Just an instant, King Zhou comprehended the origin of the sword. It was an ancient sword specially forged by Dijun and Taiyi to deal with the ancestors of the witch clan. They discovered that artifacts forged with human blood were extremely harmful to witches, hence this ancient sword.
Said to be the butcher's sword of witches, in reality it has not killed any ancestor witches, covered with human blood. During that time, at least ninety percent of the ten billion human beings were massacred, and the spirits of humans in this sword reached an extreme.
After the fall of the Heavenly Court of Di Jun, this sword was sealed by Lady Pingxin in the deepest part of hell.
Who is Di Jun? Who is Taiyi? King Zhou doesn't care about these questions. He only cares whether this sword can help him kill rebellious sons and traitors.
"Great sword, what a splendid sword!"
King Zhou was overjoyed, leading his warhorse: "Lei Kun, Lei Peng, follow me into battle and annihilate those rebellious ministers and traitors!"
There were only 2,000 soldiers left in the city. They were very loyal, but their morale was extremely low. More importantly, there were 600,000 enemy troops outside the city. Can we defeat them with just these 2,000 people?
King Zhou coldly smiled at the soldiers.
At this moment, even loyalists like Lei Kun and Lei Peng thought that the Shang Dynasty was doomed. Now, going out of the city would be suicide. It would be better to abandon the southern part of the Great River and focus on governing the northern region.
Lei Kun wanted to speak up, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything in front of the king, who had a fierce and stern expression.
King Zhou surveyed the expressions of his soldiers and generals.
After that, he took out a dagger and, with the startled looks of the commanders around him, stabbed his beloved horse twice.
The horse's eyes were poked out, but what was strange was that the horse's face only had blood holes, and its eyes were indeed blind, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Lei Kun stared closely at the horse's eyes, and just then, King Zhou suddenly walked over to him and stabbed him twice in the heart.
The pain in his chest was severe, yet no blood flowed out. His fingers followed the wound and seemed to touch his own heart. Gently touching it twice, it was extremely painful but not fatal.
"See for yourselves? If you follow the king, you can all gain immortality! Get on your horses now and follow me out of the city to kill the bandits!"
King Zhou led his 2,000 elite soldiers, the last loyal troops under his command, opened the western gate of Luoyi, and charged straight towards the Zhou camp.
"Huh? King Shang actually marched out of the city?" Lei Zhen was patrolling the camp with his troops. With sharp eyes, he saw King Zhou riding on his leisure horse, wearing full armor and wielding a sword, as he charged straight towards the Zhou army from the opening of the Luoyi gate.
Lei Zhen was overjoyed. How great! This is not just a golden opportunity but a chance to secure a victory without any effort.
He immediately arranged for the soldiers of the front camp to form a line. The front camp was stationed with 50,000 elite troops, and the enemy had only 2,000 men. There was no need for the entire army to fight. He assembled 5,000 troops and launched a fierce attack towards King Zhou's forces.
At this time, he instructed the generals around him: "Don't shoot arrows, capture them alive!"
He also looked at several disciples of Qingwei Daoist sect in the army and gestured for them to help him capture King Zhou alive.
He knew about King Zhou's immense strength, but he didn't care. What could a mere mortal's strength be, no matter how great?
Lei Zhen's 5,000 troops were incredibly elite. The sound of their horses' hooves was like a sudden gust of wind and rain, with a clear and quick rhythm.
King Zhou, the ultimate target, was now within reach. At this moment, no one spoke of conserving horsepower. Several generals regarded King Zhou as a treasure trove.
The state of Xigui had been fighting against the Western barbarians for many years, and given its semi-nomadic, semi-agricultural social model, horse-tying was a basic skill. Many military officers possessed similar abilities, and they all took out lassos, their eyes fixated on King Zhou.
Lei Zhen's troops were the elite among the 300,000-man army after years of rigorous selection. On the other hand, King Zhou's 2,000 soldiers were loyal but had been fighting for nine days. Their equipment, martial skills, and morale were far inferior to those of their opponents.
Not only did the people fear, but the horses also began to exhibit signs of fear.
But all fear vanished as the butcher's sword was raised high. The bloodcurdling aura enveloped the 2,000 cavalry. With King Zhou at the tip, there was no flourish, only a direct charge against Lei Zhen's army.
"Die!" King Zhou's voice was hoarse and eerie, like that of a ferocious ghost emerging from hell. His eyebrows, beard, and hair were stained with a touch of blood at this moment. Upon seeing Lei Zhen, he didn't hesitate for a moment before swinging his sword with a decisive chop.
What kind of sword is it? Lei Zhen had a bit of an eye for these things. When King Zhou swung his sword, he felt his heart skip a beat. The cultivation of Yù Qing Fa stopped for a moment, as if he encountered some kind of enemy.
The sword light on the blade suddenly blazed, and a sword beam over ten zhang wide slashed across the Zhou Iron Cavalry.
"Move out of the way!" Lei Zhen leaped into the air, barely dodging the sword. The disciples of Qingwei Daoist sect and the Zhou general beside him were a hair's breadth too slow.
From left to right, more than thirty people were bisected by this sword. The heads, broken arms, and mangled corpses hadn't even hit the ground when they transformed into strands of blood, drawn in by the butcher's sword.
"Magic sword?" Lei Zhen was shocked to the core, his mind in disarray. Before he could even come up with a plan, King Zhou saw the flying enemy general and didn't hesitate, swinging another sword towards the sky.
Lei Zhen didn't have time to use his magical weapon. He immediately shook his shoulders and employed the Three-Headed, Six-Armed divine power passed down by Taiyi Laozi. Holding a long spear, two short spears, and two swords, he tried to defend himself.
The few extraordinary weapons under the butcher's sword were as fragile as tofu. The moment the five weapons touched the sword aura, they were chopped to pieces.
Lei Zhen and Nezha were of the same age and were both at the Xuanxian realm. In that instant when the weapons were shattered, he summoned his Yù Qing Fa to its utmost extent. He dodged King Zhou's second slash by shifting his form horizontally for over a hundred zhang, narrowly avoiding the second strike.
"Evil magician! Where do you run!" King Zhou detested these enemy Xianren and struck Lei Zhen with lightning-fast sword thrusts.
The butcher's sword emitted a "wuwu" sobbing sound from its blade, where the grievances of billions of human beings merged together. Lei Zhen felt his soul shaken to its core and his vision filled with blood light. The King Zhou and Luoyi City in front of him all vanished.
He hurriedly gathered his composure, activated his Yù Qing Xian Fa to regain clarity, and the last thing he saw was a blood-red sword beam that cut through heaven and earth.
There was a light "puff" sound, and Lei Zhen's body was sliced in half from the middle. His corpse turned into nutrients for the butcher's sword, and then a true spirit was sent towards the list of immortals.
King Zhou charged into the ranks of the Zhou Iron Cavalry like a tiger among sheep. His superior martial arts combined with the power of the butcher's sword allowed him to fight off a thousand men. He went on a killing spree, wiping out all the soldiers and horses in his path as if he were a blood-red eraser.
At this moment, the Shang country commanders also felt the formidable power of the immortality granted by the butcher's sword. When the enemy's spears were thrust at them, they didn't need to dodge. They exchanged injuries with them, and as long as they returned the same move, that was all.
Some dared to counterattack, while others were too afraid. After a cup of tea, all the Zhou Iron Cavalry became fearful.
King Zhou led his troops in two charges, and the 5,000 elite Zhou Iron Cavalry completely collapsed.
After that, he didn't waste time with the remnants of the troops. Leading his 2,000 immortal soldiers, he charges headlong into the front camp of the Zhou nation.
