Chapter 1687: A Complete Victory

Watching the corpse falling through the air, Zhang Xuan grabbed it with his palm and stored it in his storage ring.

When he had revealed his true form earlier, he had sealed the space below, preventing the soldiers engaged in battle from seeing what was happening above. Otherwise, if they learned that an outsider was trying to kill their grand commander, they would have shot him down from the sky before he succeeded.

Seeing that the corpse had not fallen and exposed the ruse, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at his clone before him and twitched his mouth.

Knowing that he alone could not defeat the two experts, Wumu and Boxin, he had his clone seal off the space and hide here in advance. While fighting, he lured the opponents over, and the plan worked perfectly.

But... no matter what, the opponents were super experts infinitely close to the Fourth Layer Saint Domain Perfection. He had thought that even if the clone ambushed them, it could at most hold them back while he seized an opportunity. He never expected that two punches would shatter their heads...

Could it be that this guy's strength had grown even stronger than before?

He had thought... that finally breaking through would allow him to teach the clone a lesson. Now it seemed that such thoughts were best abandoned...

Otherwise, he would surely end up with a face full of bumps, a miserable sight.

"Go down and continue to look for opportunities to ambush!"

Knowing that talking to the clone would only discourage him, Zhang Xuan leaped downward and in the blink of an eye arrived below the seal. By then, he had transformed into Wumu's appearance.

"Boxin has been executed on the spot! All troops, hear my command—charge! Annihilate them completely!"

His voice pierced through the clashing sounds of iron weapons and reached everyone's ears.

"Kill those bastards!"

"Let them taste our might!"

Hearing their grand commander personally give orders, the troops of Chenling Huang were all filled with high morale.

In contrast, the morale of the opposing side began to crumble.

What had been a stalemate soon tipped the balance.

On Chenxing Huang's side, more and more soldiers died, and some even began to flee.

But just as they were about to be overwhelmed and annihilated, a blood-soaked figure flew over from the sky.

"Haha! Killing me, Boxin, is not so easy! I faked my death to fool that guy and have now slain Wumu! Brothers, charge back! We, the men of Chenxing Huang, never admit defeat!"

The figure's voice was loud and clear. The Chenxing Huang troops, who had lost their fighting spirit, reignited their resolve upon hearing this. Gritting their teeth, they charged forward.

In the end, our grand commander won. Since that's the case, we cannot lose!

We will surely make them know our might...

On this side, morale soared; on the opposite side, there was only lamentation.

They had thought that with their grand commander's victory, they would surely win. Unexpectedly, it was Boxin who emerged victorious!

Moreover, without their commander and generals to lead them, the soldiers fell into chaos.

Soon, the tide of victory reversed.

On Chenxing Huang's side, momentum grew stronger, while the enemy began to flee.

Just as they were about to collapse, another figure appeared in the sky.

"You're not the only one who can fake death! I, Wumu, can too! My lads, in the end, I have won! Boxin is truly dead this time. Everyone, charge!"

Hearing the voice, everyone looked up and saw Wumu, who had supposedly died, appearing in the sky again, his face ferocious.

Soldiers on both sides: "???"

In a life-and-death battle between two sides, they could fake death repeatedly...

Was this even allowed?

How did this bloody battle feel like a child's play?

Most importantly... big brother, could you give a definite answer on who lives and who dies?

Doing this all the time makes our hearts so unsettled!

"Why aren't you moving? Boxin is truly slain by me! Hurry up and attack, or I'll execute you all for treason!"

Seeing everyone frozen in place, Wumu roared from the sky.

"Charge!"

Hearing their grand commander's stern order, Chenling Huang's side regained their fighting spirit and charged again.

Another bout of slaughter ensued, and victory seemed imminent.

"Haha, Wumu, you never expected me to fake death again, did you? To die at my, Boxin's, hands is not unjust for you... Everyone, listen to my command, counterattack! We must not let them leave alive!"

Boxin's figure appeared in the sky again.

"..." All the soldiers went mad.

Grand Commander, can you just die once and for all?

Dying and coming back to life, living and dying again... we really don't know what to do!

Our hearts are so tired!

For the first time, all soldiers wished their grand commander would truly die, rather than suddenly fake death, come back to life, and then be killed again...

"Almost done..."

Unlike the soldiers' breakdown, Zhang Xuan watched the hundred-thousand-strong army fight for a while longer until fewer than ten thousand remained. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

These ten thousand were all severely wounded. From the looks of it, they could no longer form a combined attack formation that would threaten him.

After waiting another half hour, the ten thousand were nearly exhausted, leaving fewer than five thousand. Only then did Zhang Xuan wave his hand.

The clone, Gold Origin Cauldron, Demonic Sword of Turmoil, Dragon Bone Divine Spear... all charged forward together.

These soldiers were only at Saint Domain Third or Fourth Layer, and all were heavily wounded. How could they withstand these super experts comparable to the Immortal Realm? In less than ten minutes, they were all slaughtered.

Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, Zhang Xuan finally felt relieved. His whole body went limp, and his head spun.

Although he hadn't exerted much effort in the fighting—the two sides had mostly slaughtered each other—constantly shifting forms and preventing discovery had drained his spirit.

Especially his soul force; it felt almost completely depleted.

Fortunately, he had succeeded!

Otherwise, if the enemy had discovered early that everything was his own orchestration, even if only ten thousand soldiers remained, they would have been far beyond his current strength to contend with.

Entering the folded space, he sat on the ground, took out treasures to replenish his power, and absorbed them madly for half an hour. Feeling somewhat recovered, his eyes lit up.

"Let's see how many treasures I've collected..."

This time, he had slain a hundred thousand troops of the Otherworldly Tribe and thwarted their plan to invade the Master Teacher Continent. Though this was a great merit, for him, it was far less significant than the material gains.

Not to mention the military supplies of the hundred-thousand-strong army—countless spirit stones beyond measure—just the treasures in the storage rings of the two grand commanders and dozens of Immortal Realm commanders exceeded the accumulated wealth of the Zhang and Luo families over tens of thousands of years.

"This blade is no less than the Demonic Sword of Turmoil... and this spear is probably a half-step Ancient Sage level treasure..."

Wumu's golden blade and Boxin's long spear were both on par with the Demonic Sword of Turmoil.

He circulated his true qi, transforming it into killing aura, and in no time, the two weapons fully acknowledged him as their master.

"Ghost-Slaying Mystic Blade, Cloud-Piercing Spear... two more weapons!"

"Let's see if there are any suitable cultivation methods. Although reaching the Great Sage level requires no unified technique, the Otherworldly Tribe's cultivation methods might provide insights. Stones from other hills can polish jade!"

Finding no better weapons, Zhang Xuan continued to examine the storage rings he had plundered.