Turban Army was not the same as the Great River Alliance. Yu Chen died, and Taiping Zhenjun also turned to ashes. But an army cannot be without a leader for a day. Under Yue Luan's instigation and prompting, Jin Li made a decisive move and proposed a martial arts contest to determine the supreme leader.

Everyone made it clear that they would put their vehicles and horses to the test and see who had the best skills and the strongest fists would become the leader of the White Turban Army.

Sikong Tu made it clear he wasn't going to play, so the final round was this one, and Liu Yidao had obviously won the championship.

However, Jin Li had no idea whether the person with the strongest fist could truly lead an army properly.

"You still care about this?"

Yue Luan exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Didn't you already make arrangements with the imperial court? You sold these scumbags to the General Who Conquers the East, and they gave you a way out? So it's best if you can't manage them. Then you can go to the imperial court and enjoy worldly riches, while I, an old man, can return to my leisurely life in the woods. We can each enjoy our own happiness. Isn't that wonderful?"

"I'm most afraid of White Deer Cave..."

"If they had that kind of free time, it wouldn't be you and me sitting here right now."

Yue Luan looked at the banner beside him and said, "I think the title Liu Yidao came up with is much better than that Taiping Zhenjun. Now that the outcome is decided, you should go down and announce it."

Jin Li nodded, then flipped down from the high platform, creating bursts of golden light.

Standing in the training ground, he felt a faint envy as he watched Liu Yidao rise rapidly beside him. However, when he thought about the future fate of the White Turban Army, this envy quickly dissipated, turning into a little sympathy and guilt.

"The outcome is now clear. The leader of our righteous army, the Great General Who Pacifies the People on Behalf of Heaven, is none other than Liu Yidao! Today, we slaughter chickens and oxen to celebrate the Great General's victory!"

Cheers and the sound of war drums resounded endlessly.

Jin Li suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Liu Yidao beside him, "Brother Liu, after the banquet, Elder Yue would like to have a few words with you."

(End of this chapter)