Under these circumstances, the long spear had already become a burden.
He decisively and fiercely let go of the long spear still embedded in the corpse.
His right hand swept across his waist in one fluid motion.
"Clang—!"
A crisp, clear dragon's roar!
A Mo Dao with an archaic design, a narrow body, and a faint glow shimmering all over its entire length was pulled out by him!
Under the firelight, the blade reflected a chilling, bloody light, illuminating a pair of eyes colder than the edge itself and filled with a lust for slaughter.
He looked at the dozen or so Han soldiers closing in, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Good timing.
Just right to test my blade.
The instant the Mo Dao cleared its scabbard, a bone-chilling coldness even overshadowed the stench of blood on the battlefield.
Those dozen or so veteran Han soldiers felt a chill in their hearts, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be released. Having survived a hundred battles, they knew full well that retreating now meant certain death!
"Kill!"
The lead veteran roared, making the first move. The long spear in his hand thrust like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, stabbing straight for Wei Zhe's heart!
The rest exerted force simultaneously, their dozen long spears weaving a net of death from all directions and instantly enveloping Wei Zhe!
Facing this desperate, fatal situation, not a trace of panic could be seen on Wei Zhe's face.
His feet seemed rooted to the ground as he stepped forward instead of back, taking half a step to meet those dozen streaks of cold light.
It was precisely this half-step that placed his body in an exquisitely delicate position.
The Mo Dao in his hand moved.
There was no heaven-shaking momentum, no dazzlingly fancy moves, just a horizontal slash simple to the extreme.
"Hum—!"
The blade vibrated, emitting a low buzzing sound.
The next moment, the blade fiercely collided with the first few long spears that had thrust forward!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
A succession of teeth-grinding, crisp snaps!
Those long spear shafts made of hard wood shattered and were cleanly cut straight through the moment they touched the edge of the Mo Dao, acting as if they were rotten wood!
What?!
The ferocious expressions on the faces of those Han soldiers instantly froze, transforming into boundless terror.
Their weapons had broken!
Before they could make any reaction, Wei Zhe's wrist flicked, and the Mo Dao—having severed the spear shafts—swept upward, carving a heartbreakingly beautiful, bloody arc.
"Splat!"
Head after head soared into the sky!
Warm blood spattered all over Wei Zhe like a fountain!
[Ding! Slain one Han soldier, obtained 10 tempering points.]
[Ding! Slain one Han soldier, obtained 10 tempering points.]
One blade, four kills!
The shadow of death instantly enveloped the remaining Han soldiers.
They wanted to retreat like madmen, wanting to escape this demon god.
Yet Wei Zhe's blade was faster than their thoughts!
He stepped forward, his figure spinning like a spinning top, and the Mo Dao in his hand transformed into a storm of death sweeping through everything!
"Splatter! Splatter! Splatter!"
Where the gleam of swords passed, severed limbs and broken arms flew!
Their screams were cut short and stuffed back down their throats before they could even be uttered.
In a mere three breaths of time.
The dozen veteran Han soldiers who had besieged Wei Zhe all collapsed in pools of blood.
Not a single corpse remained intact.
Wei Zhe stood holding his blade, crimson blood dripping one drop at a time from the long, narrow body of the sword to the ground, producing a "drip-drop" sound.
The entire battlefield seemed to fall into an instantaneous, dead silence because of this bloody scene.
"My goodness... Boss... he..." Qian Hu looked at the scene, which resembled a painting of hell, stuttering without managing to piece together a complete sentence.
Sun He's pupils constricted to the size of needle tips. He stared fixedly at the Mo Dao in Wei Zhe's hand, then looked at Wei Zhe's terrifyingly calm face.
He finally understood why Wei Zhe had made them risk their lives forging those new-style equipments earlier.
This was no longer the martial prowess of a mortal.
This was a god and devil!
"Roar!"
"The Chieftain is invincible!"
"Kill!!"
Following the brief dead silence, the hundred Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors erupted into an earth-shattering roar!
Their eyes were filled with fanatical adoration! Their blood was thoroughly ignited at this moment!
Led by such a commander who resembled a god of war, what else did they have to fear?
"Kill them all!"
"For the Chieftain!"
Like beasts injected with stimulants, the Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors followed closely behind Wei Zhe, launching an even more ferocious charge into the depths of the Han army!
Every time the new-style long spears in their hands thrust out, they easily tore through the fragile leather armor of the Han soldiers. The sturdy fish scale armor on their bodies allowed them to ignore most attacks.
They were a hundred miniature versions of Wei Zhe!
Like a red-hot, pointed knife, this hundred-man squad saw the Han army's formation easily torn and pierced wherever they passed, leaving behind a trail of corpses and wails.
Meanwhile, at the rear of the battlefield, atop another mountain.
Chief Instructor Shi Meng held a spyglass, surveying the entire battlefield.
When he saw Wei Zhe use a single blade to cut through multiple long spears and counter-kill a dozen veteran Han soldiers, the hand holding the spyglass suddenly tightened!
"Such a fast blade! Such a ruthless heart!"
His deputy general, standing beside him, was also dumbstruck with shock.
"General, is... is that Chieftain Wei of the Tiger and Wolf Army? How... how can he be so fiercely brave?"
Shi Meng lowered the spyglass, his gaze filled to the extreme with complexity.
"Fiercely brave?" He shook his head, a hint of shock coloring his voice. "This isn't brave. This is 'momentum'!"
"The momentum of an Enemy of Ten Thousand!"
"Our Great Qin has stood for hundreds of years. General Meng Tian counts as one, High General Wang Jian counts as one, and going further back, there is Lord Wu'an Bai Qi! When these men take to the battlefield, a single man is an army! A single man is a banner!"
Shi Meng's breathing grew somewhat hurried.
"This Wei Zhe... on him, there is the exact same scent as those few!"
"Pass down my command!" Shi Meng abruptly spun around, shouting sternly, "The whole army press forward! Disregard the flanks, and like an awl, follow the opening Wei Zhe has carved out and smash fiercely inward!"
"Thoroughly pierce Bao Yuan's commander's tent for me!"
"Yes!"
The Qin army's offensive grew even fiercer.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhe—situated at the very center of the storm—was completely immersed in the pleasure of slaughter.
[Ding! Slain one Han officer, obtained 50 tempering points.]
[Ding! Slain one Han soldier, obtained 10 tempering points.]
[Ding! Host has consecutively slain 50 people, achieving half of the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' achievement, additionally rewarding 500 tempering points!]
The system's prompt tone kept ringing in his mind like the most wondrous melody.
Every single time the Mo Dao in his hand swept out, it inevitably claimed several lives.
His body, bolstered by the blessing of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, felt as though it knew no fatigue.
One hour.
Wei Zhe himself had no idea how many people he had killed. He only knew that the ground beneath his feet had already been churned into a muddy mess soaked through with blood. The black fish scale armor on his body had long since been covered by a thick layer of dark red blood plasma.
[Ding! Host has consecutively slain 100 people, achieved the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' achievement, additionally rewarding 1000 tempering points!]
When the hundredth enemy was decapitated by a single stroke of his blade, Wei Zhe's movements finally experienced a trace of sluggishness.
A profound sense of exhaustion surged up from the depths of his limbs and bones like a tide.
Even with the support of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, the consumption of his internal energy and physical strength from such high-intensity slaughter was immense.
His breathing began to grow heavy. His blade-wielding arm also felt a hint of soreness and numbness.
No good, I'm reaching my limit.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Wei Zhe's heart.
He looked around. Although the Han army's resistance had grown increasingly weak, an endless stream of soldiers with reddened eyes were still surging toward him.
He knew he had already become the focal point of the entire battlefield. Once he fell, the morale he had managed to rouse with such difficulty would instantly collapse.
System!
He muttered inwardly in his mind.
Open my attribute panel!
[Host: Wei Zhe] [Realm: Fourth-Order Grandmaster (First glimpse of the threshold)] Strength: 1200 Agility: 1225 Constitution: 1202 [Technique: Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill (First Layer: 2990/3000)] [Skills: Wind Piercing Spear Technique (Great Success), Thousand Refinement Force (Entry)] [Tempering Points: 2150 points]
Just 10 points shy of leveling up!
Wei Zhe's gaze instantly locked onto a young Han soldier not far away who was trembling and holding a long spear while lacking the courage to step forward.
You're the one!
With a kick of his foot, his entire person shot forward instantly like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
The Han soldier only felt a blur before his eyes as a black shadow was already inches away. Reflexively, he thrust out the long spear in his hand.
Without even looking, Wei Zhe thrust out his left hand with lightning speed, grabbed the spear shaft as it pierced forward, and yanked it backward fiercely!
Staggering, the Han soldier lost control of his body and plunged forward.
The Mo Dao in Wei Zhe's hand smoothly swept across in response.
[Ding! Slain one Han soldier, obtained 10 tempering points.]
[Ding! The proficiency of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has reached maximum. Would you like to level up?]
Level up!
Wei Zhe unleashed a suppressed roar within his heart!
"Boom!"
A torrent of heat, vaster and purer than any previous time, instantly erupted from within the system space!
Like a breached Yangtze River, that torrent of heat surged madly through his nearly depleted meridians!
Under the scouring of this heat, his already aching and sore muscles emitted crisp, explosive cracks!
He could clearly feel his bones growing denser, his fascia growing tougher, and the power contained within his muscles violently soaring at a terrifying speed!
The exhausted internal energy was not only instantly replenished at this moment, but its maximum total directly doubled!
[Ding! Congratulations to the host, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill has advanced to the second layer!] [Strength +100, Constitution +100, internal energy upper limit increased!] [Obtained new trait: Dragon Elephant Force (Primary)—every single attack you make will carry an additional shockwave effect capable of piercing armor and directly damaging internal organs!]
Peak!
No! This was transcending the peak!
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