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Li Xuancang held his spear and advanced, facing the twelve Barbarian cultivators charging toward him all alone.

"Great Yan scum, die!"

The Barbarians did not take Li Xuancang seriously, and one Barbarian cultivator at the Early Body Tempering Stage led the charge.

He held a bone blade, roaring as he rushed forward. The blade glinted with a cold light, slashing directly toward Li Xuancang's skull.

Seeing this, Li Xuancang felt a surge of joy; the Barbarians were too arrogant, and they had given him an opening.

His eyes were cold, his speed increased, and his figure moved like a ghost as he closed the distance to the Barbarian.

The bone blade descended, but Li Xuancang easily dodged the strike. Before the Barbarian cultivator could react, he flicked his wrist, and the spear in his hand, imbued with terrifying brute force, thrust straight forward.

"Squelch!"

The sharp spearhead met no resistance, piercing straight through the opponent's chest and pinning him firmly to the ground.

One strike, one kill.

This Early Body Tempering Stage Barbarian cultivator didn't even have time to let out a scream before his life was completely extinguished.

Having killed one man in a single move, the expressions of the remaining eleven Barbarian cultivators changed drastically.

"Damn it, kill him!"

Seeing their companion die before their eyes, the remaining Barbarians were consumed by rage and regret.

They could have avoided casualties, but because they had underestimated Li Xuancang, they had paid the price of a comrade. This was a result they found hard to accept.

Although furious, the Barbarians did not lose their reason.

Li Xuancang was able to kill an Early Body Tempering Stage cultivator with one strike; while his companion's carelessness was a factor, Li Xuancang's strength could not be ignored.

A flicker of wariness crossed their eyes, and they no longer dared to show even a hint of contempt.

"Attack together!"

Five Barbarian cultivators at the Mid Body Tempering Stage shouted in unison and launched their assault first.

The five attacked from five different directions simultaneously. The whistling of fists, blades, and sword light converged, sealing off all of Li Xuancang's paths of retreat.

The remaining six Early Body Tempering Stage cultivators followed closely behind, forming a pincer movement. Every strike was vicious and aimed at vital points, intending to use their numerical advantage to execute Li Xuancang quickly.

Li Xuancang was trapped in an all-encompassing siege. The shadows of blades and fists enveloped him, and he was in constant peril.

He dared not hold anything back. His blood surged throughout his body, and he unleashed the full extent of his physical strength.

Every inch of his muscle tightened, and relying on speed and reflexes far beyond the ordinary, he dodged desperately through the gaps in the siege.

"Clang, clang-clang-clang..."

The weapons struck his armor, emitting the crisp sound of metal clashing against metal.

"Ugh!"

The armor blocked most of the damage for him, and even when the enemy occasionally cut his skin, it was only a shallow wound.

His physical body was too strong, and his defense was astonishing.

His skin was as tough as ox hide, his muscles were knotted, and his bones were denser than those of an ordinary man.

His immense defensive power allowed him to withstand the brunt of the onslaught.

However, there were too many Barbarians, and their attacks were relentless. Even with Li Xuancang's incredible stamina, he gradually began to lose ground.

His shoulders and abdomen were slashed one after another, blood soaked his armor, and a burning, searing pain radiated from his wounds.

As the injuries on his body continued to mount, his eyes grew increasingly fierce.

Only by stopping killing with killing and trading wounds for lives could he find a glimmer of hope.

"Ugh!"

Li Xuancang did not dodge or evade, taking a blade from an Early Body Tempering Stage Barbarian as blood gushed from his shoulder.

He swept his spear horizontally, the tip precisely piercing the opponent's throat, killing another.

He was like a mad demon, ignoring his own injuries and focusing only on attacking the Barbarians' vital points.

Fist strikes, spear thrusts, shoulder slams—every blow was delivered with his full strength, a completely suicidal style of combat.

Another Early Body Tempering Stage Barbarian swung his fist. Li Xuancang dodged to the side, letting the heavy blow land on his body, then backhanded his spear to shatter the opponent's neck.

He had killed three in succession, all by trading his own injuries for theirs.

His bloodthirsty, death-defying style terrified the surrounding Barbarians.

The Barbarian assault faltered, and the looks they cast at Li Xuancang were filled with fear.

This was no man; he was a demon crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"This... this..."

The Barbarians stopped in their tracks, and no one dared to strike.

They were all afraid that Li Xuancang would drag them down to hell with him.

"Attack together! He is already heavily wounded and nearing his limit!"

The Barbarian leader at the Mid Body Tempering Stage roared, suppressing the fear of the others and launching another siege.

"Kill!"

The remaining Barbarians swarmed forward, their assault even more violent than before, hoping to take advantage of Li Xuancang's heavy injuries to finish him off.

Li Xuancang's breathing was rapid, the sharp pain from his wounds sweeping through his body, and blood flowed incessantly. His strength was depleting rapidly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not wane, and he gritted his teeth to hold on.

Facing the siege, his mind was taut, and he had to put his full strength into every move.

If not for his immense strength and incredible stamina, he would have been exhausted to death by the enemy long ago.

After a moment of fierce fighting, the Barbarians grew increasingly alarmed.

"How is this possible? How does he still have strength?"

The Barbarians found it hard to believe.

Under their siege, Li Xuancang had remained at his peak from start to finish; it was simply inconceivable.

They had attacked in groups, taking turns to rest, and had all consumed a significant amount of energy, yet Li Xuancang looked as if he hadn't been drained at all, remaining as vigorous as a dragon or tiger. It was something they could not comprehend.

"Squelch!"

Just as the Barbarians were struck with horror, Li Xuancang seized the opportunity and pierced the skull of a Mid Body Tempering Stage Barbarian with his spear.

He held the spear high and slammed it down onto the ground with force.

"Bang!"

The Barbarian's pierced head exploded instantly, blood and brains splattering everywhere.

"Gulp..."

This scene shocked the Barbarians deeply. They swallowed subconsciously, their pupils filled with terror.

It was as if the Li Xuancang before them was not a man, but a vengeful ghost crawled out from the Avici Hell.

The Barbarians were cowed, not daring to advance, their bodies trembling.

Li Xuancang was covered in blood—some his own, some the Barbarians'.

He stood holding his spear, and not a single Barbarian dared to approach.

"Half an hour has passed, everyone, break through!"

At that moment, a soldier shouted loudly.

They had held out for half an hour, completed their mission, and could now break through and escape.

"Whoosh!"

Before the Barbarians could react, Li Xuancang rushed out like a cheetah, reaching Zhao Changlin's battlefield in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!"

His spear struck like a dragon, knocking back a Barbarian attacking Zhao Changlin, and he shouted, "Lord Zhao, run!"

Seeing this, Zhao Changlin was overjoyed and hurriedly followed Li Xuancang to flee the battlefield.

"Don't you run!"

Seeing them leave, the Barbarians were incensed, their eyes splitting with rage as they hurriedly gave chase.

"Big Brother, you run!"

On the battlefield, Wang Daniu and his brother were covered in wounds, trying their best to break through, but they were blocked tightly by the Barbarians and had no chance.

Li Xuancang saw this, and the next moment, he made a shocking move.

Li Xuancang abandoned his best chance to escape, changed his route, and charged toward the Wang brothers.

Li Xuancang's strength was between the Mid and Late Body Tempering Stages, and with his terrifying physical body, he could even fight a Late Body Tempering Stage opponent head-on.

"Squelch!"

"Ah!"

"Ugh!"

"..."

He moved as if in an empty land, quickly carving out a bloody path.

"Brother Wang, you run!"

Having successfully carved out a path to survival for the two, Li Xuancang urged them loudly to leave at once.

"Brother Li, take care of yourself."

The two brothers, who had been prepared to die, saw the path to survival appear and did not hesitate, fleeing quickly.

They knew that staying behind would only drag Li Xuancang down, so they fled at top speed.