Left Prime Minister
On the banks of the Egun River, the Chanyu's army covered the vast river and grassland like a dark cloud. The camps stretched to the sky with military banners, the murderous aura soared to the heavens, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Behind the iron curtain of the camps, in the center of the army camp, in front of the main camp of the king's tent, a square horse racing field, like a reviewing stand, had been set up.
As the pursuing troops returned and regrouped, another batch of captured Northern Expedition soldiers were gathered and escorted to the field. Thousands of soldiers, stripped of their armor and wounded, slumped to the ground, surrounded by armored Hu Barbarians cavalry wielding swords and powerful bows. They were already cold, exhausted, and parched, and several Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, including those at the Divine Transformation stage, were watching from a distance, their auras radiating outwards. They were utterly powerless to resist.
A giant, three zhang tall, bare-chested and tattooed, walked out carrying a large bunch of bamboo poles and a military flag. He threw them into the field and roared in Chinese, "Those who wish to surrender, come and humble yourselves! Like them!"
Then the indifferent soldiers turned their heads and saw several Nascent Soul Stage generals walk out with their heads down, take a bamboo pole from a pile on the ground, break it, and then kneel down outside the large tent with the Tuoqi King's banner standing there, prostrating themselves on the ground.
Then several slaves came out of the royal tent, shaved their heads with curved knives, put hemp ropes around their necks, and led them away like sheep.
Then the giant pointed to the riverbank, "Or be like them!"
Along the riverbank were small hills of the Northern Expedition troops, mass-produced and disposed of. Evil sect demons and unorthodox cultivators were happily collecting materials, selecting the useful ones for cultivation and alchemy, and throwing the useless ones to the various strange beasts around them to devour. Ordinary soldiers were dealt with more simply, simply chopped down, leaving only skulls piled up into mounds of skulls. The officers and colonels fared worse, their skins peeled off, stuffed with straw, and strung on flagpoles to be pecked at by vultures and crows.
"Pah! Huh..." One of the captains had only uttered half a word when an arrow pierced his throat, and he collapsed to the ground coughing up blood.
A tall, heavily armored bodyguard crashed into the crowd, wielding an iron bar to scatter the defeated soldiers. He then used an iron hook to impale the captain, dragging him away in a trail of blood and skinning him alive.
"No rush! One at a time!" the giant roared, brandishing his long sword, pointing at the officials one by one, "You!"
The one being pointed at was also a Nascent Soul Realm general, but the truly powerful Martial God would have died in battle back then. These Nascent Soul Stage Realm cultivators using fake cores were mostly disciples of powerful clans. They had fled for a month but were still captured and brought back. They had long lost their integrity and knelt on the ground, crying and begging.
"I... my family is rich. Please let me write a letter, I beg you, sir, let me save my life..."
The giant, used to this kind of thing, slung his sword over his shoulder and said, "I can redeem you, but I don't want gold or silver. I'll give you swords, armor, cattle, sheep, and cloth—go and beg for mercy!"
"No, don't shave my head! If I become a slave, I'll never be able to return to the Central Plains! I... I can serve the Chanyu! By the way! Aren't you going to wipe out the Shuofang Army? I can feign surrender! I know the weaknesses of their Jiedushi Zhang Ji! I'll be useful to the Chanyu!"
The giant turned his head to look at the royal tent, then nodded. "Then go."
"Thank you, thank you! Thank you, sir!"
But before the general could get up, crying, two soldiers suddenly pounced on him from behind. One bit through his throat, and the other drew his sword and ripped open his abdomen, killing the general on the spot.
"You bastard!"
The giant was furious, drew his sword and slashed, cutting a vassal soldier and his general into four pieces.
The remaining soldier ducked to avoid the blade, then suddenly burst forth with speed, like a whirlwind, rushing straight to the giant's crotch and thrusting his dagger at the groin!
However, the adamantine dagger was blocked as if it had struck an iron plate!
The giant followed up with a kick, sending the vassal soldier flying like a broken water bag.
The soldier, still spitting blood, was grabbed by the neck before he hit the ground. A bald, fat man lifted him into the air, casually ripped off his head, and sucked it out of his mouth and nose.
Five halos of light, mixed with blood, emerged from the mouths and noses of the soldiers. As if their souls had left their bodies, they were sucked into the mouths of the bald, fat man, leaving their entire bodies withered and shriveled like dead wood.
The giant turned his head, immediately placed his hand on his chest, and bowed, exclaiming, "Left Prime Minister!"
"The falcon from Shuofang, infiltrated to find the Chanyu." The bald, fat man threw the desiccated corpse on the ground, then glanced at it and pointed, "That one too."
A boy suddenly darted out from the crowd and ran away at top speed.
"Catch him!" the giant roared.
A hail of arrows rained down from the surrounding cavalry, felling a large number of wounded soldiers. But the young man moved with incredible speed, clearly possessing some special Cultivation Method, dodging back and forth, even diving directly under the horses' hooves, and swiftly dashing out of the crowd.
"Get out of the way!" the giant roared as he charged forward, raising his Zanma Knife and slashing horizontally. The blade's energy cleaved through a large section of the fence and deer antlers, killing two cavalrymen who couldn't dodge in time, clearing a clearing.
Although the boy managed to duck to the ground and dodge the attack, he also revealed himself. The giant then leaped and slashed at his neck!
In an instant, a flash of silver light appeared, followed by a soft ding, and then a spray of hot blood drenched the boy's head and face.
He opened his eyes and saw that the giant Hu Barbarians had disappeared—no, he had been sliced in half in mid-air, sword and all, the upper body flying out and the lower body landing in front of him. Hot blood poured down like a torrential rain, drenching the young soldier in a bright red.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
This 'Falcon of Shuofang' had no idea how he survived that blow, but there was no need for him to think about it. Although he was young, he was a veteran of many battles. His body reacted instinctively, rapidly pumping his abdomen, taking three deep breaths, and then leaping up like a rabbit, immediately rushing out of the camp.
To his surprise, no one was chasing him from behind. On the contrary, any foolish Hu Barbarians soldiers who tried to block his way were cut in two by a flash of silver light.
The boy then realized that a master was protecting him in secret. He ran wildly out of the camp and saw a young Daoist priest dressed in black robes, carrying a large gourd on his back, with a thin face. The priest was sitting on a winged tiger with his right hand forming a sword gesture, and was smiling and waving at him.
The boy ran over, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "Please, immortal, inform the Shuofang Army! The Chanyu is not in the camp! If you want to break through, start from here..."
The Daoist waved his hand, jumped off the flying tiger, smiled at him, and said, "I know, Qiongqi is yours. Go and reply to the letter yourself. I'll be there soon."
The boy was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, Qiongqi impatiently grabbed his collar, tossed him behind its back, spread its wings, and soared into the sky.
So Li Fan put his hands behind his back, turned around, and counted the group of people who had appeared at the entrance of the camp.
Two Divine Transformation, twenty Nascent Soul Stage, oh my~~ one life for one, just right.
However, since Li Fan came to challenge alone, not all the experts in the army were gathered. The true form of Tuoqi King was hiding in the camp and did not show himself. The red-robed, bald, fat man, the Left Prime Minister Transformation Stage, probably brought a few shamans and rogue cultivators from his own troops to meet the challenge.
At this moment, the Left Prime Minister stared at Li Fan, his brows furrowed, and asked, "Who are you, Your Excellency?"
Li Fan shook the bundle at his waist. "You're waiting for him, aren't you?"
Upon seeing the head roll out, the Left Prime Minister and the group of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators immediately changed their expressions.
"Right Prime Minister!" "How dare you!" "You're courting death!"
"Alright, alright, stop with the trash talk. If we keep going on like this, it'll never end. Let's get straight to the point!"
Li Fan took out a writing brush from his pocket, dipped it in the bloodstains of the Right Prime Minister on the flag, and wrote as he recited,
"I, Qingyue, a disciple of Ink Bamboo Mountain, have launched a killing spree to kill the Right Prime Minister of the Xianbei Royal Court. All cultivators under the Chanyu of Xianbei are welcome to participate. It will be a fight to the death. This is to inform you, and everyone is welcome to sign up..."
Yeah, mine is even bilingual, isn't that thoughtful enough? Surely there won't be anyone who can't understand it, right? Let's go!
With a wave of his hand, Li Fan caused the banner to blot out the sun and sky, blocking out the heavens and earth.
Seeing that it worked, Li Fan grinned from ear to ear, "Hehehe! Come on! Let's get started, hurry up!"
The Left Prime Minister's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Start a massacre? You come here alone to start a massacre?? You're really asking for death??"
"I'm not looking for death, I'm looking for your horse! Let Daddy love your mother properly!"
Li Fan expressed his blessings in nonsensical language.
"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" "Awooooo!" "Aaaaaah!"
The northern monks expressed their immense joy and immediately accepted the challenge.
After all, you can't buy the Divine Infant Pill from the Immortal Palace in this icy and snowy place. Anyone who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage in this icy and snowy place is not mentally challenged. Knowing that Li Fan is probably not crazy, but has some powerful ability to rely on, everyone present except the Left Prime Minister immediately swarmed forward!
Two towering shaman warriors immediately took the lead, charging forward to fight, followed by three Nascent Soul Stage demons for support, while a treacherous Daoist sneaked around to the rear, and three others hid behind the Left Prime Minister chanting incantations.
'Li Fan was cursed, triggering' <Against Fate>,' but the effect has been resisted.'
'Li Fan was cursed, triggering' <Against Fate>,' but the effect has been resisted.'
' Li Fan was attacked by a primordial spirit technique, and his mood dropped slightly.'
"Wow--hahahaha! Good son, Dad won't be polite!"
Amidst a series of system progress bars indicating "resisted" and "decreased slightly," Li Fan burst into wild laughter, then used a teleportation technique to charge straight at the "invisible assassin."
The other party never expected that Li Fan could discover him. Caught off guard, he was smashed into a pulp by Li Fan's double fists, contributing 200 points to his mood cap.
"Damn it! Trash!" Li Fan roared, unleashing a Black and White Double Dragons attack that split the battlefield, forcing back two shamans. Simultaneously, he struck out with a palm, turning a Nascent Soul Stage beast that had dodged the twin dragon sword storm into minced meat! (Adding another 100 points...)
"Damn it! Trash!" Li Fan roared in fury, then lunged again, his twin claws Ghost Hand, tearing out its brain and heart, and taking another demon head! 100 points...
"Wow, that's so lame!"
Li Fan was enraged! He charged forward with the Twin Dragons of Qiankun, and the last monster was terrified! It spewed out a cloud of demonic fire! However, the demonic fire burned away the Demonic Qi Heavenly Robe, and the fist covered in charcoal punched through the demonic fire, piercing the monster's skull! His emotional limit...
"It's another 100 points! This is outrageous!"
Enraged, Li Fan conjured gauntlets from black ice with his claws and unleashed the Tiger Claw Technique. He didn't dodge or evade the two shaman warriors wielding knives and clubs who attacked from the left and right, engaging in a direct and direct battle of wits! Neither side dodged nor blocked, each fighting their own battle!
These two were indeed elite shaman warriors, powerful and heavy, and their weapons were imbued with a baleful aura. Ordinary generals would probably be no match for them, but they were of little use against Li Fan.
Not to mention that his entire body was covered in ice scales, ordinary weapons had no effect on him when they struck him, and the baleful aura was instead absorbed by the Heavenly Robe.
Li Fan was even more thrilled. He stabbed them in the heart here and lungs there, scooping out their intestines, liver, eyes, and stomach in a chaotic mess. In seven or eight moves, he tore the two apart, howling all the while!
"Ineffective forehand! Weak backhand! Utterly useless! Did you skip a meal? Garbage! Garbage! All garbage!"
'Li Fan triumphs in the battle'
'Current mood limit: 8700'
Okay, those two brave warriors who dared to go toe-to-toe with Li Fan each contributed 500 points, but the rest were all useless, their skills were terrible. It seems that it's best to find friends from the Xuanmen sect to farm points in the Killing Tribulation.
The other three mages were already sweating profusely, their livers trembling and their gall bladders pounding. After all, their spells had been cast several times, yet the opponent hadn't reacted at all, killing six Nascent Soul Stage level cultivators in the blink of an eye. Was this... even human?
The Left Prime Minister's face was also gloomy; it wasn't that he didn't want to take action, but that he dared not.
Indeed, he dared not. Although Li Fan fought wildly, he was actually quite shrewd. The Moon Spirit was always guarding him three feet above his head, hanging there without falling, just to deter and prevent the Left Prime Minister from making a move.
"I mean, you guys are way too weak! Use magic weapons? Use spells? This isn't over yet, is it? No way, no way? I haven't even warmed up yet!"
Li Fan stuffed the two warriors, now broken into pieces, into his sleeves. He glanced at the Left Prime Minister, still focused on the sword pellet, completely oblivious to the blood infant already seeping into his body. Then he looked at the three mages, their faces ashen with fear, trying to turn and flee. He couldn't help but wonder, was this excessive caution—was he really so hesitant to act without a chance? Seeing him slaughter a bunch of underlings and still hesitating, wasn't he being overly cautious?
"What are you all doing? Are there still people in the camp? Shouldn't you call them to come along? Isn't there also Tuoqi King here? Why don't you come out and greet him? So shy... Oh--! Oh oh!"
Li Fan suddenly understood, clapped his hands, and a kind smile slowly appeared on his face, "They're injured, aren't they?"
The Left Prime Minister narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Yue Po, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"That's right, the one who launches the attack is usually the stronger one! It's just that Emei was too weak and got tricked!"
Even someone as strong as Lao Tzu, after fighting a tough battle, how could he possibly recover in a month? Even if the Chanyu powerful, he still has to prepare for a sword duel with his old friend, so how much skill can he possibly use? At most, he can only help you eliminate a few military leaders!
So even if you win, you'll still have a fresh force to maintain your fighting strength...
Li Fan's features contorted, almost bursting into laughter. "They were all transferred away long ago to surround the remnants of the Shuofang Army, weren't they? Now, all that's left in this camp are wounded and dying trash..."
The Left Prime Minister forced a smile and retorted, "Injured? Look at us, which one of us is injured!"
"So you guys are just pure trash?"
The Left Prime Minister, "..."
However, Li Fan was also a little puzzled, wondering what kind of trick the other party was plotting. So he stroked his chin and glanced at the scene in the other party's divine court through the blood infant.
The Left Prime Minister was sweating profusely, sitting on a trembling iron pot, pressing down on the lid, frantically performing rituals to suppress something locked inside.
Then Li Fan understood everything. "Oh~~ You used the Tai Su Dao to defeat the Northern Expedition, huh? Your Dao Heart couldn't hold back, could it? Right! We're on the same path! Hehehe! Don't be afraid, I'll help you, hiss... Chaos Beast Mother, Great Wilderness Void Star, Yellow Heaven Dark Spring!!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, you brat! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Before the Left Prime Minister could even plug his ears, his Dao heart instantly collapsed! In the Divine Court, the iron pot was also instantly torn apart by a bunch of tentacles! They enveloped the Left Prime Minister's primordial spirit, pulling half of his body into the pot!
In reality, the Left Prime Minister also screamed and roared, beginning to swell and deform, probably Right Prime Minister, turning into a demon or something similar?
Of course, Li Fan wouldn't give him that chance.
The Blood Infant pounced, kicking away the Left Prime Minister's spirit's hand that was clinging to the pot wall. The Left Prime Minister's spirit was then dragged into the pot by the tentacles. In reality, the unfortunate man froze, his pupils dilating instantly.
That moment of distraction was enough for Li Fan to kill him hundreds of times over.
However, to be on the safe side, Li Fan's eyes flashed with silver light, and with a quick hand seal, the sword pellet 'Moon Soul' above his head activated the Taiyin Haoguang Sword Technique bolt of silver lightning. With a crackling sound of thunder, it struck down, shattering the Left Prime Minister's skin into eight pieces, leaving it charred black.
Then Li Fan followed the thunderous path, stealthily charging forward. With a swift movement, Ghost Hand ripped out the tentacle-like flesh that was wrapped around the Left Prime Minister's heart. This time, he was more experienced. Before Crimson Eyes could attack automatically, he used his Fiendish Heavenly Robe to gather the flesh, transforming it into a sleeve to wrap and store it.
Of the remaining three mages, two were completely bewildered, their faces filled with fear and despair. They clearly never expected that the dignified Left Prime Minister would be dealt with so easily.
Another person was writhing in Affliction, clutching his ears, spitting blood from his mouth, his stomach bulging, his intestines churning, as if something inside him was trying to burst out.
Li Fan walked forward with a smile, squatted down beside the mage, and whispered in his ear, "Youquan."
"Oooooooooooooooo!" "Bang!"
The mage's head exploded, and a tentacle emerged from his neck to breathe, only to be blasted into pieces by the red light automatically emitted from his Crimson Eyes.
"Tsk tsk, you really have worshipped Youquan. But you can't even suppress your own Dao hearts, dying just from hearing his name is too pathetic, isn't it? Your cultivation is still too shallow..."
Li Fan adjusted his sleeves, gathering the surrounding malevolent energy onto his Daoist robe. He flicked his fingers twice, killing the two useless mages who, although they hadn't cultivated the Tai Su Dao, were essentially in a state of self-isolation. He also recovered 200 points of his maximum mood.
So Li Fan flew into the camp with his hands behind his back, thinking that it was best not to spread the name of the Ancestor everywhere. The Northern Demonic Path was really too weak. He could easily kill a Nascent Divine Transformation, which would be a complete waste of his hard-won Tribulation... What a loss...