Old Calculation hesitated next to him and said: "Perhaps, compared to the Food Protection Army, the particularities of this God-Given King are more formidable, which has made even the Trick Door unable to sit idly by, for fear that it will be even harder to handle in the future?"

Speculating out of thin air, they naturally couldn't find an answer, so everyone simply came to Menghu Pass to see for themselves.

At this time, within Quzhou's boundary, at a natural towering and perilous pass, smoke signals had already risen, and within the pass, heavy troops were guarding it with a sombre density.

Outside the pass, in front of the main road, large banners waved as troops from various areas gathered, in this chaotic world of grass and trees, it was through blood and slaughter that one could cultivate an imposing manner.

The Food Protection Army in Mingzhou only had ten thousand elite troops worth noticing.

But now, having first attacked Huzhou, then marched toward Quzhou, one could see from the banners that it had become quite an impressive sight.

Under the Central Army Tent stood Ming King Yang Gong, clad in iron armor, exuding a murderous aura, surrounded by a forest of swords and spears, with the light reflecting cold off his armor.

To his left and right were the two generals, Zhou Liang and Shen Hongzhi, and surrounding them were numerous elite soldiers lined up orderly. Those in the center wore dark red armor and carried red lanterns on their spears. This was undoubtedly the core of Ming King Yang Gong's Food Protection Army.

Next to them, clothed in white hemp, was Dong Qiayun's Cloth Army.

Beside them, with their leather outfits and carrying iron racks on their backs, was Zhou Liang's Fire Crow Army.

Keeping their distance, carrying tile jars on their backs and with arrogant expressions, was Zhao Zhu's Tile Jar Army.

Looking north, the sound of gongs and drums was heard as the Gunzhou White Armor Army arrived.

Leading them, on the left, was Old Master Sun with his white beard flowing and his sturdy and robust build. On the right was Altar Master Tang, with a hairless, pale face. In the middle was the strategist Bai Shanzi, holding a folding fan.

The White Armor Army had no leader; all decisions were usually made by these three, and they hadn't proclaimed a king.

The reason was simple: the leader was supposed to be Immortal Miaoshan from the One Coin Sect, but she hardly involved herself in management.

Old Master Sun and his associates had the ambition of raising flags and gaining fame but lacked the desire to become emperor.

They were the type to gather troops and wait for a good offer, intending to sell themselves for a high price.

As the two forces converged to speak, another side erupted with gongs and drums as iron cavalry shook the ground, and everyone lifted their spirits. Even Ming King Yang Gong stretched his neck to look over.

He knew that it was the Guazhou Iron Threshold Army, which he had arranged to come and attack the Quzhou God-Given King together; they were also a fairly renowned troop.

Due to the No-Eating Bull's secret planning, both parties allied to support each other, considering themselves compatriots, though that Iron Threshold King remained a mystery, yet to be seen.

From afar, the Iron Threshold Army gradually came into view, with each soldier on horseback, wielding a massive shield, their armors complete, unparalleled by even the Food Protection Army and White Armor Army.

In the midst of raised banners rode a stout figure, with a cold expression, surrounded by personal guards on both sides, his presence was imposing as he arrived at the front.

Ming King Yang Gong was clearly taken aback, rubbing his eyes to see again, still dazed.

Even Zhou Liang and Zhao Zhu were momentarily stunned, exchanging a glance and looking again, still in a daze.

Hu Ma was also bewildered, with a slightly altered voice: "That is..."

"...Zhou Datong?"

This kid was supposed to be at the blood food mine, following Second Master to harvest blood food, why is he here now?

"Ahem..."

Seeing Hu Ma in a daze, the Colorful Character Sect disciple beside him quickly explained: "The Sect Hierarch shouldn't be angry; it was all orchestrated by Big Senior Brother."

"When you captured Guazhou City and wiped out the Yan Family, the Iron Threshold Sect had to come under our control. But the No-Eating Bull provided strategists, not a king, so a reliable person had to be supported.

"When looking for someone, none of the temporary candidates fit, so the Food Protection Army's Think Tank, Iron Mouth, recommended him. Big Senior Brother personally examined and approved him, placing your junior, General Zhou, in the Iron Threshold King's position..."

He watched Hu Ma's expression while speaking, his attitude growing serious: "Of course, although this matter wasn't reported to the Sect Hierarch in advance, there was a reason."

"Big Senior Brother said this was part of the Heavenly Book left by our Master: whenever good things come, always think of the leader a bit more. If the leader doesn't need it, then think of the leader's relatives."

"No notice should be given to avoid making the leader err, but when the leader finds out later, even if they complain a bit, they will be inwardly grateful."

This left Hu Ma unable to complain, and upon careful thought, he could only sigh: "This really seems to be a truth derived from our reincarnated world..."

Seeing Hu Ma relax, the Colorful Character Sect disciple of the No-Eating Bull chuckled: "Moreover, he fits the position rather well; it seems like fate intended it. The only issue is, he's sometimes overly enthusiastic with certain enemies' relatives..."

Hearing this, even Old Calculation couldn't help but laugh and said: "This truly speaks to everyone's destiny..."

"When I read his fortune back then, I felt there was great wealth and honor destined for him..."