Wolf Fang's Saber (Part 1)

Under the blazing sun, the Wind and Rain Pass outside Fengyu Pass reeked of blood. The moat Wind and Rain Pass was already stained crimson, and the ground Wind and Rain Pass was also covered in bloodstains, suggesting the fierce battle that had taken place there.

Outside the Wind and Rain Pass, inside the Ming Army camp.

Old General Wang and Hong Zhu were in the command camp, deeply troubled. Their initial speed had indeed been rapid; when they reached Wind and Rain Pass, only the original 80,000 cavalry remained (20,000 had died during the siege). At that moment, the two immediately decided to attack the city. The Yuan Mongolia cavalry inside Wind and Rain Pass were well aware of the formidable strength of the million-strong Ming army outside.

They did not engage in battle; all they did was hold their ground. Relying on the perilous terrain of Wind and Rain Pass, the elite of the Yuan Mongolia army bravely resisted the Ming Dynasty's frenzied attacks.

After a day of fierce fighting, reinforcements from Yuan Mongolia tribes arrived one after another, greatly increasing the Yuan Mongolia forces. Old General Wang, who knew the Yuan Mongolia army well, had already built defensive fortifications at Wind and Rain Pass. Upon seeing the Yuan Mongolia's strength increase, he immediately retreated behind the fortifications, preparing to rely on defense to prevent the Yuan Mongolia from advancing into the interior.

Old General Wang's tactics were correct, maintaining a 1:2 ratio of deaths in defense to offense, which was of course due to the strength of the Yuan Mongolia.

"Hong Zhu, isn't it a disgrace to our Ming Dynasty to just cower here like this?" Old General Wang asked Hong Zhu with a smile.

Hong Zhu was about 1.73 meters tall, slightly overweight, and didn't like to communicate with people. He was the kind of person who would easily blend into a crowd and disappear. However, the strategies he used in battle, though seemingly naive, were often surprisingly effective, which was why he was able to become a general.

Hearing Old General Wang's words, Hong Zhu smiled slightly and said, "Hmm... Marshal, you are too modest. Our purpose in coming here is first to stop the Yuan Mongolia from entering the interior. The second is to capture Wind and Rain Pass. Right now, the Yuan -Yuan Mongolia's strength is about equal to ours, and their attack power is on average slightly stronger than ours. If we were to attack the city again, it would be suicide. For a fortified city like Wind and Rain Pass, the death toll during an attack would be at least five times that of the defending troops."

Hong Zhu took a deep breath and continued, "Even now, our defensive fortifications can inflict twice the casualties on the Yuan Mongolia, which shows that defense is far simpler than siege. What we need to do now is to prevent the Yuan Mongolia from getting in."

Old General Wang smiled and nodded. He was very satisfied with Hong Zhu: meticulous, cautious, and exceptionally resourceful. The only thing that disappointed Old General Wang was Hong Zhu's extreme taciturnity. He kept everything to himself; perhaps this was the reason for his meticulousness.

"Toot—" The horn sounded.

Old General Wang and Hong Zhu exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile wryly, "These Yuan Mongolia really aren't afraid of death; they're going to attack again." The two immediately left the tent.

"Warriors of the Ge'er Tribe, now is your chance to make a name for yourselves! Charge!" A Yuan Mongolia warrior, who was extremely thin but had eyes like a hawk, shouted loudly, channeling his inner strength.

"Oh~~~~~~~" A large group of Yuan Mongolia warriors roared, brandishing their scimitars, and charged towards the Ming Army.

Hong Zhu suddenly frowned and said, "Marshal, these are warriors of the Ge'er Tribe. The Ge'er Tribe is the first tribe of the Yuan Mongolia Dynasty, and their warriors are the strongest in attack. I estimate that the defense will be very difficult this time."

Old General Wang nodded and said, "Hmm... You're right, but don't worry about that. I've arranged for a lot of people to defend against it, and they've been divided into several echelons."

"My lords, are you confident in our defense this time?" A clear and melodious voice rang out, as clear and pleasant as the song of a lark.

Hong Zhu and Old General Wang immediately turned to look at the valiant princess before them. Old General Wang smiled and said, "Princess, don't worry, we are very confident."

Leyue didn't say anything, but watched the Yuan Mongolia and Ming Army attacking each other. It was obvious that the Yuan Mongolia was very arrogant and imposing, while the Ming Army could only cower in their fortifications.

Old General Wang's face also became extremely solemn: the strength of this batch of Yuan Mongolia was too formidable, and they had actually forced the defending Yuan Mongolia to retreat into their huts.

"Brother Lang Feng, would you please go and help them?" Leyue said to Lang Feng beside her in a coquettish tone.

A smile immediately appeared on Lang Feng's face; he would unconditionally agree to any request Leyue made. Old General Wang and Hong Zhu, standing nearby, beamed with joy upon seeing Lang Feng about to engage in battle. Lang Feng's formidable attack power had already been fully demonstrated several days prior.

One man killed five thousand people without sustaining a single injury. This feat speaks for itself.

"Leyue, don't wander off here, I'm off!" Lang Feng smiled and immediately rushed forward. Leyue watched Lang Feng's back, feeling a faint sense of security. "If only he were my real older brother!" Leyue pouted to herself. Whenever she saw Lang Feng's concerned gaze, Leyue felt like he was her older brother.

Lang Feng looked at the large number of Yuan Mongolia warriors in front of him, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

"Buzz—"

With a clang, a simple horse -Cleaver Saber appeared in Lang Feng's hand. Lang Feng gently stroked the blade: This saber was made for him by Zhang Xingfeng Lang Feng the Mysterious Sky Stone. At that time, Lang Feng's skill had not yet reached the Golden Core Stage, so this Cleaver Saber was the perfect choice for him.

Facing these Yuan Mongolia now, using the Azure Blood (a name Lang Feng himself gave it) that he Human-Weapon Dual Cultivation within him was not worthwhile. This Cleaver Saber made of the Mysterious Sky Stone, however, was quite excellent.

Lang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Call!"

Afterimage!

A blur of motion flickered repeatedly within the ranks of the Yuan Mongolia warriors, each blur carrying a flash of blade, each flash drawing blood.

Chaos immediately broke out within the ranks of the Yuan Mongolia warriors. Their attack formation began to crumble.

A Yuan Mongolia man who looked like an officer roared, "Don't panic! He's all alone!" As he spoke, the officer flashed toward Lang Feng. Judging from the officer's Movement Method, it was clear that he was a top-notch expert.

"A blood-red handprint!" Lang Feng's eyes widened slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. He knew a little about the handprints of the Esoteric Sect Lang Feng. The highest level he knew of— the Nascent Soul realm—could produce transparent handprints. The Divine Realm could produce black handprints. The Heavenly Realm could produce blood-red handprints with a faint black tinge. First-rank masters produced vibrant blood-red handprints.

It's obvious that the person in front of us is a first-rank master or even higher, and it's possible that he's holding back his strength.

"The first move of the Slayer Saber Art: Saber - Cleave - Mount Hua!"

Lang Feng roared, his body suddenly rising to a great height before plummeting down, his Cleaver Saber slashing towards the Yuan Mongolia officer with a fierce Blade Aura.

"Hmph!" The Yuan Mongolia officer seemed to have seen through Lang Feng's power. He suddenly let out a cold snort, his figure shifting and becoming indistinct, making it impossible to tell which was his true form. He easily broke through the move.

Lang Feng changed his slash into a horizontal strike, and roared, "The third move of the Slayer Saber Art: Earthly Hell of Ten Thousand Calamities!"

The "Hell's Ten Thousand Tribulations" technique displayed immense power in Lang Feng's hands, with wave after wave of blades seemingly endlessly crashing against the Yuan Mongolia officers.

The Yuan Mongolia officer was filled with fear as he watched the endless waves of attacks, one after another. His confidence waned, but as a top expert, he knew he could not give up. If he gave up, there would be only one outcome—death!

"The Essence Blood!" The Yuan Mongolia officer's face revealed a ruthless glint as he roared.

Suddenly, the Yuan Mongolia officer's hands turned crimson, as if blood were flowing from them. As Yuan Mongolia officer's fingers moved, his hands grew increasingly red.

"Pfft!" The Yuan Mongolia officer suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a much thicker, darker Blood Hand Seal appeared on both hands, and most importantly, it had turned a faint black color. The blood from the Yuan Mongolia officer's mouth fell onto the Blood Hand Seal.

The Blood Hand Seal immediately shone brightly, and for a moment, the area within a hundred meters was enveloped in red light. Lang Feng's expression was solemn, and he did not notice that the Yuan Mongolia officer had already retreated.

Lang Feng wanted to retreat, but he felt the faint restraint of the Blood Hand Seal on him. Although he could break free from this restraint quickly, by the time he broke free, the Blood Hand Seal would have already attacked.

There's no way to retreat, only to attack!

"The most profound meaning of the Slayer Saber Art —Open—Heaven—and Split—Earth!"

Lightning!

Bright!

The red aura completely disappeared, and everyone around was stunned, their minds seemingly frozen, as if the magnificent scene from just moments ago was still replaying in their minds.

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