Chapter 118: This Move Is Absolutely Unshakable!

Xia Ningchang descended from the sky, the Demon Dragon Spear gripped in her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, caught in a dilemma between offense and defense, until she finally glared at Ji Huo in frustration. "You decide what to do. I’m too embarrassed to keep fighting."

Silence fell over the two armies.

The demon soldiers atop the city walls were mind-controlled, so they naturally lacked any expression. Zhu Pei, having never seen Ji Xiaoxiong truly exert his power, simply assumed the woman opposite them was indeed formidable enough to force a grandmaster to retreat.

The Flying Bear Army stood staring at one another, no one daring to make a sound, their expressions profoundly strange.

Ji Huo rubbed his nose, anxious, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and shout, "Father, if you still value the bond between father and son, leave this place and let us take the city."

Ji Xiaoxiong looked at his youngest son with deep, somber eyes. He declared in a low voice, "You brat, what do you think stands behind me?"

He suddenly roared, "Behind me, stands the Great Zhou!"

"And I, am the Duke of the Great Zhou!"

"I am the General of the Flying Bear Army, Ji Xiaoxiong!"

His voice rolled like thunder, drowning out the peals of thunder in the sky, the torrential rain falling with mournful intensity, and the standoff between the two armies, echoing throughout the entire capital.

In a small courtyard, Ji Junhong, who had been leisurely sipping tea, paused. A ripple spread across the surface of his teacup. He lowered his gaze and sighed softly.

Ji Huo’s body stiffened. He gripped his hands tightly, staring at his father across a hundred meters. Neither would yield.

His father’s eyes were wide as copper bells, his pupils trembling, seemingly filled with infinite thunder and boundless fury. Yet, behind that rage, there seemed to be something hidden.

Ji Huo lowered his eyes, avoiding his father’s gaze, and bowed. "In that case, Father, do not blame your son for being ruthless. Today, this capital must be taken."

"Hahahaha!" Ji Xiaoxiong wiped the rainwater from his face, laughing heartily. "Then show me your methods! Otherwise, neither you nor that girl will ever defeat me!"

"As long as I am here, no one shall breach this city!"

He stepped onto the battlements, his presence surging, and declared proudly, "I, alone, am an invincible army!"

His killing intent was soaring, his dominance peerless.

Ji Huo sighed inwardly and suddenly turned to bow toward the sky. "Senior, I leave the rest to you."

The moment he finished speaking, the thunder in the sky above the Flying Bear Army seemed to be forcibly parted, and the rain clouds were dispelled. Beams of cold light burst forth from the clouds, dazzling and sharp. Everyone felt a vast, sweeping sword intent descend upon them—endless and immense, as if they were facing the very firmament of heaven.

Many martial artists still fighting the living corpses in the capital looked up toward the city walls. In their intuition, they felt as if a sword were hidden within those dark clouds—a sword that represented the heavens and the earth.

"So, Second Brother invited him here. No wonder he was so confident in holding Father back." Ji Junhong watched the sky, a strange glint in his eyes, followed by a sigh. "What a pity. I shall miss out on such an interesting battle."

The Imperial Sword on the table trembled slightly, emitting a series of chimes. Ji Junhong chuckled as he saw this. "Are you also craving such a battle? Don't worry, it won't be long. Soon, it will be our stage."

...

"Roar!"

On the city wall, Ji Xiaoxiong suddenly erupted with countless bolts of lightning, and the thunder from the sky actively descended upon him. A thunderous giant bear, nearly fifty meters tall, suddenly appeared above the wall, lifting its ferocious, massive head to roar at the sword aura that filled the sky with radiant light.

The two sides stood in a distant standoff.

With Ji Xiaoxiong’s transformation, the dark clouds and thunder above the wall ceased to dissipate, instead gathering and deepening until they were as black as ink, forming a stark contrast to the brilliant light on the side of the Flying Bear Army.

"You have come," Ji Xiaoxiong murmured in a deep voice.

The myriad beams of light converged into a human form: the Sword Saint, standing proudly in the high sky with his hands behind his back, clad in flowing white robes.

The Sword Saint’s eyes fell upon the colossal bear, filled with compassionate pity. He spoke slowly, "I have come."

It was evident the Sword Saint had meticulously prepared for this battle. This white robe was clearly not the one he usually wore—the one constantly struck by lightning—but a brand-new one. Even his hair was combed neatly, not a single strand out of place.

Ji Huo watched the high-and-mighty Sword Saint with a blank expression. The thirty-tael white robe was quite eye-catching; under the Sword Saint’s white sword aura, he actually looked quite ethereal.

Why did Ji Huo know the robe cost thirty taels? Because he was the one who provided it. Before arriving, the Sword Saint had even specifically sent a telepathic message to Ji Huo, asking for a "high-class" entrance.

"You should not have come," Ji Xiaoxiong said, a trace of playfulness and inscrutability flashing in his eyes.

The Sword Saint smiled. "Yet, here I am."

*Wait,* thought Ji Huo, *are the two of you reading from a script?*

Ji Huo secretly sent a telepathic message: "Sword Saint, old man, are you sure about this? My father is a beast!"

The Sword Saint quickly replied, his tone filled with hidden excitement: "Don't worry! Ten years ago, it was four-to-six between your father and me! I was the four, he was the six! But he suffered hidden injuries later; it’s a miracle his cultivation didn't plummet. I’m different! I touched the edge of the Grandmaster realm long ago. This round is absolutely in the bag!"

"In a moment, I’ll lure your father away from the battlefield, and you can take the city in peace."

*Hidden injuries?* Ji Huo’s heart skipped a beat, but before he could speak, his father shouted from the wall:

"If it is war you want!"

The Sword Saint immediately retorted:

"Then let us war!"

With that, the Sword Saint, hands behind his back, dove downward. He was shrouded in sword light, like a blade piercing through the firmament!

The thunderous giant bear roared, its right palm lashing out to shatter the sword light directly. The fragmented sword aura scattered instantly, filling the entire battlefield, the resulting gale making the soldiers on both sides struggle to stand.

Immediately after, the sword aura transformed into several figures clad in white, surrounding the giant bear from all sides—it was the Sword Saint!

Each Sword Saint looked identical to the real one, and to the naked eye, it was impossible to tell which was authentic. These figures simultaneously extended a finger and pointed gently at the giant bear.

Suddenly, countless sword beams pierced through the giant bear’s massive body!

"Wind and Heaven, The Little Taming!" several Sword Saints spoke in unison, their voices resonant and solemn.

As the words fell, a brilliant white light erupted from both the Sword Saint and the massive bear, before they transformed into a gust of wind and rapidly flew into the distance.

The battlefield fell silent. At this moment, both the hill-like giant bear and the sword aura that had crisscrossed the night sky had vanished without a trace.

Ji Huo opened his mouth slightly, his lips moving silently, but the words never came out...

*Forget it... it should be fine...*

Ji Huo waved his hand and shouted, "Flying Bear Army, hear my command! Take the city!"

"Understood!"