Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain at any moment.

At the foot of Mount Tai, thousands of disciples from various sects had gathered, while countless tents were scattered along both sides of the mountain path.

A disciple reported: "The mountains and forests are full of those Japanese soldiers. They've used some unknown methods to make it impossible to gather any information."

Liao Huzi tapped his pipe and said, "Even the Ma family's methods can't detect it?"

Another disciple shook his head and chimed in, "Besides them, there isn't a single living thing there; it's like a dead land."

Zhang Jingqing glanced at the people around her and spoke.

"Just like last time, the places they were stationed at were burned with those white flames."

“Anything that can move will be burned to death, and its soul will be burned away.”

The Tang Sect Master spoke up.

"None of the disciples who went into the mountains came out again."

"It looks like they want us to take the main road."

Old Master Lu chuckled.

"They want us to take the main road, but we absolutely cannot let them have their way."

"We're about the same number of people, so we split into several teams to support each other and charge in together."

Zhang Yan nodded and spoke.

"The teams should not be too far apart. If they encounter a particularly tough challenge, they should immediately signal other teams to flank them."

"As for the main mountain trail, hehe, I'll bring a team to walk it."

As soon as these words were spoken, all eyes turned to Zhang Yan.

This main road is clearly a trap left by the samurai's mansion; there are definitely many tricks up their sleeves waiting for anyone who comes.

Zhang Yan actually took the initiative to choose the most difficult path and deliberately drew enemy fire; it's truly admirable.

"Haha, the younger generation is indeed formidable, but let us old men walk this main road."

Old Master Lu laughed and spoke.

Zhang Yan shook his head and said.

"Everyone, every team needs respected seniors like you. Gathering together to take the main road has instead fallen into the enemy's trap."

"Moreover, I am 90% confident that we can reach the top of the mountain directly from the main road."

"Our target is the daimyo of the samurai's mansion. No matter which path we take, as long as we kill him, we've won the majority of the battle."

After hearing Zhang Yan's words, the group exchanged glances and, recalling Zhang Yan's numerous military achievements, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

Apart from Zhang Yan, no one present dared to say they were confident they could reach the summit, let alone take the main road.

It's unbelievable that Zhang Yan has risen to his current position in just over a decade.

"Alright, let's split up the team today and attack the mountain tomorrow!"

"Okay, we'll attack the mountain tomorrow."

.......

Day two.

Zhang Yan led a group of people on the main road, swaggering along the path leading to the mountaintop.

Xu Xin spoke up, "Brother Zhang Yan, is it alright for us to walk there like this?"

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled and said, "This doesn't look like they're going to war; it looks more like they're going to the mountaintop for a stroll."

Zhang Yan smiled upon hearing their conversation and spoke up.

"This road is completely unobstructed, and with so many of us, we can't hide ourselves. We might as well show some presence."

“Xu Xin, if you feel awkward, you can use the Illusion Barrier.”

Upon hearing this, Dong Chang said, "Forget it. His illusion barrier works for a short time, but in the long run, he looks like a ghost."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. At that moment, the samurai opposite them charged towards them with their katana.

This epic battle has begun.

At the same time, several ninjas suddenly appeared from the ground, thrusting their shurikens straight at the people walking in front.

The Tang Clan was extremely familiar with such sudden attack methods. With a single thrust, Xu Xin's dagger pierced through the head of a ninja.

But the ninja did not die immediately; the shuriken still pierced his chest.

How can someone live so long?

Xu Xin looked at the short sword thrusting towards him and tried to pull out his hand dagger to dodge the attack, but his hand was grabbed by the other party.

puff!

Zhang Yan smashed the ninja's head, and the short sword in his hand fell limply to the ground.

"Everyone, find the other party's monks; they have ways to delay death."

Zhang Yan had seen this tactic before when dealing with Yamamoto's special forces team.

I later learned that this method came from monks at Koyaji Temple in Japan.

Chai Yan grabbed the sword blade, then his fist, glowing with golden light, smashed the other man's head open and spoke.

"Smash their heads, and the effect will be gone."

Lu Ci placed his hand on the ground and activated his Ruyi Jin. The ninja hidden underground died before he could even show himself.

"Since they've dug their own graves, let them die in them."

Lu Jin, with snow-white hair, grabbed the ninja's neck, snapped it, and threw him toward the charging samurai, speaking as she did so.

"It seems this road is really difficult to travel, Brother Zhang Yan. That monk is behind this group of warriors."

As everyone looked, they saw a monk wearing a straw hat behind the group of warriors, chanting incantations.

These Japanese devils are truly 'demons'; we won't encounter the monk who cast the spell until we've wiped them all out.

Zhang Yan saw a group of warriors rushing towards them and said to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Brother Zhiwei, don't you want to know just how advanced my Splitting Palm technique is?"

"These little devils will just give you a demonstration."

After saying that, Zhang Yan thrust out a palm.

A powerful force swept forward like a tidal wave, accompanied by a massive, almost tangible gale, advancing with unstoppable momentum.

The ground undulated like waves under the impact of this force, as if an earth dragon were rolling underground, and the enormous energy directly tore the earth apart.

Looking at the opposite side, the four or five people at the very front were directly smashed to pieces, while the warriors behind them were sent flying backwards to the sides.

The ninjas hidden underground were crushed into mincemeat by the pressure from the ground and never had a chance to emerge again.

At the very back, the monk stopped chanting and stared blankly at Zhang Yan.

He had no one to whom he could cast his spells, so even if he chanted until his lips were sore, it would be of no use.

One palm!

Break through the enemy lines and clear a path!

Zhang Zhiwei stared blankly at the path ahead for a few seconds before speaking to Zhang Yan.

"Is this still the 'Splitting Palm' technique?"

"Relying on powerful life cultivation to unleash a palm strike has almost transcended the realm of mere technique."

"Brother Zhang Yan, how about we give this palm strike a new name? How about 'Breaking Army'?"

Zhang Yan smiled and nodded, then smashed the stunned monk opposite him with a single palm strike and spoke.

“Brother Zhiwei, what a good name. From now on, this palm technique will be called ‘Po Jun’ (破军).

The group moved forward again, but after taking only a few steps, a melodious tune began to play.

The melody was dizzying to listen to, and some disciples who were focused on their external training even experienced hallucinations.

"It's that thing again. Everyone be careful. It doesn't work through hearing, but through the hair on your body."

Upon hearing the sound, Lü Ci immediately knew what it was.

He had barely finished speaking when the melody changed. White flames erupted on the ground, quickly spreading and engulfing everyone.

Someone in the group shouted.

"Any disciples of the Fire Virtue Sect? You're good at dealing with this thing."

"Yes, I am one, but this thing seems to be related to the soul, I..."

"You can't handle this? What are we going to do? We can't just let him burn alive like this."

Before they could finish speaking, more samurai appeared around them.

These warriors had a thin layer of qi on their bodies, which blocked the corrosion of the flames, and white flames burned on their swords.

It seems that the slow torture of Zhang Yan and his group by the flames is too inefficient; they want to finish off this group more quickly.

Zhang Yan looked at the somewhat flustered crowd and spoke.

"Don't panic, everyone. Although I'm not a disciple of the Fire Virtue Sect, I still know a little about playing with fire."

After saying that, he left his body and spoke to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Brother Zhiwei, please take a look at my physical body. It won't be long."

Zhang Yan's Yang Spirit slowly descended, landing directly on the white flames.

Everyone present was stunned by what they saw, and even the tune being played paused for a moment.

Isn't this white flame supposed to burn souls? How come he's completely unharmed?

He directly manifested his Yang spirit; can't even burn his soul?

If someone hadn't been touched by the flames earlier, and the fire hadn't been stopped only by the meat falling from the bowl, both sides would have questioned the power of the flames.

Zhang Yan's spirit moved through the flames, and wherever he passed, the white flames gradually turned fiery red and retreated outwards.

The red flames spread rapidly, engulfing the warriors' bodies and instantly igniting huge fires.

The flames enveloped them tightly, and their vital energy had lost its protective function at this moment.

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

With the monks' blessing, the fire figures seemed to feel no pain and rushed forward.

But as the flames burned, they screamed in agony.

This is pain from the soul.