Slash

When the difference in strength is not so great that it is impossible to fight back, a slight difference in intelligence can be fatal.

Xu Yuan, Li Qingyan, and even the more than ten thousand Beifeng White Armor soldiers arrayed below the city, all knew that they had no reinforcements.

Faced with the godlike power of the saint, they could only gamble everything for a sliver of hope.

But Chi Feng was unaware of this.

Li Qingyan's act of immediately ordering her soldiers to take medicine upon meeting him might be seen by Chi Feng as a desperate act of desperation, but it could also be interpreted as an attempt to buy time. He didn't know if the main force of the Beifeng Army would suddenly appear on the horizon, if the Great Yan military god would march south alone in his saintly form, or if Li Qingyan's desperate gamble with the tens of thousands of Beifeng White Armor soldiers could expose his concealment and kill him with a single blow.

Upon first entering the realm of the sages, Chi Feng was unfamiliar with many things.

Reason told him he had to leave, but he couldn't.

The Holy City is a paradise that their Barbarian Tribe built by pooling resources over a century.

Here, his people do not have to worry that their children will die from the biting cold at birth.

Here, his people can cook their food using the fire from the ley lines.

Here, his people can live the life they once dreamed of but could never have.

Even this insignificant desire to survive was mercilessly crushed by the Flame People army below.

The hundreds of snow-covered hills outside the city were the remains of his people.

He wanted revenge; at the very least, he wanted to make those ten thousand Beifeng White Armor and that Great Yan princess die here as a sacrifice for his people!

If Great Yan princess could risk everything and face death, what did he, the king of a powerful clan, have to fear?

Therefore, Chi Feng made his move.

In his eyes, the soldiers' movements as slow as a tortoise crawling as they took the medicine.

With the near-perfect concealment technique of the Sage's Barbarian Mark, he was confident that he could first kill Xu Yuan, and then completely end this decade-long struggle with Wu Yuan before the military might of the army surged.

But all of this was shattered by that blood-stained robe.

Chi Feng couldn't understand why this human man, who was merely Soul Condensation and had obtained Mortal Shedding body through the power of the Strange Ghost, was so troublesome.

How could he, who couldn't use the Dao Domain, break through the concealment technique of the barbarian runes?

But none of that matters anymore.

A colossal piece of black jade stretches across the sky, standing silently like a blood-red moon suspended in the heavens, its energy so profound it is dazzling.

Everything within it is invisible, inaudible, and unknowable.

In the silence, a tattered figure suddenly shot out from the edge of the nearly perfect spherical black jade!

His clothes were tattered and bloodstained, and he was barely breathing, but as he fell, a faint smile played on his lips.

Looking at the giant black jade floating in the sky, Xu Yuan's smile gradually spread.

He hadn't expected that the Barbarian King Barbarian King would still have the ability to counterattack after taking the Nameless Art head-on, but it was precisely this counterattack that made the smile on his lips gradually become more unrestrained.

Because he is still alive.

Xu Yuan never imagined that he could withstand a full-force attack from a sage.

According to what Luo Xiran said, even as Strange Ghost, he would have no chance of survival if faced with a full-force attack from a Saint.

His previous plan was to use the Barbarian King's attack to stimulate the Nameless Art within his body, which was nearing its limit, and then use self-destruction to avoid the opponent's full-force attack containing "intention" before the attack completely hit him.

And now,

After the Nameless Art struck Chi Feng squarely, he also faced Chi Feng's full-force punch, which contained the power of a sage.

However, although his injuries are severe, he is still alive, which means that the Barbarian King's injuries are too serious to kill him.

"Changtian?!"

Standing atop the city wall, Li Qingyan saw the tattered, blood-stained figure. Worry flickered in her crimson eyes, and she instinctively wanted to leap into the air to catch him. But before she could move, she heard his weak yet smiling voice:

"I am Strange Ghost now, don't take me, the Barbarian King is not dead yet."

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Li Qingyan's eyes showed solemnity, and the white light membrane covering the lowered crimson blade gradually shimmered as he shouted in a low voice:

"The entire army is now equipped with the third Strength Qi Pill!"

After saying that,

"Boom!!!!"

The blood-red figure, moving at an invisible speed compared to the Beifeng White Armor below, smashed through the thick and sturdy walls of the Barbarian Tribe Holy City, creating a cloud of dust and snow that Sun Veil out the sky.

As the snow fog and smoke rose and glowed brightly...

A beam of light shone from the city wall, illuminating most of the Barbarian Tribe Holy City city. As the hurricane raged, the smoke and snow were gradually blown away, turning into streaks and beams that spread and disappeared into the barbarian city.

However, everything below was swallowed up as if it had encountered a black hole when it came into contact with the giant black jade floating in the sky.

Its surface remains as deep as ink, as if it will continue indefinitely.

At that moment, everyone's breathing subconsciously slowed down.

They are all waiting.

When the giant black jade disappeared, revealing the figure of the Barbarian King within,

And the desperate blade at her fingertips.

One breath

Two breaths,

Five breaths

Suddenly, a change occurred, like a black hole collapsing, the giant black jade in the sky abruptly contracted inward.

Its disappearance was as abrupt as its appearance.

After the black jade disappeared, a burly figure with visible white bones was also revealed.

The tough horn armor and the dark blue barbarian patterns tattooed all over the body were nowhere to be seen; all that remained was a tattered body held together by muscle groups with difficulty.

Chi Feng did not die, but his burly body rotted away.

Black blood gushed down his body, and the blood of the saint dripping onto the ground directly corroded and penetrated the stone slabs on the surface of the barbarian city.

But in contrast to Chi Feng's broken body were his pair of deep blue eyes.

It remained as still as death, showing no sign of panic.

He stood in the void, looking down at everything below.

Like a king.

Just as when they first marched south, they received the worship of the million people here.

final,

Chi Feng's calm gaze fixed on the red-clad figure atop the city wall.

Bang!!!

The city wall beneath their feet collapsed with a deafening roar; the woman in red, her blood-red robes blurring into a fleeting shadow, her voice clear and melodious:

"Chi Feng, you can escape, but I will still kill you."

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A desperate, all-or-nothing strike.

Looking down at the red-clad figure, Chi Feng's bloodied and mangled lips suddenly curled into a smile.

The aura of a sage spread outwards from him, and a dark blue light membrane, resembling armor, covered his surroundings.

Upon closer inspection, these light films are all composed of countless halos that surround the entire body.

His voice was powerful:

"Since you, Wu Yuan, have so sincerely invited me, what have I to fear? Come on."

Everything around became very quiet.

The Blood-robed Man lying in the pit had droopy eyelids and looked wearily at the sky.

As Li Qingyan's figure streaked through the air like a white starlight, the white kite phantom formed by the military formation also slid across the void from the ground.

A deep blue and a white glow.

As the Barbarian Tribe king drew ever closer, a deep killing intent gradually welled up in Li Qingyan's eyes, which had been as indifferent as snow.

With a flick of her wrist, the blade swept back, and the snow-white membrane covering the blade instantly flared with a hint of flame.

The giant white kite phantom that was hurtling through the air also changed at this moment.

A fiery red emanated from its sharp beak, spreading along the thousands of white lines of light towards its body.

Scorching flames erupted from the white kite's illusory form.

Born from fire, the white kite transforms into a phoenix, and the magnificent phoenix streaks across the night sky, its light illuminating half the horizon!

Hundreds of feet in an instant, the blade trailing sparks drew a beautiful arc across the cold night sky.

Under the pressure of this critical moment, even Xu Yuan, who was lying paralyzed in the pit, couldn't help but show a hint of tension in his eyes.

Li Qingyan stayed behind because of her sense of righteousness and for the thousands of loyal soldiers under her command.

But he risked staying only for her.

As if sensing his racing heartbeat, Luo Xiran's voice suddenly resounded in his heart:

"She actually trusts you a lot, you unreliable kid, so in situations like this, you can try to trust her too."

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Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with an ambiguous emotion, then the corners of his lips slightly curved upwards. He did not reply, but simply gazed quietly at the red-clad figure in the sky.

A chilling blue aura clashed with flames in the sky.

Tearing through the void, Li Qingyan arrived before Chi Feng.

The moment the blade clashed with the fist, space trembled, and an invisible shockwave swept directly toward the ground.

Countless buildings within the Barbarian Tribe Holy City were directly shaken and collapsed, and the dust from the collapsed buildings was pushed far away by the visible shockwave before it could even rise.

There were no techniques or Method Formula.

A battle between martial arts practitioners, a head-on clash of absolute power.

Even so, Li Qingyan's blade, still trailing terrifying flames, pierced through the armor-like dark blue light membrane surrounding Chi Feng without any hindrance.

With a flick of the blade, a swift slash cut straight down Chi Feng's arm, cleaving through his tough muscles and heading straight for his head!

Although Xu Yuan's Nameless Art, lacking 'intention,' could not harm the Barbarian King's essence, its pure and extremely powerful energy still severely injured the Barbarian King.

Just as the blade plunged straight in, so fast it seemed to pierce through space, and just as it was about to behead Chi Feng...

Buzz!

Upon seeing this, Chi Feng Feng's smile turned bloodthirsty, and his other arm, which had been restored after breaking through to the Saint level, suddenly smashed towards Li Qingyan's head!

Even when a saint is newly ascended to sainthood and severely injured, the power they unleash, disregarding death, can still be earth-shattering.

"Wu Yuan, if it's a desperate gamble, so it is. I will too."

"Is that so?"

Looking at the magnified, rotting fist wind before her eyes, Li Qingyan's voice was clear and melodious, her reply neither cold nor indifferent, her eyes showing no hesitation whatsoever.

She didn't retreat, nor did she dodge in the slightest; instead, she gripped the hilt of the knife and accelerated once more.

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All was silent at that moment.

Suddenly,

"Boom--"

Red flames rose above the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, phoenix flames soared into the sky, filling the heavens.

Beneath this sky filled with boiling flames,

The thousands of Beifeng White Armor standing in front of the city all coughed up a mouthful of blood, and those with weak cultivation even fainted with pale faces.

This scene was not limited to the rank-and-file soldiers; even highly skilled officers were unable to stand steadily due to the backlash from the military formation.

However, compared to the rank-and-file soldiers, the officers and soldiers of Beifeng were well aware of what this scene represented.

There are two types of military formation collapse.

One approach is bottom-up.

The military formation is connected by the resonance of the Source Qi. The death of every soldier on the battlefield will be reflected on the commander. If a large number of soldiers die in a short period of time, this backlash will directly cause the commander to be seriously injured and unable to maintain the formation.

The other approach is top-down.

The commander-in-chief is beheaded by the enemy. As the absolute core of the military formation, once the commander-in-chief, the linchpin that maintains the military formation, disappears, the connection brought by the resonance of the Source Qi will directly cause the soldiers to suffer backlash and injury.

What is happening now is clearly the latter.

Looking up at the firelight that illuminated the entire sky, the officers and soldiers of Beifeng felt a chill run down their spines.

Your Highness, she...

In thought,

A figure in red armor silently fell from the sky, holding a crimson blade in one hand and a severed head in the other.

The highly skilled officer, with his exceptional eyesight, instantly revealed an irrepressible excitement the moment he saw the head:

"That's... the Barbarian King's head?"

"Your Highness won?"

"The Barbarian King has been killed?!"

"Your Highness has beheaded the Barbarian King! Supply taverns and army doctors, prepare medicine immediately!"

"Bai Jiaqi, you remember what you said? Order me two!"

"Get lost, haha, you can still move? Look at the brothers over there."

As excited shouts echoed through the shattered army formation, even though most of them were seriously injured, and even though the side effects of the three Strength Qi Pill would make them wish they were dead, at this moment, the faces of these Beifeng White Armor were filled with genuine smiles and excitement.

The Barbarian King, he's the Barbarian King.

Under His Highness's command, they slayed the sanctified Barbarian King with three battalions that were not even at full strength!

Amidst the excitement, a voice tinged with doubt rang out, instantly silencing the gradually boiling military train:

"No, no, where is the Barbarian King's body?"

Yes, there is no body.

Although the Barbarian King's head was held in Prince Wu Yuan's hand and fell to the ground, if the Barbarian King had truly been killed, his body should have fallen as well.

In the silence,

The flames in the sky vanished, revealing the headless, burly body.

As chaos spread, a blood-red figure suddenly rose into the air from within the Barbarian Tribe Holy City.

Under the silent gaze of thousands of white-armored warriors, he gently caught her as she fell.

Then, a voice carrying a hint of tired laughter spread out:

"Can't you people trust your prince like I do?"

"The Barbarian King is dead."

Having said that, Xu Yuan stopped paying attention to the excited soldiers.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the soft, delicate body of the woman in his arms.

After a moment of eye contact, he asked softly:

"How are you? Are your injuries serious?"

Li Qingyan glanced at him listlessly:

"Hmm, it should be a bit heavier than you, a Strange Ghost, after all, it's a Saint."

A smile flashed in Xu Yuan's eyes as he leaned close to her ear:

So you're saying you can't defy me now?

"Virtue."

With a soft, reproachful sound, Li Qingyan looked at him, a smile playing on her rosy lips, her breath sweet Ru Lan.

"You've done well. Whatever you want to do, once you regain your human form, I'll grant it."