Fighting a Houtian Martial Practitioner

Sheng Huai'an's keen sixth sense detected a terrifying danger approaching, causing his hair to stand on end.

He dodged swiftly, narrowly avoiding a saber strike from the Xiongnu Houtian Martial Practitioner, Yitu Lan.

The sharp saber energy left deep gashes in the ground where he had been standing.

If it had hit him, it would have likely cut him in half.

"You despicable Xiongnu, ambushing me like this, you have no shame!" Sheng Huai'an, furious, couldn't help but curse.

At that moment, he completely forgot about the times he himself had ambushed Xiongnu, acting even more shamelessly.

"Wei dog, die!" Yitu Lan didn't engage in a verbal sparring match with Sheng Huai'an and immediately launched a fierce offensive.

The gleaming saber light, carrying a sharp saber intent, slashed down menacingly, as if splitting the void itself. The powerful force was heavy and ferocious.

Sheng Huai'an gripped his battle saber, circulated the true essence within his body, and used all his strength to confront it. He also wanted to gauge the strength of an expert in the Houtian realm.

Yitu Lan's attacks were ruthless and lethally fierce, aimed solely at killing Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an's blood surged, and he frantically circulated the Great Sun Heart Sutra, channeling his blood energy and using the Blood Fiend Saber Technique to fight back.

This was his first time facing a Houtian Martial Practitioner directly.

The opponent's strength was potent and heavy, his physique as sturdy as steel, making him impossible for Sheng Huai'an to cut.

His saber techniques were fast, but they couldn't inflict damage on the opponent.

However, Yitu Lan's ferocious power made Sheng Huai'an's tiger mouth crack.

Their saber edges were sharp, and their saber light was like the wind as they continuously clashed. The people around them dared not approach.

The terrifying saber light continuously left marks on the city walls.

Fortunately, the bricks and stones of the city wall were made of special materials, as hard as iron.

Otherwise, such terrifying power would have undoubtedly shattered the bricks and stones with a single strike.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sound of clashing sabers echoed through the air. Both figures moved with great speed, and in a short while, they had exchanged over a hundred blows.

Sheng Huai'an's tiger mouth was bleeding. Compared to a true Houtian Martial Practitioner, he still had a significant gap.

Yitu Lan was like a ferocious wolf, making him feel an unprecedented sense of pressure.

Sheng Huai'an looked at his battle saber, which was already full of nicks. It might not be long before it was cut down by the opponent.

The surrounding people all avoided the area of their battle, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire and die innocently by the saber.

Seeing that Sheng Huai'an's saber techniques were very fast, Yitu Lan threw a punch, his fist wind powerful, causing the air to ripple.

Sheng Huai'an, seeing this, immediately circulated the Great Sun Heart Sutra's mental method, formed a fist with his left hand, and his fist glowed with golden light, like a sun, directly striking Yitu Lan's fist wind.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunderclap sounded in mid-air, like an explosion of lightning, dull yet powerful, causing hearts to palpitate.

Yitu Lan was extremely surprised. He was certain that Sheng Huai'an was only at the Martial Master Early Stage.

Yet, his strength was not weaker than a Martial Practitioner who had just broken through to the Houtian realm.

Such strength could only be described as an unparalleled prodigy. Even their Xiongnu warriors rarely managed to fight a Houtian realm opponent while being in the Martial Master realm.

Those who could were all one-in-a-million prodigies.

With such a monstrous talent emerging from the Anning Pass defenders, Yitu Lan's killing intent surged.

He was determined to snuff out this martial arts prodigy Sheng Huai'an in his cradle, lest he become a great enemy of the Xiongnu in the future.

With his killing intent ignited, Yitu Lan's blood surged, hot like the scorching sun. He was like a ferocious wolf, charging at Sheng Huai'an.

Yitu Lan's saber light was dazzling, sharp, and vicious. Simultaneously, he attacked with fists and kicks, his body as tough as copper and iron, making Sheng Huai'an's fists and feet ache.

The saber edges and fist shadows all carried the sound of wind and thunder, like a thunderstorm in the air.

This was the terrifying might of a Houtian Martial Practitioner. Once they reached the Xiantian realm, their true essence could leave their bodies, and their destructive power would increase exponentially.

Facing the murderous Yitu Lan, Sheng Huai'an pushed the Great Sun Heart Sutra to its limit. The blood energy within him surged and churned, his true essence flowed like rivers, and his entire being was like a brilliant sun, filled with explosive power.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Their fists collided, and their saber lights continuously clashed, erupting in muffled thuds, like thunder.

The surrounding people were shocked, and even Yang Ye and others on the city wall cast their gazes.

Sheng Huai'an, fighting a Houtian Early Stage Martial Practitioner with his Martial Master Early Stage cultivation, displayed an astonishing and dazzling performance.

What kind of rare martial arts genius could achieve this, fighting a Houtian Early Stage expert while only being in the Martial Master Early Stage?

They fought ferociously. When Sheng Huai'an's fists landed on the opponent, it felt like hitting steel, incredibly hard. Instead, it made his own fists ache.

And taking one of the opponent's punches felt like being hit by a cannonball, his body nearly falling apart.

This was the might of a Houtian Martial Practitioner, who had forged a body as tough as copper and iron, possessed vigorous blood and qi, and had extraordinary strength, far beyond that of a Martial Master realm practitioner.

Fortunately, the Great Sun Heart Sutra was heaven-defying, allowing him to quickly recover from his injuries.

At the same time, his true essence was inexhaustible, which was the confidence he had to fight Yitu Lan.

After the two had fought for over a hundred moves, Sheng Huai'an understood that there was still a gap between him and a true Houtian realm martial practitioner.

Just because his strength was comparable to a Houtian realm martial practitioner didn't mean he could truly contend with one.

It seemed his realm was still too low.

Gradually falling into a disadvantage, Sheng Huai'an began to struggle, and the situation became increasingly precarious. Several times, Sheng Huai'an narrowly dodged Yitu Lan's killing blows.

"Bang!!"

A long spear slashed out, forcing Yitu Lan back.

"Fall back, let me handle him," Zhou Yuan said.

Sheng Huai'an looked at the opponent's attire and recognized him as a captain, likely the captain of the fifteenth battalion.

Sheng Huai'an was very pragmatic and turned to leave without any hesitation.

Indeed, he couldn't deal with Yitu Lan yet. After another hundred moves, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

A wise man knows when to retreat. Once his cultivation improves, he would definitely seek revenge for today's humiliation.

Yitu Lan looked at Zhou Yuan, his gaze sharp as a wolf's. This person was a strong practitioner in the Houtian mid-stage. Seeing Zhou Yuan intervene and allow Sheng Huai'an to escape from his grasp, Yitu Lan felt extremely unwilling.

"Yitu Lan, attack! Let's join forces to kill him." Another Xiongnu martial practitioner in the Houtian realm climbed onto the city wall.

"Kill!"

The two joined forces and charged at Zhou Yuan!

Facing two Xiongnu Houtian realm martial practitioners alone, Zhou Yuan showed no fear, wielding his long spear to engage them.

Sheng Huai'an, having escaped Yitu Lan, turned his attention to the soldiers of the Xiongnu army.

So they're bullying me because my cultivation is low, huh?

Then I'll go back and bully the Xiongnu soldiers with lower cultivation. Once I kill Xiongnu soldiers and gain Slaughter Value to raise my cultivation, I'll come back and fight them again.

With the mindset of "if I can't beat you, I'll kill your subordinates," Sheng Huai'an charged into the Xiongnu army.

"Kill! Seize the city, plunder wealth and women! There are plenty of women in the city!" the Xiongnu army roared, frantically climbing the city wall.

Hearing about women, the Xiongnu soldiers' eyes turned red like famished wolves, eager to storm the city and engage in burning, killing, and looting.

Looking at the shouting Xiongnu, Sheng Huai'an couldn't understand what they were saying, but he found it noisy.

He charged into the Xiongnu army like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, beginning a frenzied slaughter.

Three with one strike, three with one strike, he continuously cut down the Xiongnu army.

"Kill this Wei dog!"

"Kill him."

"He's a demon! He killed so many of our people, kill him."

The Xiongnu soldiers shouted, drawing their sabers and charging at Sheng Huai'an, intending to overwhelm him with their lives.

Seeing the Xiongnu army charging fearlessly, Sheng Huai'an smiled happily, his blood-colored long saber continuously reaping the lives of the Xiongnu soldiers.

Xiongnu experts in the Xiantian realm also mobilized, but they were intercepted by General Who Breaks the Barbarians Sun Hao and others.

The Grandmaster experts in the Xiongnu army did not make a move today.

Seeing that the soldiers were still being held back on the city wall, the Left Virtuous King continued to dispatch troops.

"Send another five thousand soldiers to push forward. Even if it takes time, I will wear down all the Wei troops."

The Left Virtuous King's gaze was icy, as if the Xiongnu soldiers were expendable, and he completely disregarded their lives.

As long as the defenders of Anning Pass were worn down, it would be worth it.

"Yes, Great King!"

His subordinates continued to send troops into battle. The Xiongnu tribes were numerous, and their available men were countless. Losing some was completely insignificant to them.

As the ruling aristocratic class of the Xiongnu, the status of ordinary Xiongnu tribesmen was not high; they were essentially their dependents.

During wartime, they were soldiers; in peacetime, they herded livestock for the nobles.

Another five thousand Xiongnu troops joined the siege, greatly increasing the pressure on the defenders on the city wall.

"Deploy two more battalions to defend the city wall!" Yang Ye immediately ordered.

The Xiongnu army's offensive was becoming increasingly fierce. If two more battalions were not deployed, they might not be able to withstand the Xiongnu army's onslaught.