Breaking Through to Martial Master

Sheng Huai'an set the war in motion, turning it into a grand meat grinder.

On both sides, people died continuously.

As Xiantian-level powerhouses entered the fray, the battle reached a fever pitch.

Within the Xiongnu army, five Xiantian Martial Artists charged onto the city walls.

The five great powerhouses of the defending army also made their move, blocking the Xiongnu Xiantian powerhouses.

The Houtian Martial Practitioners of the Xiongnu army were naturally dealt with by the defending Colonels.

Sheng Huai'an activated his peerless slaughter mode, rampaging through the Xiongnu soldiers and killing them madly.

Even Martial Master-level powerhouses found it difficult to stop him.

As his strength grew, he killed more and more enemies.

His Slaughter Value reached over three hundred. Without hesitation, Sheng Huai'an spent points to upgrade his cultivation, consuming one hundred and fifty points of Slaughter Value to raise his cultivation to the Martial Practitioner limit.

His strength was now comparable to a Martial Master Great Perfection.

If Houtian Martial Practitioners didn't intervene, no one could stop him.

Name: Sheng Huai'an

Race: Human

Realm: Martial Practitioner Limit (+)

Cultivation Techniques: [Ferocious Ox Strength (Minor Accomplishment)](+) [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)] [Overlord Spear Technique (Beginner)](+)

Strength: 5000 jin

Talent: Silver Archer (+)

Slaughter Value: 167

Seeing that he could use Slaughter Value to improve his cultivation, Sheng Huai'an didn't hesitate and continued to spend points to upgrade.

Name: Sheng Huai'an

Race: Human

Realm: Martial Master Early Stage

Cultivation Techniques: [Ferocious Ox Strength (Minor Accomplishment)] [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)] [Overlord Spear Technique (Beginner)]

Strength: 5800 jin

Talent: Silver Archer

Slaughter Value: 17

After consuming another one hundred and fifty points of Slaughter Value, Sheng Huai'an rapidly broke through to the Martial Master Early Stage.

Upon breaking through to the Martial Master realm, Sheng Huai'an finally felt a sliver of security in this world.

Of course, it was only a sliver, and no more.

With his cultivation breakthrough and a surge in strength, Sheng Huai'an charged into the Xiongnu enemy ranks with his saber.

He was like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, the Blood Fiend Saber Technique in his hands was perfected, continuously reaping the lives of Xiongnu soldiers.

Dozens of Xiongnu soldiers surrounded him, attempting to kill him, but he cut them all down.

"Fall back, I'll deal with him!" A muscular brute stepped out from the Xiongnu soldiers.

"Centurion!"

The Xiongnu soldiers retreated, clearing the space.

"With the Centurion intervening, this person is surely dead."

"The Centurion is just one step away from breaking through to the Houtian realm. A Martial Master Great Perfection can easily kill this Wei dog."

"Kill him! This person has killed so many of our people."

The Xiongnu soldiers shouted.

Hutuhao held his long saber, his gaze sharp as he stared at Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an's battle robe was now soaked red with blood, stained with the blood of Xiongnu soldiers.

Hutuhao looked at Sheng Huai'an, feeling a hint of danger from this young Wei man.

Clearly, the aura emanating from the opponent was only that of a Martial Master Early Stage.

"Kill!!"

Hutuhao brandished his long saber and charged at Sheng Huai'an.

Seeing the opponent's surging Blood Essence, like a ferocious wolf, Sheng Huai'an unleashed his own Blood Essence without reservation, filling the air with fiendish energy.

He raised his saber, the Blood Fiend Saber Technique executed with masterful skill. Every move and every stance was full of unpredictable changes and sharp killing intent.

The two battled, instantly exchanging dozens of blows.

Hutuhao's expression shifted slightly, the hand gripping his saber trembling a little.

The opponent's strength was even greater than his own. Despite being two minor realms lower in cultivation, their actual power was superior.

Could it be innate divine strength?

And that terrifying saber technique, the killing intent was exceptionally heavy, the sharp saber momentum pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

"Chii!!"

After fighting for over a hundred exchanges, Sheng Huai'an severed Hutuhao's left arm with a saber strike.

"Ah…"

With his left arm severed, blood flowed like water. Hutuhao's face turned pale, wracked with pain.

The Xiongnu soldiers around them looked at Sheng Huai'an with eyes filled with fear.

The Centurion, a Martial Master at Great Perfection, was not the opponent's match. Could they possibly resist?

"Swoosh!!"

Sheng Huai'an decapitated Hutuhao with a saber strike. He himself was also injured.

Hutuhao's desperate counterattack, a final strike filled with hatred, left a wound on Sheng Huai'an's abdomen.

Slaying an enemy at Martial Master Great Perfection was not an easy feat, and Sheng Huai'an's Blood Essence was greatly depleted.

He took a healing Pill from his embrace, stopping the bleeding from his wound.

He preferred crushing victories; battles that were almost evenly matched were truly exhausting.

For Martial Disciples or Martial Practitioners, he could kill them with a single strike. How simple was that?

"But the stronger they are, the more Slaughter Value I gain!" Sheng Huai'an felt gratified. Killing an enemy at Martial Master Great Perfection yielded twenty-five points of Slaughter Value.

After killing Hutuhao, there were no more Xiongnu powerhouses around him. They were all Xiongnu soldiers at the Martial Disciple realm, with very few at the Martial Practitioner realm.

"Kill!!"

Sheng Huai'an's entire body was enveloped in Blood Fiend energy, like a peerless god of slaughter. The surrounding Xiongnu soldiers could not withstand a single saber strike from him.

Soon, the Xiongnu soldiers on this section of the city wall were all wiped out.

The ground was piled high with corpses, and blood stained the city wall's floor tiles a deep red.

War was only about life and death!

Cold and iron-blooded!

Seeing Sheng Huai'an's rampage, the defending soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

The more Sheng Huai'an killed, the fewer enemy soldiers they had to face.

"Clang!!"

Sheng Huai'an was repelled by a saber strike, his arm going numb. He steadied himself and looked at the opponent. Huyan Ting's eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Fall back, he's not someone you can handle." Colonel Lin stepped in front of Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an nodded and turned to deal with other Xiongnu soldiers. This person gave him an extremely dangerous feeling; he was undoubtedly a Houtian Martial Artist, and a strong one at that, not someone he could handle at the moment.

"Those who dare to block me, die!" Huyan Ting's cold gaze fell upon Colonel Lin as he attacked.

"Come and try, let's see who dies first!" Colonel Lin drew his saber and engaged Huyan Ting.

Both were Houtian Martial Artists, and they engaged in a fierce battle. Those around them quickly made way, clearing space for the two to fight.

In the sky, three Grandmasters were still locked in combat, their might terrifying like an abyss.

Fortunately, the battlefield was in the sky. If it were on the ground, the land would likely have already been shattered.

Yang Ye, wielding the Overlord Spear Technique, forced the two Xiongnu Grandmasters to join forces in defense, his might unparalleled.

He alone could hold back an army of thousands.

If not for him guarding Anning Pass, the entire pass would have long ago been trampled by the Xiongnu cavalry.

After a prolonged battle, the two Xiongnu Grandmasters still could not overcome Yang Ye and were forced to retreat.

Watching the two Xiongnu Grandmasters retreat, Yang Ye turned and flew back to the top of the city tower. He stood there, his blood-red battle robe fluttering, golden armor gleaming, exceptionally dazzling.

His aura was like a mountain, guarding the place, an insurmountable barrier for any army!

Yang Ye was the stabilizing force of Anning Pass.

Within the Xiongnu army.

The Left Virtuous King was both angry and helpless seeing the two Grandmasters return without success.

That Yang Ye was outrageously strong, fighting two opponents at once and not yielding an inch.

Either they kill Yang Ye and crush the pass with overwhelming force, or they break through the pass and force Yang Ye to retreat. Otherwise, taking Anning Pass would be extremely difficult.

The battle continued until dusk. The Xiongnu army still could not capture the city wall and break through the pass. Leaving behind thousands of corpses, they could only retreat.

On the city wall, the defending soldiers did not show any joy at repelling the enemy.

The first battalion was left with less than three hundred soldiers. One could only imagine how brutal the war had been.

The defenders of Anning Pass had already lost more than half their strength. From the Colonels down to the Generals, no one was happy; they were all filled with worry.

If this continued, the soldiers of Anning Pass would be depleted within ten days.

Sheng Huai'an looked at the ground covered with corpses. These were his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him, but now they were cold bodies.

These soldiers also had families, loved ones, people waiting for them to return.

Behind them, how many families were there?!

They were also human. They missed their families, they missed the woman of their dreams.

But facing the enemy, they had not retreated a single step. They were also passionate men.

"Do not speak of enfeoffment, lest you hear that a general's success is built on ten thousand bones!"

This was war!

He trudged down the city wall with heavy steps.

His battle robe was torn, his armor was covered in saber marks, his hair was disheveled, and his face was smeared with blood.

"Do not speak of enfeoffment, lest you hear that a general's success is built on ten thousand bones!" Colonel Lin watched Sheng Huai'an's retreating back.

"A fine verse. This young man has remarkable literary talent. I heard he was a scholar before."

He looked at the corpses on the ground, both enemies and his own fallen soldiers.

His fifth battalion was now left with just over two hundred wounded and disabled. The casualties were nearly ninety percent.

These were not cold numbers, but living, breathing lives.

Colonel Lin fell silent. Was this Sheng Huai'an's realization?

Truly, "Do not speak of enfeoffment, lest you hear that a general's success is built on ten thousand bones!"

With a single line of poetry, the brutality of war had been vividly described.