"Rumble—"
A Mystic Elephant Realm martial artist, even if far inferior to a Martial Saint, had long ceased to be human.
Every clash between the two produced a deafening hum. Across the wilderness, the rain-soaked earth exploded under the shredding force of gang qi, sending clods of dirt with grass still attached flying everywhere.
"Deng Feng!"
Peng Yunheng's Mountain Splitting Great Axe was locked against the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade as they engaged in a pure contest of gang qi. "Everyone in the southeast of the Central Plains says you are incomparably loyal and righteous. How could you willingly follow a mere yellow-mouthed child just to stay alive? It seems you are nothing more than a fame-fishing hypocrite and a coward afraid of death!"
"You old bastard! How dare you insult me?!"
Deng Feng could not defend himself.
No matter what, the reputation of a traitor and surrendered general was already upon his back.
And during this period—
He could neither fight nor reveal himself, had to impersonate someone else, and could not even use a weapon after taking the field. A nameless fire had long been bottled up inside him, and beneath the enemy general's insults, it finally erupted beyond restraint.
Rumble!
The nearly tangible gang qi atop the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade resembled a ferocious tiger, biting down hard on the Mountain Splitting Great Axe as if it meant to snap the axe blade in two.
Peng Yunheng's arms began trembling uncontrollably.
With a furious roar, he used all his strength to drive back the surrendered general of Qing, then fought as he retreated. "Cover me!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
However—
When Peng Yunheng turned around, he discovered that more than half the cavalry at his side had died without him noticing!
Chen Sanshi's bow-drawing arm moved so quickly