"This can't go on!"
On a mountaintop to the east of the battlefield, dozens of figures gathered, looking down at the battlefield below, all with furrowed brows and deep worry.
They were the Half-step Innate experts who had gathered from the Central Plains martial arts world, all of whom had long since retired from the world.
Their plan to accelerate the southward advance of the nomadic army from the grasslands was intended to use this sword to deal with the Wuming. However, it seems that the sword is not very effective, or perhaps the Wuming is too strong.
With that combination of Sword Control Technique and sword formation, he is virtually Invincible in group battles. In this aspect, his combat power is probably much stronger than that of the eight Confucian School ancestors at the Innate Realm.
At least when the Great Yuan invaded Huaxia, none of the eight Confucian School patriarchs dared to confront their regular army.
To be precise, on the battlefield, Grandmaster -level expert can at most contend with a hundred elite soldiers in a head-on confrontation, Half-step Innate expert can contend with a thousand elite soldiers, and Innate Realm can at most contend with an army of ten thousand, which is commonly referred to as being an enemy of ten thousand.
Therefore, when faced with the powerful Great Yuan Empire at its peak, even a Confucian School Xiantian Grandmaster had to admit defeat and submit.
Of course, this refers to direct confrontation on the battlefield. If there is no need for a life-or-death struggle, and the terrain is complex enough, even deploying an army of 100,000 might not be enough to capture a Innate expert.
In general, the combat power of Innate experts has its limits, and these limits are not very high. Moreover, it seems that Innate experts generally have some kind of fatal flaw, so very few Innate experts take action. As a result, Innate experts have almost become legends in the martial arts world today.
But the guy below seemed to have broken that limit. With only the cultivation level of Grandmaster, he was able to contend with an army of millions and slaughter countless people.
If this trend continues, even if the entire million-strong grassland army were to fight to the death here, they might not be able to annihilate that Wuming, or even significantly weaken him.
This is not what they want to see!
"I just went down to check. That kid and that little nun both had cold expressions, as if they were killing not people, but a bunch of ants. It's very likely because of their so-called supreme Sword Faction, the Heavenly Sword Heart Method."
A gaunt old man with his face covered by a black cloth said in a deep voice.
He had just used his movement technique to blend into the battlefield below and get a close look at the kid, but he was frightened by the other party's extreme indifference.
He knew very well that it was true indifference, a cold-hearted ruthlessness that came from the bottom of one's heart, a being that did not treat people as human beings at all.
Logically speaking, even a bloodthirsty demon who has annihilated tens of thousands of people would have a change in expression, perhaps a savage grin or madness, but none of them are as chilling as this calm indifference.
This is utterly inhuman!
Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone around changed.
When Wang Hao revealed the details of the Heavenly Sword Heart Method that day, he didn't try to hide it, so they later obtained information about the Heavenly Sword Heart Method and naturally understood that it was an extremely terrifying martial art.
The indifferent expressions of the Wuming and the little nun now seem to confirm the existence of the Heavenly Sword Heart Method.
For a time, everyone was filled with apprehension about the overseas Sword Faction that Wang Hao had conned, and some even regretted coming to scheme against Wuming.
If they come knocking on their door in the future, they're probably doomed.
"We have no way out now. Our only chance of survival is to capture or completely eliminate that kid. And who knows, we might even be able to obtain the Sword Faction's inheritance from that Wuming one, break through to the Innate Realm, and extend our lifespan!"
The burly old man at the head of the group seemed to sense their regret and immediately spoke in a deep voice to calm their morale, lest the hard-won team fall apart.
The burly old man's words were like a morning bell, jolting everyone awake, especially the last sentence about extending lifespan, which stirred up everyone's greedy and frenzied hearts.
Although martial artists live longer than ordinary people, they do not break through the limits of human lifespan, and at most have a lifespan of one hundred years.
These people don't have many years left to live. Only by breaking through to the Innate Realm and undergoing another transformation can they extend their lifespan and continue to live.
However, breaking through to the Innate Realm is extremely difficult. Nowadays, only the Taoist School and Confucian School schools in the Central Plains martial arts world possess unique methods for breaking through to the Innate Realm. Even the Innate expert from Shaomu Temple only achieved this by receiving initiation from a predecessor.
They were no match for the two behemoths, Confucian School and Taoist School, nor could they contend with the imperial court, a situation that plunged them into despair.
The emergence of the overseas martial arts world gave them hope, and now the Wuming One became their target.
Their demands were not high; they didn't ask to become extremely powerful, but simply to obtain the method to break through to the Innate Realm and extend their lifespan.
They are willing to give everything, and they will do anything, for this goal!
"Let's go and meet with those high-ranking Tartars!"
Taking a deep breath, the burly old man turned and headed down the mountain.
They needed the strength of the alien army to fight against Wang Hao, so they couldn't just stand by and watch the grassland army be slaughtered; they had to at least achieve some results.
Therefore, they are going to cooperate with those Tartars head-on this time!
Leaving aside how those martial arts experts from the Central Plains came to contact the high-ranking members of the nomadic tribes on the grasslands, Khan Wantu and his men on the other side were furious and shocked.
"Damn Han slaves!"
Enraged, Khan Wantu roared and turned to the three old lamas beside him, asking in a deep voice, "Do the three Grandmaster have a way to deal with this man?"
He couldn't help but be furious. In just half Tokiomi, 100,000 of his troops had fallen to the ground. Although they were just his cavalrymen who had been forced to go forward, they were still the strength of their grasslands!
The loss of 100,000 people was not only heartbreaking for Khan Wantu, but also caused immense grief to the tribal leaders!
What terrified them even more was the unparalleled combat prowess displayed by Wang Hao. This southward expedition was already shrouded in mystery, and the Da Ming army from those important border cities had calmly retreated before their arrival. It all seemed like a trap.
They hadn't paid much attention before, believing that with a million-strong army at their command, they could easily overcome any traps.
But as soon as they crossed the Yellow River, they were met with a crushing defeat. The enemy, with just one person, annihilated their army of 100,000. To make matters worse, they haven't been able to harm a single hair on the enemy's head.
This casualty ratio is a bit of a rip-off!
This can't go on any longer; we have to think of another way!
"From my observation, it seems that the Human Butcher's use of this flying sword technique doesn't consume much of his own energy, but the swords he controls are not indestructible. We only need to take the longswords off the backs of those giant wolves to secure victory."
One of the old lamas observed for a long time, his old eyes gleaming, and he revealed a flaw he had noticed.
He had already counted that the opponent had changed nearly a thousand longswords in just half an Tokiomi. Therefore, all he needed to do was remove the longswords from the backs of those huskies, so that they would have no longswords to change into, and he could disable the opponent's flying sword technique.
Without this killer move, they could overwhelm their opponent simply by sheer numbers.
"But destroying or taking those longswords won't be easy!"
Khan Wantu watched the battle in the distance. He could see that Wang Hao was intentionally protecting the giant wolves following behind him, and he was clearly aware of his own weaknesses.
Under these circumstances, it was obviously unrealistic to destroy or take away those longswords. Initially, several Grandmaster Realm experts stepped forward to attack them, but before they could even get close, they were instantly shredded into pieces by those flying swords.
Clearly, with their current strength, it would be difficult for them to force their way in.
The three old lamas were also very troubled by this. They knew that even if they went up there, they wouldn't be much stronger than those Grandmaster- level experts, and it would be impossible for them to even get close to the other party, let alone destroy and seize the other party's spare longsword.
"Reporting to the Khan, there are thirty-four people from the Central Plains outside who wish to see you, and they give me the impression that they are as powerful as the three Grandmaster."
A Grandmaster- level grassland warrior rushed over and reported to Khan Wantu.
"Heh! I knew this southward march wouldn't be so simple, but it'll be good to use these Han lackeys and let them fight amongst themselves!"
With a sinister laugh, Khan Wantu's heart surged with murderous intent.
Having risen to the position of Khan, he was certainly not a fool. He had long sensed the unusual nature of this southward journey, and the presence of a powerful Han Chinese seeking an audience further confirmed his suspicions.
"However, with thirty-four Half-step Innate experts arriving at once, the Han slaves of the Central Plains martial arts world are taking that guy quite seriously!"
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Khan Wantu said in a deep voice to the three old lamas beside him, " Grandmaster, that person is probably not simple. Please act according to the circumstances."
The unusual behavior of the powerful figures in the Central Plains martial arts world gave him some ideas. Clearly, the guy in front of him was no ordinary person and must have something that those powerful figures in the Central Plains martial arts world coveted.
He was also very curious about this, and if given the chance, he wouldn't mind snatching it!
Anyway, he still has nearly a million troops at his disposal. Even if there are many powerful figures in the Central Plains martial arts world, he has nothing to fear. Once he seizes the opportunity from them, he can retreat to the grasslands and digest it slowly.
" Amitabha Buddha, I understand, but I still ask the Khan to send a large army to cooperate."
After chanting a Buddhist prayer, the leading old lama solemnly replied.
He wasn't stupid, of course. If he still didn't understand by now that their southward journey was deliberately lured here by those powerful figures from the Central Plains to deal with that Wuming man, then he would have lived such a long life in vain.
For those powerful figures from the Central Plains to take such a risk, the person they possess or their secrets must be incredibly vast.
If we could bring this valuable stuff back to the grasslands, it would be a great benefit to them!
Therefore, they must fight for this opportunity, even if it means all three of them perish here.
The main reason the three of them followed the army south was that their lifespans were coming to an end, and they wanted to make some contributions to the grasslands before they died. They didn't care if they died in the Central Plains.
Wang Hao was unaware that the powerful figures of the Central Plains were preparing to join forces with the high-ranking officials of the grasslands to deal with him. At this moment, he was fully focused on deducing the killing principles of the Wuji Sword Formation and was making remarkable progress. With the help of his Dao Comprehension Function and a large amount of killing, he had basically deduced it.
Now is the time to launch a full-scale counterattack!
The Wuji Sword Formation, which had been in a state of half-offense and half-defense, suddenly changed its formation. If it was just a half-open flower bud before, it was now a fully bloomed lotus flower, and its destructive power increased more than tenfold.
Under the onslaught of the Wuji Sword Formation, Wang Hao spurred his horse to a trot, rampaging through the grassland army. In no time, another 100,000 grassland soldiers fell.
Faced with such terrifying killing power, the steppe cavalry nearly collapsed. If it weren't for the 100,000 elite steppe troops behind them overseeing the battle and killing many of those who retreated, they probably would have fled long ago.
No one wants to face such a terrifying enemy, and most importantly, they haven't managed to inflict any damage on each other yet.
But fearing the ruthless methods of the supervising army behind them, and the cruel punishment they might face if they fled back to their tribe, the cavalry escorts ultimately had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue.
The harvest was substantial, but the losses were also quite staggering.
Not to mention the depletion of Wang Hao's own Divine Sense and Innate Qi, over a thousand of the flying swords he used had just shattered.
With a long sigh of relief, Wang Hao changed his formation, returning to his previous half-offensive, half-defensive mode, and slowly recovered from his own exhaustion.
He didn't need to worry about the longswords; the tens of thousands he brought this time were more than enough. However, the consumption of his Divine Sense and Innate Qi was taking a toll on him.
Although he had consumed a large amount of medicinal food as a supplement before coming, that was, after all, the most primitive medicinal power, and it was impossible for it to be directly transformed into Divine Sense and Innate Qi. There was a transformation process required in between.
Therefore, given his current capabilities, he is not yet able to maintain the killing mode of the Wuji Sword Formation indefinitely and needs a considerable amount of time to adjust.
Half an Tokiomi later, Wang Hao once again unleashed the killing mode of the Wuji Sword Formation, rampaging through the grassland army and reaping the lives of another 100,000 grassland soldiers.
Just as Wang Hao had exhausted more than half of his energy and was preparing to retract his killing mode, dozens of masked Half-step Innate experts suddenly appeared around him.
The enemy even went so far as to disguise themselves in the clothing of the nomadic people, blending into the alien army so that Wang Hao didn't notice them immediately.
Seizing the opportunity presented by the shifting sword formation, these people simultaneously struck, deflecting all the flying swords from their trajectories, and then swarmed forward.
Wang Hao dared not be negligent. He quickly abandoned the flying sword that had been knocked away and drew eighty-one long swords from the back of a husky behind him, forming the Wuji Sword Formation defensive mode to firmly protect himself and Dingzhen beside him.
Before Wang Hao could fully expand the Wuji Sword Formation, those powerful figures suddenly changed direction and pounced on the huskies behind them, or more accurately, the flying swords on their backs.
Clearly, these people's target wasn't Wang Hao, but rather the flying swords!