Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

On the coast of the North Sea, the sea breeze was fierce, carrying the smell of salty sea water, blowing across the positions where the two armies were confronting each other.

The golden sunlight shines on the sea, the waves are sparkling, and the distant city is reflected in each other, forming a spectacular picture.

However, above this peaceful seaside, there is a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Master Wen was wearing armor, standing in front of the formation, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the city ahead.

His face was full of determination and resoluteness, as if the city was already in his pocket and he could capture it with just a command.

He raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he turned around and shouted loudly to the army behind him:

"Chao Lei, come forward and challenge him!"

The voice was loud and resounding over the battlefield.

I saw a young general walking out of the army. He was wearing shining armor and riding a majestic horse, shining brightly in the sun.

He walked up to Wen Zhong, bowed, and said respectfully:

"I, General Chao Lei, will obey the orders of the Grand Master!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of confidence and determination.

Wen Zhong nodded, looked at Chao Lei with satisfaction, waved his hand, and signaled Chao Lei that he could go forward and challenge.

Chao Lei rode on his warhorse, waving his spear, and galloped towards the enemy's city.

Behind him were the shouts of tens of thousands of soldiers and the beating of war drums, which seemed to make the entire North Sea coast tremble.

Chao Lei rode a black horse and galloped to a place not far from the city like lightning in the dark night.

He held a spear, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the sun, pointing at the rebellious enemy troops on the city wall.

Chao Lei pulled the reins, and the horse neighed loudly, raised its front hooves high, and then stopped steadily in place. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly with all his strength:

"Listen up, people in the city. I am Chao Lei, the vanguard officer under Grand Tutor Wen of the Great Shang! You have rebelled against the Great Shang and disturbed the world. You are truly guilty of a heinous crime!"

"You must surrender immediately to save your family's lives. If you refuse to change your ways and continue to resist, we will tear you to pieces once our army enters the city, leaving no one alive!"

At this time, all the seventy-two princes were in the city, some standing and some sitting, with different expressions. When they heard Chao Lei's voice, some of them looked panicked, while others looked disdainful.

At this time, Yuan Futong, who led the rebellion, stood on the city wall, his brows furrowed, and his eyes anxiously looked at the elegant and noble pharmacist beside him.

"Sir, Grand Master Wen has led a large army to the North Sea and has sent people to challenge us. How should we respond?"

There was a tremor in Yuan Futong's voice. He knew very well that Master Wen was an important official of the Shang Dynasty and a disciple of Jiejiao. He would definitely come with great force if he went on the expedition personally this time.

The pharmacist smiled slightly, and that smile revealed a hint of calmness and composure. He gently brushed his sleeves, as if brushing away the tense atmosphere around him.

He turned to Yuan Futong, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and spoke slowly:

"Don't panic, Lord Yuan. Although Grand Master Wen is strong, he is not invulnerable. You have already conquered three cities in a row and your morale is high. Just go and meet the enemy and I will take action."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Futong couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and respect in his heart.

Ever since he led his troops to rebel against Shang, the pharmacist has shown his extraordinary qualities. With the help of the pharmacist, he captured three cities in succession.

He knew very well that the pharmacist was not an ordinary person, but a cultivator of immortality, and was actually unfathomable. He was the key to the success of their rebellion.

"Thank you, sir. I will send my generals to meet the enemy right away!" Yuan Futong said respectfully.

After saying that, Yuan Futong turned around and waved to the generals behind him, arranging people to go forward to fight.

On this side, Chao Lei had not seen anyone from the city come out to fight, so he continued to shout loudly:

"You rebels, stop being stubborn! Open the city and surrender immediately, or I will kill you!"

Just as he finished speaking, the city gate suddenly opened slightly, and a figure rushed out of the city.

He was a middle-aged general in armor, riding a warhorse and holding a broadsword, rushing towards Chao Lei with great momentum.

When he reached Chao Lei, the middle-aged general suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, and the warhorse let out a long neigh. He stared with eyes wide open, pointed at Chao Lei and cursed:

"How dare you, ignorant boy, speak so arrogantly here! I am Ma Hu, a general under Lord Yuan. Today, I will let you know that my sword is not vegetarian!"

After saying that, Ma Hu waved the big knife in his hand, rode on his warhorse, and slashed towards Chao Lei fiercely. The knife light flashed, and it cut through the sky like lightning.

Chao Lei saw this and laughed instead of getting angry. He waved his spear lightly, and the sharp knife force was dissolved into nothingness.

He stared at Ma Hu, a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly:

"Humph, you are nothing but a clown! I will kill you in three moves!"

Chao Lei said coldly, his voice full of confidence and murderous intent. He swung his spear violently, and the tip of the spear drew a perfect arc in the air, piercing Ma Hu's throat.

Ma Hu was horrified and hastily swung his sword to block. However, Chao Lei's spear was as flexible as a snake, and it bypassed his sword in an instant and went straight to his vital point.

Ma Hu only had time to let out a scream before he was stabbed by Chao Lei and fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, the army led by Master Wen raised their arms and shouted, while the people on the city wall frowned and looked anxious.

"Who else dares to fight?"

Chao Lei shouted loudly, his voice full of dominance and majesty. His eyes swept over everyone on the city wall, as if to crush their courage.

Seeing this, Yuan Futong turned to look at the pharmacist and said anxiously:

"Sir, this..."

Before Yuan Futong could finish, the pharmacist interrupted:

"Marquis Yuan, why should you be anxious? This is just the beginning. If you don't let them have a taste of success, how can you let the enemy down and send someone to fight? This time, I will take action!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Futong had no choice but to do as he was told. He waved his hand and told the next person to go and fight.

Chao Lei waited for a while and saw another general walking out of the city gate. This general did not play by the rules and did not announce his identity. Instead, he attacked Chao Lei with a spear in his hand.

His spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, it pierced straight into Chao Lei's throat.

Chao Lei was startled, but immediately adjusted his state, holding his spear horizontally to block the opponent's attack.

The two men's weapons collided in the air, making a deafening noise.

The strong impact made Chao Lei feel a numbing sensation in his arm, but he didn't care. Instead, he observed the other party's movements more attentively.

For a moment, the two men were caught in a fierce battle. Spears flew in the air, and every collision made a deafening noise.

At this time, Chao Lei found the opponent's weakness and was ready to give him a fatal blow. In a flash, the pharmacist on the city wall waved his hands and a spell hit Chao Lei's head.

Chao Lei felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning. He lost his balance and fell heavily from his horse.

When the general saw Chao Lei fall to the ground, he took advantage of the situation and with a sudden force, the spear pierced Chao Lei's chest like lightning, killing him instantly.

In Wen Zhong's army, a burly general saw Chao Lei fall to the ground, and his eyes instantly burned with rage.

He rode his horse to Wen Zhong, knelt on his knees, clasped his fists and raised them above his head. His voice was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate the entire battlefield:

"Grandmaster, Chao Tian requests to fight! Kill the enemy general and avenge my brother Chao Lei!"

It turned out that this person was Chao Lei's brother Chao Tian, also a general under Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong raised his head slightly, his eyes like torches, swept across Chao Tian's angry face, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, you are allowed to go into battle. If the situation gets bad, retreat immediately!"

Chao Tian stood up, holding the spear tightly with both hands, with a determined light flashing in his eyes:

"Don't worry, Grand Master. I will kill the enemy general with the force of thunder and avenge my brother!"

After saying that, Chao Tian jumped on his horse, spurred the horse and rushed straight towards the city.

When the enemy general saw Chao Tian going out to fight, he also stepped forward and fought with him.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a fierce stage.

The two men's movements became faster and faster, and their attacks became more and more fierce.

Every confrontation seems like a life-and-death test, which is thrilling.

At this moment, the pharmacist hit Chao Tian with a spell, and like his brother, he fell off his horse. He was shot in the chest and died.

When Wen Zhong saw this scene, he realized that there must be a cultivator in the other camp, and his cultivation was higher than his. If it weren't for the two accidents, he would probably have found it difficult to detect it.

"It seems that this rebellion is indeed of great significance." Wen Zhong whispered to himself, with a hint of solemnity in his voice.

He raised his head and looked towards the top of the city wall, his eyes revealing a sharpness. He knew that the immortal cultivator was hiding there.

Wen Zhong frowned, waved his hand, and shouted to the army behind him:

"The army retreats ten miles, sets up camp, and temporarily waives the war banner!"

Following Wen Zhong's order, the Shang army began to retreat in an orderly manner. The sound of war drums gradually became lower and the flags swayed slowly in the wind, as if with a bit of unwillingness and helplessness.

Upon seeing this, the 72 princes under the city wall showed joy on their faces. They exchanged excited glances with each other, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Yuan Futong was even more excited. He quickly walked to the pharmacist, bowed deeply, and said respectfully:

"Thank you for your help, sir. With you here, we will definitely be able to bury Wen Zhong's teacher here."

The pharmacist smiled slightly, his eyes were deep and peaceful, as if he could see through everything. He waved his hand gently, indicating that Yuan Futong did not need to be polite, and then said lightly:

"Lord Yuan, you are too kind. I have only done my bit. Wen Zhong is a disciple of Jiejiao. He is not an ordinary person. We should not take him lightly."

After saying this, the pharmacist curled up the corners of his mouth into a smile, and quietly watched the Shang army retreat.

After hearing this, Yuan Futong nodded repeatedly in agreement.