A World-Shocking Strike! One Man Shakes Yellow Wind!

"Pssh—!!!"

The Mystic Cloud Saber cut through him like rotten wood, without the slightest resistance! Its edge tore through leather armor, split bone, and cleaved diagonally from Keliye's left shoulder all the way to his right waist!

That despairing howl came to an abrupt stop.

For an instant, time seemed to freeze.

Keliye's savage, twisted expression froze on his face, his eyes still filled with boundless terror and disbelief.

His massive body, like a dead tree split by a giant axe, broke apart with a sickening crack of bones and a dull sound of flesh separating, splitting into two pieces with a thunderous crash!

Scalding blood and fragments of organs sprayed out like a fountain in both directions, staining the muddy ground red and splattering the surrounding Barbarians from head to toe!

The two halves of his body crashed heavily into the mud with two dull thuds.

In an instant, Broken Spear Slope fell deathly silent.

All the shouts of battle, the clashes of weapons, and the Barbarians' roars vanished completely at that moment.

Only the torrential rain remained, along with the heavy, disbelieving breaths of a few Barbarians.

At the top of the slope, every soldier of Third Battalion, who had been ready to fight to the death, froze in place as well.

Their eyes were wide as they stared fixedly at the figure below, who seemed like a war god descended into the world, and at Keliye's horrifying corpse, split in two by a single strike. Their eyes brimmed with utter disbelief.

Keliye, the Seventh Rank Lesser Training warrior who had forced them to the top of the slope and beaten Battalion Commander Xu Qi into submission, had actually... actually been cleaved in half by Jiang Bei in one stroke!

On the Barbarians' side, terror wrapped around every heart like an icy venomous snake. They stared in horror at Keliye's corpse, unwilling to believe what they were seeing.

Lord Keliye... their incomparably powerful leader, a Seventh Rank Lesser Training warrior whom even Third Battalion's commander Xu Qi could not contend with at all, had been slain with a single slash!

And by a Dry Person, in such an utterly overwhelming, crushing manner?!

"Roar—!"

Jiang Bei suddenly threw back his head and let out a roar filled with endless fury and killing intent. Like an injured mad dragon, it shook even the curtain of rain!

That roar completely ignited the dead silence!

It also utterly shattered the last shred of courage remaining in the Barbarians!

"Run... run!!"

"Monster! He's a monster!!"

"Lord Keliye is dead! Run for your lives!"

The Barbarian force instantly collapsed into total disarray, throwing aside their weapons and armor as they wailed in despair.

Like a swarm of ants scalded by boiling water, they turned and fled desperately down the mountain without a thought for anything else!

But how could Jiang Bei let these murderers who had harmed Xu Qi and slaughtered his countrymen escape?!

There was not the slightest trace of mercy in his eyes, only icy killing intent!

"Not one of you is leaving!"

Jiang Bei moved like lightning, transforming into a streak of bloody light as he charged into the scattering Barbarians!

The Mystic Cloud Saber swung wildly in his hand.

Blade flashes streamed like ribbons, bringing a rain of blood and a storm of gore!

Fast! Fast to the absolute limit!

Before Jiang Bei's extreme movement technique, strengthened by his breakthrough into Seventh Rank Great Training, the fleeing Barbarians were as slow as lambs awaiting slaughter.

With every slash, a Barbarian was either beheaded or disemboweled.

The sounds of the blade tearing through flesh and bone, mixed with the Barbarians' screams, nearly formed a symphony that echoed through the rain over Broken Spear Slope.

Jiang Bei's saber force, infused with vast Dragon Elephant Astral Qi and the blood vitality of Seventh Rank Great Training, swept through them like a gale scattering fallen leaves. Even those merely struck by the wind of his blade suffered broken tendons and shattered bones, left either dead or crippled!

Rainwater washed over the mud and blood on the ground, and in an instant, they merged into dazzling scarlet streams.

On the mountainside before Broken Spear Slope, Jiang Bei became a tireless killing machine. Alone with one saber, he slaughtered every one of the remaining dozens of Barbarians!

When the final Barbarian's head flew into the air, still wearing an expression of terror, the slope fell completely silent!

Even the rain seemed to have grown lighter.

Broken Spear Slope was covered in corpses, severed limbs, and broken arms. A thick stench of blood, so heavy it could not dissipate, filled the air.

Jiang Bei stood amid the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his entire body smeared with gore.

Drops of blood continuously fell from the tip of the Mystic Cloud Saber, striking the muddy water with faint drips.

His chest rose and fell slightly, but his eyes had returned to the stillness of dead water.

With Keliye's death and the complete annihilation of these Barbarians, the towering rage and violent killing intent in his eyes receded silently like the tide.

Only heavy grief and coldness remained.

He let out a long breath, and even it carried a thick scent of blood.

At the same time, At the top of the slope, the surviving twenty-odd soldiers finally snapped out of their extreme shock and the wild joy of surviving the catastrophe.

They looked down at the figure standing like a god or demon, at the Barbarians who had once been so arrogant and invincible, now reduced to corpses strewn across the ground. The fear and despair they had suppressed for so long finally found an outlet, transforming into unparalleled exhilaration and fervor!

No one knew who was the first to let out a hoarse cry edged with tears:

"Lo... Lord Jiang!!!"

Then came even more cries, louder and more impassioned!

"Lord Jiang—!!!"

"Long live Lord Jiang!!!"

"They're all dead! Every last one of them!! Lord Jiang is invincible!!!"

The voices pierced the curtain of rain and echoed through the silent mountains, filled with excitement and reverence. Everyone shouted Jiang Bei's name, their words brimming with gratitude.

They knew very well that, if not for Jiang Bei today, every one of them would have died at Broken Spear Slope—either captured by the Barbarians and refined into human elixirs, or chopped into mincemeat and fed to the wild wolves!

Jiang Bei quietly listened to the deafening cheers.

Then he slowly turned around, his gaze passing over the jubilant crowd before landing on the lifeless figure beside the boulder at the top of the slope.

Xu Qi.

The Battalion Commander who had been worrying about his safety just moments ago now lay there in silence.

He did not respond to any of the excited calls. Instead, he silently returned to the top of the slope. Seeing this, the soldiers' cheers gradually died down, and following the direction Jiang Bei had taken, they saw Xu Qi's body once more.

Excitement and exhilaration receded like the tide, while heaviness and solemnity once again shrouded Broken Spear Slope.

"Battalion Commander..." Jiang Bei walked to Xu Qi's side and slowly crouched down, his voice low and hoarse. "I remember what you told me. Don't worry. I'll definitely... bring you home."

The next moment, Jiang Bei rose to his feet. His gaze swept across the devastated battlefield, and his tone regained its usual steadiness:

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"Clean up the battlefield. Count the casualties. Treat the wounded."

"Carefully... lay the Battalion Commander's body to rest."

"Search again. See if there are any belongings left behind by our brothers who... died earlier."

"And then..."

His gaze turned toward Ren-Rank Camp. Deep in his eyes flashed a blade-sharp glint—the resolve carved into his very bones.

"We... go home."

As Jiang Bei led the Third Battalion back toward Ren-Rank Camp, Ren-Rank Camp itself was far from peaceful, for it had received a group of unwelcome visitors.

There were four of them in total, riding straight up to the camp gates. They wore armor, yet when they dismounted, each held his head high with an arrogant expression.

"After entering Ren-Rank Camp, you all remember what the Commandant told us to do, yes?"

A bearded man said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, we know perfectly well!"

Another middle-aged man replied with a smile.

"Who are you? What business do you have at Ren-Rank Camp?"

Seeing them, the two guards at the camp entrance immediately stepped forward and cupped their fists in greeting.

They could tell that these four men were extraordinary in bearing and impeccably dressed, so they naturally did not dare slight them.

The bearded man did not waste words. He directly pulled a document from his robes. The ink was still fresh, its calligraphy bold and sweeping. He said sternly, "Look carefully! This is an order issued by Qingzhou City—your camp's Commandant, Jiang Qingfeng, suffered severe injuries while fighting the Barbarians in the Eight Desolations Mountain Range and has now been transferred to Qingzhou City for treatment. The city has specially ordered our Tiger Camp to take over Ren-Rank Camp!"

"From this day onward, Ren-Rank Camp will temporarily be under our administration. Take us to the Commandant's and the Battalion Commanders' tents immediately. Hurry!"

The two guards were stunned.

The Commandant was actually... severely wounded?!

How was that possible?!

They knew the fighting in the Eight Desolations Mountain Range was perilous, but they had never imagined that even the Commandant would be gravely injured and forced to return to the city...

"What are you standing around for? Are you deaf? Lead the way!"

The middle-aged man barked.

"Yes, yes!"

The two guards did not dare disobey. They hurriedly led the way, bringing the four men into the camp.

Not long after.

Jiang Bei and his group finally returned to Ren-Rank Camp.

The force that had previously departed for Yellow Wind Ridge in full fighting trim was now utterly battered. Even the surviving soldiers were mostly wounded.

"First, see to the Battalion Commander's body."

Jiang Bei instructed a Squad Leader beside him.

Xu Qi's dying wish had been for him to have his body cremated and his ashes placed with those of his wife and children.

He naturally had to see to this matter first.

"Yes!"

The Squad Leader immediately accepted the order and left.

Afterward, Jiang Bei and the others entered the camp as well.

But he quickly sensed that something was off.

"Hmm?"

He looked around and found the atmosphere in the camp unusually grave.

Even more strangely, soldiers stood guard outside the tents of several Battalion Commanders.

Had Lord Jiang Qingfeng and the others returned from the Eight Desolations Mountain Range?

But upon further thought, that did not seem right.

Their Ren-Rank Camp had never had a rule requiring dedicated guards outside Battalion Commanders' tents!

"What is going on? Who is inside those tents?"

Zhang Feng asked in surprise.

"Lord Jiang!"

At that moment, a Squad Leader hurried over from the distance.

This man was named Song Hua. He had remained behind to guard the camp and had never gone out.

"What is this about?"

Jiang Bei immediately pointed at the soldiers standing guard outside the tents and asked.

"Lord Jiang, you may not know this. Four Battalion Commanders from Tiger Camp arrived at the camp today, claiming they had come under an order from Qingzhou City. They said Lord Jiang was severely wounded in the Eight Desolations Mountain Range and had been sent to Qingzhou City for treatment. They have come specifically to take over the Ren-Rank Camp!"

Song Hua hurriedly explained.

"Lord Jiang was severely injured?"

"H-How is that possible?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng and the others' expressions changed drastically. They could not believe it.

Jiang Bei frowned as well.

The four men were probably not lying. If Jiang Qingfeng had not been severely wounded, they would never have dared take over the Ren-Rank Camp on their own.

Qingzhou City was the heart of Qingzhou, where their border forces were stationed. Their largest military camp—the Qingzhou Camp—was located within the city, personally guarded by the Commander-in-Chief and the Four Great Generals.

All ten of their military camps answered to the Qingzhou Camp.

Ordinarily, if the colonel of a military camp was severely wounded, reinforcements would indeed be sent to take command.

But why had they sent four Battalion Commanders from Tiger Camp?

Jiang Bei's pupils contracted as a name abruptly came to mind: Qin Yang!

"What kind of junk is piled up in this tent?!"

Just then, a sharp shout came from a Battalion Commander's tent ahead.

Without hesitation, Jiang Bei immediately walked over.

Zhang Feng and the others exchanged glances, then promptly followed.