I Can Replicate Martial Arts

The sudden retreat of these World-Space Beasts and Armor Warriors instantly changed the entire battlefield situation.

Prince Zi Gui’s side, which had been evenly matched or even held an advantage, was immediately put on the defensive.

They were already outnumbered. Without the help of their outside support, how could they possibly be a match for King Chonghou’s forces?

They held on for only a moment before being utterly routed.

"The Alien Race cannot be trusted! Those rats have undone me!"

Prince Zi Gui was furious, but the enemy’s momentum was unstoppable. His own soldiers fell like rows of cut leeks.

The tide had turned!

There was no coming back!

Seeing this, Wupeng Great Witch Venerable waved his hand, conjuring a massive, rainbow-colored palm. It snatched Prince Zi Gui, and transforming into a streak of light, he fled swiftly into the distance.

"Pursue them!"

King Chonghou’s eyes narrowed. How could he let his Brother Wang escape alive? He immediately ordered Mo Wuji to take his elite troops and strongest generals in pursuit.

"Marquis King!"

The generals at his side looked at King Chonghou with joy. They knew that from this day forward, Great Shang would belong to King Chonghou.

King Chonghou’s sharp gaze turned to the Armor Warriors floating in the air. He waved his hand, ordering his generals to mop up the remaining enemies while keeping a close watch on the movements of the Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms above.

The generals roared their assent. They quickly reorganized their troops, enforced military discipline, remained vigilant against the enemy, and carried out their respective duties without daring to slacken.

King Chonghou nodded in satisfaction. Only then did he turn to look at Zhao Rui and the unfamiliar Armored Man floating in the distance behind him.

How could King Chonghou not have known about the immense and spectacular battle the two had fought earlier?

He had seen Zhao Rui before. The man had always been at Mo Longteng’s side, together with Mo Ling’Er.

So he had assumed he was part of the Mo Family.

In the midst of such a major battle, he hadn’t paid him much attention. He never would have imagined that Zhao Rui would be the one to turn the tide.

This man’s strength was in no way inferior to that of Mo Wuji and his son.

"Ling’Er, who is this valiant warrior?"

King Chonghou asked with a smile.

To the side, Mo Ling’Er, who was wiping her long saber, heard him and quickly stepped forward. "Marquis King, he is... he is my friend."

"Oh?"

"Then quickly make the introduction for me. Don’t let the warrior think I am being discourteous."

"This..."

Mo Ling’Er glanced at her brother, then had no choice but to leave the formation and fly toward Zhao Rui under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Zhao Rui! The Marquis King wants to see you. Is that convenient for you?"

Mo Ling’Er asked tentatively. She didn’t dare make decisions for Zhao Rui; the guy paid her no mind at all.

"Oh? Since the Marquis King has extended an invitation, of course I should meet him."

After speaking, he followed Mo Ling’Er and flew toward the Great Shang army’s formation.

Seeing this, the Armored Man behind him silently followed, like an attendant.

A moment later, the three of them arrived before King Chonghou. Mo Ling’Er stepped forward and said, "Marquis King, this is my friend, Zhao Rui."

"Greetings, Marquis King."

Zhao Rui cupped his fist in salute, his expression calm and composed.

"Which land do you hail from, warrior? So blessed by the spirits and strikingly handsome, truly a dragon among men. I regret not having met you sooner."

King Chonghou took two steps forward, making a warm gesture as if to help him up.

"I am from the Central State."

"The Central State?"

The moment Zhao Rui said this, King Chonghou and the generals behind him were all stunned. Their expressions immediately turned strange.

’He’s actually from the Central State.’

Although the two nations weren’t currently in conflict, they had fought relentlessly in the past.

They never imagined that the one who helped them reverse the course of the battle would actually be a person from the Central State.

After a brief moment of surprise, King Chonghou reacted swiftly, smiling as he said, "The Central State has been a land of heroes since ancient times. Speaking of which, the ancestors of us Great Shang people also came from the Central State."

King Chonghou exchanged a few more pleasantries before inviting Zhao Rui to the palace for a talk.

"Your Majesty must have many matters to attend to today... I will not disturb you."

Zhao Rui politely declined with a smile.

"In that case, I will host a banquet for you another day. I hope you will not refuse me then, warrior."

"Then I thank Your Majesty in advance."

After speaking, Zhao Rui nodded to Mo Ling’Er, then leaped into the air and flew directly toward the Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms in the sky.

’King Chonghou has things to do, but I’m not idle either.’

’These Armor Warriors are what I most want to understand right now.’

’As for Great Shang, there will be plenty of time to deal with them later.’

’Since I went to such lengths to help them, how could I do it for free? Right now, Great Shang, Great Zhou, and the Central State are in a three-way standoff. If I can form an alliance with Great Shang, we can at least maintain a period of peace.’

’Of course, these aren’t matters I can decide on my own. I’m not one of the Central State’s decision-makers.’

’But as someone from the Central State, a peaceful Central State is ultimately more beneficial than harmful for me and my family.’

Zhao Rui flew into the sky, gradually approaching the colossal beasts that blotted out the sun. These few Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms were a size larger than the one that had swallowed him before.

He had only gotten a quick glimpse before. Now, observing them up close, he was even more struck by how massive these things were.

They were much larger and fatter than the Viper King Venerable that had once ravaged the East Coast.

’I wonder if their meat tastes good. If it does, one of them could probably feed tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people.’

As if sensing Zhao Rui’s strange gaze, the few Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms began to hiss, growing restless and agitated.

Zhao Rui glanced at the Armor Warrior behind him, who immediately began to speak.

The man’s subconscious was already under Zhao Rui’s control, so he naturally had no thoughts of rebellion. As if afraid Zhao Rui wouldn’t understand their language, he and the Armor Warriors under his command communicated using Divine Soul Transmission.

The gist of it was that they would no longer help Prince Zi Gui; their previous agreement was void.

He now served Zhao Rui as his master.

Hearing his words, the other Armor Warriors showed some resistance, but ultimately acknowledged his command.