Origin Paradise!

—Legendary-level Dragon Spear Technique: Thousand Mountains Snow.

Three thousand arcs of sword light, like meteors crashing into the battle formation, struck the Nine-Headed Tiger, whose face was pale and who turned around tremblingly. In an instant, all his personal guards lost their heads, and blood gushed out, creating a scene resembling hell.

When the newcomer reined in his horse and removed his bronze mask, the nine-headed tiger laughed as if he were crying.

—A terrestrial immortal, the Prince of Yong of Qingzhou.

Such a handsome face, almost ethereal, could only be found in the eyes of the Prince Yong, a member of the imperial clan who was considered the most beautiful woman in the world.

"The common people pay their respects to the prince."

"Summon your troops to surrender."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life."

"Kill them all, and you'll live, and you can choose whether to stay or leave."

Jiang He turned and waved his hand, and the white giant snake immediately disappeared. This move was mainly to catch the enemy off guard. Once the news spread, it might not be as effective next time. After all, the land immortals and the army that controlled the demon soldiers could still cause serious damage to the snake's body, and he didn't intend to let Aya participate in any bloody battles.

Chapter 575 Swinging Left and Right

The southern barbican of Xuancheng.

As the last surrendering troops entered, the heavy gates slowly closed. Twenty-four thousand people were crammed into the barbican, densely packed together. The various bandit generals looked around, their faces showing some vigilance, but even more so, anticipation.

According to Nine-Headed Tiger, the government troops have accepted their surrender on the condition that they lay down their weapons and be reorganized. The new Nine-Headed Army will be formed, and officials will be granted to each of them, starting with the commander-in-chief.

For the bandits, being granted amnesty was clearly one of the better options, especially in the event of defeat.

It is worth mentioning that although Jiu Tou Hu was the leader of this band of bandits and had considerable prestige, nearly 10,000 bandits still managed to escape from Xuancheng in the chaos and disappeared into Jiu Tou Mountain in the north. The mountain was high and the forests were deep, and the person had no intention of pursuing them.

On the top of the barbican wall.

Nine-Headed Tiger's face turned deathly pale. He pounded his fists on the wall, and then, as if his soul had been pulled away, he knelt down on the ground, completely powerless.

"General Tiger, where are you?!"

"Chief, it's too crowded here!"

"Brother Tiger, the brothers are still hungry."

As time passed, the bandits in the barracks gradually became uneasy. Several important generals had already sensed something was wrong, but when they saw thousands of warhorses appearing around them, their unease slowly subsided. Warhorses were more valuable than soldiers, and no government army would refuse to incorporate them, especially since warhorses had been scarce in the Jiangnan region since ancient times.

The nine-headed tiger's eyes were filled with tears, and it was as if it was about to grind its teeth to dust.

I'm so sorry!

Suddenly, the black-feathered youth waved his hand in front of the Wengcheng Pavilion.

Between the battlements of the barbican, one after another, fierce soldiers rose up, their expressions menacing, showing absolutely no mercy.

"Fire arrows!"

The longbow points downwards, the bowstring like a crescent moon.

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows fell to the ground, their killing efficiency being particularly noticeable against dense, unarmed prey.

The sudden change occurred. The 24,000 bandits were like trapped beasts. The gray city walls closed in on their heads, forming a cramped sky. A general looked up at the black shadows moving between the battlements, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. The rusty sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Nine-Headed Tiger, you'll die a horrible death!"

A dense rain of arrows tore through the night. As wave after wave fell, many bandits who tried to resist were pinned to the rammed earth wall by iron arrows, their blood flowing like streams along the wall's texture.

Some bandits staggered backward, only to crash into the already closed Wanshi Gate. The crowd clung to the cold iron gate, howling, the blood seeping from their fingers staining the copper rings a dark purple.

In reality, the evil soldiers' shooting was not particularly fierce; these were all the Great Khan's prey.

"Nine-Headed Tiger, you shameless scoundrel, may you be struck by lightning!"

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Brother Tiger, it hurts so much!"

Jiang He stood on the battlement, her holy wings outstretched, and 10,800 feathers fell one after another, repeatedly, with countless streams of light falling like a torrential downpour, leaving no room for retreat.

As the feather pierced the bandit's chest, sticky entrails were pulled out, and the dying screams mixed with the sound of air being torn apart echoed continuously. Dozens of experts of the third realm desperately climbed the city wall, but a petite white figure ran back and forth, killing them one after another.

A one-sided slaughter lasting a full hour.

As night fell completely, blood had already overflowed the threshold of the barbican, and the blood-stained and tattered battle flags fluttered in the wind, like shrouds for countless bandits.

"Check the firing, fire!" Wuhe coldly ordered.

Jiang He turned around and went to the thorny recliner in front of the city gate. Zhuang Ya held a wine cup in her small hands and thoughtfully handed her a cup of divine blood wine.

Whoosh whoosh!

The arrows continued to fall, killing the bandits who were feigning death.

The capture of Xuancheng provided Anse's army with a large amount of reserves.

"Stop killing!"

The nine-headed tiger stumbled over, weeping bitterly.

"Your Highness, please stop killing."

Jiang He raised an eyebrow, put down his wine cup, and said, "You're the one who gathered these people, so what's the point of putting on a show of respect now?"

Nine-Headed Tiger's eyes were bloodshot as he said in a hoarse voice, "I regret it."

Jiang He narrowed her eyes and said, "You can stay or leave as you please. While my promise still stands, don't get in my way."

Click!

Wuhe turned his head, and Zhuang Ya drew the Imperial Sword.

Nine-Headed Tiger raised his giant axe. As a general of the Great Shun Army, he had neither outstanding command ability nor accurate judgment. His only strength was worth noting. At this moment, the aura of a fourth-level sub-hero was fully revealed.

"I'm going to kill you to avenge my brothers."

Not far away, Wuhe chuckled upon hearing this. The biggest problem with the bandits was precisely this: their territory and military strength were secondary. The key to their easy defeat lay in their lack of a clear, unified, and long-term objective.

In most cases, bandits become outlaws because they can't survive, while those who conquer cities and seize territories do so for gold, silver, and beautiful women. Once they have everything, the satisfied desires begin to backfire, causing them to stagnate, decline from their peak, and ultimately become the experience of those who come after them.

That is, "to be the vanguard of the king".

Out of fear of death, Nine-Headed Tiger chose to betray.

Out of guilt, he chose to die.

Wuhe rarely spoke up to comfort him, saying, "General Hu, don't be too emotional. Even if the boss's promise falls on you, it's not something you can just throw away."

The nine-headed tiger remained silent, its eyes resolute.

The next moment, the phantom of a nine-headed, striped tiger appeared around him, its face ferocious.

In the Four Realms and Myriad Phenomena, when one ascends to the body of a hero, various extraordinary physical constitutions will awaken depending on the secret techniques used. However, if one is born with a certain physical constitution, then the advancement process will be significantly easier.

The Nine-Headed Tiger was born with the Yang Tiger Physique, possessing divine strength and wielding the power of nine tigers. In the realm of strength-based physiques, it is second only to the Dragon-Elephant Physique of the second son of the King of Pingxi of Yizhou.

Roar!

Nine tigers roared in unison, their sounds echoing like rolling waves.

The nine-headed tiger charged forward, shattering the bricks and stones on the city wall. All the tiger phantoms converged on the giant axe, and the secret technique "Tiger's Rushing Flow" was unleashed with all its might. He gripped the handle with both hands and slashed vertically with all his might. The axe blade was wrapped with wisps of qi, as sharp as a knife.

"Prince Yong is not a true immortal on land."

“He is very strong, but he will not be able to kill Yuan Changling without getting hurt.”

"As long as I can hit the target, I'm absolutely guaranteed to win..."

My thoughts stopped abruptly.

The anger and resentment on the nine-headed tiger's face cooled down, and fear returned.

A dozen steps away, Jiang He raised her right hand.

Having just slaughtered countless people, including those from Yangzhou City and the city of Burning Sky, the three-headed celestial dragon pattern now flowed across his body.

When he flicked his finger, the power of the Triple Heavenly Dragon surged forth like a raging torrent. Pure power surged forth, and the swirling dragon of energy struck the Nine-Headed Tiger, instantly destroying the heavy axe and the secret technique.

The phantom of the nine tigers dissipated instantly, and the bandit leader's muscular body shattered immediately. The blood-red mist mixed with the raging torrents, advancing several miles along the city wall, shearing off three layers of bricks and stones, and finally bursting out of the city wall, detonating a deafening explosion in mid-air.

Just one hit.

The aftershocks alone had already torn apart the enormous city gate tower.

The nine-headed tiger's remains were nowhere to be found, and the wide horse path on the city wall was shattered as if it had been caught in a tornado.

[Hint: You have achieved a victory in a war involving tens of thousands of players (2/3) - Joint Promotion Mission]

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Jiang He stood up and went to the front of the battlements, stretching out his palm. The pitch-black gluttonous light seemed to flow continuously like a river.

Black light engulfed the corpses scattered on the ground, and the 24,000 bandits of Xuancheng dispersed and regrouped.

Each Anse Iron Cavalryman requires a pair of vicious soldiers and skeletal warhorses; in the blink of an eye, four thousand Iron Cavalrymen were born.

“One hundred skeleton dragon riders will serve as guards, and two hundred Anse Iron Cavalry will be assigned to the rabble as scouts.”

Jiang He thought to himself, in this way, after replenishment and recovery, the number of cavalry under his command would reach six thousand, and they would be well-equipped. Gluttony had a unique advantage in this regard.

"All of you, enter the gate of gluttony."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gate to a new realm rose from the ground, and the cavalrymen entered the blessed land of the heavens one after another to begin their training.

Jiang He turned and headed towards the edge of the city, preparing to continue activating the time loop to restore the outer walls of Xuancheng.

……

Half a day later.

"Report from the west: Xuancheng has fallen!"

"General Hu has died in battle, and the Xuancheng army has been annihilated!"

Inside Yangzhou City, in Kangtai County, at the central command tent of the Da Shun army.

A peak-level Beacon Fire Captain, holding his token high, charged into the main tent.

In fact, news of General Hu and the Xuancheng army's annihilation had already arrived half an hour earlier. The shouts along the way at this moment were simply to "make it public."

Inside the military tent, the Great Shun King sat at the head of the table, with a large chair on each side. The chairs were empty, but swords were hung on them. Even though the two terrestrial immortals were not present, they were still presented with the corresponding dignity.

"The birth of a true dragon is the greatest absurdity in the world."

The Great Shun King was about thirty years old, in his prime. He spoke sarcastically, but his eyes were quite serious. Regardless of whether it was real or fake, he would not admit that a real dragon had appeared in the enemy camp. Even if it was right in front of him, it was just an illusion.

Below the throne, a young man dressed as a scholar gently waved a painted fan in his hand and said, "Your Majesty's words are pertinent, but Xuancheng is a vital point on the western route. Our army is currently marching north to Yangzhou. If the enemy cavalry were to cut off our supply lines and disrupt our rear when our main force attacks the city, I would be willing to die a thousand deaths to atone for my sins."

The King of Da Shun nodded and looked down.

"This humble general requests to fight!" A general stepped forward, who was none other than an elder-level expert from the Sun Moon Demonic Sect.

"This humble general is willing to lead three thousand light cavalry to slay the enemy chieftain!"

Another person stepped forward. As a player who had been promoted to the sub-hero level, Mo Ju was extremely confident. The giant guild, Mo Shu City, was best at seizing cities and destroying strongholds. His hundred-member guild was a third-tier branch. If it could maintain its current strength when it was promoted to the hero era, it might be promoted to one of the main branches.

The generals all volunteered for battle. Regardless of their true intentions, they had to express their stance at this moment. After all, it would have been impossible for the enemy to bypass the military camps along the way and accurately capture Xuancheng without inside help.

"it is good!"

"Elder Yue, General Mo."

"I will immediately muster 100,000 troops. You shall march westward. All generals under my command shall be selected from among 100 of those holding miscellaneous ranks."

The King of Da Shun loudly ordered the deployment of 100,000 troops, and it was expected that the entire western army would be mobilized. The troops stationed in the five prefectures of Yang and Xiang would have to break camp and set up camp.

As soon as he finished speaking, the military tent fell silent.

The scholar-strategist suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, the enemy has captured Xuancheng with only two thousand cavalry. Their leader must be extraordinary. I have often heard that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and this is certainly the case now."

The Great Shun King lowered his eyes; of course he knew this principle.

But with the Battle of Yangzhou imminent, the enemy that occupied Xuancheng was ultimately just a detachment. He couldn't possibly mobilize all of the Shun army and recklessly fight the detachment to the death.

Whether the enemy will flee at that time is another matter, but the Battle of Yangzhou is a matter of Xie An'nan's life. The aristocratic families, the Demonic Sect, and the Prince of Pingxi's Mansion will not agree to it, and may immediately cut off their support.

It's not that I'm unwilling, but that I'm unable to.

The fact that the entire western army was mobilized already shows the utmost respect for the true dragon.