Wang Xuan's pair of iron fists forcibly held down two Xiongnu Grandmasters.
His fists were fierce and invincible; he was clearly a savage fighter who had cultivated fist techniques.
Faced with Wang Xuan's ferocious fist intent, the two Xiongnu Grandmasters could only join forces and resist with all their strength.
With Wang Xuan tying down the two Xiongnu Grandmasters, Yang Ye battered the other Xiongnu Grandmaster back step by step.
Boom!!
The Overlord Spear was tyrannical and savage, blasting him flying with a single strike.
Pfft...
That Xiongnu Grandmaster was sent coughing blood by the spear's cleaving blow.
The two of them could barely contend with Yang Ye only by joining forces. Facing Yang Ye alone now, he could do nothing but take a beating.
Watching the newly appeared Grandmaster fight two against one, his iron fists pressing down upon both Grandmasters—
Watching the other Grandmaster get beaten until he vomited blood by Yang Ye and fall into disadvantage, the Left Virtuous King's face darkened like still water.
He had thought victory was already ten parts certain, that Anning Pass would surely fall. Yet an unexpected complication had arisen.
"Damn it."
The Left Virtuous King cursed loudly. Had he known this would happen, he would have requested two more Grandmasters to come.
Yang Ye pressed his advantage without mercy, slashing savagely at his opponent. He had set his heart on killing a Xiongnu Grandmaster today.
The Overlord Spear Technique in his hands was sharp and tyrannical. That Xiongnu Grandmaster was completely unable to withstand the Overlord Spear's ferocious might.
"Come save me!"
That Grandmaster shouted for help.
Yet the other two Grandmasters were firmly entangled by Wang Xuan and had no chance to break away for a rescue.
"Whoever comes today, they won't be able to save you." Killing intent flickered in Yang Ye's eyes.
After enduring several dozen exchanges, this Xiongnu Grandmaster was skewered into the air by Yang Ye's spear.
That domineering aura poured out between heaven and earth. A martial Grandmaster had been slain beneath the sky.
Countless people looked up, staring blankly at the sight. At that moment, Yang Ye was like a blazing sun hanging high in the heavens, unmatched beneath the world.
A Grandmaster-level expert had been slain just like that, shocking countless people.
He had been a martial Grandmaster standing high above all others, capable of founding his own sect, yet he had now been cut down on the battlefield.
Seeing this, the other two Xiongnu Grandmasters abandoned their fight with Wang Xuan and fled back into the Xiongnu army, afraid that if they were even one step slower, Yang Ye would stop them.
The two Xiongnu Grandmasters fled, but Wang Xuan did not forcefully stop them.
"Kill!"
Yang Ye shouted, his voice shaking heaven and earth. A Grandmaster's corpse was flung into the Xiongnu enemy ranks, throwing them into chaos.
The miserable death of a Grandmaster shattered the spirit of countless Xiongnu soldiers.
The flight of two Grandmasters further drove these Xiongnu soldiers' will to fight down to freezing point.
Yang Ye took one step into the charging Xiongnu enemy army, wielding the Overlord Spear Technique and blasting dozens of Xiongnu soldiers to death with one strike.
A Grandmaster's supreme cultivation, once thrown into an enemy army, was simply an unparalleled weapon of slaughter.
With Wang Xuan there to intimidate the enemy, Yang Ye was about to begin a massacre.
Seeing Yang Ye charge into the advancing army, the Left Virtuous King hastily gave the order to retreat.
He feared that Yang Ye would charge straight into his command camp and kill him.
He was no Grandmaster, only at Xiantian Grand Completion. If Yang Ye stormed his command camp, he would be in danger.
As the Xiongnu army retreated, their Xiantian experts also fled one after another, terrified Yang Ye would block their escape.
Xiutu Yao also gave up on killing Sheng Huai'an and began to flee.
"Kill! Brothers, don't let them escape!" General Polu Zhao Yong'an shouted loudly.
"Follow me and kill the enemy!"
Sun Hao also leaped down from the city wall, pursuing the Xiongnu army.
After taking a beating for so long, the Anning Garrison finally launched its counterattack.
The Xiongnu army that had climbed onto the city wall was swiftly slaughtered to the last man.
Sheng Huai'an also leaped down from the wall and pursued the Xiongnu army.
The defenders atop the walls, the defenders within the city, and the residents who had voluntarily come to defend the city and kill the enemy all followed them out of the pass, chasing down the Xiongnu army.
At this moment, with the death of that Xiongnu Grandmaster, the Anning Garrison's momentum surged to its peak.
Everyone charged out without regard for anything else, pursuing the Xiongnu enemy army.
Boom!
Yang Ye struck, cleaving a Xiongnu Xiantian expert to death with one spear.
The other Xiongnu Xiantian experts saw this and ran even faster.
At that moment, they only hated that their parents had not given them two more legs, that they were running far too slowly.
Yang Ye could now attack without any reservations. Before long, he had slain four Xiongnu Xiantian experts.
Of the seven Xiantian experts who had climbed the city wall, only three escaped.
Zhao Yong'an, Sun Hao, Li Daoru, Sheng Huai'an, and the other experts chased into the Xiongnu army.
Their killing power was terrifying. With no Xiantian experts or Grandmasters left to restrain them, the twenty to thirty thousand Xiongnu troops that had attacked the city were relentlessly pursued and massacred to the last man.
After the war ended, corpses covered the fields beyond the pass.
The Xiongnu army fled, retreating twenty kilometers.
Yang Ye did not lead an army farther into the grasslands to continue the pursuit.
If he had not invited powerful reinforcements beforehand today, Anning Pass likely would not have held.
The Xiongnu abandoned twenty to thirty thousand corpses as they fled, and the defenders on the city walls erupted into cheers.
"We won!"
"Oh..."
"A great victory!"
"Victory! We held it!"
"Hahaha, we finally drove back the Xiongnu enemy army..."
As they laughed, many Anning Garrison soldiers began to weep.
Not counting logistical troops, the Xiongnu army had committed between one hundred and fifty thousand and two hundred thousand soldiers in total.
To hold Anning Pass, the Anning Army had paid a grievous price.
By now, fewer than one in ten of the true Anning Pass defenders likely remained.
Looking over the Xiongnu corpses strewn across the fields, Sheng Huai'an wiped the blood from his face.
Sure enough, the stronger one was, the more enemies one could kill. General Yang Ye and the five Brigade Generals had slain even more Xiongnu enemies than he had.
Especially Yang Ye, a Grandmaster expert—against ordinary soldiers, it had truly been one-sided slaughter.
With one sweep of the Overlord Spear, a whole swath fell; with the might of a Grandmaster, a single palm strike killed dozens.
The Xiongnu army had retreated, not daring to test Yang Ye's edge again.
With Wang Xuan holding the line, Yang Ye unleashed his slaughter, venting all the fury that had been bottled up in his heart these past days.
"With heroic ambition, hungry, we feast upon Hu captives' flesh; laughing in talk, thirsty, we drink Xiongnu blood!"
"Hahaha..."
Sheng Huai'an threw back his head and laughed.
"Fine poetry! 'With heroic ambition, hungry, we feast upon Hu captives' flesh; laughing in talk, thirsty, we drink Xiongnu blood!' What talent, what fitting words! Hahaha!" Yang Ye could not help but laugh loudly upon hearing Sheng Huai'an recite the verse.
Worthy of a scholar who had studied books—when he composed poetry and matched couplets, his talent soared to the heavens; when he raised a blade and mounted a horse to kill the enemy, he was equally fierce. He was truly accomplished in both letters and arms.
"Heroic spirit rises ten thousand fathoms; men like us laugh upon the battlefield." Zhao Yong'an also could not help but laugh loudly.
"Huai'an, give us another line!" Sun Hao's heart was also filled with boundless heroic fervor.
"So long as the Flying General of Dragon City remains, no barbarian steeds shall cross Anshan!" Sheng Huai'an immediately sang aloud.
The barbarian steeds were the Xiongnu cavalry. Anning Pass lay amid the Anshan Mountains, so Sheng Huai'an had made a slight alteration.
"Fine poetry!"
"What talent!"
Yang Ye's chest also surged with emotion. "So long as the Flying General of Dragon City remains, no barbarian steeds shall cross Anshan!"
Everyone could not help but praise him. Was this not precisely a portrait of them?
They had resisted desperately, keeping the enemy beyond Anning Pass.
So long as they remained, the Xiongnu cavalry could forget about crossing the Anshan Mountains and riding south.
After driving back the Xiongnu enemy army and cheering in celebration, it was time to clean up the battlefield.
The city's residents also came one after another to help dispose of the Xiongnu corpses.
With twenty to thirty thousand corpses, failing to dispose of them could easily trigger an epidemic.
Unlike the cheering at Anning Pass, the Xiongnu army was steeped in deathly silence, oppression hanging heavy in the air.
They had thought victory was ten parts certain, only to suffer a crushing defeat.
They had lost twenty to thirty thousand soldiers, one Grandmaster, and four Xiantian experts.
This was already a disastrous defeat.
Nearly two hundred thousand troops had attacked the pass from beginning to end, yet they had failed to take Anning Pass and instead suffered grievous losses. The Left Virtuous King was so enraged that he coughed blood.
"Trash! You are all trash!"
The Left Virtuous King's roars rang continuously from within the tent.
The remaining generals all lowered their heads, trembling like cicadas in winter.
The two remaining Grandmasters had already left, returning to the depths of the grasslands.
The death of one Grandmaster at Yang Ye's hands had frightened them. They were unwilling to go and throw away their lives again.
Without the two Grandmasters to hold the field, the Left Virtuous King wanted to continue attacking Anning Pass but lacked the strength to do so. He could only lead his army away in disgrace.
When he returned, he would face accountability from the Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu grasslands—the king of the Xiongnu grasslands, his iron-blooded father.
With the Xiongnu army defeated and gone, the Anning Pass defenders also began silently licking their wounds.
Though they had driven back the Xiongnu army, their losses were grievous. Even including the Commandery Soldiers and County Soldiers sent as reinforcements from Yongzhou and Dingzhou—
There were now fewer than ten thousand defenders left at Anning Pass.
More than fifty thousand had died before and after. One could only imagine the terrible price they had paid to hold Anning Pass.
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