The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

With both hands raised, water from all directions converged into the Taiji Vortex. Then, he thought about the widened water channel and launched forward.

This time, it was not merely a minor test of strength as before.

The strike that adjusted the Hidden Dragon earlier only utilized a portion of the water's capacity. This time, however, all the water from the Northern Land's underground river burst forth.

Merely the surging impact caused the ground to continuously tremble.

On the ground, outside Feiyun Pass, Zhan Ermu felt the earth quaking, as if it might collapse.

"What is happening?!"

A dire premonition crazily alarmed him within his mind—a crisis like never before was imminent. Zhan Ermu urgently looked around, searching for the source of the danger.

"Retreat quickly; retreat," Jashu also urgently commanded a hasty retreat.

However, with a 120,000-strong army marching straight ahead, how could a retreat be easily executed?

Behind the grassland army, a powerful momentum suddenly appeared—a tall grassland man soared through the air, "You brats of the Central Plains, daring to target our army with a Divinity Realm warrior."

Generally, Divinity Realm warriors in war only engage in combat with counterparts of the same realm. Executing decapitation tactics to kill lower-realm officers was already considered a loss of dignity, let alone directly targeting soldiers—it was utterly disgraceful.

"He Fengsa, Divinity beings should not intervene in wars; you've crossed the line."

Pure white Sword Qi loomed in front, its domineering sharpness caused He Fengsa of the Grassland's Divine Realm to feel apprehensive.

"Zhuge Longsu, it was you who crossed the line first," He Fengsa solemnly said to the frost-templed young man, "Divinity warriors slaughtering an army, do you intend to burn all bridges with us?"

"Divinity beings do not intervene in wars; this is the norm, my dynasty has only me here, and no other Divinity has interceded."

Zhuge Longsu watched the violently shaking earth, his gaze slightly complex, "It's only a weapon."

"Only a weapon? You fucking Confucian nerds think you can bully me because I don't read much!"

Enraged, He Fengsa brought down his Beast Bone Great Saber, emanating a vast aura; the ferocious Sword Gang cleaved across the sky, angrily slashing at Zhuge Longsu.

The world was not without Forbidden Weapons that could threaten the Divinity Realm, but those were rare objects, each far more precious than this 120,000-strong army.

Using such a Forbidden Weapon against an army was undoubtedly overkill, and moreover, it was a consumptive type of overkill. How foolish must the Emperor of Northern Zhou be to use such a Forbidden Weapon against this army of grassland people?

He Fengsa did not believe the Emperor could be that foolish.

Thus, there was only one truth—that Zhuge Longsu, this pale-faced scholar, was lying.

"I said, it is merely a weapon. Moreover..."

Zhuge Longsu did not confront it head-on, but merely dodged.

"Even if you go now, it will be too late."

As soon as these words fell, the ground burst open, a huge column of water spiraled up from below.

Just the diameter alone was hundreds of meters wide; inside the column, two distinct streams of water intertwined and spun continuously.

Dirt from the ground, wild grass, and people were all swept up by this column of water bursting from the surface, extending continuously toward the sky.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Terrified screams rose one after another; each was abruptly cut off, incredibly short-lived. The reason being that those grassland soldiers caught in the water column had barely started screaming when they were violently turned into a blood mist by the raging waters, utterly losing their lives.

"This... is simply..." Xu Tiecheng stared blankly at the expanding water column outside the city.

He had witnessed bloody battlefields throughout his life, but he had never seen such brutal phenomena as he did now.

The water column that rose from the ground swallowed tens of thousands of people, grinding them into a blood mist, mixed with dirt, wild grass, armor, and other materials, creating a color palette that was revolting yet shockingly mesmerizing.

"This is the power of the Hidden Dragon." Gu Chen and the others watched on the side, dazzled and overwhelmed.

This was the Hidden Dragon, created by their own hands.

The thrill and honor of having created such a deadly weapon were overwhelming.

"Boom—"

When the water column reached its peak, it burst violently, and the muddy flow mixed with dirt, blood, and shattered bones fell from the sky, hitting the ground with a tremendous roar.

The city wall of Feiyun Pass was also washed by this muddy flow. Apart from Xu Tiecheng and a few others who steadied themselves using their True Qi, most of the soldiers were swept away haphazardly by the muddy flow. Most were washed off the wall, some severely injured, others tragically losing their lives.

A lucky few who were not swept away bore significant injuries nonetheless.

Outside Feiyun Pass, the grassland army fared even worse, engulfed by the channel-like muddy flow, countless soldiers drowned.

The bodies followed the flow all the way to a breached sinkhole, sinking beneath the ground.

The great flood cleansed, carrying away filth. Over thirty thousand grassland soldiers died under the watery column's maelstrom, and even more—about sixty thousand—perished in the muddy flow, more than double the former number.

That deep sinkhole that appeared amid the grassland army seemed like a path to hell, devouring countless lives.

"Wuah—"

Zhan Ermu's thick calves were fully buried in the ground, hands plunged in up to his elbows. He straightened up, pulling his hands free, and vomited a heap of filth.

Zhan Ermu had been far from the erupting water column and was only washed over by the subsequent flood. With his strength, no matter how vast the flood, his life was not in danger.

Still, swallowing a few mouthfuls of water was inevitable. The filthy water mixed with debris entered Zhan Ermu's mouth, inducing a strong sense of nausea even in this brutal grassland butcher, making him spew bile.

After vomiting the filth, Zhan Ermu struggled to raise his head; all around was devastated.

The grassland army was finished.

What remained were merely a collection of demoralized, combat-incapable survivors. Although there were still twenty to thirty thousand soldiers on the ground, only a few hundred of them remained combat-ready.

These few were accomplished martial artists, all possessing at least the strength of the Eight-Nine Layers of the Innate Realm.

However, even the powers of the Innate Realm were not enough to turn the tide.

"He Fengsa, you all lost, thoroughly defeated," Zhuge Longsu said casually as he looked at the ashen-faced Big Man of the grasslands, with a light laugh.

The recent water column was a pure force of nature, with no signs of interference from Divinity Realm warriors. He Fengsa could find no trace of Divinity Realm intervention and thus could not partake in the battle.

Simply relying on the remnants and a few at the True Pill Realm, it was impossible to overpower Feiyun Pass, a formidable defense.

In this battle, Northern Zhou triumphed, splendidly and effortlessly.