Chapter 142: One Man Defeats an Army and Subdues Thousands of People (One More Chapter)

"How is this possible?!!"

Shocked, puzzled, doubtful, daunted... and terrified.

The result of the battle witnessed by his own eyes made Hou Hua, the eldest son of the Black Mountain Legion Commander, look constantly changing.

However, in the end, he was terrified and did not stop. Instead, he waved his robe and gritted his teeth to give the order to charge.

"Black Mountain Army, charge!"

"Roar!"

Unlike the second son, the eldest son Hou Hua's strength is at the peak of the innate, only one step away from the master.

And as a legitimate son, he is obviously more valued, and therefore, the legion he leads is not heavy infantry, but heavy armored cavalry.

Not only is the cavalry stronger than the infantry as a whole, the war horses they ride are red-scaled horses with some monster blood.

More than 10,000 knights, equipped with more than 10,000 horses, they charge, like a mountain torrent bursting and an earthquake coming.

The earth is shaking in their charge.

The fierce charge, for a moment, gives people an unstoppable feeling.

Seeing this, the Yunxiao Sect monks, who had just experienced a battle and had not yet breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again.

Some people, because of the actions of the eldest son Hou Hua, thought that the Black Mountain Army had surrendered to the other side.

Yue Qianqian, on the other hand, looked at it for a while, then retracted the flying sword and withdrew it into the scabbard.

Then, she looked at Zhong Cang with a complicated look for a while, and said lightly: "This army has no murderous intent. They are not charging with the idea of ​​siege or even fighting."

Hearing this, Zhong Cang instantly understood something.

"Deterrence?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, according to what I heard, the dynasties in this world are all fence-sitters, wavering between us and the Wanling Demon Sect, asking for benefits from both sides. Now, they should be anxious to see the failure of the Demon Sect, and want to deter us and prevent us from breaking the balance."

After the words fell, the monk who analyzed looked at Zhong Cang respectfully, and asked with a fist.

"Brother Zhong, what should we do?"

Not only the monk who analyzed looked over, but the others also looked at Zhong Cang, waiting for his decision.

This kind of thing, standing still and saying nothing, but becoming the focus of everyone, also represents Zhong Cang's current status and prestige.

To be honest, before this battle, although Zhong Cang had obtained some leadership rights in the team due to his status as an inner disciple and his strength in the middle stage of the eighth level of Qi training.

But at that time, this team did not all obey him. Yue Qianqian and the others were able to compete with him for leadership.

Even because of Zhong Cang's previous reputation of "avoiding war" and "cowardice", the Yunxiao Sect cultivators were more willing to listen to Yue Qianqian than Zhong Cang.

However, this concept was shattered in the battle just now.

One step forward, three thousand people knelt down. This alone was enough to make people palpitate and make them respect Zhong Cang.

Afterwards, Zhong Cang, who was in harmony with the heart of heaven, showed all kinds of terrifying abilities.

Gravity crushing, gravitational traction, magic control... one terrifying ability after another, the behavior of making the opponent's magic run wild at a glance, shocked the three views of all the cultivators.

"Is this the ability of the Qi Refining Stage?"

After the impact, there was ecstasy and peace of mind.

The great power of the cultivators belongs to themselves, but because of this, they agree more with the concept of respecting the strong.

Especially in war, having such a powerful commander can make them more likely to survive.

Afterwards, Zhong Cang hid behind them and assisted everyone with the third vision and God mode, which made their respect for Zhong Cang even higher.

"Strong but not arrogant, such a peerless genius, not showing off himself, but willing to assist us, not letting us die... I will follow such a senior brother!"

Ordinary cultivators have this idea, and the rescued cultivators look at Zhong Cang, even more like looking up to their reborn parents, which makes Zhong Cang's prestige rise to the extreme for a while, and therefore, everyone is waiting for his decision.

And Zhong Cang, who is looked up to by everyone, can also feel that no matter what decision he makes, his fellow brothers will follow.

This also makes Zhong Cang feel heavy, and makes him determined.

Looking at the charging knights in the distance, Zhong Cang sighed and shook his head:

"I'm sorry..."

The reason for the apology is that Zhong Cang knows that the behavior of the Black Mountain Legion cannot be called wrong.

And the behavior of the Yunxiao Sect cannot be called justice.

This is their world, their home, and the resources here are also theirs who grew up here.

The arrival of the Yunxiao Sect is to plunder their resources.

Therefore, their resistance can be called justice.

Unfortunately, reality is not a fairy tale. There is no black and white, and there is no justice that must win. What there is is that weakness is the original sin.

"The exploration of the lower realm is the general trend of the Beiyuanzhou region. If others explore and the Yunxiao Sect does not move, within 30 years, we will be the weak ones."

"And weakness is the original sin. I don't want to die, and I don't want the sect to fail, so I'm sorry!"

After the last sorry, Zhong Cang's eyes rolled up, his pupils were pure white, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

In this state, Zhong Cang was as cold and ruthless as the sky.

Looking at the opposite side in this state, Zhong Cang raised his right foot and stepped forward slowly...

Seeing this scene, many of the fellow disciples surrounding Zhong Cang showed ecstasy.

Some people were so excited that they shivered all over.

"Hiss..."

"It's coming!"

"Are we going to see that move again!"

All the Yunxiao Sect monks were ecstatic about the scene they were about to witness.

Such a scene also made Hou Hua, the eldest son of the Black Mountain Legion, know that his deterrence plan had failed.

He wanted to charge with thousands of troops and use the unrivaled power of the heavy cavalry to scare the monks, so that they would not dare to be too intimidating to them.

But now, the look on the monk's face told him that those people were not afraid, but were looking forward to something.

"Well, I know that monks are not so easily intimidated... But, what are they expecting?"

The reluctance and doubt in his heart made Hou Hua lead his army to continue charging while widening his eyes and searching the front.

He didn't search for a long time, and soon he saw Zhong Cang, whose pupils were pure white and devoid of any emotion.

The moment he met those cold and heartless eyes, a tremor of fear and heart palpitations broke out in Hou Hua's heart.

"Danger!"

"You can't be your enemy."

In Hou Hua's eyes, Zhong Cang, whose eyes turned white, could no longer be called a 'human', but a 'god' like a mountain or the sky!

Zhong Cang's steps lifted up and fell down, like a god executing divine punishment.

This scene made him couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to stop his men's charge.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Rumble..."

This is the sound of thousands of horses galloping and the earth shaking.

This sound is powerful and passionate, like the roar of a mountain torrent or the roar of the waves, giving people an unrivaled power, as if any creature in front can be torn apart by heavy-armed cavalry.

And they can really do it.

Cavalry, especially heavy cavalry, was the god of war in ancient feudal society.

When mobilized, they can crush any enemy.

Unfortunately, at this moment, they are not dealing with 'human beings'.

"Buzz..."

This soft sound was the sound of Zhong Cang's right foot landing.

This voice is very light, very light.

But as Zhong Cang lowered his right foot, a surprising scene appeared.

The soft sound of falling footsteps suppressed the sound of thousands of troops galloping.

The trembling ground also calmed down with Zhong Cang's foot.

At this time, the panic in Hou Hua's heart also reached the extreme.

"No!!!"

He subconsciously roared to stop him, but unfortunately, he was so weak that he couldn't stop him at all.

When Zhong Cang's right foot fell, the world became silent.

The next moment, "Rumble...", an even louder sound appeared in the array of galloping armies.

But this time, the mighty sound no longer gave people the feeling of being invincible.

On the contrary, it makes people feel miserable.

...The majestic gravity suddenly fell. Under the mountain-like gravity, the charging soldiers all fell to the ground as if they had been crushed by the sky.

But this time, the army led by Hou Hua was even more miserable than the army led by the second son.

As for the reasons, one is that Zhong Cang is no longer hiding. This time he releases the gravity technique with the assistance and blessing of a giant mountain tortoise.

Another reason is that the eldest son Hou Hua led the cavalry.

Compared with infantry, cavalry is faster and has stronger impact.

But because of this, the sudden pressure of gravity had a greater impact on them.

The magnificent galloping horses almost all had their legs broken under the sudden gravity.

The soldiers on horseback were even thrown off because their horses stumbled.

Suddenly, thousands of troops galloping turned into silence.

"Crack, click, click..."

More than ten thousand horses were all crippled by Zhong Cang's pressure.

The soldiers wearing heavy armor also fell due to gravity and were all seriously injured.

The tragic casualties caused the whole land to wail for a while.

This scene also made the intact Xiantian martial artist and the leader Hou Hua feel angry.

"Asshole, what did you do..."

The comrade's injuries were so severe that Hou Hua's anger dispersed Hou Hua's reason, causing him to roar at Zhong Cang and charge towards Zhong Cang with a lance in hand.

"Buzz..."

Then, he too fell.

There was no sustained suppression of the seriously injured cavalry troops, and the gravity field was closed as soon as it was released.

Soon, Zhong Cang, whose body was in harmony with the earth, turned his gaze to Hou Hua, and let the mountain-like gravity condense into one point and press on him.

Under this condensed gravity, the monks in the late stages of Qi training were unable to move.

Hou Huawan, who was just an innate martial artist, couldn't bear it even more.

Like an ant, he was easily pinned to the ground by Zhong Cang as he charged, unable to even get up.

From a high position, Tianxin Zhong Cang looked down ruthlessly at Hou Hua, the eldest son of the Black Mountain Legion, and said indifferently:

"You're angry."

Hou Hua was indeed angry before, but he was overthrown by Zhong Cang, and when he looked into his pure white pupils again, the courage in his heart disappeared completely as if cold water had been poured on him.

However, after all, he was a general who had gone through the battlefield. Although he was crushed by Zhong Cang's unreasonable strength, and even more afraid of Zhong Cang's ability to defeat thousands of armies with a single thought, he did not beg for mercy in embarrassment, but laughed miserably.

"Daomen, ahem... Do you want to completely break with the Black Mountain Army and become completely enemies of the Daxuan Dynasty?"

These words did not change Zhong Cang's expression in Tianxin state at all. He just said indifferently:

"First of all, even if the Montenegro Army is destroyed by us, our emperor will not dare to completely turn against us."

"Secondly, I am not your enemy, but your Black Mountain Army that is provoking my Yunxiao Sect."

"First, you sent a large army to cooperate with the Demon Sect in an ambush, and then there were 10,000 people charging. You Black Mountain Army really regarded my Yunxiao Sect as nothing."

"I want to know, who gave you the courage to dare to do this... the 200,000 troops in the Black Prison City? Or your master-level legion commander."

Speaking of this, Zhong Cang's pure white eyes, the indifferent color dissipated a little.

However, this did not make Hou Hua feel relieved, and the fear in his heart became even worse.

Zhong Cang, who showed a trace of humanity, asked with interest like a child watching ants:

"Also, I want to know one more thing-can I kill all these 200,000 Black Mountain Army by myself?"

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