My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 733: Chapter 228 The Death of the White Robe

On the towering city walls.

Chen Sansi did not wait for the enemy army to arrive at the city gates. Instead, he soared into the sky with blazing flames, descending abruptly like a meteor from the heavens when the black tide-like enemy forces were about five hundred steps from the walls.

"Rumble——"

After a tremor shook the mountains, outside the city gate, a massive crater remained, with dirt flying and sandstones covering the sky, smoke filled the air, a silhouette in black armor stood amidst the coiling fire dragon, with runes on the armor shimmering brightly.

"Whoever steps forward——"

"Die!!!"

A single word for death, piercing like an arrow to the heart.

Amazingly, it forced the twenty-thousand-strong army to halt abruptly, with siege carriages, ladders, and other heavy equipment coming to an immediate stop as if they hit an iron wall.

One person, one spear.

Repelled twenty thousand troops!

Of the twenty thousand soldiers, not a single one dared take another step forward!

"Inside our city, we have seven thousand defenders, and you, a mere twenty thousand, do you not surrender?!"

Chen Sansi spoke again, his voice booming like thunder:

"We are originally comrades!

"Only due to the court’s foolishness and treacherous officials did we have to draw swords against each other again!

"I have no intention of slaughtering; why do you not lay down your weapons, turn around, and join our Beiliang Iron Cavalry to march outside Chang’an City and restore clarity to the world?!"

The battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Central Plains soldiers looked at each other, then started whispering, unsure what to say.

"Do not listen to the nonsense of this rebel!"

Until a powerful voice covered the battlefield, stabilizing the army’s morale again.

Only to see.

Above the army.

There was a flat boat capable of flying in the air.

Prince Zhen Nan, Cao Rong, Li He, Daoxuan Wanderer, and Ling Yun, four individuals, stood together on the boat, quickly approaching the front lines.

"A group of fools!"

"There are only about seven thousand people in the city, what are you afraid of?!"

"..."

Upon hearing these words.

The Central Plains soldiers suddenly came to their senses.

That’s right!

The one named Chen even said himself there are only seven thousand in the city, while they have twenty thousand brothers; what are they afraid of?!

The opponent’s words were somewhat underestimating them!

In an instant.

They too felt a bit angered.

Central Plains men, are they cowards?!

"You just focus on the siege!"

"Leave Chen Sansi to us to deal with!"

"The first to scale the walls will be granted the title of Marquis, a hereditary rank! Moreover, the court will provide resources until a Martial Saint emerges in the family!"

To be the first and be made a Marquis!

Coupled with the anger from the humiliation.

The Central Plains soldiers finally erupted with boundless killing intent.

"Kill——"

"Kill the rebels——"

"..."

The army advanced once more, mountain-like siege engines resumed moving, everything forming a black tsunami, suddenly erupting, directly swallowing the towering city walls.

But within the black tide, a flash of fire was particularly dazzling, like a stubborn rock amidst a torrent, parting the tide with scorched earth left in its wake.

Yet being only one person, he could not stop the tens of thousands of troops pouring towards the walls from other directions, ultimately making a battle inevitable.

On the flying boat.

Prince Zhen Nan was the first to strike, leaping from a hundred zhang high, raising his Bladeless Broadsword high, in the process reversing the "Dragon Scripture," with the malformed lower Eight Scenic Gods continuously breeding Killing Aura True Power, pouring it onto the broadsword’s surface, the aura rising steeply, turning into a bottomless black mountain, finally crashing towards the ground on the black-armored general.

Like a god in the heavens raging, wielding supreme divine skills, bringing down the Nine Yin Black Mountain to suppress the mortal rebels.

Yet mortals do not yield.

A fire dragon surged heavenward, colliding with the base of the black mountain, seemingly on the verge of splitting the mountain, but just then the others also struck simultaneously.

Martial cultivator Ling Yun drew his sword from the sleeve, which showed no sharpness, only to see the rushing river waters pouring down, precisely the sleeve’s universe, with Heavenly Water from the Ling Family, Tianhe Sword Skill!

"Hiss——"

The waterfall-like Water Element True Power irrigated the fire dragon, immediately weakening the fire dragon’s power, ensuring the black mountain of killing aura did not immediately collapse, still restricting Chen Sansi’s actions.

Seizing the opportunity, Li He formed a spell and recited incantations, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword blade, instantly emitting a brilliant red light, with mana growing ever more vigorous, transforming into a phantom blade over a zhang long.

This is the "Blood Light Curse," a desperate method at the cost of depleting one’s foundation.

As someone who had already failed Foundation Establishment, he naturally had no qualms, only needing to kill this person at any cost to secure ample cultivation resources for future generations.

The blood light sword fell.

With the combined strength of three, they finally extinguished the flames on the long spear.

Beneath the twisting, void-bending impact, Chen Sansi’s legs embedded into the earth without moving, but his body slid a hundred steps back, leaving two shocking trenches on the ground.

Until then.

The always patient Daoxuan Wanderer finally stepped in, standing mid-air, tossing out an Array Plate that shone like a bright moon, then encompassed everything within a hundred steps in a Nine Palace Eight Trigram formation, lightly uttering "Kun character," making the ground suddenly rise with steep rocks from all directions, like a giant beast’s maw trapping Chen Sansi within.

"Kan character!"

He shouted again, causing the earth beneath to collapse, with a surging underground river bursting forth, imbued with boundless mana: "Daoist, allow me to lend you a hand!"

"Thank you, Daoist!"

The martial cultivator Ling Yun twirled his sword, all the glacial waters with the Water Element True Power converging around him, forming a massive water tornado in just a few breaths. Seemingly delicate, it harbored endless killing intent within.