Chapter 1842 - 175: King vs. King! (Part 2)

"Brother Xu, what do you say about this?"

Prince Zhenbei furrowed his brow and then said, "It must be the breakthrough of the Prince that has spread out, and the North Barbarian State Preceptor has learned about it. Therefore he goes back on his word, releasing news that an attack on the city will happen tomorrow, forcing the Prince to take action!"

Upon hearing this, King Beicang nodded in agreement.

"I suspect the same! According to my investigation, the Prince’s recent breakthrough shook nearly half of Celestial Palace City. Such a massive movement couldn’t be concealed! With a keen mind, one could naturally deduce that a strongman from the Royal Capital has come to assist!"

"Let’s go!" Prince Zhenbei stood up, looking at King Beicang, "Brother Beicang, come with me to see King Luoshui and hear what he intends to do!"

"Alright!" King Beicang also rose.

...

In front of the meeting hall.

The ruins from a few days ago have yet to be cleared.

The sound of two footsteps approached from afar.

Jiang Ning’s ears moved slightly, and he assumed a posture.

Sigh—

He expelled a mouthful of impure energy, his vision blurred, and heat waves rolled off of him.

The next moment.

Two figures appeared before him.

The newcomers were Prince Zhenbei and King Beicang.

"Your Highness!" Seeing Jiang Ning, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the two.

For at this moment, Jiang Ning was bare-chested.

They saw on Jiang Ning’s body a streamlined, powerful physique, with skin that revealed and concealed itself with his breathing.

As they entered the courtyard, they felt the incredibly hot air around them.

Both felt a chill in their hearts.

Instantly realizing that Jiang Ning’s practice was not of a mental technique, but rather a method to strengthen the physical body. It was an orthodox Martial Arts skill, and his power was evident to be profound.

Otherwise, this environment would not exist.

At the same time, the faint golden lines appearing on Jiang Ning’s body with each breath indicated something mystical.

"Seeing you two, something important must have happened?" Jiang Ning spoke.

As he adjusted his breathing, the flowing, concealed faint golden lines on his body also settled into silence.

"Your Highness truly is extraordinary, guessing accurately at once!" King Beicang spoke.

Then bowing, he recounted the news the two had recently learned.

After speaking, King Beicang glanced at Jiang Ning and added, "Your Highness, what do you think of this matter?"

"Very well!" Jiang Ning nodded, "Saves me from waiting a few more days."

"Does Your Highness have full confidence?" Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen asked cautiously.

"Not completely, but seventy to eighty percent, surely," Jiang Ning looked at the two, "These past few days, thanks to the strong support of both of you, I have advanced significantly in such a short time. Tomorrow, you both merely need to watch the battle from the city walls."

Prince Zhenbei and King Beicang exchanged a glance and bowed together, "We shall await Your Highness’s victory on the city walls!"

Jiang Ning nodded slightly, saying no more.

The two then took the excuse of not wanting to disturb Jiang Ning, turning to leave.

Once they left, Jiang Ning retracted his gaze and looked at the panel.

[Skill]: Vajra Immortal Body (Seven times limit-breaking 33799/80000) (Trait: Dragon Elephant Power (light gold), Leakless Body (deep blue), Ten Zhang Golden Body (light gold), Golden Body (light gold), Qi Blood Furnace (deep purple) Unfinished Spine (light gold))

On the panel, the accumulation of experience value has reached over thirty-three thousand points.

He understood, this wasn’t slow.

After all, counting all up, he practiced the Vajra Immortal Body for just over two hours.

At this rate, in at most two days and nights, the progress of this Cultivation Technique will be fully accumulated.

Though the speed can’t compare to the highest efficiency of the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill, it’s considered very fast!

Thoughts flashed through his mind.

He steadied his mind, then continued to assume a stance and posture, circulating Qi and Blood, practicing the Vajra Immortal Body.

[Vajra Immortal Body Experience +181]

[Vajra Immortal Body Experience +177]

[...]

As time slowly passed, each increase in experience value progress raised his progress.

...

The next day, early morning.

Before daylight fully broke, a thin mist like gauze enshrouded the whole Celestial Palace City.

On the city walls, flags fluttered in the wind, the garrison had long lined up in formation, with knives and spears densely arrayed, all eyes looking towards the endless barbarian camps outside the city.

In the distance, the north wind howled, sweeping up dust, carrying the unique desolate breath of the grasslands, sweeping over the city walls, passing over every face.

Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen and King Beicang stood shoulder to shoulder atop the city tower, their armor donned neatly, swords at their waists, their gazes sharp and fixed on the distant mountain tops.

Reaching their level, how astonishing their sight was.

Even separated by more than tens of miles, they could clearly see every grass and tree on the distant mountain tops.

On the distant mountain tops, Great Snow Dragon Horses stood like forests.

On each dragon horse, there was a barbarian man clad in animal skin riding, their scimitars yet unsheathed.

They knew, when the scimitars on the backs of those Great Snow Dragon Horses were unsheathed, the time would come for the horses to descend the mountain, cross the ravine, and head straight to the Heavenly Palace City on the mountain top.

Attacking the Celestial Palace City doesn’t require ordinary barbarian soldiers, this much Prince Zhenbei and King Beicang knew.

A fortress as magnificent as the Celestial Palace City cannot be breached without martial prowess beyond the mundane, comparable to the legendary Immortal and martial strongmen.

For in the city there is an array, and both of them are present.

Thus, to break the city, only the North Barbarian State Preceptor, King Zhuanlun, himself must take action this time.

Besides this, they feared no other threat.

At this moment, the great tent opened.

A figure clad in a purple-red monk’s robe stepped out slowly from within the tent.

That purple-red monk’s robe appeared outside the tent, standing still, looking at the Celestial Palace City separated by mountains.

At this moment, his gaze crossed the valley, directly landing on the city walls of Celestial Palace City.

The next moment.

Alone, he took a step forward.

Step by step, traversing the void, toward the direction of Celestial Palace City.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, and with each step, an intangible wave spread out gently, the grass beneath slightly sinking around him.

It was as if the sky and earth were sharing the weight he bore.

With every step he took, the sky quivered, the ground shook.

The Great Snow Dragon Horses on the hillside could not stand still, stamping their four hooves, snorting from their noses.

On the city wall, the soldiers’ breaths became rapid, their hands clutching the blades trembling slightly.

Their hearts, at this moment, resonated with the pace of the purple-red monk robed lama.

With each footfall, their hearts pounded heavily.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

Every soldier felt their heart ready to burst, as if drums were pounding in their chests.

Watching that progressively approaching figure, each soldier’s eyes filled with fear.

That figure, seemingly ordinary and humble, continually expanded in their eyes, as he approached and revealed himself to them as one who towered like mountains, like heaven and earth, a god standing on the earth, head brushing against the sky.

Suddenly.

Clang—

A soldier’s weapon fell heavily to the ground, striking the stone brick of the city wall, bouncing repeatedly, its sound crisp and urgent.

Following it, the continuous succession of weapons falling sounded.

The noise linked up on the city wall into a continuous ripple.

The next moment, there was a "thud" as a soldier knelt.

Right then.

King Zhuanlun had already come to a halt three miles from the city walls.

He lifted his head, looking at the wall, his gaze bypassing Prince Zhenbei and King Beicang on the tower, staring straight into the deeper part of Celestial Palace City.

"Since you’re already here, why hide?"

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it resonated clearly in every ear, as if whispering beside them.

On the city tower, hearing King Zhuanlun’s voice, Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen and King Beicang exchanged glances, seeing solemn expressions in each other’s eyes.

Facing King Zhuanlun invisibly granted them enormous pressure.

Especially hearing the successive falling of weapons behind and soldiers kneeling with a "thud," thick dread arose in their hearts.

Such wickedness, how is it different from the so-called gods?

Just then, a clear voice rang out.

"Quite the skill, North Barbarian State Preceptor!"

The voice fell, an invisible spiritual wave spread forth.

The sky cleared, the air pure.

All soldiers, as if waking from a dream, their eyes turned clear once more.