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When Little Dragon Girl and her companions arrived at the altar, the plains surrounding it were already filled with devotees of the God of Hongmeng.

Residents from dozens of miles around had all gathered.

There were also countless martial artists.

Many of them were just there to watch the excitement. Of course, some well-informed martial artists knew that the Mongolian Army was approaching and didn't dare come to spectate.

But many bold ones still came without fear.

As martial artists, as long as they didn't directly confront the army, they would flee once it approached. The army couldn't catch them, so naturally, it couldn't harm them.

"Sect Hierarch, the Mongolian Army seems to be not far from here. If we conduct the ritual here, we might be caught by them. We are not afraid, but so many of the common people just can't run away!"

Hong Qigong looked at the sea of people around him and expressed his concern.

Once the Mongolian Army attacked, it would certainly result in a river of blood, with countless dead and injured.

"Don't worry. As long as our god manifests, the Mongolian Army will be no cause for concern," Little Dragon Girl said indifferently.

She had no worries in her heart. This was because Bibi Dong had already promised to assist her if trouble arose.

With Bibi Dong's eighth-rank strength, she could annihilate an army of thirty thousand with a single move!

"If that's the case, then all is well!"

Hong Qigong didn't know about Bibi Dong, nor did he understand what it meant for the God of Hongmeng to manifest. His worries did not lessen.

But since Little Dragon Girl seemed unconcerned, he felt it was inappropriate to say more.

He had already decided in his heart that if they couldn't scare off the Mongolian Army later, he would risk his life to kill the army's commander and force the Mongolian Army to retreat.

Now, with his Grandmaster cultivation level, there was a great hope of slaying the commander amidst an army of thirty thousand.

Especially with Grandmasters like Huang Yaoshi present to assist.

If the commander were slain, the Mongolian Army would undoubtedly crumble.

This way, tens of thousands of common people around them could also be protected.

Meanwhile, ten miles away, an army of thirty thousand from Mongolia swept towards Zhongnan Mountain like a black tide.

"Great Khan, we've found traces of the Quanzhen Sect ten miles ahead. They seem to be conducting a ritual ceremony, not only with all followers of the Quanzhen Sect but also with tens of thousands of people from the Central Plains!"

In the middle of the army, Mongke sat on his carriage, listening to the report from his scout, his eyes filled with skepticism. What are they playing at? Don't they know we're coming? On the plains, once my Mongolian cavalry charges, no matter how skilled their martial arts, they will be crushed under hoof!

"Are you sure it's Quanzhen Sect followers and common people? There are no ambushes around?" Mongke stared at the scout, questioning.

"Reporting to the Great Khan, we have carefully scouted the surrounding area. It's only the Quanzhen Sect and the common people. We found no other military forces, nor any sign of ambushes!" the scout said.

"Scout again and report back!" Mongke commanded.

"Yes, Great Khan!"

The scout immediately withdrew.

"Army, arrange into battle formation and advance with caution!"

Mongke was battle-hardened and therefore distrustful. There must be a catch to something so out of the ordinary, he thought.

After commanding the army, Mongke turned to the King of the Golden Wheel. "State Preceptor, what do you think?" he asked.

The King of the Golden Wheel nodded. "Great Khan, the Quanzhen Sect recently renamed itself the Hongmeng Divine Sect and now worships the God of Hongmeng. They are currently conducting a sacrificial ritual. There's something eerie about all this. Without seeing them myself, I cannot make a judgment."

"With thirty thousand of our cavalry descending upon them, no matter what trick the Quanzhen Sect is up to, they will be reduced to ashes under our overwhelming power," Nimo Star spoke nonchalantly, adding a touch of flattery.

Mongke did not disagree.

The army continued to advance.

On the plains at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a towering altar stood. All the devotees stood around it, waiting in solemn silence.

"Bring up the sacrifices!" Little Dragon Girl instructed.

Instantly, offerings of livestock, Daoist scriptures, and other sacrificial items were brought to the altar.

Li Mochou, dressed in splendid attire, ascended the altar.

"Sect Hierarch, isn't sacrificing a living person too inhumane?" Seeing Li Mochou step onto the altar, Hong Qigong couldn't help but speak out.

Although Li Mochou had an infamous reputation in the martial world as a great demoness, using a living person as a sacrifice was simply too cruel.

"Just watch. Our god is a compassionate and virtuous deity. My martial sister's sacrifice is a profound opportunity!"

Little Dragon Girl had barely finished speaking when the ground began to tremble violently. A horde of thirty thousand Mongolian soldiers approached like a dark tide from afar.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

In that instant, the entire world seemed to shake.

"Ah, no good, the Mongolian Army is coming!"

"Run for your lives!"

The spectating martial artists exclaimed in shock and turned to flee.

The commoners around the altar also panicked. However, knowing the God of Hongmeng to be the True God, they barely managed to suppress their fear and didn't run away immediately.

But the terror on their faces could not be concealed, and they all looked towards Little Dragon Girl.

If she couldn't give them a convincing reason, they too were ready to flee for their lives!

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Our god is the supreme Immortal True God! He will protect every one of his followers! Let us all pray with me!"

With the support of her Grandmaster-level inner strength, Little Dragon Girl's voice echoed ten miles around. The originally panicked and terrified followers, hearing her words, suppressed their fear.

It wasn't that they believed in Little Dragon Girl; they had confidence in the God of Hongmeng.

Therefore, in the face of this life-or-death crisis, all the commoners became more devout than ever and prayed alongside Little Dragon Girl.

"Great Khan, they genuinely seem to be offering sacrifices to their god," the King of the Golden Wheel, standing beside Mongke, spoke slowly. "However, the woman who just spoke possesses such profound cultivation; it's possible she has reached the realm once held by Wang Chongyang!"

His eyes were fixed on Little Dragon Girl, filled with curiosity. Such a young woman possessing such profound cultivation—truly a martial arts prodigy!

Nimo Star scoffed. "What's so great about Wang Chongyang? He was just overhyped. If I had been at the Huashan Martial Arts Tournament, I could have taken first place too!"

The King of the Golden Wheel gazed at Little Dragon Girl. "Is that so? You might not be a match for that young woman."

Nimo Star, eyeing Little Dragon Girl's graceful, fairy-like figure, declared proudly, "Just watch. I'll capture her later and present her to the Great Khan for disposal."

Mongke smiled. "Good. Whoever among you captures her will be richly rewarded."

Since Little Dragon Girl had garnered such high regard from the King of the Golden Wheel, it meant her martial arts were extraordinary. Such a person definitely could not be allowed to leave alive.

Nimo Star, Yin Kexi, and other powerful martial artists eagerly voiced their intentions. "Rest assured, Great Khan, I will capture her alive and present her to you!" Nimo Star declared, with others echoing his sentiment.

Mongke gave a slight nod, then rose to his feet, shouting loudly, "The Quanzhen Sect is brutal! They slaughtered a Mongolian prince! Blood must be repaid with blood!"

"Blood must be repaid with blood!"

The thirty thousand-strong army chanted in unison. Their voices pierced the sky, scattering the clouds above, and their fearsome aura intimidated all living beings around them.

The commoners near the altar shuddered, their fear surging, and their prayers became even more devout.

Their only hope now lay in the God of Hongmeng manifesting to save them.

With a grand wave of his hand, Mongke ordered, "Kill!" His thirty thousand Mongolian cavalry surged forward like a tidal wave.

"Kill them!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Individual Mongolian cavalrymen brandished their scimitars, howling, their faces contorted into bloodthirsty grins.