Slaying Generals to Establish Might, A Battle to Seal Divinity

Wei Zhe suddenly threw his head back and let out an irrepressible roar!

"Roar--!"

The roar was like a dragon's cry, like a tiger's roar, piercing metal and shattering stone, charging straight into the clouds!

The terrifying might contained within the roar caused the soldiers of the Qin and Han armies, who were fighting around them, to pause involuntarily. They all looked at him in horror.

What did they see?

They saw that the blood mist emanating from the Qin general, who was covered in blood like a demon god, had visibly grown thicker!

"His... his aura... how did it get stronger again?" a Han officer stammered, his voice trembling.

Wei Zhe slowly lowered his head. He felt the explosive power surging within him, and a cruel smile curved his lips.

He looked at the Han soldiers frozen on the spot by his roar. In his eyes, there was no longer any trace of human emotion, only a cold indifference, like that of a predator looking at its prey.

"Kill!"

A cold word escaped his mouth.

His figure moved again.

This time, his speed was more than double what it had been before!

He seemed to transform into a bolt of black lightning, instantly charging into a group of Han soldiers!

"Ah!"

"Pfft!"

His Mo Dao swung, no longer just a flash of steel, but a blur of afterimages carrying bloody lightning!

A Han soldier raised his shield to block.

"Clang!"

The blade struck the shield.

The Han soldier felt an irresistible surge of immense force. His shield, along with his arm, was instantly shattered! Immediately after, an invisible force penetrated his chest armor, directly turning his internal organs into a pulp!

His eyes were wide open, blood flowing from his seven orifices. He fell straight down, without even a visible wound on his body.

Dragon Elephant Force!

This was the Dragon Elephant Force!

Wei Zhe rejoiced in his heart!

His killing efficiency had been elevated to another level!

If he was a fierce tiger before, then now, he was a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex clad in steel scales!

"Devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! We can't win!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The psychological defense of the Han army was completely shattered at this moment.

They watched the black god of death, who moved through the crowd as if no one was there, taking several lives with every swing of his blade, and finally broke down completely.

They threw down their weapons, crying and screaming, fleeing madly in all directions.

The army collapsed like a mountain falling!

Near the central command tent, High General Bao Yuan, who had finally managed to organize a line of defense with his personal guards, saw the horrifying scene in the distance through the firelight.

He saw how the Qin general in black armor was leisurely reaping the lives of his soldiers amidst the myriad of troops.

He also heard the desperate cries of his soldiers coming from all directions.

His legs began to weaken.

His heart was completely submerged by a cold tide called "fear."

"General! We can't hold on! The west camp has been completely routed!"

"General! The main force of the Qin army is already charging through!"

"General! You must leave! It will be too late if you don't!"

Several personal guard generals rushed to his side, their faces filled with anxiety and despair.

In Bao Yuan's mind, only one word remained.

He glanced behind the command tent at the magnificent, well-prepared Ferghana horse.

"Pass... pass my order!" His voice, sharp with fear, said, "The entire army... the entire army will break through the east gate! Quickly!"

After speaking, he no longer cared about the dignity of a commander. He pushed aside the personal guards beside him and scrambled towards his prized horse.

However, just as he mounted the horse, preparing to flee this hell on earth, a cold gaze, as if from the depths of the underworld, pierced through the heavy firelight and the chaotic crowd, locking firmly onto him.

Wei Zhe, having just finished a satisfying massacre, licked his lips.

He noticed the command flag, representing the Han army's main general, moving backward.

He also noticed the fat man in ornate armor, preparing to gallop away.

Found you.

Wei Zhe's gaze, like an invisible arrow, pierced through hundreds of paces and locked onto the fleeing, richly-clad fatty who was hastily mounting his horse.

The command flag on his person, his luxurious armor – everything proclaimed his identity.

Bao Yuan!

"Trying to run?"

Wei Zhe's voice was soft, as if he were merely talking to himself, yet it carried a playful mockery, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He moved.

The ground beneath his feet cracked open the moment he exerted force!

He transformed into a black afterimage, charging directly towards the command flag!

Blocking his path were the last personal guards of Bao Yuan, over a hundred men. These were the true elites of the Han army. Seeing their commander about to flee and the god of slaughter charging towards them, they had no choice.

"Form ranks! Protect the General!"

"Stop him! Stop him even if it costs you your lives!"

A guard captain roared hoarsely. He charged forward, sword in hand, his eyes full of suicidal resolve.

They quickly formed a shield wall, dozens of long spears thrusting out from the gaps in the shields, creating a dense forest of steel.

This was the only thing they could do.

Facing this final barrier, Wei Zhe's speed did not slow down in the slightest.

He didn't even bother looking at the spear tips.

"Get out of the way."

He spat out two cold words. The Mo Dao in his hand drew a simple, brutal straight line through the air, slashing down against the spear forest!

Dragon Elephant Force erupted without reservation!

"Clang--!"

A deafening sound!

It wasn't the sound of a blade cutting through wooden shafts, but a heavy thud, like a battering ram hitting a city gate!

The shields and spears in the hands of the first dozen or so Han personal guards were shattered by an invisible, savage force the moment they came into contact with the Mo Dao!

They felt as if they had been rammed head-on by a charging giant elephant.

"Pfft!"

A dozen men spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously. Their chest armor caved in deeply, and their bodies, like kites with broken strings, were sent flying backward, knocking down a large number of their comrades.

Their internal organs had been completely shattered by the overbearing Dragon Elephant Force at the instant of impact!

One strike, the formation broken!

The guard captain's eyes widened as he stared at the caved-in armor on his chest, his face filled with disbelief. He hadn't even seen the opponent's blade clearly before he died.

This final line of defense, composed of Han elites, was as fragile as paper before Wei Zhe.

"Devil! Devil!"

The psychological defenses of the guards completely collapsed.

They watched the black-armored god of slaughter walk over their fallen comrades, their weapons trembling in their hands.

Bao Yuan, who had already galloped dozens of paces away, couldn't help but look back when he heard the screams behind him.

This glance sent his soul scattering!

What did he see?

He saw his most elite personal guards, over a dozen of them, sent flying by a single strike from that Qin general!

He saw that Qin general lift his head, and across dozens of paces, gaze at him coldly with eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Run faster!"

Bao Yuan was terrified out of his wits. He frantically whipped his steed, wishing it could sprout wings.

As long as he escaped the camp and returned to Yiyang City, he would be safe!

"Stop him! Whoever can stop him will be rewarded with a thousand gold! Enfeoffed as a Ten Thousand Household Marquis!"

He roared hoarsely, attempting to buy himself time to escape with the generous rewards.

However, the remaining personal guards, seeing Wei Zhe approaching as if strolling through a garden, no longer dared to step forward. They exchanged glances, let out an uncoordinated cry, threw down their weapons, and scattered in the opposite direction of Wei Zhe.

Their commander had already fled; why should they risk their lives?

Wei Zhe watched the fleeing figure on horseback, a cruel smile curling the corners of his lips.

Ten Thousand Household Marquis?

Your life is the greatest reward I can bestow.

He stopped, his knees sinking slightly.

The Dragon Elephant Inner Force within his body surged like a raging river towards the meridians in his legs.

The ground beneath his feet could no longer withstand this terrifying power, cracking inch by inch and sinking half a foot!

The next moment.

"BOOM!"

A deafening explosion!

Wei Zhe's figure shot into the sky like a giant boulder hurled by a catapult!

He arced through the air in an astonishing trajectory, covering dozens of paces, soaring over the chaotic crowds and burning tents.

Bao Yuan, who was desperately fleeing, felt the moonlight above him suddenly obscured by a massive shadow.

He instinctively looked up.

Then, he witnessed the most horrifying and desperate sight of his life.