Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 231 Ning Sheng wins the first battle

In the Zhou army camp, after a dead silence, there were bursts of shocked whispers.

The soldiers' faces were filled with disbelief. They stared with wide eyes at the sudden reversal in the center of the battlefield.

Originally, everyone had expected that Ji Yan's violent offensive had already tipped the balance of victory towards him, and the shot that was about to penetrate the enemy's chest seemed to have announced the end of the battle.

"This...how is this possible?"

A young soldier murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it expressed the common confusion and shock of the Zhou army soldiers.

Among them, there are many experienced warriors, but such a dramatic reversal still finds it hard to believe for them.

At this moment, on the city wall of Sishui Pass, the defenders were all delighted when they saw this.

They all raised their arms and shouted, their voices resounding through the sky, celebrating this unexpected victory.

"The first battle was a victory! General Fang is mighty!"

This passionate slogan blew quickly across the front lines of both armies like a spring breeze.

Here, Deputy General Fang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, piercing through the smoke of the battlefield and shooting straight into the depths of the Zhou army camp.

He gripped his spear tightly, the tip of the spear flashing coldly, pointed directly at the enemy general's position, and shouted loudly:

"Listen up, traitor Ji Chang! You have committed treason and brought chaos to the world. Your crimes are unforgivable!"

"This general advises you to leave the camp as soon as possible, confess your crime and surrender, which may save your life and the lives of your soldiers."

"Otherwise, when my army arrives, I will crush you to pieces and it will be too late to regret!"

There was a commotion in the Zhou army camp.

The soldiers looked at each other, some with complicated expressions, while others gritted their teeth and vowed to die without surrender.

At this time, Jiang Ziya, standing on the chariot, was like an unshakable rock. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through every change on the battlefield.

At this moment, Jiang Ziya frowned slightly, secretly thinking about how to boost morale and turn the tide of the battle.

"Junior brother Ning Sheng." Jiang Ziya turned around and his eyes fell gently but seriously on Ning Sheng beside him.

"Uncle Master, what do you want me to do?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Sheng immediately stepped forward and bowed, his tone full of respect and expectation.

Jiang Ziya nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Ji Yan's death has indeed damaged the morale of my army. But this battle is related to our army's great cause of conquering the Shang Dynasty, and we must not retreat or be afraid in the slightest."

"Today, I will send you to fight. Not only must you defeat the enemy, but you must also boost our army's morale and let everyone see that the might of our Zhou army cannot be underestimated!"

Ning Sheng straightened his back and responded loudly:

"Uncle Master, rest assured. Ning Sheng will live up to your expectations! We will use the enemy's head to pay tribute to the spirit of General Ji Yan in heaven, boost our army's morale, and scare the enemy into submission!"

After saying that, Ning Sheng turned around and strode towards the battlefield.

Upon seeing this, Deputy General Fang raised his eyebrows slightly, and a mocking smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Ning Sheng's slightly immature figure, and couldn't help feeling a bit of contempt in his heart.

In his opinion, how could such a seemingly frail young man take on the important task of turning the tide of the battle?

"Is there really no one in the Zhou army camp?"

Deputy General Fang's voice echoed over the battlefield, with a hint of disdain and contempt.

His eyes swept across the Zhou army camp, as if looking for an opponent more worthy of his attention.

However, facing Deputy General Fang's slightly contemptuous sarcasm, the Zhou army soldiers not only did not show the slightest sign of hesitation on their faces, but instead, a deep and meaningful smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

The initial complexity and worry were gone from their eyes, replaced by an indescribable trust and determination.

They knew that although Ning Sheng was young, he was a cultivator with unfathomable cultivation skills.

Now, the enemy general will surely suffer the consequences for underestimating the enemy.

They just need to wait and see how Ning Sheng will defeat the enemy's arrogance with thunderous force.

At this moment, Ning Sheng ignored the ridicule of Deputy General Fang. He stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield, staring at the other party with sharp eyes.

He took a deep breath, feeling the tension and solemnity in the air around him.

"Vice General Fang,"

Ning Sheng's voice was calm and powerful, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. "Let me briefly introduce myself. I am the Zhou army's vanguard officer - Ning Sheng, and I am also the one who killed you."

When Deputy General Fang heard this, a surge of anger surged in his chest. He sneered and shouted:

"Humph! What a big mouth! Do you think you can defeat this general with a child like you who is still wet behind the ears and has not grown up? How shameless and ridiculous."

"Whether I can beat you or not, you won't know until you try. There will always be someone better than you."

"I am the one outside the mountain, the one who killed you!"

After saying that, Ning Sheng flipped his hand lightly, and a cold light flashed, and an extremely sharp sword instantly appeared in his palm.

The sword was long and straight, shining with a cold light, revealing a terrifying murderous aura.

A trace of surprise flashed across Deputy General Fang's eyes, and then turned solemn.

He was secretly surprised and puzzled that the young man in front of him could actually take the sword out of thin air so easily. This kind of skill was definitely not something that an ordinary warrior could do.

An ominous premonition quietly spread in his heart, forcing him to re-examine this young opponent.

Just as Deputy General Fang was thinking about a lot of things and trying to find a solution, Ning Sheng's figure had already rushed over like a ghost.

His movements were swift and silent, as if they had merged with the air, making it difficult to track his whereabouts.

The sharp sword in his hand was flashing with cold light, revealing a heart-pounding murderous intent.

“Pfft——!!!”

A crisp and piercing sound cut through the noise of the battlefield. It was the sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh, and it was also the prelude to the turning point in Lieutenant General Fang's fate.

Ning Sheng's sword tip had accurately pierced into the gap in the armor on Deputy General Fang's chest. The blood instantly dyed the cold metal red, emitting a strange light.

"Who... who... are you..."

Deputy General Fang's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of disbelief and despair.

His face turned pale as paper in an instant. He looked down at his wound in disbelief, feeling the rapid ebb of his life force.

He could never have imagined that he, a deputy general who had experienced many battles and made outstanding contributions, would be defeated by a young boy.

There was no fluctuation in Ning Sheng's eyes. He looked at Deputy General Fang quietly, his tone calm but full of power:

"I am Ning Sheng, the vanguard of the Zhou army. And you will become another witness under my sword."

"No...impossible..."

Deputy General Fang's voice became weaker and weaker, and a trace of unwillingness and regret flashed in his eyes. "This general has fought on the battlefield for decades and has never been defeated. How could it be..."

"On the battlefield, victory and defeat are commonplace."

Ning Sheng interrupted Deputy General Fang, with a hint of compassion in his tone, "Besides, how can a mortal warrior be a match for a cultivator? It is your luck that you died in my hands."

As Ning Sheng finished his words, Deputy General Fang's body slowly fell down, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out.

Ning Sheng stood there, looking at the fallen figure of Deputy General Fang, without any sense of pride or complacency in his heart.

"Who's coming to fight?" Ning Sheng's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the battlefield.

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind seemed to rise, blowing up the dust and smell of blood on the battlefield.

At this moment, a firm and loud voice sounded like thunder:

"I'm coming!"