The 5,000 soldiers began to move according to their own missions.
Although many centurions had died, it was fortunate that their morale was high, and everyone was filled with anger.
With the addition of the eight knights of the honor guard, even if the organization was broken, there was not much chaos.
Watching the army leave, Jiang Chen also left the General's Residence with Zhao Gao.
Previously, Li Yuanfang had come a step too late, and Wang Ming himself wasn't in the mansion.
It was unknown if he had sensed the killing intent that Li Yuan Fang had erupted from, but he had been frightened away. Even though the mansion had been broken through, he had not shown himself.
However, Jiang Chen was not in a hurry.
Zhao Gao had an S-grade tracking ability. Even if he ran for three days and three nights, he would not be able to avoid this level of pursuit.
As expected, he had just walked out of the door.
Behind him, Zhao Gao pointed at the city gate and said,"
"Your Majesty, he left the city and headed east.”
"Chase him, don't be in a hurry to attack him. I want to finish him off personally.”
"Yes."
A dark red sword that emitted a faint fluorescent light appeared under Zhao Gao's feet and flew into the sky on the sword.
Jiang Chen tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, leaving a spiderweb-like hole in the ground as he leaped forward.
In the struggle for hegemony, the characteristics of each system were very distinct.
The Immortal Dao Qi Cultivation could control all kinds of spiritual beasts, puppets, talismans, magic tools, and spiritual objects. It was considered the most versatile system.
Martial arts tempered the body, and the strength of the physical body far surpassed all other systems of the same grade. The early stage advantage was very large.
No matter what system it was, in the first three grades, once a fatal injury appeared on the body, one would still be threatened with death.
However, the weakness of martial arts was that it had a single way of fighting.
Moreover, many martial artists only had muscles in their brains and were single-minded. They were considered the most vulgar system and were at the bottom of the contempt chain.
The orthodox cultivators of the Confucian, Immortal, Buddhist, and Sword Dao looked down on the unorthodox cultivators of the Devil, Demon, and Talisman Dao.
Within the orthodox sects, the Confucians felt that the monks of Buddhism were hypocritical and played with people's hearts. The immortals thought that the scholars of the Confucians were old-fashioned and inflexible. The Buddhists criticized the immortal cultivators without any scruples.
Kendo felt that the other three were all trash.
And all of these people looked down on martial arts.
As for Warlocks, they looked down on everyone.
However, Jiang Chen felt that martial arts was the best because piling could last for a long time.
This advantage alone was enough to top all the others. It was irreplaceable.
According to this logic, Warlocks were the noobs.
The Confucianists were second, they focused on cultivating the soul and their bodies weren't that strong.
The three immortal and Buddhist talismans appeared again.
Sword Dao, Demonic Dao, Demon Dao, if it was strengthening the body, it could barely be considered as a fight, but it was just barely.
In front of orthodox adepts, he was nothing but trash.
……
Jiang Chen was already fast enough.
His strength far exceeded that of an ordinary Martial Path Rank Two.
Especially since the Ancestral Dragon Emperor Robe was not just a robe, but a set that included a crown, boots, robe, cloak, belt, and so on.
Among them, boots had the effect of increasing speed.
Although his strength was weak and the bonus was not much, he still had the speed of a Rank-3 martial artist.
However, Jiang Chen still ran for more than an hour before he caught up with Wang Ming in a mountain valley.
In order to escape, this fellow had indeed used all his strength.
Unfortunately, in the face of real power, all efforts were meaningless.
At this moment, he was tied up like a dumpling by Zhao Gao's horsetail whisk and was lying on the ground, unable to move.
Jiang Chen leaped and arrived in front of Wang Ming.
He raised his head and sized him up. This guy was not even wearing any clothes on his upper body, but he did not throw down the steel spear on his back.
"Zhao Gao, let him go. I want to try it myself.”
"Yes."
Zhao Gao waved his hand.
The horsetail whisk that bound Wang Ming loosened, and countless white threads rapidly contracted, quickly turning into an 'ordinary' horsetail whisk.
The instant the horsetail whisk was released, Wang Ming retreated.
At the same time, his arm quickly turned to his back and grabbed the heavy third-grade spear.
He stared at Jiang Chen warily.
He asked in disbelief,"
"Are you sure you want to fight me one-on-one?"
Before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't help but laugh.
He knew that he shouldn't be smiling at this moment, at least not so smugly.
However, he couldn't help it.
Wang Ming originally thought that he would die for sure and was in despair. He didn't expect that there would always be a way out for him, and that he would be able to survive.
"Although martial artists below Rank-3 could be invincible in the same realm when facing other systems,
However, when their realms were different, they could only be insta-killed.
If Zhao Gao attacked, he wouldn't be able to resist at all.
However, he had never expected Jiang Chen to actually intend to fight him one-on-one.
A son of a thousand gold couldn't sit in the hall. The dignified monarch actually made such a stupid move.
No wonder he dared to touch the foundation of a noble family. As expected, he was young and impetuous.
He knew a little martial arts and had some cultivation. He felt that he was very powerful.
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