Battle Against a Houtian Warrior

Sheng Huai'an's keen sixth sense felt a terrifying danger rushing toward him, making every hair on his body stand on end.

He darted aside, narrowly avoiding the saber Yitu Lan had slashed at him.

The sharp blade light carved a deep slash into the ground where he had stood.

Had it struck him, it would likely have cleaved him in two.

"You despicable Huns, resorting to a sneak attack? You're damn shameless!" Furious, Sheng Huai'an could not help cursing loudly.

At that moment, he had completely forgotten that when he had ambushed Huns before, he had been even more shameless than this.

"Wei dog, die!" Yitu Lan did not trade insults with Sheng Huai'an and directly launched a fierce offensive.

Dazzling saber light came slashing down with sharp saber intent, seeming ready to split even the air itself apart. Its power was heavy and vicious.

Sheng Huai'an gripped his saber tightly, circulated the true essence within him, and unleashed all his strength to resist. He also wanted to weigh the strength of a Houtian realm expert.

Every move Yitu Lan made was ruthless and savage, all of them aimed at killing Sheng Huai'an.

Sheng Huai'an's blood and qi boiled as he frantically circulated the Great Sun Heart Sutra, driving the power of his blood and qi throughout his body as he used the Blood Fiend Saber Technique against him.

This was his first time facing a Houtian warrior head-on.

His opponent's power was strong and heavy, and his body was as tough as steel. Sheng Huai'an could not cut through him at all.

His saber technique was swift, yet it was difficult for him to inflict any injury on his opponent.

Yet Yitu Lan's berserk strength shook Sheng Huai'an's tiger's mouth until it split open.

Their blades were razor-sharp, their saber light whipping like the wind. No one around them dared approach their battlefield.

That terrifying saber light continually left slash marks across the city wall.

Fortunately, the wall's bricks and stone were built from special materials, as hard as iron.

Otherwise, with such terrifying power, shattering bricks and stone in a single strike would have been no surprise.

Clang!

Clang!

Only the sound of sabers colliding rang through the air. Both men moved with great speed, and in a short while, they had exchanged over a hundred moves.

Blood dripped from Sheng Huai'an's tiger's mouth. Compared to a true Houtian warrior, he still had quite a considerable gap to make up.

Yitu Lan was like a savage wolf, making him feel an unprecedented pressure.

Sheng Huai'an looked at the saber in his hand. It was already covered in chips, and perhaps before long, it would be cut in two by his opponent.

The people around them hurried away from the two men's battlefield, afraid of being caught up in it and dying under their blades for nothing.

Seeing how fast Sheng Huai'an's saber technique was, Yitu Lan threw a punch. The force of his fist was hard and fierce, stirring even the air.

Seeing this, Sheng Huai'an immediately circulated the Great Sun Heart Sutra. He clenched his left hand into a fist, golden light blooming between his fingers like a blazing sun as it smashed straight into Yitu Lan's fist wind.

Boom!

A muffled thunderclap rang out in midair, like thunder exploding. It was heavy and forceful, making hearts tremble.

Yitu Lan was utterly astonished. He was certain that Sheng Huai'an was only at Martial Master Early Stage.

Yet his overall strength was no weaker than that of a warrior who had just broken through to the Houtian realm.

Such strength could only be called the mark of a peerless prodigy. Even among their Hun warriors, few could fight a Houtian warrior while still at the Martial Master realm.

Every one of those was a genius found only once in ten thousand.

For such a monstrous figure to emerge among Anning Pass's defenders, Yitu Lan's killing intent surged.

He swore to kill Sheng Huai'an, this monstrous martial talent, in the cradle. Otherwise, this man would surely become a great enemy of the Huns in the future.

With killing intent surging, Yitu Lan's blood and qi roiled, blazing like a scorching sun. His entire body was like a savage wolf as he charged at Sheng Huai'an.

Yitu Lan's saber light was resplendent, sharp, and ruthless. At the same time, he attacked with fists and kicks, his body like copper skin and iron bones, striking Sheng Huai'an until his limbs ached.

Blade edges and fist shadows all carried the roar of wind and thunder, turning the air into a thunderstorm.

This was the terrifying might of a Houtian warrior. Once one reached the Innate realm, true qi could leave the body, and destructive power would multiply several times over.

Facing Yitu Lan's sky-reaching killing intent, Sheng Huai'an pushed the Great Sun Heart Sutra to its limit. Blood and qi surged violently within him, true essence rolling like tides. He was like a blazing sun, filled with berserk power.

Bang!

Bang!

Their fist forces collided, and their saber lights continually crashed together, erupting in muffled booms like thunder.

Everyone around them was utterly shocked. Even Yang Ye and the others atop the gate tower cast concerned looks their way.

Sheng Huai'an, with the cultivation of Martial Master Early Stage, was fighting a Houtian Early Stage warrior. Such a performance was simply too dazzling and astonishing.

What kind of rare martial genius could fight a Houtian Early Stage expert with only the cultivation of Martial Master Early Stage?

The two slaughtered each other madly. When Sheng Huai'an's fist struck his opponent, it felt as though he had punched steel—unbelievably hard—and the recoil left his own fist aching.

When he took one of his opponent's punches, it felt as though he had been smashed by a heavy cannon hammer, his body nearly falling apart.

This was a Houtian warrior, forged with copper skin and iron bones, brimming with blood and qi, with extraordinary strength far beyond that of a Martial Master realm warrior.

Fortunately, the Great Sun Heart Sutra was heaven-defying and could rapidly heal his injuries.

At the same time, the true essence within him was inexhaustible. That was the foundation that allowed him to fight Yitu Lan.

After fighting for over a hundred moves, Sheng Huai'an understood that there was still a gap between himself and a true Houtian warrior.

Just because his strength rivaled that of a Houtian warrior did not mean he could truly contend against one.

It seemed his realm was still too low.

As he gradually fell into a disadvantage, Sheng Huai'an began to struggle, and the situation became increasingly perilous. Several times, he had only barely evaded Yitu Lan's killing moves.

Bang!!

A long spear swept down, knocking Yitu Lan back.

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

Sheng Huai'an looked at the man's attire. He was a Colonel, so this man must be the Colonel of the Fifteenth Battalion.

Sheng Huai'an very sensibly turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Indeed, he still could not deal with Yitu Lan. If they fought another hundred moves, his defeat would be certain.

A wise man did not suffer immediate losses. Once his cultivation improved, he would definitely reclaim today's humiliation.

Yitu Lan stared at Zhou Yuan, his gaze as sharp as a wolf's. This man was a Houtian Mid Stage expert. Watching Zhou Yuan interfere and let Sheng Huai'an escape from his hands left Yitu Lan deeply unwilling.

"Yitu Lan, get him! Let's join forces and kill him!" Another Hun Houtian warrior climbed onto the wall.

"Kill!"

The two joined forces and charged at Zhou Yuan!

Facing two Hun Houtian warriors alone, Zhou Yuan showed no fear at all, wielding the long spear in his hand against them.

Having escaped Yitu Lan, Sheng Huai'an turned his gaze toward the Hun soldiers.

They were bullying him for having low cultivation, were they?

Then he would go bully the Hun soldiers whose cultivation was lower than his. Once he killed Hun soldiers to gain Slaughter Value and raised his cultivation, he would go back and fight them again.

With the mindset of, If I can't beat you, I'll kill your underlings, Sheng Huai'an charged into the Hun army.

"Kill! Take the city, plunder its wealth and women! There are plenty of women in the city!" the Hun army shouted as they crazily climbed the wall.

At the mention of women, the Hun soldiers' eyes glowed red one by one. Like starving wolves, they could not wait to rush into the city and burn, kill, and plunder.

Watching the shouting Huns, Sheng Huai'an could not understand what they were saying, but he found them noisy.

Like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep, he plunged into the Hun army and began a frenzied slaughter.

Three with one slash, three with one slash, he continually cut down Hun soldiers.

"Kill that Wei dog!"

"Kill him!"

"He's a demon! He's killed so many of our clansmen! Kill him!"

The Hun soldiers shouted as they raised their sabers and rushed at Sheng Huai'an, intending to bury him beneath a mountain of their lives.

Seeing the Hun army charge forward without fear of death, Sheng Huai'an smiled happily. The blood-red saber in his hand continually reaped the lives of Hun soldiers.

The Innate experts in the Hun army also moved, but General Who Breaks the Barbarians Sun Hao and the others stopped them.

Today, the Grandmaster experts in the Hun army did not make a move.

Seeing that the soldiers were still being held up on the city wall, the Left Virtuous King continued sending troops.

"Send another five thousand soldiers up there. Even if I have to wear them down, I'll wear every last Wei soldier to death."

The Left Virtuous King's gaze was cold, as though those Hun soldiers were mere expendable goods. He did not care about their lives or deaths at all.

So long as the defenders of Anning Pass were worn to death, it would all be worth it.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

His subordinate continued dispatching troops. The Hun tribes were numerous, and their fighting men were countless. Losing some of them was utterly insignificant to them.

As the ruling aristocratic class of the Huns, ordinary Hun tribesmen held little status. They could be said to be the aristocrats' possessions.

In wartime, they were warriors. In peacetime, they herded cattle and sheep for the aristocrats.

Another five thousand Hun soldiers joined the siege, greatly increasing the pressure on the defenders atop the wall.

"Transfer another two battalions up to defend the wall!" Yang Ye immediately ordered.

The Hun army's offensive was growing more and more fierce. If two battalions of soldiers were not transferred up, they feared they would be unable to withstand the Hun army's assault.