Chapter 225: Chapter 136: The Strategy of Undermining Morale, Slaying Generals and Seizing the Banner (Part 3)

Zhang Lianshan never expected that the Mountain Shattering Technique, which had just cleaved a mountain peak, would bounce back when it struck down.

It was utterly absurd.

Watching a sword slash down from above, even before the sword’s edge reached him, the endless waves of Qi were already pressing down, causing his body to sink, and the Red Lightning Treasure Steed beneath him to tremble, almost kneeling.

Zhang Lianshan screamed hoarsely, no longer wanting to wield his blade to kill.

But he still held onto his sword with both hands, raising it sharply to block.

[Mountain Shattering Technique]

"Clang..."

Every kind of sound—clappers, drums, gongs—exploded simultaneously in his ears.

Zhang Lianshan only felt his muscles and bones wail weakly, as if countless cracks had opened, his palm splitting, his elbow joint dislocated, with bone splinters poking out. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

His mind went blank, and at that moment, his thoughts seemed to pause.

His whole body felt light and airy.

He seemed to hear a shout again.

"Good, good strength, take another sword from me."

Chen Ping, feeling exhilarated, sensed that after two fierce clashes, his body’s bones were resonating, and his muscles tempered... just like entering the best gym, learning from the best teacher, having an exhilarating massage.

He wielded his sword, stirring up the wind and clouds, howling as he slashed down again.

"Why are you taking the sword again, he’s already shattered his bones, don’t kill the horse."

Han Xiaoru rolled her eyes, hastily shouting.

The horse was indeed fine.

Compared to the few white, yellow, and black horses they’d ridden, it stood a head taller, extraordinarily majestic.

Who knows where Zhang Lianshan found it and how much gold and silver it cost.

Yet, no matter how fine a horse, if slashed by the junior brother’s sword this way, it wouldn’t withstand it.

If not minced to pieces, it would end up in several parts.

"Not so durable, I see."

Hearing the shout, Chen Ping shook his head, sighed, and with a flick of his wrist.

The Black Dragon Sword, originally sweeping down with the might of Cloud-Dispelling Qi Manipulation, suddenly halted.

It transformed into something as light as a feather, deftly spinning past Zhang Lianshan’s neck.

The former Xuanwu Guard Captain sat upright on the horse, his head drooping, eyes glazed, obviously yet to recover from the shock.

With Chen Ping’s sword light slashing through, a large head soared into the sky.

Blood sprayed several yards high.

Screams of shock echoed near and far.

Intermingled with a wail of sorrow.

"Bro!"

Face fair and tall, Zhang Lesui’s face quickly turned aghast with sorrow, his heart aching as he shouted and raised his spear.

The military Qi of the cavalry formation, though significantly weakened, turned and poured onto him.

"Brothers fight tigers together, father and sons fight battles, very good."

Chen Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Before coming, he had asked Zhuo Yunfei carefully.

Among Zhang Lianshan’s confidants, apart from Zhang Lesui who was highly trusted, being his biological brother and unlikely to surrender.

There was also Huang Shen of the Divine Bow Camp, his childhood brother, having grown up together playing in the mud.

Now, under Huang Shen’s sharp orders, the Bow and Arrow Camp had over a hundred men drawing bows and shooting, but it was no real threat.

However, that cavalry’s morale hadn’t collapsed.

Even after the main general’s death, they could still maintain an assaulting posture, which was commendable.

Yet, he was still not fully satiated with battle, the momentum of his assault unbroken, his sword light swirling like a roaring black dragon, employing the Pacifying the Realm technique, the momentum of his sword striking horizontally...

Zhang Lesui’s spear had just thrust forward when it was struck by the sword’s edge.

Bang...

With a muffled sound, the fine steel long spear, buzzing like an arrow shaft, violently rebounded backward.

With a "whoosh", the spear shaft penetrated Zhang Lesui’s chest, then continued through three cavalry soldiers, and only then did it fly obliquely into the sky, disappearing from sight.

The sword momentum didn’t stop, sweeping horizontally.

In silver armor, Zhang Lesui did not move, but his upper body slid off diagonally.

Not even blocking a single move.

Even with the backing of military Qi, his strength was still too far off, getting slain instantly.

Chen Ping pursed his lips gently, looking up.

He saw that not only had the drifting, winding military Qi above the five hundred cavalry dispersed, but the majestic, mountain-like infantry formation’s military Qi in the distance had also dissipated simultaneously.

"Drop your weapons, surrender, and you will be spared."

Chen Ping fiercely urged his horse forward.

The opposing cavalry formation filled with human shouts and horse whinnies, spiraling into chaos.

As Chen Ping approached, a clatter of weapons fell to the ground in succession.

Some panicked and fearfully galloped away, others fell from their horses, kneeling and begging for mercy.

In the Bow Camp, aside from a few sporadic arrows shot, most people had long lowered their arms, faces filled with dismay.

The battle hadn’t even started yet.

The main general was already dead, and even the cavalry commander had been slain, the cavalry formation shattered...

The opponent was just one man and one horse charging ahead, yet seemed unstoppable.

In the infantry formation, Hu Yong sighed, uncertain whether with joy or sorrow.

Hearing the sound, he casually dropped his long sword and iron shield, held his hands together, and stood quietly.

Seeing the commander like this, how could the soldiers behind not know what to do?

After all, the opponent wasn’t an enemy; he was the newly appointed captain by the Prefecture Government Office, with Zhuo Yunfei, the Chief Constable, personally verifying and reading the documents—how could it be fake?

Anyone who wanted to fight to the death could do so.

Fighting spirit for Zhang Lianshan was pure folly.

Chen Ping halted his charge, waved his hand, and the twenty-five riders behind him charged forward.

Huang Shen of the Bow Camp, along with a group of confidants, only blocked for a moment before dying under the sword.

Chen Ping even noticed that Zhang Lianshan’s childhood brother, at the last moment, wanted to surrender, but was slain by a sword from Zhang Gu.

’This senior brother, despite his honest appearance, had a surprisingly delicate mind.

In the past, he was just teaching juniors and managing internal affairs at the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, truly a waste of talent.’

Even in terms of meticulous thinking, Han Xiaoru was somewhat inferior to him.