I Have An Impenetrable Fortress - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Chang’an! Chang’an!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The two of them turned their heads as well.

They saw light shining in the Great Ming Palace, which was in the center of the fortress.

The old man in black looked solemn. “I deserve to die for disturbing Your Majesty’s peaceful cultivation.”

He turned to look outside the fortress.

“Please wait a moment, Your Majesty. I will take care of these nobodies.”

“There is no need.” A clear, dignified voice sounded in the Great Ming Palace.

The tone was calm and not very loud, but it reverberated in the depths of people’s hearts.

Hui Tianyu and the burly man were stunned and at a loss for words.

The old man in black, on the other hand, stood there with his hands cupped in respect. “I will follow Your Majesty’s order.”

Hui Tianyu and the burly man were astonished to find that the old man in black, who gave the impression of being unfathomable, seemed to show fear and trepidation.

While the old man in black did not move, the situation outside the fortress became more and more critical.

Du Kun’s fists were so powerful due to the morale of ten thousand soldiers and the killing intent on him.

Each of his attacks had an illusory image floating in the air, presenting the horrifying sight of thousands of troops charging together.

The illusory military formation attacked together with crossbows and spears, and the blood mist scattered in the air by the old bloody shadow demon suddenly dispersed.

When Du Kun, who had a solid foundation in martial arts, performed the Thousand Soldiers Killing Fist, a martial art of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, it was unconstrained and ferocious.

Under his impetus, the morale of the Eastern Tang Dynasty army grew higher and higher.

Even though the Chang’an Fortress in front of them was majestic, the Tang Dynasty army was fearless, full of the belief that they would win the battle.

“You and your allies will perish.”

The Great Xuanwu General Du Kun’s face was as cold and hard as a rock as he looked past the old bloody shadow demon at the distant, majestic fortress.

“This fortress will be a tribute to my son Yifan, and the rebels inside and outside the fortress will be my merits!”

The Tang Dynasty army shouted in unison as they advanced toward Chang’an while ignoring the fleeing people outside the fortress.

Du Kun threw another punch with a powerful force.

It was as though the illusory army and the real Tang Dynasty army had become one at this moment.

The surging blood that was like a sea of fire made the blood phoenix not dare to approach.

At the slightest approach, its body emitted smoke, as though it were about to be set on fire.

At the top of the fortress, the burly man named Wen Hu and Hui Tianyu were anxious.

Just as they were at a loss, Wen Hu’s figure suddenly floated.

The next moment, he transformed into a golden light and flew out of the fortress like a cannonball.

The cluster of golden light struck Du Kun like a meteorite crashing into the ground!

Amid the deafening sound of the collision, a figure flew backward in the air.

It was the Tang Dynasty army commander Du Kun!

The Tang Dynasty army charging below could not react in time and was still approaching Chang’an Fortress.

After a long while, everyone slowed down. They were first confused, shocked, and finally became tumultuous.

All of them were in neat formations waiting for the attack and pointed their spears into the air as they were guarding against the golden light flying out of Chang’an Fortress.

There, the golden light stopped after hitting Du Kun and floated in the air, and Wen Hu’s tall figure reappeared.

He was full of bewilderment and astonishment.

Du Kun’s eyes narrowed.

The old bloody shadow demon also revealed a surprised look.

They recognized him as the young martial artist who had led the vagrants out of the besiegement earlier.

They could see that the other party was deliberately trying to conceal his inheritance and background, so he had hidden part of his strength, but his true level was by no means so brilliant.

What had transformed him?

A human figure immediately appeared in the mind of the old bloody shadow demon.

Du Kun’s line of sight similarly crossed over that burly man and looked toward Chang’an Fortress.

“Is this your response? Using this kid as a puppet? How stupid and arrogant.”

He raised his hand, made a fist, and struck forward.

Once again, his powerful blood gathered a thousand troops.

This time, the illusory army began to change formation, spreading out layer by layer, seemingly becoming a fierce tiger roaring in the mountains.

The Thousand Soldiers Killing Fist evolved into the Tiger Roaring Formation, and its killing intent rose to another level.

When Du Kun gave the order, his vice generals and captains of all the battalions immediately sprang into action and directed the formation change.

The whole army was unified and coordinated with Commander Du Kun as though they were one.

“Playing tricks behind my back! Watch me catch you!”

Du Kun first waved his hand, intending to sweep away the enemies in front of him, and then went straight toward Chang’an Fortress.

To capture the traitors, I first have to capture the lord…

He was halfway through his thoughts when he suddenly became stuck.

He swung his hand, but he was unable to sweep away Wen Hu in front of him.

His opponent lifted his hand and lightly blocked the blow. His tall body stood firmly in midair without moving a muscle.

On the other hand, Du Kun went numb from the shock as his body fell backward again.

The momentum to rush toward Chang’an Fortress was nipped in the bud.

Wen Hu felt even more startled than Du Kun.

He felt as if his body no longer belonged to him at this moment.

The burly man watched himself raise his hand and make a fist as though he was watching someone else’s movements.

Then he watched himself throw a straight punch.

This fist pierced through the illusory army of thousands of horses and soldiers in front of him, like a fist through a painting.

Du Kun’s blood condensed to form the aura of military forces, which was like a reflection in the water, raising ripples and constantly trembling.

When Wen Hu’s fist passed through, a violent gale turned into a storm, sweeping away the aura of military forces.

His fist collided head-on with Du Kun’s.

Du Kun’s pupils constricted.

His own right fist instantly fractured and became badly mangled.

He did not even have time to feel the pain before his opponent’s fist continued to advance and pounded him directly on the chest.

Du Kun almost subconsciously raised his other hand to block in front of his chest.

But it was utterly useless.

The next instant, he was sent flying back.

Even Wen Hu, who had thrown the punch, was shocked.

The Tang Dynasty army below shouted loudly, including many martial artists from the Xuanwu Central Army. They aimed their bows and crossbows at Wen Hu above.

A storm of arrows flew toward Wen Hu.

Wen Hu was ready to dodge, but his body would not listen to him.

He was stunned as he watched himself throw a series of punches.

Each punch was like a thunderbolt, bursting the space in front of him.

The series of thunderclaps knocked away the storm of arrows that came upon him.

As the people looked in fear, they saw a much taller body looming behind Wen Hu like a god.

An identical figure in the distance seemed to be floating above Chang’an Fortress, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Under the deity-like figure, the vagrants, who had been fleeing desperately like frightened prey, suddenly glowed.

The people suddenly counterattacked the Tang Dynasty army.

The situation of both sides reversed in an instant.

The Tang Dynasty army did not expect that these starving people, who were scared and weak with no combat power at the moment, would become even fiercer than the Xuanwu Central Army martial artists and that they would be killed in an instant.

They tried to hold their ground to counterattack, but the people who had entered the fortress rushed out of Chang’an and launched a counterattack.

Seemingly protected by gods and buddhas, these people ignored the hail of arrows and rushed into the formation of the Tang Dynasty army.

Many people were dumbfounded and even had fear on their faces.

But then they watched how the iron-armored murderers who had been chasing them could no longer hurt them.

They watched as they knocked down these people and hacked them to death in their ragged, sickly selves.

Watching these former malefic existences dying, they were in a state of panic and fear.

Then the mindset of the vagrants changed.

Their hatred and anger began to emerge.

Their eyes were radiant.

Someone first shouted, “Chang’an!”

So one after another, people shouted, “Chang’an! Chang’an!”

All voices finally came together, and the torrent of the crowd crushed the Eastern Tang Dynasty army formation with their shouts.

What was even more demoralizing to the Tang Dynasty army was their former pillar of support.

In midair, Wen Hu swept away the hail of arrows.

Before he could decide what to do next, he realized that he had already hit Du Kun with his second punch, knocking his opponent to the ground.

In the Great Ming Palace in Chang’an Fortress, Zhang Dongyun himself was leaning calmly against the back of his throne.

He rested one hand on the armrest and supported his chin.

He raised the other hand, extended his index finger, and gently tapped in the air.

In midair outside the fortress, Wen Hu himself, with a shocked look on his face, swooped down and caught up with Du Kun, who was falling.

Under Du Kun’s incredulous gaze, Wen Hu stepped heavily on his chest.

He stepped on him and landed on the ground.

He smashed the ground into a gigantic pit!