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In front of the Chu Army's camp, a group of military generals were drinking and celebrating. Among them, a bearded giant held a wine jug in his left hand and a roasted leg of lamb in his right, laughing heartily, "Today we have already destroyed a corner of Jibei Commandery's city. Tomorrow, let the front troops go challenge them. I will go alone to the right side of County City and slice off half of Jibei Commandery's city! Hahaha! After spending tens of thousands of years in the desolate heavens, I never expected that the happiest place in the three realms is still the human realm, with fine wine and beautiful women! Hahaha..."
Immediately, a group of rosy-cheeked Deputy Generals raised their thumbs in agreement. One drunkenly said, "General Zhao Wu possesses extraordinary skills and has reached the Celestial Realm. As a being above all in the three realms, we are truly fortunate to serve under General Zhao Wu!"
The bearded general laughed heartily, "Of course! I, Zhao Wu, only recognize brothers in my life. If you follow me, I guarantee you will eat and drink well for the rest of your lives!"
Indeed, this bearded man was none other than Zhao Wu, the vanguard general under Xiang Yu. His Lesser Deity strength came from escaping from the Heavenly Gate.
Nearby, more than ten women played the qin and lute, performing a mournful tune from Chu. Upon hearing it, Zhao Wu immediately shook his head and said, "We have conquered cities like Liang City, Xue County, and Eastern Sea County with continuous victories. In just a few days, we will be at Linzi City’s gates; conquering the entire Qi and Yan Region is just around the corner. How can we play such an ominous tune during this joyous occasion? Come on, play something cheerful for me!"
One woman holding a harp replied, "General, we sisters have only learned these few pieces. If you do not like them, there is nothing we can do."
Zhao Wu became furious and slammed his hand on the table, shouting, "How dare you! I kindly invited you to play, yet you respond like this? You are truly asking for punishment! Come here and serve me; if you make me comfortable, I might spare your life!"
The Songstress gasped in shock, "General!"
However, Zhao Wu suddenly opened his left hand. A gust of wind surged between his fingers as he exerted force from afar. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed the Songstress's body and swiftly pulled her over to him. Zhao Wu embraced her with one arm and laughed heartily while running his hands up and down her body, "Whose daughter is this? She is so smooth and exquisite!"
The Songstress turned pale with fear and sobbed, "General, please spare me! I am already betrothed back home; if my body becomes unclean... I can only die to repay my parents' kindness!"
"Bah! Who would dare marry you? I'll just kill him!"
Zhao Wu held the Songstress close and lifted her chin with his finger. "Hmph! From now on, you will follow me. You will enjoy endless glory and wealth!"
The Songstress cried incessantly like a weeping willow but dared not resist. The other Songstresses were also frightened into trembling like startled quails.
...
At that moment, suddenly a Messenger tumbled into the tent in a panic and shouted loudly, "General! Outside... someone is asking to see you!"
"What person could make you so flustered?" Zhao Wu stood up with a cold glare.
"It’s me!"
Outside the tent, a clear voice rang out as the curtain of the tent was suddenly torn apart. Ye Yang, clad in armor, strode in with determination, raising his hand to draw the Haotian Sword and forcefully stabbing the blade into the center of the tent. He shouted, "Zhao Wu, release the innocent woman at once!"
"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to demand I let her go?"
Furious, Ye Yang's gaze turned icy. A surge of Hidden Dragon energy erupted around him, swirling like a tempest. In a flash, it wrapped around the waist of the Songstress, its inner strength soft yet powerful, while an overwhelming killing intent radiated from the outside. With a loud bang, it forced Zhao Wu's arms apart and snatched the woman from his grasp.
A glance revealed that the Songstress was pale with fear, her clothing torn open to reveal skin as white as snow, exposing part of her curves. This sight only fueled Ye Yang's anger further. He shouted, "Zhao Wu, as a vanguard of the Chu Army and a favored general of Xiang Yu, how can you not know that military regulations prohibit such behavior towards women in camp? It seems that if Xiang Yu does not discipline you, I will gladly take it upon myself to teach you a lesson for your arrogance!"
Still shaken by Ye Yang's impressive Hidden Dragon Technique, Zhao Wu snapped back to reality at Ye Yang's words. He suddenly drew a long knife from behind him and angrily demanded, "Who are you really?"
"Ye Yang!"
"Ye Yang? The Qi King?" Zhao Wu's eyes roamed over Ye Yang's figure before he burst into laughter. "You’re just a wet-behind-the-ears kid and you're supposed to be the legendary Ye Yang? The one who killed Mid-Level Deity Gale and severely injured Mid-Level Deity Zaochi? How ridiculous! People truly love to elevate pretenders; today, I'll shatter your myth of Ye Yang!"
With a powerful stomp, Zhao Wu launched himself forward with a strike of his blade—simple yet effective. The edge shimmered with fine wind blades and Divine Crystal Power flickered ominously. Once a master from the Celestial Realm made their move, they were already aware of their own might!
...
"Clap! Clap! Clap..."
Ye Yang retreated three steps but left behind beautiful flames resembling lotus flowers where he had stood. With his arms guiding him, Fire God Power surged forth as three lotus flowers whirled around him like a Taiji formation. This was a Martial Arts Manual that blended Fire God True Qi with Void Technique. Ye Yang’s greatest strength in this chaotic world was his resilience; his second greatest was undoubtedly his creativity. It was his continuous self-creation of Martial Arts Manuals that propelled his strength forward. Even after the Heavenly Gate opened and chaos reigned among gods and demons, he could still stand tall with his fists.
"Swish!"
Zhao Wu's Battle Blade struck nothing but air as he halted abruptly. Although the power behind his strike was formidable, much of its force had been dissipated by Ye Yang's Void Technique by the time it reached the ground, rendering it ineffective.
"What?!"
Suddenly realizing danger was imminent, Zhao Wu looked up but still could not evade Ye Yang's attack!
"Bang!"
A heavy palm struck Zhao Wu’s cheek. Despite being protected by Xuanwu Armor, he felt an overwhelming force from Ye Yang’s palm that left his face flushed red with five distinct finger marks clearly visible.
"Ah..."
Zhao Wu stumbled backward, falling onto the table. After one exchange with Ye Yang, he found himself completely outmatched, unable to even make a single counterattack. His long knife dropped to the ground, and Ye Yang stepped on it.
The reason was simple: Zhao Wu was drunk, which severely diminished his strength. Ye Yang had also employed the gentle force of the Void Technique, causing Zhao Wu to suffer a significant loss. Otherwise, despite the difference in strength, as fellow Lesser Deities, it shouldn't have been so easy for Ye Yang to defeat him in one encounter.
What was even more alarming was that Zhao Wu could clearly feel a powerful flame of True Qi penetrating his forehead. Although it was very quiet, it felt like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. Once it exploded, Zhao Wu's Spirit Platform would likely be in jeopardy.
...
"What... what do you want?" Zhao Wu asked in panic.
A group of martial generals stood dumbfounded; no one expected that Zhao Wu, as a Lesser Deity, would be so easily defeated by Ye Yang.
Ye Yang looked at Zhao Wu and said calmly, "I have no particular business; I just want to reminisce with an old friend, Xiang Yu."
"Do you wish to see the Overlord?"
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