"Summon!"
Yang Hao shouted, impatient.
He had been worried about being imprisoned, unable to resolve his situation, his life hanging by a thread, ready to fall at any moment!
Now, the Samsara Profound Yellow Pagoda could summon the heroes of ancient China, bringing forth those valiant heroes who had fought on the battlefields.
This would surely be enough to annihilate Yang Ming's rebel army and cleanse Han Jia City of its impurity!
As if to answer his thoughts, the first layer of the Samsara Profound Yellow Pagoda was filled with golden light, the sound of the Great Dao echoing in all directions. A galaxy unfurled, starlight flowing, traveling from the Spring and Autumn period all the way to the Three Kingdoms!
Witnessing the flow of time, the stars densely packed, banners unfurling and rolling, a sculpted figure in golden light suddenly appeared on the first level of the pagoda!
A figure stepped forth from the river of history!
"Congratulations to the host, for successfully summoning to this world - Liao Hua!"
Liao Hua? Yang Hao couldn't help but rejoice. Liao Hua's strength in the late Eastern Han dynasty was ordinary, but he was brave and resourceful, though without any remarkable achievements.
However, to have left a mark in that era of warring heroes, his strength was undeniable.
"View Liao Hua's relevant information."
"Liao Hua, from the late Han and Three Kingdoms period."
"Courtesy name: Yuan Jian"
"Cultivation: Innate First Layer!"
"Cultivation technique: Hun Yuan Technique"
"Accompanying troops: Top-tier army - Jingzhou Soldiers - Five thousand strong"
"First-class army - Shu Han Army - Fifty thousand strong"
Personal experience: A general of Shu Han, formerly Guan Yu's chief clerk. Later, when Guan Yu attacked Xiangyang, he made Liao Hua the vanguard. He achieved several merits. When Liu Bei raised an army to attack Wu, Liao Hua followed.
After the succession of the Crown Prince, Liao Hua was appointed General of Fei Wei. As a deputy general, he accompanied Zhuge Liang on his northern expeditions, repeatedly achieving merits, and once defeated Sima Yi."
"Ding! Reminds the host that the heroes summoned by the Samsara Profound Yellow Pagoda to this world retain their past memories and are absolutely loyal to the host."
"System, when will Liao Hua arrive?"
"Please wait patiently, host. Liao Hua will arrive shortly."
Yang Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. An Innate powerhouse!
The Yang family hadn't produced one in three hundred years. This was definitely the ceiling of combat power in Han Jia City. Yang Ming's rebel army was not worth mentioning.
Just as Yang Hao was congratulating himself, a voice called out, pulling him back to reality.
"Hahaha, nephew, how have you been lately!"
Yang Hao glanced over and saw a man in his forties, eight feet tall, with three ferocious scars crawling across his face. He was clad in armor and carried a four-foot-long sword. The sword still bore traces of bloodstains.
Yang Ming sheathed his sword and strode into the hall, seating himself boldly in front of everyone.
"Nephew, I hope you don't blame your uncle. Your uncle is doing this for your own good. You, with your unkempt hair and only barely reaching the eighth layer of Bone Forging in cultivation.
If you were to sit in the position of City Lord, how would our Yang family maintain its dignity? How could you command the respect of the people?"
Yang Ming looked at Yang Hao with a troubled expression, "Nephew, I hope you can understand your uncle's good intentions."
"A fine 'nephew' you are, calling me nephew. Do you still recognize me as your nephew? What do you mean 'for my own good'? I think you're just coveting that position.
Now that you hold military power, you intimidate Han Jia, imprison the young City Lord. Such disloyalty makes me sick to look at!"
Yang Hao trembled with anger, facing Yang Ming directly.
"Audacious!"
Two groups of soldiers drew their swords and moved forward.
"Retreat."
Yang Ming waved his hand, "Nephew, watch carefully. Take one last look at this world. This Han Jia City will likely no longer be yours!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming led his men out of the Young City Lord's mansion. At the entrance, he ordered a squad of his subordinates: "Kill him!"
Yang Hao watched Yang Ming's personal guards return shortly after leaving, and his heart suddenly trembled.
The leader, Lin Hai, was at the fifth layer of Yuan Gathering. He stared coldly at Yang Hao and said in a chilling voice, "Young City Lord, allow me to see you off!"
Lin Hai led his men, surrounding Yang Hao, "Attack him."
One by one, they drew their weapons, fierce expressions on their faces, and closed in on Yang Hao.
Yang Hao sneered, "You are not qualified to kill me."
After all, he was the son of the City Lord. Even if his talent was ordinary, he was still better than those at the bottom. Yang Hao immediately circulated his Yuan power and struck out with a palm!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted directly from Yang Hao's mouth. He cursed, having forgotten that he had injured his foundation by practicing his cultivation with qi deviation.
"Strike him while he's down!"
"Kill!"
Blade after blade slashed down. Yang Hao hurriedly dodged, each strike swift as lightning. Yang Hao's robes were torn by the blades, and blood seeped through the cloth.
Yang Hao was instantly on the verge of collapse, filled with terror. Having lived in a time of peace, he had never witnessed such a scene. Although he practiced Tai Chi normally, it was only for self-defense.
But now, the ordinary soldiers of this world attacked with the speed of thunder!
The stinging sensation on his body fiercely stimulated his nerves! Waves of intense pain assaulted his mind.
"System, if Liao Hua doesn't arrive soon, I'll be done for today."
Yang Hao cried out in his heart, lamenting his terrible luck.
"Host, Liao Hua is arriving immediately!"
Yang Hao's heart was anxious, fear mixed with anticipation. His body trembled as he desperately tried to control it and dodge.
Sweat streamed down his face as his stamina and Yuan power rapidly declined. His physical condition was dire.
Yang Hao hardened his heart. To survive, he had to stall for time! He had to wait for Liao Hua to arrive; he could not give up!
"Lin Hai, the winner takes all, the loser is a bandit. But I am still the Young City Lord of Han Jia City, and I will die with dignity."
"Hmph, how do you wish to die?"
Lin Hai lowered his head slightly, tilting it, looking at Yang Hao from the corner of his eye, his right hand gripping his saber. Suda novel network.
"Dare you fight me?"
Yang Hao shouted, staring intently at Lin Hai, his heart pounding rapidly.
Lin Hai's lips twitched, and he let out a cold snort filled with disdain and contempt, sending a chill down Yang Hao's spine. "Young City Lord, what are you trying to achieve?"
Yang Hao's gaze was sharp, fixed on Lin Hai.
Lin Hai waved his hand, signaling his men to step back. He looked at Yang Hao, "Young City Lord, allow me to send you on your way. Travel well. Rest assured, the blade will be swift and painless!"
Lin Hai stepped forward, killing intent in his eyes, his long saber glinting coldly. His Yuan power surged, and he roared, "Kill!"
Immediately, his footwork became spectral, raising dust like smoke and clouds, appearing like a god or demon. An icy chill assailed him, and a bloody aura permeated the air.
Yang Hao's limbs felt weak and numb. He suddenly roared to the heavens, arduously circulating his Yuan power to evade that strike.
The saber struck the stone slab with force, causing it to explode, blasting away the stone bricks within a three-meter radius.
Yang Hao acted decisively, lunging forward, his right fist clenched. His power was immense and fierce, as he swung it wildly towards Lin Hai's waist.
Lin Hai's expression turned solemn. As a Yuan Gathering realm cultivator, he instinctively drew his sword to block. Yang Hao's punch landed on the saber, causing it to bend instantly. The two forces collided.
However, it wasn't long before Yang Hao coughed up a large amount of blood, his face pale.
"Bang!"
Yang Hao was instantly sent flying, crashing to the ground, his breath weak and ragged!