Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

Huang Feihu's abilities were beyond question. With Li Jing by his side, the North Sea could truly be held.

As for Li Mingzhu, he was focused on his cultivation or perhaps strategizing amidst the Divine Enthronement. For now, his position in the North Sea—though still embroiled with Yin Shang—had mostly freed itself from the vortex of the struggles of Divine Enthronement.

Even if there were lingering entanglements, they were no longer of critical importance and far from the core of the storm.

It happened that Huang Feihu, leading an army of 100,000 personal troops, returned from the front lines to press upon Chaoge.

Wen Zhong, at this moment, had no time to trouble King Zhou. Resolving the immediate crisis was the proper course. Though Huang Feihu had been wronged and was filled with grievances, pressing an army toward Chaoge in this manner was undeniably inappropriate.

Wen Zhong, though capable, could never shake off his blind loyalty.

Lady Xi had seen through this trait, which was why she acted recklessly in Chaoge, becoming utterly unrestrained.

Even though Wen Zhong was aware of it all, he was powerless to act. Despite holding the Golden Whip bestowed by the late emperor, King Zhou avoided him entirely. What could he do in such circumstances?

Huang Feihu, leading his 100,000 Flying Tiger Army, bore down on Chaoge. Wen Zhong took charge himself, swiftly rallying all the troops near Chaoge, amassing an equal force of 100,000 soldiers.

Yet of these, only the 10,000 elite soldiers protecting the Royal Palace could truly fight. The rest were mere rabble, and relying on them to defeat Huang Feihu would be exceedingly difficult.

Li Mingzhu followed closely behind Huang Feihu's army, concealing his presence. Without a Quasi-Saint-level being, no one could detect him.

Did Chaoge have any Quasi-Saints now?

Perhaps it did, but it was certain none would stand on King Zhou's side.

Huang Feihu, though enraged, had not lost his reason. His army was disciplined and orderly, determined to capture Chaoge in one decisive strike and end King Zhou's life.

For a man, what is the greatest humiliation?

It must undoubtedly be the hatred of a stolen wife. Huang Feihu's situation was not one of absolute betrayal, but it had come far too close,

and in the end, his wife was dead—even his sister had perished. How could he possibly endure this?

As for whether he could capture Chaoge, or what would happen afterward, Huang Feihu did not think about it much. After all, he came with a heart resolved to die.

Beneath Chaoge, Huang Feihu's 100,000-strong army had long since assembled, ready to charge at his command, fearing neither death nor pain in their assault.

This was the Huang family's personal army, the Flying Tiger Army sworn to defend the nation!

Huang Feihu's title as the Nation-Defending King Wu Cheng was not merely inherited from the Huang family's seven generations of loyalty but earned through battle.

Furthermore, Huang Feihu commanded an array of experts, including his second brother, three sons, and four sworn friends, among others...

Huang Feihu had been personally trained by Wen Zhong, so he naturally understood the extent of Huang Feihu's prowess. Thus, Wen Zhong had no desire to leave the city to battle Huang Feihu, choosing instead to fortify Chaoge's defenses.

He awaited reinforcements from Chong Shun, the son of the Northern Marquis Chong Houhu, certain that their arrival would resolve the current siege. Surely Huang Feihu understood this as well.

Atop the city walls, Wen Zhong stood with the Golden Whip in hand, his gaze locked on Huang Feihu, who sat astride the Five-Colored Divine Bull below.

The master and disciple now faced each other on the battlefield.

"Teacher, I hope you are well!"

Huang Feihu dismounted from the Five-Colored Divine Bull and offered a greeting to Wen Zhong, though he refrained from bowing.

"Feihu, there is still time to turn back!"

Wen Zhong sighed deeply, attempting one last time to reason with Huang Feihu, though he knew it was futile.

"Teacher, may I ask you three questions?"

Instead of answering Wen Zhong, Huang Feihu smiled painfully. His smile looked more sorrowful than tears.

Seeing Huang Feihu like this saddened Wen Zhong. How did it come to this?

In his eyes, King Zhou and Huang Feihu were meant to be the closest of brothers. He had personally trained them both, so calling them brothers was justifiable.

Indeed, for the first thirty years, this had been the case. Huang Feihu was King Zhou's most trusted military general, and King Zhou was Huang Feihu's strongest supporter.

Together with him and Bi Gan, they made Yin Shang's dominion unshakable. But now?

Where had it gone wrong?

"Ask!"

Wen Zhong forced himself to speak the single word, his eyes closing as he refused to look at Huang Feihu.

"Teacher, I ask you, did my wife commit any wrong?"

"None!"

"Teacher, I ask you, did my sister commit any wrong?"

"None!"

"Teacher, I ask you, have I committed any wrong?"

Huang Feihu's voice thundered with despair, while Wen Zhong's response faltered. The third question left him at a loss for words.

To answer "no" would imply his presence atop the city walls was entirely unjustified. After all, Huang Feihu had done no wrong—what right did he have to stop him?

But to answer "yes" would be even harder for him to utter.

"There is no right or wrong. If you can breach Chaoge, then you will be in the right!"

Wen Zhong suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring intently at Huang Feihu as he shouted.

Right or wrong did not matter. If Huang Feihu dared to attack the city, then he was a treasonous rebel. In that instant, Wen Zhong cast aside all feelings of being a mentor.

"Good!"

Huang Feihu was not surprised by Wen Zhong's words. Mounting the Five-Colored Divine Bull, he prepared to launch the assault.

This was the Wen Zhong he knew, the teacher he had respected all his life.

Let us settle this on the battlefield!

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

Huang Feihu roared, and the 100,000 Flying Tiger Army sprang into action. Some pushed ladders, others utilized shield formations, while others wielded massive logs to batter the gates.

Though seemingly chaotic, their tactics were methodical. Their discipline even surpassed the troops trained by Li Jing.

If Huang Feihu had led the siege against the North Sea instead of Chong Houhu, it might very well have been conquered outright.

Huang Feihu moved swiftly, but so did Wen Zhong. Defensive positions were quickly fortified.

Huang Feihu's attacks were as fiery as a raging inferno, but Wen Zhong's defenses stood immovable like a mountain.

The master and disciple were equals—strategically matched and rivals in skill!

The battle unfolded amidst grim skies, dim sunlight, and dust-choked air. The soldiers, invigorated on horseback, displayed their vigor. Banners fluttered in the wind, radiant lights danced in the heavens, and weapons clashed as winter snow whirled through the battlefield.

Wen Zhong strode out of the gates to fight Huang Feihu head-on. Neither employed mana, battling solely with their martial skills.

Huang Feihu's sworn brothers unleashed their own abilities, sparing no effort to take Chaoge City.

Even so, Wen Zhong was relentless. When Huang Feihu's generals attempted to strike elsewhere, Wen Zhong's Golden Whip swept in, forcing them all to confront him directly.

Wen Zhong's Golden Whip danced as it soared up and down like falling chains; Cui Ying's Eight-Sided Hammer, like a plummeting meteor; Jiang Xiong's Five-Clawed Claw lashed out like a vicious thistle.

Huang Feihu's spear wove like a mighty python, his Tiger Flipping Saber swung fiercely. The whip met the spear with resonant clangs. The saber struck the whip with explosive force. The whip and spear dueled fearlessly, clashing artfully as if alive. The generals skillfully maneuvered on horseback, showcasing their expertise in a chaotic symphony.

The battlefield was engulfed in wailing winds and flurries of dust, the clattering of war echoing across armor and weapons!

Wen Zhong, single-handedly facing six generals, still held his ground. Though aged, he proved himself vigorous and formidable!