Monstrous Talent

Sheng Huai'an did not look back. Yitu Lan, who had fallen to the ground, had already been severed in two.

Yitu Lan, an early Houtian warrior, had died beneath Sheng Huai'an's blade.

With the strength of a martial master, he had slain a Houtian warrior across realms. Though it had only been an early Houtian warrior, it was still dazzling enough to shock countless people.

Zhou Yuan watched Sheng Huai'an kill Yitu Lan, his heart utterly shaken.

"This kid is going to defy the heavens!"

He himself would have found it difficult to kill Yitu Lan in a short time, yet Yitu Lan had now fallen beneath Sheng Huai'an's blade.

Sheng Huai'an, at the martial master realm, had crossed realms to kill a Houtian warrior. How could Zhou Yuan not be shaken?

The other Colonels fighting in the battle were likewise stunned when they saw Sheng Huai'an kill a Houtian warrior.

What kind of monster was this?

A huge question mark appeared in their hearts.

How long had it even been? Sheng Huai'an had actually already become strong enough to kill a Houtian warrior.

Was martial cultivation not supposed to be difficult?

Why could Sheng Huai'an grow so quickly?

The Colonels who had watched Sheng Huai'an kill the Houtian powerhouse of the Xiongnu all felt that the martial arts they had cultivated for so many years might as well have been cultivated into a dog's body.

"Damn it!"

Tuoba Shi was furious, but also terrified. Sheng Huai'an's killing of Yitu Lan made him feel an immense sense of danger.

For a martial master to kill a Houtian warrior—just how monstrously gifted did one have to be to accomplish that!?

If this person broke through into the Houtian realm, would anyone in that realm still be able to stand against him?

Tuoba Shi felt an intense threat. He sensed that an extraordinary monster had emerged among the defenders of Anning Pass.

And this monster was also a great enemy of their Xiongnu.

Therefore, Sheng Huai'an had to die!

They could not allow this person to grow. That was the heartfelt sentiment of every Xiongnu Houtian warrior atop the city wall.

Sheng Huai'an carried the Black Gold War Blade and walked toward Tuoba Shi.

Yitu Lan had provided him with thirty points of Slaughter Value. Now, he had set his sights on Tuoba Shi, who was locked in fierce battle with Zhou Yuan.

Seeing the Black Gold War Blade in Sheng Huai'an's hand, Zhou Tian's mouth twitched. Wasn't that General Yang's war blade?

How had it ended up in this kid's hands!?

Without another word, Sheng Huai'an raised his blade and slashed at Tuoba Shi. As the sharp blade edge swept in, alarm bells rang wildly in Tuoba Shi's heart. He gathered all the power of his blood qi and met Sheng Huai'an's attack head-on.

Boom!!

The collision boomed like thunder drums. The immense force sent both men staggering backward.

Only now did Tuoba Shi truly feel the powerful impact of Sheng Huai'an's strength.

In terms of pure arm strength, Sheng Huai'an was even stronger than him.

If Sheng Huai'an entered the Houtian realm, with Blood Qi Like Dragon and skin of bronze and bones of iron, Tuoba Shi feared he would not even be able to withstand a single strike from him.

Looking at the young Sheng Huai'an, Tuoba Shi could not understand how he had cultivated himself to such terrifying strength.

If he knew that less than a month had passed since Sheng Huai'an had first encountered martial arts, Tuoba Shi would likely have suffered a complete collapse of his Dao heart.

Just as he had exchanged a blow with Sheng Huai'an, the cold glint of Zhou Yuan's spear arrived first, followed by the spear shooting forth like a dragon. The long spear, like a roaring mad dragon, thrust straight toward Tuoba Shi's back.

Tuoba Shi now got to experience the treatment Zhou Yuan had received earlier. Facing the siege of two powerful foes, he roused himself to the utmost vigilance.

With the slightest lapse in attention, he might follow Yitu Lan's path and die upon this city wall.

He burned his blood qi and true essence, unleashing his ultimate move before barely blocking Zhou Yuan's strike.

With Sheng Huai'an joining the battle, Zhou Yuan also fought without restraint, no longer holding anything back.

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive spear strikes came like mad dragons, their momentum like wind and fire, forcing Tuoba Shi to retreat again and again.

But Sheng Huai'an's incomparably fierce blade edge was already sweeping in from behind. He had nowhere left to retreat.

Besieged by Sheng Huai'an and Zhou Yuan, Tuoba Shi had fallen into a desperate situation—fierce tiger before him, vicious wolf behind him.

Bang!

Tuoba Shi could only hastily exchange a blow with Sheng Huai'an. Caught in his rushed response, he was sent flying by Sheng Huai'an's kick.

"Good chance!"

Zhou Yuan seized the opening and swept his spear horizontally at Tuoba Shi.

Bang!

The iron spear smashed heavily into Tuoba Shi's back, shattering his strange armor. The bones in his back were crushed by that strike, and the immense force ruptured all five viscera and six bowels as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Yuan's full-force blow completely robbed Tuoba Shi of his ability to fight.

My life is over!

That was Tuoba Shi's final thought.

Seeing his kill about to be stolen, Sheng Huai'an moved like lightning, his shadow like a ghost. He rushed forward, and the Black Gold War Blade thrust out, neither too far nor too short, striking Tuoba Shi squarely in the waist.

One blade pierced through both kidneys!

In the end, Tuoba Shi died miserably upon the city wall in this manner.

Watching Tuoba Shi die with his waist pierced through by Sheng Huai'an's blade, Zhou Yuan inexplicably felt a chill around his own waist.

Was this guy doing it on purpose, or not?!

He had vaguely heard that Sheng Huai'an had a nickname: the Kidney-Stabbing Divine Hand.

Now, it seemed that rumor was probably true.

"My name is Zhou Yuan. You must be Brother Sheng Huai'an, whose name has recently resounded far and wide!" Zhou Yuan greeted him with a smile.

"Greetings, Brother Zhou Yuan. I am Sheng Huai'an. We are killing enemies together and defending the borderlands, so what is there to say about fame?" Sheng Huai'an said, waving his hand.

"Mm, now is not the time to talk. Once this battle is over, this brother will treat you to a drink," Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

"Alright, I'll remember that drink," Sheng Huai'an said, smiling as he nodded.

After exchanging greetings, the two resumed killing enemies.

By stabbing Tuoba Shi through the waist and killing him, Sheng Huai'an gained thirty-three points of Slaughter Value.

Tuoba Shi had been a little stronger than Yitu Lan, so he had yielded three more points of Slaughter Value.

With Yitu Lan and Tuoba Shi dead, the Xiongnu had lost two Houtian experts who had climbed onto the city wall. With Sheng Huai'an and Zhou Yuan joining the battle, the pressure on the Xiongnu Houtian powerhouses greatly increased.

"Martial Commandant, I'll help you!" Sheng Huai'an charged into battle with his blade, facing a Xiongnu Houtian warrior.

With one fewer Houtian warrior, the pressure on the martial commandant was greatly reduced.

Though the Seventh Battalion was still being assembled and its troops urgently trained, he had nevertheless come up onto the city wall to resist the Houtian powerhouses among the Xiongnu army.

Fighting one against two, the martial commandant had also been under great pressure. Now that Sheng Huai'an had joined the battle and helped him hold back one Houtian warrior, he could finally fight the enemy without restraint.

Looking at Sheng Huai'an, the martial commandant felt a complicated mixture of emotions.

How long had it been?

Sheng Huai'an was already capable of contending with a Houtian warrior.

Given Sheng Huai'an a little more time, he feared that when he saw Sheng Huai'an, he would have to call him sir.

The Houtian warrior Sheng Huai'an had drawn away was only at the early Houtian stage, and his strength was not particularly great. Sheng Huai'an could deal with him completely.

With the Black Gold War Blade in hand, Sheng Huai'an's saber techniques were incomparably fierce, beating his opponent back step by step.

"Damn it!"

Feeling that immense power, Wumu Sang's arms were trembling.

He was the chief of the Wumu Tribe. The Wumu Tribe was a small tribe, and it had taken the strength of the entire tribe just to support his cultivation to the early Houtian realm.

He had thought that bringing the tribe's warriors to wage war against Great Wei this time would allow him to win merit and establish achievements, seize countless supplies, and bring them back to strengthen the tribe.

Yet he had not expected the army's advance to be blocked, with more than half of the Wumu Tribe's warriors dying in battle.

Then he heard that the tribe had been attacked, that all its young and strong men had perished, and that every male taller than a cartwheel had been slain. This had undoubtedly severed the Wumu Tribe's future.

Blow after blow had stripped Wumu Sang of his former high spirits.

Now, facing a young soldier of Great Wei, he was beaten back step by step, all confidence gone.

Sheng Huai'an's incomparably powerful strength and his fierce saber techniques brimming with Killing Intent made defending against him extraordinarily difficult.

Slash!

Wumu Sang's armor was cut open at the waist, and bright red blood flowed out.

The blade was too fast, too sharp. Neither his armor nor his skin of bronze and bones of iron could withstand it.

Before long, Wumu Sang was covered in wounds. Facing Sheng Huai'an's savage and fierce assault, he found it increasingly difficult to defend himself.

Pfft!!

A spray of blood burst forth. Wumu Sang reached up to cover the slash across his throat, but he could not stop the blood.

He collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes filled with the tribe's future. It was as though he saw the Wumu Tribe flourishing and growing mighty, rivaling the royal tribes...

One blade sealing the throat—Sheng Huai'an's kill was clean and decisive.

Another Houtian warrior had died beneath his blade.

When the other Colonels saw Sheng Huai'an kill yet another Xiongnu Houtian powerhouse, they wailed inwardly. Where had this monster come from?

At the same time, they hardened their resolve. They could not possibly let themselves be outdone by a junior like Sheng Huai'an, could they?

Otherwise, would that not make Colonels like them look utterly useless!?

Faced with the ruthless resolve of the Colonels, the Xiongnu Houtian powerhouses immediately felt their pressure greatly increase.

The Xiongnu Xiantian powerhouses battling the five Brigade Generals naturally noticed Sheng Huai'an as well.

They too wanted to make a move and kill Sheng Huai'an.

But the five Brigade Generals held them tightly entangled, leaving them unable to free their hands.

Still, they memorized Sheng Huai'an's appearance and branded him with a label: this man must die!

Sheng Huai'an still did not know that the Xiongnu Xiantian powerhouses had already set their sights on him.