"Bi Shihu!!!"
Venerable Elder Yuanliang roared.
Bi Shihu had suddenly turned his head and charged toward his rear, blocking his path of retreat, which also completely exceeded his expectations.
Looking at Bi Shihu, who seemed to hold the winning ticket, Venerable Elder Yuanliang's eyes turned crimson.
He had originally intended to cut down Bi Shihu in Highsun City as well, but he never expected that trash like Bi Shihu, who was already filthy to the core, would actually backstab him!
"Bi Shihu, we swore an oath!"
Forcibly enduring the urge to hack Bi Shihu into eight pieces, Venerable Elder Yuanliang held his twin swords and sent a voice transmission:
"It is still not too late for you. The Rising Sun Sage Elder promised to bestow a Body Integration opportunity upon you..."
"An opportunity?"
Bi Shihu sneered.
"The cultivators of the world seek their own opportunities. You underestimate me, Bi Shihu, far too much.
If I want to seek an opportunity, why would I need the help of your Wu tribe? You have also underestimated my strength of character.
As long as I, Bi Shihu, remain a human for even a single day, I will never associate with your Wu tribe!"
"Did you think it was you who sought me out? No, it was I who sought you."
"You..." Venerable Elder Yuanliang's expression changed.
"Over thirty years ago, Jiang Chenghuan of the Azure Cloud drove me to the brink of extermination, harmed me with rumors, threw my grand army into chaos, and caused me to be expelled by the Spear Saint. Did you really think I had no countermeasures?"
Bi Shihu's gaze was mocking, his words filled with disdain.
"I did, but I chose not to use them. Because I know that the people of the world are all blind.
They are far too ignorant; they will only remember that I was a deserter in the Shadowfell Prefecture, without ever considering why I became a deserter."
"The people of the world are ungrateful. I was merely a deserter once, and they completely forgot that I guarded Deston Prefecture for tens of thousands of years.
When the Wu tribe invaded, I shed my blood and risked my life for them!"
"It was only in the battle of Shadowfell Prefecture that I chose to flee.
I was unwilling to let my soldiers sacrifice themselves in vain.
Perhaps that battle could have been won, but what wrong did I commit?"
"I saw through it all. I let the people of the world view me however they wanted, as it served well to blind the eyes of you Wu tribesmen.
I did not resist Jiang Chenghuan because I knew that, one day, your Wu tribe would come looking for me.
After all, in your eyes, for someone like me who has been beaten down into the mud, you are my only saviors."
With every word he spoke, Venerable Elder Yuanliang felt a surge of coldness pierce straight into his spine.
Bi Shihu's eyes were bloodshot.
"I have waited for this day for a very long time.
As long as there is an opportunity... Since the people of the world can forget my past benevolence, they can also forget the matter of the Shadowfell Prefecture.
After this battle, the world will only remember their invincible Marshal, Bi Shihu, who, during a critical moment in the rear of Deston Prefecture, used a grand army of ten thousand to scheme and ambush a Wu tribe grand army of three hundred thousand, emerging victorious!"
"You..." Venerable Elder Yuanliang's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Looking at the self-righteous Bi Shihu, he actually felt a wave of nausea.
"And you, Venerable Elder Yuanliang, are nothing more than a departed soul under my hammer."
A heavy hammer suddenly appeared in Bi Shihu's hand.
This hammer exuded the aura of a Top-Grade Dharma Treasure.
The moment it fell into his grasp, its sheer weight produced a sound that tore through the void.
"As for me, I am still Marshal Bi, who turned the tide for the dynasty. The battle of Highsun City is only the beginning. My invincible name will be passed down through the ages!"
Bi Shihu's tone was impassioned.
Fifty years had passed since the battle of the Shadowfell Prefecture.
Over these fifty years, it wasn't that he hadn't questioned whether he had made a mistake back then.
Through fifty years of wind and frost, suffering persecution from the people of the world and the Li Clan, he had once wanted to surrender to depravity and no longer entangle himself with Deston Prefecture.
But today, seeing the military and civilians in Highsun City revere him as their savior, hearing the cheers echoing from within the city, and feeling the reverent gazes of his subordinates beside him, Bi Shihu knew—he had never been wrong.
Even if the Shadowfell Prefecture had been won, who would have remembered him? How else could he have sought the Great Dao opportunity of being "Undefeated"?
"The world will no longer have the Li family's Female God of War; there will only be the Undefeated Marshal, Bi Shihu!"
"Despicable villain!"
Venerable Elder Yuanliang's chest heaved.
Originally, having reached his realm, there were very few things that could cause a ripple in his emotions.
But seeing the upward curve of Bi Shihu's mouth and his attitude of "I am not wrong; it is the world that is wrong," Venerable Elder Yuanliang wished for nothing more than to subject Bi Shihu to death by a thousand cuts.
"Venerable Elder, what... what should we do?!!"
Besides Venerable Elder Yuanliang, another Wu tribe Venerable Elder wore an ugly expression.
The military and civilians of Highsun City, who had been forced into the inner city, were all cheering for Bi Shihu without exception. Their morale had reached its absolute peak.
Although Bi Shihu's side only had ten thousand men, every single one of them was an elite soldier.
Coupled with the Void Refinement cultivators on both sides, his decades of preparation had completely become a joke.
"Kill!"
Venerable Elder Yuanliang was still deducing a countermeasure when his expression suddenly changed.
The cultivators in the inner city of Highsun City roared like madmen, pouring out their Spiritual power with no regard for their lives.
City Lord Feng Tu had already soared into the air, shouting indignantly at Bi Shihu, "Bi Shihu, I admit you are a real man! Let us encircle them and slay them all within Highsun City!"
As he spoke, numerous cultivators took to the skies.
The soldiers led by Feng Tu were not without their own tricks; they had surprisingly activated another Grade 4 array formation, which was also Highsun City's final trump card.
A thick mist rose within the entirety of Highsun City.
This bewitching array actually possessed the Spiritual power to shield one's perception, acting as if the clouds from the sky had descended upon Highsun City, spreading in all directions.
The cultivators in the inner city of Highsun City were screaming and unleashing their Spiritual power.
"Defend, defend!"
The Wu tribe's three hundred thousand-strong grand army was instantly submerged by the clouds and mist.
As the entire city seemed to be placed within the clouds, Bi Shihu's grand army guarded the city gates outside.
The moment any Wu tribesmen escaped, they were slaughtered as easily as mowing grass.
Ge Li looked at Bi Shihu with joy. "Marshal, let's charge in!"
Continuous booming sounds echoed from within the city.
Amidst the thick mist, the cultivators' Spiritual power emitted dazzling luster and terrifying auras.
With Spiritual power colliding everywhere, it was completely impossible to tell who was fighting whom.
Under such a massive battle, even Void Refinement experts did not dare to easily release their Primal Souls to investigate.
Bi Shihu frowned. "What we want is total annihilation!"