Peerless War God

In midair, Zheng Yuanwu, who was speeding along, suddenly slowed down and shouted in a low voice.    

Beside him, Zheng Long and Elder Yu Ming, who had long white hair, paused for a moment and responded in unison.    

“Father, what’s the matter?” Zheng Long asked.    

“Yes, Patriarch,” Yu Ming said in a low voice.    

His gaze was solemn, and there was also a hint of nervousness and worry, but most of it was firmness.    

As the only guest immortal of the Zheng Clan who had been recruited, he and Zheng Yuanwu had long been bound together. They were like ants on the same string.    

At this juncture, there was no possibility of retreating at all.    

Zheng Yuanwu glanced at the two and said coldly, “It’s not far ahead. The Black Heaven God Sect’s stronghold is about to arrive. I’ll set up the ambush. I’ll be the vanguard. Yu Ming, you’ll support from the side. Zheng Long, you’ll lead the troops and ambush here. Prepare to receive them at any time to prevent any mishaps.”    

“Yes.” Yu Ming said without a word, not having any objections.    

Since even Zheng Yuanwu had to personally take action and lead the vanguard, as a guest immortal, how could he dare to say no to someone who had paid him money? He naturally had to obey.    

When Zheng Long heard this, he felt a little fortunate. He wasn’t stupid, so of course he knew that such a task of receiving was the safest.    

“Yes, Father. I’ll arrange it well,” Zheng Long said in a low voice.    

“Yes, Yu Ming. Let’s speed up. If we’re discovered by the other party, we’ll lose the initiative. It’ll be troublesome then.”    

Zheng Yuanwu shouted in a low voice and swiftly dashed off.    

“Yes. The others, follow quickly.” Yu Ming’s expression sank as he shouted loudly and swiftly followed.    

Among the large group of cultivators, Zheng Yougeng was one of them. He revealed a slightly anxious and worried expression. He knew that this battle was about to begin. Whether he lived or died would be decided in a single thought.    

“Yougeng, what are you thinking about? Are you nervous?”    

At this moment, his companion at the side transmitted sound carefully.    

Zheng Yougeng turned his head and glanced at his companion before withdrawing his gaze and smiling bitterly.    

“Of course I’m nervous. The battle this time is hard to predict. It’s a lie to say that I’m not afraid.”    

Zheng Yougeng said helplessly.    

“Yeah, I’m afraid, but we don’t have a choice. The Third Prince’s methods are too ruthless. If we don’t do as he says, we’ll probably only die. Sigh.”    

His companion sighed endlessly.    

Zheng Yougeng shook his head and said, “Although that’s the case, I feel that Fan Ren deserves more than death, and the Blackheaven Divine Sect deserves even more. Although the Blackheaven Divine Sect is only rampaging in the Kui Nan Region now, if we continue to allow it to grow, it’ll definitely endanger the entire Divine Dynasty. At that time, we won’t be able to escape either.”    

His companion pondered for a moment and said, “Yes, what you said makes sense, but… Sigh.”    

“What’s wrong?”    

Suddenly, his companion’s eyes flashed with an unnatural black color. It was rather strange. He replied, “I keep feeling that the dynasty and the royal family deserve to suffer. They are high and mighty, and they should be the ones suffering. Should we die together and bear endless suffering? No, that’s not the case. We should resist.”    

His companion’s words greatly shocked Zheng Yougeng. He could not believe what he had just said.    

His eyes widened as he questioned, “Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?”    

His companion’s eyes flashed with a bloody light. It was extremely dangerous. Zheng Yougeng subconsciously froze and was at a loss.    

He had never encountered such a situation before.    

In the time he was stunned, misfortune had descended upon him.    

“Sorry, Yougeng. Let’s be brothers again in our next life. For the Divine Church’s dream, all of you have to die.”    

His companion said sternly.    

“You…”    

Zheng Yougeng’s eyes were bulging like lanterns. He wanted to say something, but it was too late.    

“Puchi.”    

The sharp blade pierced through his heart and exploded into a ball of shocking blood in midair.    

His companion’s sudden attack had caught him completely off guard, and he was hit.    

Zheng Yougeng felt his entire body turn cold. His strength was quickly disappearing, and his body was falling rapidly towards the ground.    

The scene was in chaos.    

“What's going on? What happened?”    

“Dammit, Brother Assist was attacked by his companions. Kill him! He's a traitor! Kill him!”    

“There's a traitor in our midst! Kill him! Avenge Brother Assist! Avenge him!”    

Instantly, all the members of the Zheng Clan that had reacted to the situation immediately surrounded the person who had attacked them.    

Zheng Yuvecheng, who was still in the midst of his death, sighed in his heart and felt rather unwilling.    

“Who would have thought that I would die in such a manner…”    

After that, there was only boundless darkness and coldness.    

The chaos that had appeared in midair caused Zheng Yuanwu's expression to change endlessly. He stopped abruptly and turned around to look.    

“What's going on? What happened?” Zheng Yuanwu asked.    

His eyes were filled with fury, and he seemed as if he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood. He seemed as if he wanted to devour someone.    

At this moment, he was under the orders of the Third Prince. He had been ordered to attack the Blackheaven Church's stronghold at lightning speed, and he had not expected that an accident would occur halfway through the journey.    

“Reporting to the Patriarch, a traitor in the clan suddenly attacked and attacked his companions.”    

Yu Ming replied with a solemn expression.    

When he heard this, Zheng Yuanwu's expression turned green, and he cursed angrily, “Traitor? Kill him! Kill all three clans and not a single one of them! I hate traitors the most!”    

“Yes.”    

Yu Ming replied.    

However, he knew that this matter was clearly not something that could be dealt with now. He would have to wait until everyone returned before dealing with it.    

"Ah!"    

In midair, following a shrill cry, the traitor that attacked Zheng Yougeng earlier was killed as well, and not even a complete corpse was left behind.    

Zheng Yuanwu's face turned livid when he saw this, and he spoke with an extremely unsightly expression, "Go, continue. We mustn't delay any longer. If we delay the opportunity, then even if we die ten thousand times, we won't be able to atone for our sins."    

"Yes, continue moving forward." Yu Ming called out loudly.    

"Boom!"    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"    

"Boom!"    

At practically the exact same moment, over ten pillars of light shot up from the ground, and they formed an enormous prison formation that enveloped Zheng Yuanwu and the others within it, trapping them within it.    

It was even to the extent that there were some cultivators that were slightly unlucky, and they were directly struck by the pillars of light that shot up into the sky, causing them to instantly be transformed into ash that perished without a sound.    

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"    

"Not good! There's an ambush! Dammit! How could this be?"    

Instantly, the cultivators of the Zheng Clan fell into extreme chaos, and they were thrown into a state of confusion.    

Immediately, Zheng Yuanwu's expression was even darker than the bottom of a pot, and he clenched his fists tightly as he cursed loudly. "Who leaked the information? There's still traitors and spies within the clan! Dammit! Dammit! All of them deserve to die!"    

When Yu Ming saw this, he said anxiously, "Clan Master, now is not the time to complain. Let's break out of the encirclement first before talking about anything else. Let's attack together while the formation is still not formed."    

"Alright, let's attack together and kill!"    

"Break the formation."    

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