Li Yan's feelings were somewhat complex.

In fact, he understood Yang Chenghua's troubles.

Bearing the title of Erlang's reincarnation, coming to this world, it was destined to be extraordinary from the start.

Barely a month old, the Yang family faced calamity.

In his youth, he lived incognito.

After reaching adulthood, he drifted across the pugilistic world.

Although Yang Chenghua didn't say much, from his few words, Li Yan knew the other also tried to abandon his identity as Erlang and integrate into this world.

But ultimately he remained a mere bystander in the mortal world.

Therefore, Yang Chenghua subconsciously resisted becoming Erlang.

It wasn't until now that he fully accepted it.

When he met Mingshanzi outside the city, he called himself Yang Jian.

Although the story of "The Investiture of the Gods" had long been written and widely spread, history pales in comparison to the real Erlang.

Before this, there were Li Erlang and Yang Erlang.

Calling himself by a new name,

perhaps indicated he wanted a new beginning.

From now on, there would only be Yang Jian, no more Yang Chenghua...

Thinking of this, Li Yan perked up once again.

Although Erlang seemed alienated from the crowd, in a sense, he was the core of this incident.

The beginning of many things was his karmic tie with the River God.

With his strength, he could surely drive those demons out!

Indeed, things were just as he had expected.

Outside the Chengyun Gate of the Royal Palace, the black mist slowly dissipated, and all the soldiers regained their senses, looking at the person in the center of the square.

Gululu~

Situ Qian's head rolled to the city gate.

The fear in his eyes had not yet disappeared.

And Erlang, with a horizontal hold of the Three-pointed Two-edged Spear, nonchalantly took a gourd of wine from his waist, taking several swigs.

As he casually wiped, his full beard fell off, revealing a jade-like face with handsome features, truly charming and heroic.

Especially between his brows, the Gang Qi condensed, even slightly glowing.

It seemed like an eye had appeared out of nowhere...

This demeanor was all too familiar to the people of Shu.

"True Monarch of Erlang!"

"It's the descent of True Monarch of Erlang!"

Some soldiers stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Many others knelt down in worship.

The previously chaotic battlefield now saw no one daring to wield weapons.

At this moment, the city was silent.

Even those Southwest Evil Cultivators were filled with fear.

"He's an imposter!"

Duoji Zhaxi of the Black Sect noticed the unfavorable situation and shouted angrily to his side: "Are you all stupid? There is no Erlang in this world, attack him, kill him!"

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar, tearing off his large black monk's robe, revealing a tattooed body.

Inside the black monk's robe, it was indeed a Corpse Forest Painting.

He shook the monk's robe, forming a Dharma Seal with his hands and chanting a spell.

In an instant, streams of black mist rose from the ground, spiraling up and down, accompanied by piercing screams, both male and female.

"Demon!"

Erlang's eyes widened, looking upward.

Seeing his gaze, the chanting Duoji Zhaxi trembled, his mind was shaken, golden light flashed before his eyes, and the spell ceased.

"Get out of the way!"

The blood shaman next to him sensed something amiss and tried to push him.

However, it was already too late.

Just then, Erlang below suddenly drew a Yin Bow Golden Ball from his waist and swiftly pulled it upward.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, the head of the Black Sect Lama, Duoji Zhaxi, instantly exploded, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

This old demon, who had dominated for years, was killed in one blow.

It wasn't just the other evil cultivators; even the blood shaman felt his scalp tingle, ducking low behind the city wall.

"Quick, attack with firearms!"

He ordered fiercely, his expression twisted.

He was well aware of Yang Chenghua's identity and had even been involved indirectly in the Yang family's catastrophe back then.

But he hadn't expected him to be so ferocious.

In others' eyes, Erlang merely shot a golden ball, but in his perception, it was a terrifying Power of Incense, enveloping Gang Qi, that made the Black Sect Lama's soul scatter.

This spell completely exceeded his understanding.

Using firearms might be the best way.

However, no one responded below.

Even the soldiers from the Shu Prince Mansion who came to assist were uncertain. Some were just about to raise their guns when those nearby restrained them.

The True Monarch of Erlang was the River Master.

As people of Shu, they had worshipped him since childhood; how could they dare act rashly?

The first to react was Sha Lifei.

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly drew the Guan Mountain Blade, shouting loudly, "The River Master has appeared to vanquish demons, aren't you going to repent and join us in punishing the demons!"

"Kill!"

Zhao XianDa also came to his senses, raising his blade and ordering.

"Kill!"

Resounding shouts echoed through the Shu King Palace.

The soldiers of the Chongqing Guard Station all had their morale boosted.

On the other hand, the soldiers of the Shu Prince Mansion wavered.

For a moment, the situation on the field completely reversed.

The soldiers of Chongqing Prefecture charged toward the Chengyun Gate.

The city wall here was far lower than the outer curtain wall, but sandbags stacked behind the city gate had long blocked it.

Thud! Thud!

The soldiers lifted a battering ram, gray dust from the gate falling.

Yet it was still difficult to force it open.

On the walls, the demons, fearing Erlang below, dared not make a move, not even showing their faces.

"Wu Ba, blast open the gate!"

Seeing this, Sha Lifei hurriedly called out.

He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As long as they charged outside Chengyun Hall and destroyed the magic platform, Lu Sheng the demon's plan would be foiled.

"Hmm."

Wu Ba grunted, lifting the Tiger Venerate Cannon.

What was happening outside had also reached inside the city.

"Prince, what should we do?"

The leader of the Black Feather Guards cupped his hands to inquire.

The news from his subordinates was truly shocking.

Erlang Immortal Master had appeared!

At this moment, he was somewhat lost.

"What's the rush?"

"King Shu" calmly sipped tea, looking toward the sky.

As Situ Qian was slain and the Netherworld Stage shattered, the red lanterns throughout the city lost their effectiveness, the spell ceased, and the frenzied people on the streets all collapsed, passing out.

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