"No! This junior truly does have some ability. Elder Fang and I pursued him the entire time, but in the end, he used the strength of an army of tens of thousands to stop us, allowing him to escape. "
The Evil Emperor indifferently said, as if he was speaking of a trifling matter.
Dusong Mangpoje was a renowned Ouzan Great General, the Eagle of the Plateau, and one of the few peak Saint Martial experts, but in the mouth of the Evil Emperor, he was simply a 'junior'. But even so, Wang Chong did not feel that there was anything wrong with this.
Although Dusong Mangpoje was also an existence at the peak of the Saint Martial realm, he was much younger than his master. Moreover, he had not reached the peak of the Saint Martial realm as early as his master, so it was not excessive to call him a 'junior'. Moreover, his master, the Evil Emperor, had once been the number one expert of the evil path in the Central Plains. He had killed countless formidable foes, and the number of Saint Martial experts he had killed was not small. His mere mention of him was enough to make all the sect masters and supreme experts of the world pale in fear.
In the entire world, there were only a few people who had the right to stand on equal footing with him.
Even in the apocalyptic era, when Wang Chong became the Grand Marshal of the world and the strongest 'War Saint' in the history of the Central Plains, the name of the Evil Emperor was like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, a legendary existence.
If even he was like this, then Dusong Mangpoje had even less of the right to be arrogant.
"I also only just learned that he is an Imperial Great General of the Ouzan. If I had known that he would lead an army to invade the Tang Dynasty, I would have never allowed him to leave."
The white-haired Wushang Village Chief sighed and said, "The Wushang Village Chief has a head of white hair.
"Mm?"
Wang Chong's eyebrows rose, and he finally couldn't help but ask.
"Village Chief, what's going on here?"
When he was at the back gate of the triangular gap, he had noticed some clues. As a Great General of the Ouzan Empire, Dusong Mangpoje seemed to be acquainted with the Chief Of Wushang. This was simply unbelievable.
The Chief Of Wushang didn't hide anything and told him about the past.
"So, in order to escape, Dusong Mangpoje mistakenly entered Wushang Village, and because of Huang Botian, the Village Chief released him?"
Wang Chong asked with a frown.
"Sigh, that's right."
Chief Of Wushang sighed and nodded. Looking at Chief Of Wushang's remorseful and guilty expression, Wang Chong also remained silent. Huang Botian was the outermost Protector of Wushang Village, and he was also a martial arts fanatic. Anyone who could defeat Huang Botian would have a favorable impression of him, and he would call them brother and treat them as one of his own.
Wang Chong had known this a long time ago, and he also knew that Dusong Mangpoje had once released someone who had intruded into Wushang Village. But Wang Chong had never imagined that the person he had released was Dusong Mangpoje.
"Every drink and every peck is predetermined. It wasn't easy for me to trick Dusong Mangpoje in the capital and expose his identity, but I didn't think that Huang Botian would allow him to escape this calamity. "
Wang Chong could only bitterly smile. Huang Botian was a martial arts fanatic. This was his nature, and no one could change it. Dusong Mangpoje had used this to his advantage, and there was truly nothing he could do about it.
"Village Chief, there's no need to worry. Dusong Mangpoje has probably suffered quite a fright this time, and in the triangular gap, he lost no small number of soldiers, including a Brigadier General, Dayan Mangpoje. He probably won't dare to come back for a while."
Wang Chong consoled.
"You're right about that. Although he managed to escape, Elder Fang and I still managed to heavily injure him. He won't be able to recover without at least half a year."
The Evil Emperor waved his black robe as he suddenly spoke, a hint of pride on his face.
"Ah!"
Wang Chong was pleasantly surprised. He had been busy dealing with Dayan Mangpoje in the Four Symbols Yinyang Soul Trap, so he had no idea what was going on in the outside world. Wang Chong had also not expected that someone of Dusong Mangpoje's strength would still end up heavily injured by his master and Chief Of Wushang. If this was the case, it meant that this operation had been even more successful than expected.
"Wonderful! For a very long time in the future, Dusong Mangpoje will find it very difficult to appear on the northern border of the Ouzan Plateau, much less threaten Qixi. "
Wang Chong had an excited look on his face.
"Right, Master, when Dusong Mangpoje used a secret art to borrow the strength of the army, how did you manage to defeat him?"
In the war of the southwest, Wang Chong had seen Huoshu Huizang use the secret art of the Great Snow Mountain Temple, borrowing the strength of the army to transform into a massive golden Buddha and block the full-strength blow of his father's Mighty Miracle God with a single palm. That scene had left an extremely deep impression on him.
As an Imperial Great General of the Ouzan, Dusong Mangpoje was certain to have a similar secret art.
"It's no big deal. This secret art is very simple. He can only borrow the strength of the people at his side. The closer you are to him, the more strength you can borrow, and the farther away you are, the less strength you can borrow. In order to defeat his secret art, we just need to kill all the people at his side. "
The Evil Emperor nonchalantly said.
"Brother Zhang is correct. This secret art truly isn't that big of a deal."
Chief Wushang had an indifferent expression on his face as he agreed.
"… …"
The calm expressions on the faces of his two elders made it seem like they had done something insignificant, leaving Wang Chong speechless. If the martial arts of the Great Snow Mountain Temple were so easy to defeat, it would not have become a holy land of the Ouzan Empire, and the Ouzan Empire would not have become a mortal threat to the Tang Dynasty.
Moreover, Dusong Mangpoje had hundreds of people, thousands of them. These people not only provided energy for Dusong Mangpoje, but they were also supported by his strength. Killing them all was easier said than done, but to his master and the Wushang Village Chief, this was a trifling matter like eating a meal or drinking a cup of water.
"Rumble!"
As they were speaking, dust suddenly churned in the distance, and a massive explosion alarmed the trio. Wang Chong turned his head and saw that hundreds of cavalry were charging from the northwest.
"This seems to be the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty?"
Chief Wushang slightly closed his eyes as he looked into the distance. He didn't have a very good understanding of the Tang Dynasty's army, but he could roughly tell which side was on his side.
"It's the Qixi Protectorate!"
Wang Chong slowly said, his heart sinking. The ones who had charged out at this moment were the Qixi Protectorate and Fomonlința, who had been watching from the sidelines this entire time.
"They've come to steal the credit!"
Dayan Mangpoje was dead, Dusong Mangpoje was heavily injured, and the entire Ouzan army was in shambles. Fomonlința and the Qixi Protectorate had chosen this moment to charge out when the outcome was already decided and they were preparing to reap the fruits of victory. Their intentions were obvious.
"What?!"
The Evil Emperor also heard Wang Chong's words and turned his head to look in the direction of the cavalry. The Qixi Protectorate was extremely fast. Even from a distance, they had already pushed their speed to the limit, and with the support of Fomonlința's halo, they were like bolts of lightning. In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of Qixi Protectorate soldiers were like shooting stars, killing their way into the fleeing Ouzan army.
"Neigh!"
For a moment, countless Ouzan cavalry were thrown off their horses and trampled to death. Without formation, without organization, and without Dayan Mangpoje and Dusong Mangpoje, the Ouzan army was in a state of panic. Without a leader, they could only wait to be slaughtered. Moreover, Fomonlința was personally leading the charge.
"Rumble!"
The heavens swayed and the earth quaked as an explosion erupted from the densest part of the army. Screams filled the air as flames soared into the sky. Hundreds of Tibetan soldiers and their horses were flung into the air by a power as vast as the sea and blasted away.
With a single strike, a large portion of the battlefield had been cleared. And in that empty battlefield, Wang Chong could clearly see an extremely tall and muscular figure, wielding a massive saber that exuded a tyrannical aura that seemed capable of cleaving apart the world. His fiery aura was also fiercely trembling, exuding a sense of extreme danger that made one want to get as far away from him as possible.
On this battlefield, he was undoubtedly the king, a powerful existence that ruled over all. All the soldiers, whether White Braves or Wushang cavalry, were as insignificant as ants in front of him.
"Fomonlința!"
Wang Chong recognized him at a glance. He had seen Fomonlința in the City of Steel, and his image had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
This Qixi Protector-General had first holed up and then borrowed a knife to kill, using Dusong Mangpoje and the Ouzan to deal with Wang Chong. Now that the situation had taken a turn for the worse and Dusong Mangpoje had been defeated, he had mobilized his army to steal the credit. Wang Chong did not have an army, and the five thousand Wushang cavalry could not be considered the orthodox cavalry of the Tang dynasty. This meant that if Fomonlința wanted to steal the credit, Wang Chong would not be able to do so.
Wang Chong could already guess at Fomonlința's next plan. If everything went as expected, Fomonlința would quickly submit a memorial to the Imperial Court, claiming all the credit for this battle.
After all, no other faction had been spectating this battle besides his and Fumeng Lingcha's factions, so it was hard to prove anything. If they really did pursue the matter, Fumeng Lingcha would be able to produce evidence that Wang Chong had truly participated in this battle. There was no way Wang Chong could argue against him.
"Bastard! In battle, you're more passive than anyone else, and when it comes to stealing credit, you're more proactive than anyone else. You even know how to use the enemy's strength to deal with your own. Do you really think that just because I'm young, have less experience, and have lower status than you that I can't do anything to you?! "
Wang Chong stared at that stalwart figure, a hint of anger flashing through his eyes.
"Master, Village Chief, I'll go see him!"
Wang Chong suddenly mounted his horse and galloped off in Fomonlința's direction.
"Let's go take a look as well!"
Behind him, the Evil Emperor and Chief Of Wushang glanced at each other before following.
In the distance, the Wushang cavalry had already encountered the Qixi Protectorate, and some of the soldiers were in a deadlock. When Wang Chong arrived, all the soldiers retreated to the sides. Even the soldiers of the Qixi Protectorate subconsciously lowered their heads and retreated to the sides when they saw Wang Chong.
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