Twilight Boundary-Chapter 785 - 775 Mingzhou Er Guotou

"Ha, are the Ten Surnames planning to start a fight with us?"

"Such audacity! Don't they know what happened to the Meng family?"

"No need to say more. We've been hiding in obscurity for years, always fearing the gaze of the Ten Surnames. Now that we've crossed the bridge and gained some power, it's time for us to hold our heads high."

"But brothers, don't be careless. I noticed that the Shangjing City Garrison not only has many men, but there's also a sinister air about them. They're more formidable than ordinary soldiers. Our forces aren't here yet, which means we're missing something to suppress them. I'm afraid ordinary methods won't suffice against them."

"I'll do it!"

As the formation was set before Shangjing City, the deep night filled everyone with resentment, yet no one dared to be reckless. During the discussion, a loud voice was heard.

Everyone turned to look and saw a tall, slender figure with flowing sleeves. With a cold voice, he said, "Hasn't it been spread already? The Reincarnator wants to master the technique of defeating a nation single-handedly. You've been so focused on crossing the bridge, haven't you thought you'd face such a scenario sooner or later?"

"Ha, once your skills are honed, you won't need any suppression object, just break it head-on!"

Seeing his eloquence, everyone immediately admired him. "Brother," one of them asked, "where are you from? What's your name?"

"I'll tell you once I've won!"

The tall, slender figure strode out from the cover of night, his figure enlarged by the distant military torchlight. As he walked, Mana swirled around him. Suddenly, with a shake of his arms, his long robe caught in a gale, making him look nothing short of an Immortal.

He shouted loudly, "A thousand troops are in my hand, invite the guests, behead and make them my dogs!"

Amidst the shout, behind him suddenly rose the sound of horses neighing. To the naked eye, above his head, dark clouds billowed.

Within this endless cloud, dazzling golden light and silver-flashing blades appeared. An innumerable legion of Divine Weapons rode mighty steeds, their hooves thundering like a flood as they descended from above.

Their momentum and fierce weaponry even overwhelmed the City Defense Army before Shangjing City.

Seeing the surging fierce troops rushing forward, even the elite disciples of the Ten Surnames and experts changed their complexion slightly.

These legendary evil spirits, infamous and with vast Divine Skills, each had astonishing methods.

Seeing those descending soldiers right before them, even the usually silent and stern Garrison prepared for a full face-off. Their long spears straightened into a line, clearly ready for a life-and-death deployment.

But at this moment, within the Garrison, Zhao Sanyi furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

He, too, was apprehensive of those figures in the night, measuring his options with thirty percent focus forward and seventy percent ready to escape, his uncertain eyes on the sky.

Resolute, he suddenly raised his sleeve to cover his face. When the sleeve fell, he opened his mouth wide and spewed a blaze of flames. It instantly turned into a sea of fire, roaring to meet the rolling dark clouds.

CRACKLE!

Only the sound of something burning echoed in the sky as the fire vanished, and with it, the dark clouds and Divine Weapons disappeared.

In the air, gold and silver foil and half-burned paper men fluttered down.

The tall, slender figure, moving forward, looked up briefly, his dragon-like stride unbroken, large sleeves swirling back.

For a moment, both sides were at a loss, staring blankly as he returned. Then, someone cautiously asked, "Brother, is this your technique of defeating a nation single-handedly?"

"That's the best it can do."

The tall, slender figure replied, "I've studied for over a year and confirmed one thing: this technique doesn't exist. At best, it scares them a bit."

"Bull!"

Someone nearby angrily retorted, "Someone showed it off back in Guazhou."

The tall, slender figure replied, "I don't believe it. I guess that person belonged to the trick door, best at deception."

Those nearby, seeing his shamelessness, grew furious, shouting, "What's your name?"

The tall, slender figure replied indifferently, "Not telling you."

"No way?"

At that same moment, within the Shangjing City Garrison, the elite disciples of the Ten Surnames and their skilled men were also stunned.

"No way? Those evil spirits in the stories were said to be formidable, but is this it?"

Someone immediately became alert, quietly warning, "Don't be careless."

"These evil spirits are just teasing and feigning weakness. They might be hiding something powerful. Don't forget the Meng family was destroyed by them."

"All we need to do is hold this city; don't let them in. For the rest, ignore them. They might have hidden soldiers in the night, just waiting for us to relax before they charge into Shangjing City."

"I'll go!"

Yet at this moment, a figure in the shadows let out a cold snort, carrying a steel blade as he stepped out. He took a swig from his flask, suddenly spraying it onto the blade.

Then, holding the sword in both hands, he murmured incantations lowly before abruptly raising the sword, shouting, "Treasure, turn around."

The next moment, the sword turned and sliced across his own neck.

"Oh no!"

Everyone was startled, yet noticed that within the deep night, a shadow darted out. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Instantly, in the front row of the Shangjing City Garrison, dozens of soldiers had been standing coldly. Suddenly, their bodies stiffened. One by one, heads silently rolled down, blood spurting from their necks.

Notably, one of those beheaded was the Commander of the City Garrison himself.

A man of great skills, capable of commanding three thousand soldiers, yet he died silently.

Both sides were shocked. They realized the capability of this skilled combatant, who could decapitate dozens in the military—a feat showcasing far greater power than simply lining up cowardly peasants and cutting their heads off.

But before the thought was complete, out from the City Garrison rushed a figure in a black robe.

Underneath the robe, a pair of heavily-shadowed eyes filled with vigilance. She pulled out a strand of her hair, burning it into ash with a nearby torch, then picked up the Commander's head, placing it neatly back on his neck.

With the burnt hair, she wiped the wound on his neck, shockingly reattaching the head.

The next moment, she turned, squinting her eyes at a small skull in her hand, whispering something.

The steel-wielding man's sword quivered slightly, seeming to brim with a menacing aura.

Gripping his sword tightly, he hesitated, then sheathed it, stepping back into the shadows, shaking his head and murmuring, "The forefather of the Black Magic sect is here; they also have tens of thousands of troops as a suppression object. The bloodlust is too heavy; fighting this Magic, we're at a disadvantage."

For a moment, faces fell all around, glancing at one another.

Someone immediately said, "We can't get through. As you dueled, I tried various methods. Shangjing City stands there, but I can't reach it, as if I'm lost in the underworld."

Another said, "It's not just us; even my paper man can't drift in there, as if Shangjing City doesn't exist."

"I just circled behind, thinking to light a fire or stealthily dig a hole, but unexpectedly, the whole city is guarded by experts. I couldn't find any opportunity."

Faced with various reports, everyone's expression darkened. "Knowing the Daluo Dharma Sect is still inside plotting against us," one of them muttered, "can we only watch from outside?"

"Should we turn back and support the Long-winning Army?"

"They're protected by the Reincarnator from Mengzhou. If they could come, they'd be here already. We can't help by going."

Throughout the night, figures moved in shadows, some arriving. Yet facing the watertight Shangjing City, its thirty thousand troops, and the hidden experts of the Ten Surnames, everyone was indeed firmly held outside the city.

Occasionally, someone stepped forward to provoke—to kill or to irritate the enemy, seeking a flaw—but all attempts failed.

Even those with powerful trump cards did not dare to use them lightly, knowing the army held Shangqiao Masters from the Ten Surnames.

In such deadlock, as dawn approached with no solutions, suddenly a voice sounded:

"Let me do it!"

Everyone turned simultaneously, seeing another figure arriving in the night, carrying a Red Lantern, its light illuminating his stubbled cheeks and square face. Frowning deeply, he walked forward through the crowd to the battlefront.

"Who is this, carrying a lantern—afraid of tripping or what?"

Disappointed too many times and seeing this unfamiliar face, they assumed he wasn't usually prominent and didn't take him seriously.

But as he carried the lantern, slowly approaching the Shangjing City Garrison, Zhao Sanyi in the army suddenly frowned, focusing sharply, his face changing color.

Chen Abao, knowing Zhao Sanyi's keen sight, gave him a querying look, to which Zhao Sanyi whispered, "It's the fake Young Master Hu..."

Chen Abao was shocked. "There really is an evil spirit in the Hu Family..."

Zhao Sanyi quickly covered her mouth and warned sharply, "Say nothing you shouldn't!"

The newcomer was none other than Er Guotou, who ignored the gazes around him. Holding the lantern, he slowly advanced. The Shangjing City Garrison remained motionless as he didn't act, countless eyes focused on him.

Then, when he approached to within about seventy yards of the military formation, he slowly planted the handle of the Red Lantern into the ground.

The lantern's red glow spread like water.

The surging red light intertwined with the night, casting an eerie blood-red hue.

Amidst this eerie glow, he raised his sleeve. With a great RUSTLE, hundreds of array flags suddenly flew out from within, forming an altar upon the battle formation. Holding three incense sticks, he bowed gently.

The next moment, hoofbeats and clashing weapons grew behind him.

Yet these hoofbeats were different from the earlier Divine Weapon Descending, clearly heavier and more resonant. In the next moment, everyone turned simultaneously to see troops, blindfolded, charging out of the night.

Recognizing them, someone shouted in surprise and delight, "The Long-winning Army is here..."

"They've arrived two days early!"