Twilight Boundary-Chapter 572 - 563: Exactly the Mud-legged Peasant
Watching as the Heavenly Destiny General charged towards Hu Ma, the other members of the Hu Family remained silent.
Some stood up, their eyes blazing, staring intently.
Meanwhile, people like Hu Xi, the elder cousin from the Hu Family, closed their eyes, expressions of reluctance and worry about the future appearing on their faces...
It shouldn’t have been this way...
If you had appeared earlier and discussed things properly, what couldn’t be talked over? Why did it have to come to this point?
It’s a pity that at this point, words mean nothing.
With a place as lacking in fortune and blessings as Mingzhou, no matter who he is, how could anyone rival the Heavenly Destiny General in martial prowess?
And if anyone tried using Path skills to deal with the Heavenly Destiny General at this moment, clad in the skin of the former Emperor and protected by the two-hundred-year fortune of the Yi Dynasty, no matter how powerful your Strange Skills were, they wouldn’t touch him; instead, they’d backfire on the user.
The outcome was already determined!
Recalling things now, she felt that this younger cousin had a big ego and a lot of nerve. In reality, every step he took seemed calculated, yet he always pushed himself into a corner.
Could it be that because that person from the Meng family was watching, suppressing his fate, it led him to entrap himself step by step?
CLANG...
Amidst the silence, as the ghostly gods knelt, the Heavenly Destiny General slaughtered his way to the Four Great Hall Officials, coming within a step of Hu Ma.
The Four Great Hall Officials in front of him were oppressed by his aura, with an urge to act, but Hu Ma behind them merely laughed softly. The invisible pressure held them down, as if Hu Ma’s hand was on their shoulders, signaling them not to move recklessly.
Facing the Heavenly Destiny General, who had charged forward, his aura of destiny almost overwhelming everyone, Hu Ma still sat atop the iron coffin, unmoving, as if not giving him the slightest regard.
Beside him, the two Golden Armored Warriors and the ghost soldiers flanking the iron coffin also stood perfectly still.
At that moment, the Heavenly Destiny General strained to raise his horse lance. Lifting his head, his eyes met Hu Ma’s, and strangely, his heart suddenly jolted with an indescribable feeling.
In his eyes, Hu Ma’s figure was mysterious, indistinct, and lofty. He couldn’t see Hu Ma clearly, yet he could feel the look from that person directed at him filled completely with...
...mockery!
But it shouldn’t be this way. Even I, Zhong Benyi, the Heavenly Destiny General, didn’t expect those self-proclaimed superiors would dare look at me like this now.
I understand that I bear the heavenly mandate, born with martial prowess, and that evil spirits keep their distance. Moreover, I know that wearing that garment now, I can borrow this destiny and, for a brief moment, become the most exalted person in this world.
This is the basis of my deal with those city folk and my final means of venting my anger.
I want to see with wide eyes what kind of ridiculous expressions these so-called nobles will show when they see me up close...
...But why is he unshaken? 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
How dare he remain so high and mighty?
The anger in my heart surged, and I gritted my teeth fiercely. I won’t think about it anymore!
He channeled all his strength into his arms, bringing the horse lance slamming down hard in front. The aggressive aura stirred a heavy, malevolent energy, instantly attracting countless eyes.
BOOM!
To everyone’s surprise, as the horse lance crashed down, it was suddenly parried by a large blade, so forcefully that the horse lance bounced high into the air.
"What?"
The sudden change astonished everyone, their eyes widened in shock.
Behold, the individual riding high on a horse wore iron armor, draped in a flowing cloak, and held a treasure sword—none other than the food-protection general, Yang Gong.
Long before the Heavenly Destiny General was about to break through the battle formation and charge towards Hu Ma, Yang Gong had already spurred his horse over.
Many alongside him were terrified. Whether his personal soldiers or the Think Tank Iron Mouth, all panicked, desperately trying to stop him, shouting, "Are you mad? The Heavenly Destiny General is extremely formidable! Don’t get near him, whatever you do..."
But Yang Gong ignored these admonitions. He too was gritting his teeth, withholding the reasons in his heart.
Instead, he deliberately feigned anger, cursing loudly, "That fiend is vicious and ruthless! Am I not just as fierce, just as relentless? How can I stand by and watch him run rampant in my army, killing my brothers?"
"Nobody stop me! If I don’t show my strength, does he take me, the food-protection general, for a pushover?"
Thus, he charged forward on horseback, faster and faster, so quickly that those around him who wanted to protect him couldn’t keep up.
He was originally a Red Fragrance Disciple under the Red Lantern Lady and knew how to invoke her Mana. In his urgency, his presence surged powerfully.
More critically, since the Red Lantern Lady had ascended to become a Mansion God, her Mana had surged. She was no longer the pitiful, humble little case god of before. Her Red Fragrance Disciples, those who still found favor in her eyes, had also seen their powers soar, crossing a significant threshold.
He had now effectively crossed a major realm, becoming a standard Entering the Mansion Negative Spirit.
Not only did he arrive in time to intercept the horse lance, but he also fought with increasing ferocity. With a few swift slashes of his blade, he pressed the Heavenly Destiny General so hard that the latter couldn’t react in time and was forced to raise his weapon defensively.
In terms of true skill, even with this significant leap in power, Yang Gong was still not his match. However, Yang Gong was the general of the Food Protection Army, his morale at its peak and himself unharmed. The Heavenly Destiny General, in contrast, was severely injured and burdened by the immense weight of the destiny he carried.
Thus, as the two clashed, it exceeded everyone’s expectations; the Heavenly Destiny General was forced to retreat several steps.
Most importantly, the Heavenly Destiny General was shrouded in a mysterious and overwhelming aura, not his own, but enveloping him, able to suppress all worldly spirits and evil spirits.
Living people dared not show him their weapons, and the dead, upon seeing him, would only kneel and kowtow. No one should have been able to block him, but Yang Gong did just that.
"How is this possible?"
The terror and bewilderment of everyone inside and outside the battle formation at this scene were indescribable.
This battlefield was filled with countless skilled individuals. The more capable they were, the more astounded they became. "Could it be that the food-protection general also has an extraordinary background... How could he possibly stop that man?"
Yet amidst this scene that baffled so many, only Hu Ma watched coolly, utterly unsurprised. It’s precisely because this food-protection general has no background that he can stop him...
He even found it rather amusing, exceedingly interesting. His cold gaze shifted to the skies above Mingzhou City. "You prepared so thoroughly, yet you didn’t foresee this, did you?
"In this world, anyone else attempting to kill this man of imperial destiny would be acting without legitimacy or justice, and would indeed play right into your hands.
"But only Yang Gong can!
"Because he has no background. He’s just a commoner who struggled up from the very bottom, surviving against all odds, time and again facing death. To him, the so-called Emperor is the true criminal.
"Not only can he kill this Heavenly Destiny General, but even if the true Emperor came, he could kill him too!
"And he does so righteously, with utmost justification!"
Amidst his laughter, Hu Ma’s gaze turned icy. He rose from the iron coffin, tossed aside the Stone Box he held, and grasped an Iron Mace that seemed to pulse with boundless, fierce killing intent in the night.
Suddenly, he leaped forward, landing heavily in front of the Four Great Hall Officials. The impact made the earth tremble.
Like an earthquake, no one could stand steadily; even Mingzhou City seemed to sway slightly.
The next moment, he slowly touched the Demon Suppression Golden Mace in his hand to the ground. Behind him, CLANK! The chains on the iron coffin suddenly snapped and fell. The iron coffin thudded heavily to the ground, and in that same instant, its lid sprang open.
WHOOSH...
In an instant, an endless yin wind rolled out.
From within the iron coffin emerged a figure swathed in untold malevolence, seeming to yank one’s soul away with just a glance, standing stiffly up from the coffin.
With arms outstretched, clad in dark red armor, it sprang high from the coffin, seemingly like an Evil Ghost crawling out from the depths of hell, free from the constraints of human rules, leaping directly into the air.
Then, it descended from above.
CRACKLE...
As it landed, the ground fractured into a spiderweb of cracks. Hundreds of ghost soldiers surged onto the battlefield. A bone-chillingly cold wind instantly swept across the entire area, and all sound within the battle formations ceased.
Though the hungry ghost army had lost its momentum, thousands of its soldiers were still fighting desperately.
It was precisely due to the uniqueness of the hungry ghost army that it managed to hold on until now; otherwise, typically, after half their force was gone, they would have disbanded.
Yet no matter how fiercely they resisted the Food Protection Army, the moment the yin corpse descended from the sky, they collapsed. Their eyes went vacant, and black shadows rapidly drained from their bodies, pulled towards the center of the battlefield.
"That..."
The Heavenly Destiny General was contending with Yang Gong when he suddenly noticed the abrupt change. Distracted for a moment, he was slashed by Yang Gong.
The slash wasn’t deep, but it tore open the human skin clothes he wore. He screamed in pain and stumbled back, feeling as though something intangible within him was rapidly collapsing—something that was not originally his but had been forcibly bestowed upon him.
That powerful and mysterious force, considered invincible in many places, was surprisingly fragile. It crumbled with just a single slash from that mere commoner.
In that instant, the sharpness in his eyes seemed to dim.
Conversely, that commoner, the food-protection general, charged once more after delivering the slash, his cloak billowing high behind him.
A fierce wind surged and swirled around Yang Gong, as if something preordained was taking form at that very moment.
