"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Xu Mujun advanced step by step, with a feeling as if a great mountain was pressing down in the void.

The White Lotus Sect disciples blocking his way were all crushed to the ground, unable to escape no matter how they struggled.

Behind him, tens of thousands of the Dragon-soaring Army moved freely without any restrictions.

"What happened?"

"Why are all the rebels down?"

"It’s, it’s the Grand General!"

"General Xie said, Grand General Xu has advanced to Martial God!"

"Martial God? What realm is that?"

"It seems... it seems to be above the Innate!"

"No! The Grand General explained before, that above the Innate is Spirit Communication. And Martial God... is above Spirit Communication!"

"Martial God Realm!"

"Grand General!"

"Quickly, quickly, seize those traitors...!"

Countless exclamations sounded from within the Dragon-soaring Army.

From lowly soldiers to deputy generals, Xu Mujun’s clan members, all looked in shock at that silhouette.

Xie Jiuque stared intently at Xu Mujun’s back, his eyes full of disbelief.

"The Grand General once said, the key to advancing to the Spirit Communication Realm is to find your own martial belief."

"Continuously temper your belief, take your spirit to the extreme, and then you can influence the surrounding world, even comprehend rules."

"Using your spirit to communicate with Heaven and Earth Rules, this is Spirit Communication."

"And Martial God..."

Xie Jiuque’s pupils contracted again.

Because he saw... the armor on Grand General Xu’s body became increasingly crimson.

The lost left arm was actually regrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, it transformed into a real arm!

This is... limb regeneration!

"Martial God! Is this the Martial God Realm?"

"The will of the Martial Dao can change the surrounding world, even change the Heaven and Earth Rules."

"Within a beam’s breadth, one can be an enemy to the nation!"

Xie Jiuque’s heart was shaken, his pupils focusing only on Xu Mujun.

It seemed as if in the whole world, there was only the silhouette of Xu Mujun.

"Martial God, Martial God..."

"Grand General Xu’s will in Martial Dao is to protect the homeland, defend Great Yu, and rescue the common people!"

Xie Jiuque murmured, "Then... what is my martial belief?"

On the chaotic battlefield, Xie Jiuque unexpectedly fell into hesitation, staring dumbly at Xu Mujun’s silhouette, lost in thought.

"General Xie!"

A personal guard quickly ran over, breaking his contemplations.

He reacted swiftly, asking, "What’s wrong?"

"Wherever Grand General Xu passes by, all White Lotus Sect disciples fall to the ground, as if pinned down by something heavy... what should we do?"

Xie Jiuque had followed Xu Mujun for two years, and with his Innate Realm martial arts cultivation could already lead an army alone.

Yet, he willingly stayed with the Dragon-soaring Army, prompted by Xu Mujun.

Within the Dragon-soaring Army, many soldiers also had great faith in Xie Jiuque.

Now that Xu Mujun fell into a state of enlightenment, the surrounding Dragon-soaring Army began to follow Xie Jiuque’s commands.

With just a brief thought, Xie Jiuque spoke, "Our army is but a single unit, here to destroy the White Lotus Sect rebels, we must not linger."

"Any White Lotus Sect disciple, fallen yet still holding weapons, kill!"

"Glaring angrily, kill!"

"Cursing loudly, kill!"

"Devoted White Lotus Sect members, kill!"

"Any who harbor hostility towards the Dragon-soaring Army, regardless of the elderly, women, or children, kill them!"

"Understood?"

The personal guard responded instantly, "Subordinates comply!"

"Holding weapons, kill!"

"Glaring angrily, kill!"

"Cursing loudly, kill!"

"Devoted White Lotus Sect members, kill!"

Commands were spread immediately, and many Dragon-soaring soldiers raised their blades once more.

Anyone fallen still holding weapons, staring angrily, cursing loudly, all were slain without hesitation!

Only those who actively discarded weapons and knelt to surrender could save themselves.

Soon, another command came from Xie Jiuque’s mouth.

"Anyone wearing a white scarf, regardless of age or gender, kill!"

"Throw down the white scarf, spit on it, and a life may be spared!"

Wearing a white scarf was the symbol of the White Lotus Sect.

In this situation, keeping a white scarf meant being a loyal sect member.

Only discarding the scarf and spitting on it proved they were ordinary people misled by the sect.

Soon as the command was given.

Some White Lotus Sect disciples on the ground quickly tore off their white scarves, spitting on them, pleading on their knees just to survive.

And this action had to be swift; anyone slow would face the long blade of the Dragon-soaring Army.

Yet many, even those whom the army had spared, clung stubbornly to the scarves.

To these people, the Dragon-soaring Army showed no mercy, cutting them down at once.

Faithful White Lotus Sect disciples and those deceived by the sect were soon differentiated.

Some were gathered for processing, others were executed directly!

With Xu Mujun’s involvement, the situation in Guangqing City quickly stabilized.

The East City, North City, and West City were seized by the Dragon-soaring Army, leaving only the core White Lotus Sect area of the South City!

South City.

Countless White Lotus Sect disciples crowded together, some wanting to rush out and kill, offering everything to Mother of Non-birth.

While others pushed inward, seeking to escape.

Tens of thousands of disciples were squeezed together, causing chaos.

"Move quickly! Mother of Non-birth above, grant me divine power, to slay the Imperial Court’s dogs!"

"Ghost! Ghost, run!"

"What exactly happened?!"

"Damn it!"

Lian Ning’er arrived swiftly with over a dozen martial artists, furious at the chaotic crowd.

She then grabbed a retreating, flustered disciple and leaped onto a nearby building, angrily demanding, "What happened?"

"Ghost, ghost..."

The disciple repeated mindlessly.

Lian Ning’er slapped him several times, snapping him back to reality.

"Tell me, what happened up ahead?"

"Saint, Saint..."

Seeing the white lotus emblem embroidered on Lian Ning’er’s chest, the disciple nervously said, "The Imperial Court’s army, there’s a ghost, a ghost..."

"What ghost?"

"Lian Ning’er!"

A sudden voice sounded, and over a dozen accompanying saints leaped onto surrounding buildings.

They looked at the distant scene in shock, seemingly unwilling to believe their eyes.

"What happened?"

Lian Ning’er furrowed her brows, instinctively looking in the same direction as everyone else.

She saw a figure donning blood-colored armor advancing slowly in Guangqing City.

The White Lotus Sect disciples who had frenzied expressions suddenly froze within a kilometer of the figure.

Their frenzied expressions became confused, then suspicious, eventually turning into terror.

Many devoted White Lotus Sect followers reacted the same!

Some, as the crimson figure approached, collapsed on the ground, and those mentally weaker even fainted.

"Who is he?"

"What’s happening?"

"Are there cultivators in the Imperial Court’s army?"

Lian Ning’er asked three questions, while a tall male White Lotus Saint beside hesitated, "That looks like... Xu Mujun?"

"Xu Mujun!"

Lian Ning’er’s eyes gleamed, "The one the Holy Mother mentioned, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Court’s army!"

"Quickly summon god, kill him!!!"