Sheng Huai'an panted heavily. After cutting down so many enemies, even his arms had gone sore.
Yet the Black Gold War Blade remained unstained by a single drop of blood.
His Slaughter Value had long surpassed two hundred, reaching four hundred and seventy-four points.
Since he could raise his cultivation, Sheng Huai'an continued raising it.
Four hundred Slaughter Value vanished, directly raising him two minor realms and pushing his cultivation to Martial Master Great Perfection.
His strength had also reached nine thousand jin.
The blood qi and Martial True Essence within him were incomparably abundant, comparable to that of a mid-Houtian martial artist. His physique had also become twice as strong as before.
He looked down at the golden screen:
Name: Sheng Huai'an Race: Human Realm: Martial Master Great Perfection Cultivation Techniques: "Great Sun Heart Sutra" (Beginner) "Ferocious Ox Strength" (Minor Accomplishment) "Blood Fiend Saber Technique" (Major Accomplishment) "Overlord Spear Technique" (Beginner) Strength: 9,000 jin Talent: Silver Archer Slaughter Value: 73
With his strength greatly increased, Sheng Huai'an looked toward the Houtian experts among the Xiongnu.
Within the crowd, Sheng Huai'an found the Houtian martial artist who had bullied him earlier.
Zhou Yuan faced two Xiongnu Houtian martial artists alone. Though he was not struggling, he could not do anything to them either, only keeping the two Xiongnu Houtian martial artists tied down.
Gripping the Black Gold War Blade, Sheng Huai'an charged toward Yitu Lan.
That Xiongnu dog had suppressed him earlier, bullying him because he lacked strength.
Now that his strength had risen, he naturally had to reclaim his dignity.
Yitu Lan sensed danger rushing at him from behind. He quickly turned around and saw the Black Gold War Blade descending upon him.
Blood-red Killing Intent surged around the Black Gold War Blade, pressing down with a chilling menace.
Yitu Lan hurriedly raised his saber to block.
Clang!
The war blades collided like muffled thunder. A powerful force crashed into him, forcing Yitu Lan back several steps. A nick also appeared in his saber.
"It's you?"
"Courting death!"
Yitu Lan flew into a rage. Before he could even go trouble Sheng Huai'an, Sheng Huai'an had actually come looking for him first.
At once, Yitu Lan gave up on surrounding Zhou Yuan and swung his saber at Sheng Huai'an, intending to cut him down beneath his blade.
Watching Sheng Huai'an take the initiative to challenge Yitu Lan, Zhou Yuan frowned.
"Reckless!"
He felt Sheng Huai'an was being somewhat rash.
Sheng Huai'an unleashed the Blood Fiend Saber Technique and fought Yitu Lan fiercely.
Night Battle in Eight Directions!
Layers upon layers of blood-red saber shadows seemed to slash in from all eight directions.
Yitu Lan sensed that something was wrong. Sheng Huai'an's strength had grown even greater.
His saber technique had also become sharper and more terrifying.
It had only been a short while. How had his strength risen so terrifyingly fast?
Sheng Huai'an's offensive forced him to retreat again and again.
Boom!
The two exchanged a punch, the impact deep and powerful. This was a pure contest of physical strength.
Sheng Huai'an took one step back, while Yitu Lan stumbled back three or four steps.
Looking at Sheng Huai'an, Yitu Lan felt a trace of danger. The other man's strength had surpassed his own. The blood qi in his body churned violently from that punch, and his arm throbbed with pain.
Sheng Huai'an strode forward and cleaved down with his blade, swift as lightning.
Yitu Lan rapidly evaded with his movement technique, only to be met by Sheng Huai'an's foot. Sheng Huai'an radiated a dangerous aura, every attack packed with force.
He could only hastily throw out a punch to block.
Bang!
The powerful impact forced Yitu Lan back again and again.
He did not know why Sheng Huai'an had undergone such an immense change. His opponent's strength had skyrocketed, and he was faintly no match for him.
"Dog, weren't you so arrogant just now?" Sheng Huai'an pressed his advantage without mercy, continuing to slash at Yitu Lan.
Clang!
The war blade in Yitu Lan's hand was cut in two by Sheng Huai'an's strike.
Seizing the chance, Sheng Huai'an kicked Yitu Lan in the chest. With a bang, Yitu Lan flew backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Sheng Huai'an's kick, brimming with power, had sent Yitu Lan coughing blood.
Zhou Yuan, who saw this scene, widened his eyes.
What had he just seen? Sheng Huai'an was beating a Houtian martial artist into the ground!
Zhou Yuan felt as though he had seen wrong. If he had not intervened earlier and stopped Yitu Lan, Sheng Huai'an would likely have already been killed by Yitu Lan.
But what about now?
Now, Sheng Huai'an was the one suppressing Yitu Lan.
Sheng Huai'an moved as swiftly as the wind, stomping toward Yitu Lan's head.
Yitu Lan rolled like a donkey, avoiding the kick.
Bang!
The stone tiles beneath Sheng Huai'an's foot shattered from the stomp. The force was terrifyingly powerful.
Cold sweat streamed down Yitu Lan's face. If that kick had landed on his head, then even though he had tempered his body into copper skin and iron bones, his skull would likely have been stomped apart.
He grabbed a war blade from the ground and slashed it toward Sheng Huai'an.
Clang!
Sheng Huai'an knocked Yitu Lan back with one slash, while also cutting the war blade in Yitu Lan's hand in two.
An ordinary war blade and this sharp Black Gold War Blade were as far apart as clouds and mud.
This Black Gold War Blade had been the personal saber of Yang Ye, a Grandmaster-level expert. Naturally, it was no ordinary weapon.
Another slash followed. Yitu Lan had nowhere to evade and was cut through his battle armor. A horrifying wound opened across his chest, blood streaming out without end.
Seeing this, Tuoba Shi, who was fighting Zhou Yuan, tried to break away and rush over to save Yitu Lan.
"Where do you think you're going?!" How could Zhou Yuan let Tuoba Shi go help?
His long spear shot out like a dragon, blocking Tuoba Shi's path.
"Move!"
Tuoba Shi wanted to send Zhou Yuan's spear flying with a single blow.
Yet Zhou Yuan wielded his spear with divine mastery, tangling Tuoba Shi up so thoroughly that he could not advance to offer support at all.
Yitu Lan looked at the wound on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His copper skin and iron bones had been broken. Sheng Huai'an's strength had already surpassed his.
Even if Yitu Lan racked his brains, he could not understand why Sheng Huai'an's strength had grown so quickly.
After cutting Yitu Lan, Sheng Huai'an gripped his blade and continued hacking at him, determined to take his life.
Seeing the saber light descending upon him, Yitu Lan swiftly dodged. At the same time, he picked up another war blade from the ground to resist Sheng Huai'an's assault.
Bang!
Another kick sent Yitu Lan flying. He spat blood, then rose into a half-kneeling position, propping himself up with one hand on his saber as he looked up at Sheng Huai'an.
His eyes held both fury and fear.
"Why?"
Sheng Huai'an could not understand the Xiongnu language and did not answer him. He stepped forward and slashed toward Yitu Lan's head, moving with extreme speed.
Seeing Sheng Huai'an's fierce saber light and killing intent, Yitu Lan quickly dodged. The killing intent was simply too intense.
When the slash missed, Sheng Huai'an followed up with a punch.
Bang!!
Yitu Lan took Sheng Huai'an's punch head-on and was sent flying backward, blood spilling from his mouth.
"Yitu Lan!"
Seeing Yitu Lan in dire peril, Tuoba Shi grew frantic.
"Move!"
He forced Zhou Yuan back with one move and turned to save Yitu Lan.
"You want to leave? First ask whether the spear in my hand agrees." How could Zhou Yuan allow Tuoba Shi to save Yitu Lan?
With a thrust of his spear, he blocked Tuoba Shi's path.
Kill!
Yitu Lan shouted as he charged at Sheng Huai'an, intending to fight to the death.
At that moment, he had already resolved to die, planning to drag Sheng Huai'an down with him.
Being defeated by a Martial Master was something Yitu Lan could not accept.
He was a warrior of the grasslands, a child of the great Shaman God.
Clang!!
Blade broken!
Man dead!
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