"Damn it!!"
Before the central command tent, Man Potian, Commander of Northern Barbarians, panted as he roared in fury!
That cry of "damn it" was not merely born of concern over tonight's situation. It was also because he had been thoroughly suppressed by Luo Shenhuang herself!
One had to know that he was nearly over thirty years older than Luo Shenhuang. In other words, he had cultivated for thirty more years than she had!
Yet those thirty years of cultivation seemed to have gone straight to the dogs!
Luo Shenhuang, barely past twenty, had not only reached the Grandmaster realm just like him, but her combat strength could even overpower his!
"Old bastard!"
"Tonight is the day you die, and the day your Northern Barbarian Army is destroyed!"
At that moment, Luo Shenhuang shook her blade and shouted coldly, her pressure heavy as a mountain.
This made Man Potian even more furious. "Luo Shenhuang, I have cultivated bitterly for decades. I will not be defeated by you!"
"Hmph, enough nonsense. This strike—will slay you!"
Yet Luo Shenhuang spoke no further. She directly attacked with all her strength, once again stepping through the void and leaping toward Man Potian!
At the same time, the True Qi within her surged forth like mighty rivers, pouring in an instant into the silver blade in her hand!
Moreover, all manner of indescribable artistic intent wrapped around the silver blade, causing its power to rise at a terrifying speed!
"Slash!"
Finally, accompanied by a mighty shout that shook the Northern Barbarian camp, Luo Shenhuang fiercely slashed her silver blade toward Man Potian!
With that slash, the silver blade trembled violently, and the power upon it instantly surged by more than tenfold again. Blade light stretched ten zhang outward!
Beneath the pitch-black night, it resembled a cold yet blazing crescent moon. The surrounding air twisted, and its might seemed capable of collapsing heaven itself!
"Ah!"
Feeling the power of that blade, Man Potian's aged face changed drastically, terror and dread rising from the depths of his being!
He had clearly never expected Luo Shenhuang to unleash such a terrifying strike.
The force pouring down seemed capable of flattening a small mountain!
"Hm?"
"This is the Heaven Collapsing Style of the Three Talents Blade Art!"
At that moment, Ding Hao glanced sideways.
Having cultivated the Three Talents Blade Art as well, he immediately realized that Luo Shenhuang had used its Heaven Collapsing Style!
Compared with himself, who had only cultivated the Man Slaying Style to perfection, the Earth Splitting Style to minor accomplishment, and the Heaven Collapsing Style to entry level—
Luo Shenhuang had clearly long ago cultivated the Heaven Collapsing Style to the major accomplishment realm. Its power was terrifying enough to slay Grandmaster experts of the same realm!
"Ah!"
However, as the Commander of Northern Barbarians, Man Potian clearly had his own trump card!
Before the Heaven Collapsing Style fell, he suddenly leaped into the air and roared!
"Barbarian Blood Boiling!"
In an instant, the blood and vitality within Man Potian's aged body began to boil. Waves of terrifying brute force rose and surged!
And the moment that brute force appeared, Ding Hao was even more astonished!
Because he was far too familiar with that bloodline aura. It was none other than the Primordial Barbarian Bloodline within his own body!
"This old bastard!"
"He really possesses an exceptionally dense Primordial Barbarian Bloodline!"
Ding Hao's eyes immediately lit up.
One had to know—
Although he had previously picked up some Primordial Barbarian Bloodline from those Northern Barbarian generals, none of them had ever displayed the might of their bloodline!
Yet Man Potian could actively stir this bloodline and bolster himself with it. His bloodline was clearly extremely dense. If Ding Hao could pick it up, perhaps it would help him obtain the complete Primordial Barbarian Bloodline!
When that time came, both his combat strength and his trump cards would rise to another level!
"Old bastard, you have to die!"
With that thought, Ding Hao stared fixedly at Man Potian's figure!
He prayed inwardly that Luo Shenhuang could cut Man Potian down with a single slash!
That way, he would have the chance to pick up a massive amount of Primordial Barbarian Bloodline!
A moment later, Luo Shenhuang and Man Potian clashed in midair. The silver blade and black hammer collided heavily, instantly unleashing an incomparably terrifying shockwave of force!
Soldiers within a hundred-meter radius were blown sprawling in every direction, while the earth-shaking blast tore apart many people's eardrums!
The ground all around erupted again and again beneath the overflowing True Qi!
The sight was truly as terrifying and awe-inspiring as the clashes between supreme experts in the martial arts dramas Ding Hao had watched in his previous life.
In the end, accompanied by a violent explosion, smoke and dust surged into the sky, obscuring both Luo Shenhuang and Man Potian!
Until—a muffled groan and a cry of pain rang out!
Both figures fell from the sky and crashed to the ground. Blood sprayed everywhere, mixed even with large chunks of flesh!
Both Northern Barbarian soldiers and Shenhuang soldiers instinctively looked over!
They saw blood at the corner of Luo Shenhuang's lips, her face somewhat pale. The tiger's mouth gripping her silver blade had long since split open, blood pouring out like a fountain!
Her golden armor had also cracked, while the crimson commander's cloak behind her had been shattered to pieces!
Clearly, she had suffered no light injuries in this collision!
Yet the Northern Barbarian soldiers felt no joy at all, because Man Potian, their commander, was in a far more miserable state than Luo Shenhuang!
His blood-stained white hair scattered in the wind, his armor shattered, his Black Gold Hammer broken apart, and his entire body a mangled blur of blood and flesh, as though he had suffered the torture of a thousand cuts.
As for his internal organs, they had long since shifted out of place, and his aura had plunged to rock bottom!
"Both sides were injured?"
"No, Luo Shenhuang clearly won!"
In but an instant, both sides judged the condition of the two commanders. And the quickest to react was—Ding Hao!
Although Luo Shenhuang had failed to kill Man Potian, she had cut him into a severely injured state. This was clearly a heaven-sent opportunity!
Because he was not far from Man Potian. If he could kill Man Potian, not only could he seize the final merit of Slay the General, but he might also pick up a massive amount of Primordial Barbarian Bloodline!
It was killing two birds with one stone—perfect beyond perfection!!
"Kill!"
Thus, Ding Hao immediately charged toward Man Potian!
"Protect Commander Man!"
"Quick, protect Commander Man!"
Before he had gone far, many barbarian soldiers reacted and rushed to block Ding Hao.
But with boundless military merit and a powerful bloodline before him, Ding Hao had already gone all out. With an unstoppable momentum, he forcibly broke through the barbarian soldiers' blockade and became the first to reach Man Potian!
At that moment, Man Potian had only just struggled to rise from the ground, holding merely half of his shattered Black Gold Hammer!
"Old thief, your life is mine!"
Ding Hao was immensely excited as he raised his blade and hacked down at Man Potian!
He knew that if this strike succeeded, he would step onto a bright and open path, never again needing to bear the mountain of prejudice that came with being a death-row convict!
"Damn it, what are you? You think you can take this commander's life?"
Looking at Ding Hao before him, Man Potian suddenly widened his eyes, as large as bronze bells, and terrifying power rose within him once more!
Though that power was far from his peak, under the forceful exertion of his strength, it was still enough to heavily injure or even kill a fierce general like Zhang Dalong!
"Ah!"
"Not good!"
Abruptly—
Ding Hao was horrified. Only then did he realize that his greed for merit had made him rash!
Even severely injured, a Grandmaster was still a starved camel larger than a horse. He was absolutely not someone a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist like Ding Hao could kill!
At that moment—
Ding Hao felt an unprecedented—death crisis!!
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