Rumble! Zhao Fengchen's body rumbled as vast amounts of Stellar Energy madly surged through it, moving faster and faster. Zhao Fengchen's aura was also getting stronger and stronger.
When the Stellar Energy reached its maximum speed, there was a heaven-shaking boom. In a flash, a vast amount of green energy surged out of Zhao Fengchen's head.
Looking from afar, the cyan Essence Qi pierced through the roof of the palace, majestically connecting the entire world. That Essence Qi gave people a feeling of steel and iron, extremely heavy. Even the entire ground in the northwest corner of the palace was slightly trembling.
After some time, that vast amount of energy slowly dissipated and everything returned to normal. At the same time, within the hall, Zhao Fengchen slowly opened his eyes.
"Alas, I was still lacking a little bit …"
A bright light flashed through Zhao Fengchen's eyes as he slowly retracted his energy and descended to the ground.
Clang! Zhao Fengchen extended his palm, and the WuZi Steel saber on his back immediately buzzed as if it had a life of its own and returned to Zhao Fengchen's palm. Feeling the heavy weight of the saber in his hand, as well as the movement of the saber along with his breathing, a prideful smile appeared on Zhao Fengchen's face.
Earth's Scar!
This was the name of the WuZi Steel saber that Wang Chong had forged for him.
The Zhao Clan had an extremely powerful and ancient technique that had been passed down from generation to generation. Other than members of the Zhao Clan, no one else was able to cultivate it. But even so, cultivating this ancient technique of the Zhao Clan was filled with difficulties. In the Zhao Clan, only those with a special bloodline had the right to cultivate it.
And Zhao Fengchen was the only person in the last one hundred years who had this right. But because this technique was so tyrannical, almost no saber or sword in the capital met Zhao Fengchen's requirements. The treasured sabers and swords of the great clans were unable to endure the tyrannical Stellar Energy and shattered before Zhao Fengchen could even cultivate half of the technique.
He had only heard of the treasured sabers and swords of the capital being shattered, but he had never heard of them being shattered. One could easily imagine how tyrannical the technique that Zhao Fengchen cultivated was.
This was the reason why Zhao Fengchen had been purchasing a large number of sabers and swords in the capital. Yet, the results left Zhao Fengchen disappointed again and again. Until he met Wang Chong and this Earth's Scar.
It was due to this saber that Zhao Fengchen was able to break through his bottleneck and bring out his incredible talent in martial arts. In just a short year, he had advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching his current astounding level and becoming a Grand Marshal of the Imperial Army. Zhao Fengchen's gratitude toward Wang Chong was unimaginable!
"I'm afraid it'll take a long time before I can break through to the rank of General!"
Zhao Fengchen thought. He had reached the Brigadier General level a long time ago, and after that, he had put all his strength into breaking into the Great General level. Alas, he had failed again and again. The gap between a Great General and a peak Brigadier General didn't seem very large, but Zhao Fengchen was well aware that reaching the Great General level wasn't that simple. It wasn't something that could be achieved through hard work or thick Stellar Energy.
Flapflap! As he was thinking, he suddenly heard the flapping of wings. With a single thought from Zhao Fengchen, peng! Without any movement, the door to the hall immediately opened, and a black eagle flew in.
"It's a letter from the Grand Marshal!"
Zhao Fengchen glanced at the eagle, a thought flitting through his mind as he opened the letter on its leg. Zhao Fengchen glanced at it, and after a moment of surprise, he gave a knowing smile.
"Wang Chong, it seems like we'll be meeting very soon."
Zhao Fengchen faintly smiled as he walked out of the hall.
"Pass on my order! All soldiers of the Xuanwu Army, prepare to move out! "
A moment later, following Zhao Fengchen's orders, the most unique unit of the hundred thousand Imperial Army soldiers in the royal capital began to move.
Rumble!
Several hours later, the west gate of the Imperial Palace, the two doors that had never been opened before, suddenly opened with a loud bang. Immediately after, the earth trembled like sifting chaff, as if many invisible giant hands were hitting the ground. In the blink of an eye, a black tide surged out from behind the massive gate, the tens of thousands of black-armored Imperial soldiers howling out.
Unlike the other Imperial soldiers, the armor of this unit was of a different design. It exuded a dignified, solemn, and incomparably heavy aura. Each set of armor seemed to be at least twice as heavy as the other Imperial soldiers. Just wearing this set of armor would require an enormous amount of energy, and there was no need to even mention fighting.
But these black-armored Imperial soldiers seemed to feel nothing.
Rumble! Eight thousand black-armored Imperial soldiers rode out of the gate. At that moment, the world fell silent. Birds and beasts disappeared, and even the bugs on the ground seemed to bury themselves, not daring to make a sound.
"This is … how come I've never seen this Imperial Army before?"
"What a powerful aura! These fellows are very formidable!"
"Shh! Don't say anything! Can't you see the look in their eyes? "
… …
The peddlers and commoners who saw this sight cried out in alarm and began to back away. After living in the capital for so long, everyone knew the Imperial Army of the Imperial Palace like the back of their hands. But no one had ever seen this unit of the Imperial Army before. They had never even heard of it before.
But despite the clamor of the crowd, the eight thousand black-armored Imperial soldiers maintained absolute silence. As they advanced, not a single sound could be heard other than the galloping of their horses.
Bzzz! In just a few moments, the eight thousand black-armored Imperial soldiers had vanished from the city like ghosts.
… …
At the same time, on the Imperial Heaven Pillar Mountain, one hundred li from the capital … "Rumble!" At the back of the mountain, a hidden stone door opened. A moment later, an army of more than four thousand people slowly walked out of the mountain. These four thousand soldiers had pale faces, but their bodies exuded a storm of energy that was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.
If one were to look carefully, one would discover that with every step those people took, they would leave behind deep blade and sword scars. Moreover, these four thousand soldiers all had the same aura. It was clear that they were undergoing the same training and cultivating the same technique.
The four thousand soldiers all had the same expression on their faces as if they were one person, and they exuded an indescribable intimidating aura.
It didn't take long for all four thousand soldiers to gather and remain motionless.
"Soldiers are trained for a thousand days to be used in a single moment. I presume that all of you understand what today represents."
Wang Chong's little uncle, Wang Mi, stood at the stone door, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the soldiers.
"Eight months have passed. Now is the time for all of you to come out and test your skills. It is time for all of you to show the world and the enemy your abilities! Do you understand? "
The loud and clear voice resounded in the air above the entire mountain.
"Yes!!"
The four thousand soldiers got down on one knee and lowered their heads in unison. Bzzz! Buzz! The air trembled, and in the instant that the four thousand people shouted, their auras merged together like a hundred rivers flowing into the ocean. And above the four thousand soldiers, the Essence Qi converged and formed the phantom of a huge broadsword over ten zhang tall.
The broadsword was incomparably large and sharp, so sharp that it seemed as if it could split the world in half.
Wang Mi nodded in satisfaction at this scene. Wang Mi recalled something that Wang Chong had told him a long time ago when they first started training this army.
"Little Uncle, this army is very important to me! This scroll contains their cultivation technique. After you take it, have them practice it day and night. Don't touch any other cultivation technique. I hope that in the future, we can train a new type of army in this world. At some important occasion, I will use them. Little Uncle, please! "
In that scene, Wang Chong stood in front of a bamboo forest, his expression unprecedentedly solemn.
At that moment, Wang Mi seemed to be infected and involuntarily nodded his head. At the time, Wang Mi still didn't understand what Wang Chong meant. It was only much later, when Wang Mi had trained this army to a certain level and even participated in their training, that Wang Mi finally understood what Wang Chong meant.
Wang Mi had actually handed over a powerful troop with especially sharp offensive power to him for him to train in High Emperor Heavenly Pillar Mountain. And now, it was finally time to reap the fruits.
Hiss!
Wang Mi took in a deep breath and quickly regained his composure.
"Prepare armor for them. In three days, prepare to set out!"
Wang Mi said without turning his head.
"Yes, Milord!"
An instructor of the Heavenly Pillar Mountain replied.
Several hours later, the four thousand troops were all neatly dressed. Like a storm, they swept down from the Pillar of Heavens Mountains and headed northwest.
"Chong-er, this is as far as your uncle can help you. I've already finished training this Divine Prison Army for you. Consider it a gift from your uncle. The rest is up to you!"
Halfway up the mountain, Wang Mi gazed at the departing army for a long time.
… …
Time slowly passed, and as the eight thousand black-armored Xuanwu Army trained by Zhao Fengchen and Li Lin and the four thousand Divine Prison Army trained by Wang Chong's little uncle set out for the Western Regions, the entire capital fell silent. While everyone was fast asleep, few people knew that in a certain place in the capital, outside the most special and revered 'Su Residence' of the Tang Dynasty, more than four thousand people dressed in simple clothes were silently waiting with their heads lowered.
This residence had more than one hundred years of history, and many places were already showing signs of decay. However, for the military and all the soldiers, this was a true holy land.
This was where the legendary War God So Jung-son of the Tang Dynasty resided.
As the night deepened, the air began to chill.
The four thousand people dressed in thin clothes remained motionless, afraid that they would disturb that person in the residence. Even the sound of everyone's breathing was suppressed. When the cold wind blew, there was no sound at all.
He stood outside the wall for an unknown amount of time. Finally —
"Come in!"
An elderly voice came from the residence. It was flat and indifferent, like any other old man on the street. Creak. Along with that old voice, the side door of the Su Mansion suddenly opened. Among the four thousand people, a few figures finally couldn't help but raise their heads. Their faces were flushed, and their eyes were filled with excitement and agitation.
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