Feng Nan saw him retreat without a fight and thought he was afraid, so he pretended to attack again.

But at this moment, the Yellow Turban leader suddenly took a small iron box from his chest and placed it on the ground, kneeling.

Feng Nan was taken aback, then laughed loudly: "The Yellow Turban bandit fears me and wants to kneel and beg for mercy? You should kowtow ten times more, and then I might consider sparing your life."

The Yellow Turban leader’s expression was furious, but he endured and ignored him, respectfully kowtowing three times to the small iron box, then reached out to open it and shouted, "Celestial Lord, assist me!"

Suddenly, a wisp of yellow miasma floated out of the small iron box, hovering in the sky. This yellow miasma had a glowing light, and as soon as it appeared, it caught the attention of everyone present.

In the darkness illuminated only by firelight, the sudden appearance of this yellow miasma was dazzling, lighting up the area in a few breaths.

Qin Yuesheng felt a foreboding omen in his heart.

"Kill him, this Yellow Turban bandit is up to some demon technique." Feng Nan dodged the hook-shaped weapon of a nearby Snake Armor soldier and immediately charged at the Yellow Turban leader. Since the yellow miasma floated from that iron box, if he could kill this man and close the box, everything would be fine, and all would be well.

However, as Feng Nan approached the yellow cloud formed by the yellow miasma, a shadow suddenly attacked, and Feng Nan instinctively dodged to the side. Looking closely, he realized it was a golden melon hammer.

Bang!

A golden glittering figure jumped directly out of the cloud, landing steadily on the ground.

"Hmm?" Qin Yuesheng was surprised.

This was actually a giant in golden armor, standing over ten feet tall, akin to an iron tower, imposing a mysterious pressure just by standing there.

"Golden-armored Divine Soldier!" Feng Nan exclaimed, seemingly recognizing it.

The Yellow Turban leader rejoiced at the sight of the Golden-armored Divine Soldier: "Celestial Lord, assist me! Celestial Lord, assist me!"

The Divine Soldier initially held two golden melon hammers, threw one, and still had the other in hand. As soon as the Yellow Turban leader finished speaking, it charged at Feng Nan like a chariot, grabbing the other golden melon hammer halfway and raised both hammers high to smash down on Feng Nan.

Facing such a giant, Feng Nan naturally felt pressure and fear, but as a Hall Master of the White Lotus Saint Sect, he still had some skill. Seeing the formidable enemy approach, he showed no intention to retreat, wielding the weapon of a Snake Armor soldier, ready to meet the challenge.

At that moment, another Golden-armored Divine Soldier leaped out of the yellow cloud, which then slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"Kill that man first." The Yellow Turban leader pointed to the distant Qin Yuesheng, and the second Golden-armored Divine Soldier followed the order, charging directly at Qin Yuesheng.

"Good timing." Qin Yuesheng wanted to test this fellow’s strength; since the opponent came seeking him, it suited his intent perfectly.

With a powerful step, Qin Yuesheng leaped high, raising the Celestial Demon Evil Blade and violently slashed down with a force as if to cleave mountains.

The Golden-armored Divine Soldier raised both hammers to resist the Celestial Demon Evil Blade.

Bang!

A metallic clash was heard, and a massive force transmitted through the sword hilt, slightly numbing Qin Yuesheng’s hands.

All along, the Celestial Demon Evil Blade had conquered invincibly, yet now it met a match. The pair of golden melon hammers remained unscathed and contended evenly with the Celestial Demon Evil Blade.

"What?!" Qin Yuesheng was shocked.

Since acquiring the Celestial Demon Evil Blade, he had only encountered two things capable of withstanding it: the gloves worn by Huang Feng’s Four Wolves, and the Cold Frost Winter Snow Sword, both emerging from the same origin as the Celestial Demon Evil Blade.

And now, the hammers wielded by the Golden-armored Divine Soldier were the third!

"Excellent!" Instead of being angry, Qin Yuesheng was pleased, thrilled to finally meet a worthy opponent.

Seven Great Limits of Heaven and Earth. Mountain Shatter!

Numerous phantom mountains collided with the Golden-armored Divine Soldier’s golden melon hammers, shattering and collapsing, and the ensuing explosive force sent the Golden-armored Divine Soldier reeling, retreating tens of feet in an instant.

Crashing strongly into the rock walls of a large pit.

Bang!

The Yellow Turban leader was utterly shocked. This Golden-armored Divine Soldier, a life-saving gift from his general, was supposed to crush opponents and secure the Snake Armor army’s relics.

But who could have imagined that a single slash from the Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Saint Sect would repel it!

Fortunately, Feng Nan was suffering at the hands of the first Golden-armored Divine Soldier, barely surviving; otherwise, he would indeed suspect that the Divine Soldier summoned by his plea to the Celestial Lord was a fake.

Bang!

With one hammer strike, Feng Nan’s weapon instantly bent in two, no match for the Golden-armored Divine Soldier. Feng Nan’s face turned pale, hands trembling. Although he had exchanged only a few moves with the Divine Soldier, he was already overwhelmed, their combat strength on entirely different levels.

Though the Golden-armored Divine Soldier was massive, its speed was astonishingly agile. Even if Feng Nan tried to flee, he couldn’t outpace it, caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to escape or fight, earnestly distressed.

Barely dodging a hammer blow from the Divine Soldier, Feng Nan’s left arm was grazed by the golden melon hammer, instantly rendering his skin bloody and his bones cracked in multiple places.

"Ah!" Clutching his arm, Feng Nan fell to the ground. The Divine Soldier’s hammer force was so ferocious that just a brush left him internally injured.

The Golden-armored Divine Soldier, devoid of emotions, stepped forward the moment Feng Nan fell, stomping heavily on his chest. Suddenly, his eyes widened, turning vividly red, as blood streamed from his seven orifices, the power of the Divine Soldier’s step unmistakable.

"Ugh! I hate..."

A forceful hammer blow, and Feng Nan’s head instantly shattered like a large watermelon, reduced to pulp on the spot.

"Master Feng!"

"Master Feng!"

Seeing Feng Nan’s death, the White Lotus Sect disciples battling the Yellow Turban bandits all cried out.

Without Qin Yuesheng present, Feng Nan was their strongest fighter. Now witnessing his effortless demise at the hands of the giant’s golden melon hammer, each White Lotus Sect disciple was gripped by fear.

Overwhelmed by fear, their attacks became hesitant, bringing delight to the Yellow Turban onlookers, who accelerated their own assaults.