Chapter 22: The Power of the Grandmaster

Chapter 22: The Power of the Grandmaster

Nine Yan State Grandmaster Realm warriors dressed in black robes, mixed in with the attacking Yan army in the night and rushed towards the gate of Luoyue Pass.

Throughout history, there have been cases of using high-level warriors to break the city, but using nine Grandmaster Realm warriors to break the city at the same time is indeed a rare story.

The army deployed by Qi State on the border between Qi and Yan State is scattered with a total of one million, and this million-strong army cannot gather nine Grandmasters, while Yan State used nine Grandmasters in a siege of 300,000 troops. Moreover, the Grandmaster Realm warriors were used as consumables for siege. Yan State did not care about the cost, which shows how much Yan State attaches importance to this siege.

Grandmaster Realm warriors are different from the ninth grade. Grandmaster Realm warriors cannot be achieved through hard work. It is one in a million or tens of millions of people. It is a combination of talent, hard work and opportunity. It is no exaggeration to say that every Grandmaster Realm warrior is a dragon and phoenix among men.

It was not easy to drive this group of geniuses, let alone let them voluntarily risk their lives to blast open the city gate.

However, the Emperor of Yan did it.

Nine Yan State Grandmasters, under the cover of the night and countless Yan troops, rushed towards the city gate. Like nine swallows flying close to the ground.

Zheng Laoer, who had been demoted many times and now only had the rank of a fourth-rank general, was killing on the city wall at this time.

Sometimes he even thought that the Yan army was coming too slowly, and took the initiative to jump off the city wall and fight with the Yan army.

With the Grandmaster's cultivation as a backup, any number of Yan soldiers who came to attack, as long as they entered Zheng Laoer's attack range under the city wall, would only be chopped and cut into melons and vegetables.

Although the Grandmaster is strong, he will also get tired.

Zheng Laoer killed for an hour and then returned to the city wall to drink and rest.

Now the war is tense, Yang Wu is busy and has no time to care about him.

With one hand, he slapped the seal of the wine jar. Amid the shouts of the two armies, Zheng Laoer picked up the wine jar stolen from the kitchen and drank it directly without a big bowl.

After three mouthfuls of strong liquor, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, Zheng Laoer laughed and said, "It's great!"

A soldier beside him was jealous of the wine. Relying on his good relationship with General Zheng, he said, "General, you are enjoying the strong liquor!"

"Yes! The wine is indeed enjoyable, and the Yan army is really nice! Damn it. This is the first time I have seen such a desperate attack on the city. Kill them hard, and after this wave is over, I will go to Lao Yang to ask for a celebratory wine for my brothers!"

Just as the soldier was about to ask for wine, he saw several black figures running quickly under the city. The arrows shot from the city wall could not even touch the corners of their clothes.

"General! The 'knife' of the Yan army is coming!"

Zheng Laoer saw that it was true, and immediately ignited his fighting spirit and shouted: "Where is the ninth rank of our army!? Follow this general to meet the enemy!"

Most of the ninth rank are generals and lieutenants, which is the position of officers, and they don't even need to fight in person. What's more, when the masters of the Yan army come, it is the best strategy to wait for them on the city wall. But now Zheng Laoer raised his arm and called, and the blood of the man surged up, and he didn't care about the home and away games.

Zheng Laoer took the lead and jumped down, and five or six figures followed him and leaped into the air.

Zheng Laoer laughed, and his internal force was deafening in the roar, "Little boy of Yan! Your grandfather is here!"

He found the nearest black-clothed "knife" as soon as he landed, and without saying a word, he pushed out with a palm full of the power of the master. The man fought back with a fist, and the two fists and palms met, and for a while, there was no winner.

"Grandmaster?" Zheng Laoer was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ninth-rank warrior of the Qi army who had just fallen beside him vomited blood and flew out. The ninth-rank warrior's chest was deeply sunken, and there was no possibility of survival.

Another black-clothed Yan warrior slowly closed his palm, but he did not withdraw his internal force. The inner force of the grandmaster realm, which was as solid as substance, lingered around him, showing the strength of the grandmaster realm nakedly.

"General, be careful! They... puff!"

Another ninth-rank warrior had not finished speaking when his head was cut in half and he was dead.

The one who attacked was also a grandmaster. He shook his wrist and shook off the blood on the sword. The white sword reflected a faint cold light under the bright moonlight.

Grandmaster.

Grandmaster.

Grandmaster.

Still a grandmaster!

There were nine Grandmasters standing in front of Zheng Laoer without saying a word, and behind him was the closed gate of Luoyue Pass.

At this moment, the atmosphere in front of the gate of Luoyue Pass seemed to be stagnant.

Nine and one.

Behind them were the deafening shouts of the Yan and Qi armies. But all this seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Attacking the city was one battlefield, and Grandmaster was another battlefield.

Zheng Laoer smiled, even if it was a battle that was bound to fail.

Under the gaze of countless people, Zheng Laoer slightly tidied up his appearance. You know, he usually never cared about these things.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

None of the nine black-clothed Yan warriors responded.

Zheng Laoer laughed even louder.

"Hahaha! Warriors of our generation should learn the spirit of magnanimity, speak and act in a way that is worthy of the justice of heaven and earth. Those who are timid are just the tail-clipped dogs of the Grandmaster realm! They are just clowns who can practice martial arts!"

The ninth-grade warrior was also speechless.

Zheng Laoer was not surprised by their reaction. Grandmaster is just a martial arts realm and has nothing to do with people.

"Listen carefully, my grandfather's surname is Zheng and his name is Jiuchang. I am the vanguard general of the Great Qi Wuwei Army! Do you dare to fight me!"

In the dark night, nine people drew their weapons. At this time, another man fell on the wall.

Zheng Laoer saw this and said happily: "Old Yang, you are here too! How is it, how did I say just now?"

Yang Wu stared at the nine Yan warriors and said: "Not bad."

Zheng Laoer said proudly: "Last time I went to Yanbian City, I spent two taels of silver to ask a scholar to write it. How is it? Is it handsome?"

"A bit expensive."

Zheng Laoer said impatiently: "Just tell me if it's handsome or not."

Yang Wu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, "Very handsome."

"Be careful, they are coming."

The nine Yan warriors attacked together tacitly. Their shoes stepped on the bodies of the Yan army and the hard sand and stone ground. In two or three steps, they increased their speed to a terrifying level.

Facing the swift attack of the Yan warriors, Zheng Laoer and Yang Wu did not slack off at all.

Yang Wu drew out the sword at his waist, and Zheng Laoer bent down to pick up the long spear that was everywhere on the ground.

The first to attack the two was a Yan warrior holding a long sword. He touched the blade with Yang Wu, and then passed him and ran straight to the gate of Luoyue Pass.

Zheng Laoer reacted quickly. He took advantage of the length of the long spear and swung it directly on the spot. The blade of the spear swung mercilessly towards the waist of the long sword warrior.

In the battle between the masters, if you are not careful, you will either die or be injured. There is no need for the long sword warrior to fight with Zheng Laoer. He paused and swung his sword to resist the attack of the long spear.

Before Zheng Laoer could put the long spear back in his hand, three Yan warriors descended on him like ghosts.

Three completely different martial arts moves and internal forces attacked Zheng Laoer from three directions.

The high-speed moving palm squeezed the air and made a harsh humming sound.

Zheng Laoer grinned with disdain. If you say that he is stronger than these Yan warriors, it is only because he is determined to die!

These Yan people are timid and afraid to death and choose to besiege. How can they be the opponents of their Grandpa Zheng!

Zheng Laoer sank his hands, twisted the wooden handle of the long spear in his hand into a twist, then split it in the middle, took the two sharp wooden blades in his hands, and then stabbed back in the direction of the enemy's attack!

No fancy way of risking life!

One of them reacted quickly and immediately withdrew his hand and fled, while the other was immediately pierced through the belly by Zheng Laoer.

At the same time, the remaining two internal forces hit Zheng Laoer together, and the blood flowed backwards under the vibration of the meridians, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately.

Zheng Laoer showed his teeth stained with blood, grinned and turned his wrist. The Yan warrior who was hit by the wooden thorn was immediately disemboweled! With all the internal organs injured, even a master could not survive.

"One!" Zheng Laoer laughed.

Although they were both masters, Zheng Laoer's killing-like momentum at this moment made the warriors present tremble in their hearts.

Yang Wu was also ruthless and risked his life. While the Yan warriors were intimidated by Zheng Laoer, he sacrificed his life to kill one of them.

Although there were few Qi warriors, the fighting spirit of the two sides was far from the same level.

"Waste!"

Another Yan warrior came to the scene.

He looked nearly seventy years old, with white hair and beard and a white robe. Unlike the others, this man had no internal force fluctuations and looked like an ordinary old man.

Zheng Laoer still smiled and said, "Who is coming?"

The old man in white robe stroked his white beard, "I am Qingxuzi, the former abbot of Baiyu Temple of Yan State. I was entrusted by our emperor to help the Yan army attack the city."

"Grandmaster?"

"Yes."

Zheng Laoer wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled, "The grandmaster of the previous generation intervened in worldly affairs. Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by Taixu Sect?"

The old man in white robe chuckled and said, "Our emperor is an eternal wise monarch. What's wrong with me using my broken body to help our emperor achieve eternal achievements and help Yan State unify the nine states?"

"You are right. Even if I don't join the army, I still have the talent of a grandmaster. It's a pity now. I will give you a whole body."

Qingxuzi's white robe shook, and a very fast wave of internal force swept through Zheng Laoer's body, and he died instantly.

Yang Wu roared, "Old Second!"

"Shut up."

Another wave of internal force came from Qingxuzi's white robe, so Yang Wu also died on the spot.

"You guys go chase and kill the scouts who left the city to report the news, I'll leave this to the old man."

"Yes." The remaining seven Yan masters disappeared in a flash.

The white-robed old man did not make any extra movements. He took a step forward and slapped out his palm. The powerful internal force formed a huge palm and hit the thick gate of Luoyue Pass directly.

Boom!

The huge sound waves and air waves generated by the collision even swept away the ground near the gate, which could be said to be scraping the ground three feet.

The first to get into trouble were the guards blocking the gate. Each of them was shocked so that their internal organs were shattered and bleeding from all seven orifices. They collapsed behind the gate.

Then, the Luoyue Pass gate, which could be said to be unbreakable, was directly shattered by the blow of this rare grandmaster warrior!

As a small and rich country, the reason why Weiguo could survive between the two major countries of Qi and Yan was because it had a grandmaster warrior.

Once Weiguo was lost, this one person could drag the entire Qiyan royal family to accompany Weiguo to be buried with him.

This is the power of the Grand Master.