Taking an enemy general's head amid ten thousand troops-what a thrill!
Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the sky, the guards on the city wall were all stunned.
Soldiers and militiamen carrying logs and crossbows on the horse trail dropped what they were doing and rushed toward the parapet without regard for their own safety.
Xu Yinluo wants to carve out a formation?
More than 70,000 enemy troops came with overwhelming force, and it would take three days and three nights to kill them all, even though the soldiers revered Xu Yinluo as a god.
Unlike ordinary people, they were seasoned veterans who knew the limits of human strength. How could an ordinary person possibly hold off more than 70,000 people single-handedly?
Even if you stand still and let them kill you, you'll get tired and exhausted, let alone the enemy's elite troops.
"Don't stick your heads out, do you want to die?!"
Upon seeing this, a general flew into a rage and roared, "Defend the city! This is your mission! Fire the cannons! All of you, fire the cannons! Don't just stand there! Xu Yinluo is digging a hole in the defenses to relieve our pressure. Even if you die, you must hold the city for me!"
"Yes!"
A thunderous roar of responses followed.
The soldiers' eyes reddened, and they gritted their teeth.
I would die without regret if I could follow Xu Yinluo to defend our territory.
In ancient times, emperors guarded the nation's gates; today, Xu Qi'an single-handedly carved out a defensive formation—both are remarkable feats worthy of being recorded in history.
The morale of the troops is higher than ever before.
"Boom!"
The body, radiating golden light, crashed heavily onto the city walls with brutal force. The earth trembled violently, and the shockwave turned enemy soldiers within a radius of several meters into chunks of flesh.
The tattered armor and broken blades were shaken into the air.
Xu Qi'an pressed down with his left hand, his aura enveloping the fragments of armor and blades. He glanced at the enemy soldiers wielding steel blades charging towards him on both sides and in front, then forcefully waved his sleeve.
Armor, steel swords, spears, and other weapons shot out in all directions.
The soldiers charging at the front suddenly had their heads explode, their arms snapped off, and fist-sized holes appeared in their chests. Their deaths were all different.
But this did not deter the enemy, who continued to charge forward fearlessly.
Xu Qi'an initially brandished his blade, slicing through the enemy troops surging from all directions with ease, and no one could get close to him.
He quickly changed his tactics, concealing his inner energy and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy using the physique of the Vajra Divine Skill, the skill of a martial artist who had mastered the Transformation Force, and the sharpness of the Taiping Saber.
Trapped in enemy territory, surrounded by enemies, every ounce of energy must be conserved. After all, a fourth-rank official is only human, and humans have their limits.
To single-handedly break through enemy lines and fight his way through tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, his primary concern should not be the strength of the enemy, but his physical stamina.
Wei Yuan once told him that during the Battle of Shanhai Pass, most of the high-ranking warriors actually died from exhaustion.
With a sudden change in tactics, at least dozens of steel blades slashed from all directions in an instant. The martial artist's premonition of danger allowed Xu Qi'an to capture the movements of every enemy soldier, but there was no way to dodge them.
This is the real battlefield, a battlefield where masters are hacked to death by a hail of blades.
Thud thud thud. Xu Qi'an stabbed, thrust, slashed, and swung, reaping the lives of enemy soldiers one by one.
When!
An enemy soldier leaped up, his steel blade slashing fiercely at Xu Qi'an's head. The refined steel blade instantly chipped, but Xu Qi'an swung his Taiping Blade in a backhand motion, severing the enemy soldier in half at the waist.
He did not look back, but pressed forward resolutely, relying on his martial prowess to withstand the blows of swords and spears.
After two or three hundred men had died, the enemy soldiers, fearless of death, continued to fight one after another.
After five or six hundred men died, the enemy soldiers' eyes turned bloodshot, and their ferocity was aroused.
After seven or eight hundred people died, some people gradually began to engage in guerrilla warfare and close combat, taking off their crossbows from their waists to shoot instead of charging in with knives.
"Get away!"
The battalion commander of the artillery battalion flew into a rage, shoved the artilleryman aside, and then kicked the gun carriage, causing the heavy cannon, weighing several hundred kilograms, to turn around.
The battalion commander personally loaded the shells, calibrated them, and lit the fuse.
Twisted runes lit up the cannon, spreading from the barrel to the muzzle. Once the charge was complete, with a loud "boom," the entire heavy cannon suddenly recoiled backward.
The shells shot out, tearing apart the soldiers' bodies along their path.
Xu Qi'an sensed the danger in advance, but instead of dodging, he swung his Taiping Blade at the cannonball.
Amidst the deafening explosion, the soldiers besieging Xu Qi'an were torn to pieces by the terrifying shockwave.
Amidst the billowing dust and smoke, the blood-stained Great Feng silver gong, dressed in a blue robe, stood unmoved, unharmed except for the scorch marks covering his robe.
He held his knife and walked slowly forward. The enemy soldiers in front of him looked fearful and dared not step forward.
They all pushed aside, not daring to block his way.
Xu Qi'an shook the blood off his blade and laughed wildly, "Aren't there even a single coward among the Kang and Yan kingdoms a true man?"
On the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Feng Dynasty were filled with fervor, roaring in response until their faces were red and their veins were bulging.
For a time, morale soared, and the soldiers threw down their logs and unleashed arrows, crossbows, and cannons. Compared to yesterday, with Xu Qi'an single-handedly breaking through the enemy lines, the pressure on the defenders was indeed greatly reduced, and so far, casualties were minimal.
In the distance, Nurhega, watching the battle from horseback, frowned. Below the city, a burly man with unparalleled physique was digging a trench, while on the city walls, cannons and crossbows provided support. In less than a quarter of an hour, the casualties on his side had exceeded his expectations.
Attacking a city is already a grueling task where ten lives are exchanged for one. If this kid continues to kill, the heavy losses will be bad enough, but the real loss will be the soldiers being terrified.
Who knows how many more tricks he has up his sleeve? Nurhega looked around and shouted, "Warriors of Yan and Kang, who will behead this barbarian?"
"Second Battalion of the Assault Battalion, ready to fight the enemy!"
"From the infantry ranks, a general roared."
The general was dressed in heavy black armor and carried a heavy longsword weighing eighty catties. Generals of Kang State all liked to use this kind of weapon.
Nurhega asked, "What's your name?"
"Alibai."
The general roared.
"Very well, you are permitted to lead two battalions out and bring back this scoundrel's head to me," Nurhega announced loudly.
Battalion Commander Alibai spurred his horse forward, turned it around, and roared at the soldiers behind him:
Are you all cowards?
Having witnessed Xu Qi'an's ferocity firsthand, the Kang soldiers, who were inevitably filled with fear, instantly ignited fury in their eyes upon hearing the question.
Those who fight on the battlefield are never Blood Qi.
Ali, wielding his longsword, continued to roar:
"Our great general has died on the city wall. If we don't capture this city, we'll all die if we go back. If we break through the city and kill this arrogant Great Feng, we'll be promoted and ennobled when we return."
The soldiers' enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
Ali Bai was still not satisfied and roared, "The Great General died at the hands of this scoundrel. It is a great disgrace and a blood feud that must be avenged!"
The two thousand infantrymen roared like a tidal wave:
"This is a humiliating disgrace that must be avenged."
Seeing this, Ali Bai stopped talking, spurred his horse, and charged forward!
Two thousand infantrymen followed closely behind, their imposing presence fueled by a fierce and fearless spirit born from a mixture of hatred and a desire for military glory.
On the city wall, the expressions of generals such as Zhang Kaitai changed slightly, and an uncontrollable sense of worry arose within them.
"I have to go help him; I can't let him dig the enemy's defenses alone." Zhang Kaitai seized the opportunity to climb onto the city wall.
His concerns are valid.
The military ranking system of the Witch God Cult is not much different from that of the Great Feng. Ten men form a squad, and the squad leader must be at the Essence Refining Realm. Ten squads form a team, and the centurion must be at the Qi Refining Realm. Ten teams form a battalion, and the battalion commander is assigned according to the type of soldier and the amount of military merit.
In units like the firearms battalion, since there's no need for the commander to lead from the front, the battalion commander's cultivation level is usually sufficient at the Spirit Refining Realm, at most possessing a body of copper and iron.
Senior officers in cavalry and infantry battalions are the ones who focus on self-cultivation, lead from the front, and are most likely to be sacrificed.
Infantrymen were in the most danger.
Therefore, although Ali Bai was a battalion commander, his cultivation level was genuinely at the fifth rank of Transformation Realm.
It's easy to imagine the kind of encirclement and the group of experts that Xu Qi'an would face.
In addition, the first wave of attacking soldiers, already terrified of his killings, will surely seize this opportunity to counterattack, vying for kills and military merits.
You can't go!
Li Miaozhen frowned, stopped the impulsive martial artist, and shook her head, saying:
"If you go, what will happen if Nurhega leads his experts to attack the city? I've lost my Golden Core and can't hold him back. You'll eventually have to come back to rescue us."
"Furthermore, the enemy still has three infantry formations of ten thousand men each that haven't moved. They also haven't moved their cavalry. If you go there, even if Nurhega suffers heavy losses, killing you will be a win for him."
Xu Qi'an's attempt to break through the formation alone was tantamount to suicide.
The Yan-Kang allied forces were more than happy to have the Great Feng's experts leave the city; it would save them the trouble of attacking.
Li Miaozhen continued, "Why did Xu Qi'an have to break through the enemy lines alone so that you could go down the city? He did it to tie down the enemy troops below, reduce your pressure, and minimize casualties. Nurhega, on the other hand, is wary of his trump card and will try to exhaust his troops to force him to use his trump card."
"He's carving out a defensive line to instill fear in the enemy, understand? He's risking his own safety to reduce your casualties. Don't act rashly."
After a pause, Li Miaozhen said quietly, "The defending troops now believe he is invincible and their morale is high. If you go there to rescue him, in the eyes of the defending troops, Xu Qi'an's invincible image will collapse."
Upon hearing this, the generals who had been rushing over from afar stopped in their tracks, abandoning their impulse to follow Zhang Kaitai down the city wall to help him. Li Miaozhen's words were all to the point.
Li Miaozhen looked around at the generals and said, "You all just focus on defending the city. He will naturally return when he is exhausted. At that time, we will have to rely on you to deal with experts like Nurhega."
Zhang Kaitai remained silent, slowly scanning the soldiers around him. Their faces were filled with excitement, their fighting spirit was high, and they were fighting alongside the man below the city with boiling blood.
Once this spirit of righteous indignation is broken, it is as difficult as climbing to heaven to rebuild it.
Zhang Kaitai was persuaded by Li Miaozhen.
Several generals suddenly turned around and looked at the golden figure, who was charging alone towards the thousands of troops.
In his frantic run, Xu Qi'an swung his Taiping Blade, the dark golden blade light transforming into a single line that sliced through eighteen armors in one go. Finally, he was slashed away by a centurion at the Spirit Refining Realm.
The Taiping Blade spun once and finally fell back into Xu Qi'an's hand. He rushed dozens of steps, then suddenly leaped up, transforming into a spinning spiral of blade light, like an electric drill, to meet the two thousand soldiers.
Puff puff puff!
Ta-da!
Soldiers wielding heavy shields were shredded along with their iron shields, but Xu Qi'an, with his ruthless and unreasonable manner, cleared a bloody path and charged into the enemy's heartland.
Then he spun around and swung his sword in a circle, the ripple-like blade light spreading out, slicing away flesh and blood bodies one by one, clearing out another no-man's land.
The soldiers of Kangguo quickly dispersed.
Ali Bai turned his horse around, mounted it, and charged forward. With the blade of his Mo Dao pointing downwards, he used the momentum of the horse's charge to deliver a powerful thrust to the Mo Dao.
When!
With a crisp sound, the longsword split in two, the two halves flying into the air.
Two centurions charged in, one thrusting a spear straight at Xu Qi'an's rear, the other charging head-on and slashing out his eyes with his sword.
The angle is tricky.
Even with skin of copper and bones of iron, one is not truly invincible; there are always some slightly weak points in one's defenses.
Xu Qi'an stepped on the spearhead, using it as a pivot, spun around, and kicked the centurion's head off his neck. Then, using the momentum of the spin, he forcefully slashed out with his Taiping Blade.
The blade's aura flashed and disappeared in an instant.
The centurion's body was suddenly split in two, his intestines and internal organs spilling out onto the ground.
Behind him, several soldiers' bodies simultaneously split open.
The soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave, hacking and slashing wildly with their swords, the golden light flashing and the crisp sound of each strike echoing through the air.
Three corporals, hidden among the ordinary soldiers, took advantage of Xu Qi'an's moment of respite and fearlessly pounced on him. One grabbed his legs, one his body, and one his right arm holding the knife.
At this moment, the martial artist's warnings of danger seemed to fail, because there were far too many dangers: hundreds of knives, dozens of spears, and countless cold arrows; enemies were everywhere within a small area.
The endless danger prevented Xu Qi'an from anticipating the attacks of the three sergeants, and he was instantly grabbed.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
A dozen soldiers swung ropes at Xu Qi'an, looping them around his neck and binding his hands.
More soldiers swung the ropes, lassoing Xu Qi'an.
These ropes are woven from extremely tough materials and are mainly used for heavy operations such as pulling siege engines and dragging cannons onto city walls.
It is almost impossible for a martial artist below the fifth rank of Transformation Force to break it with brute force.
Even a fifth-grade Transformation Realm expert couldn't possibly break a dozen or so ropes like that.
Moreover, Xu Qi'an's neck and hands are now completely bound.
Peace!
Xu Qi'an let go.
The Taiping sword whistled as it flew, attempting to cut the rope, but was immediately tackled by a squad leader. Then, the second, third, and fourth soldiers of the entire company used their own flesh and blood to press down on this peerless weapon.
"Twist his head off!" a centurion shouted.
The soldiers abandoned their swords and worked together to pull the ropes; each rope was pulled by dozens of fierce soldiers.
These battle-hardened infantrymen were highly experienced in how to surround and kill a high-level martial artist.
Xu Qi'an's neck inevitably tilted back, his muscles bulging, making his neck appear thicker.
He mustered his strength, gripping the rope tightly with both arms. On the other side of the rope were dozens of strong soldiers, gritting their teeth and wrestling with him.
At this moment, Xu Qi'an is engaged in a struggle with more than a hundred elite soldiers on three fronts.
The soldiers gritted their teeth, veins bulging on their faces, and tried their best, but even so, their feet still slid forward little by little.
That's terrifying.
This man's physical strength is terrifying.
Ali Bai drew a sword, imbued it with immense power, stared at the Great Feng Silver Gong who was wrestling with the soldiers, and sneered:
"You bastard, you killed so many of my brothers. You, surnamed Xu, are Wei Yuan's confidant, and you're even wearing blue robes like him? I'll castrate you with this knife right now, shatter your golden body, and make you a spineless castrated dog just like him."
Xu Qi'an's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
He let out a deep roar, his neck thickened even more, his body muscles swelled, pushing up his blue robes, and a torrent of energy poured out.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The three ropes snapped, and the soldiers staggered and fell to the ground in droves.
A woman in green robes grabbed Ali Bai and charged out of the infantry encirclement, her figure flying through the air.
Ali Bai's face showed fear as he punched Xu Qi'an in the face and kicked him at the same time, desperately trying to fight back.
To his dismay, the opponent's invincible body remained unbreakable.
"You dare to insult him?"
Xu Qi'an removed his head and held it in his hand.
Ali Bai's eyes were wide open, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to beg for mercy or curse before he died, but Xu Qi'an did not give him the chance.
Commander of the assault battalion, Ali Bai, has been killed in action!
The assault battalion soldiers, who had suffered heavy casualties, were filled with fear and fled in panic, having lost all will to fight.
Xu Qi'an leaned on his knife, breathing heavily.
Behind him, atop the city wall, came the cheers of the Great Feng soldiers.
"Xu Yinluo, invincible!"
"Xu Yinluo, invincible!"
"Xu Yinluo, invincible."
When they saw Xu Qi'an entangled in ropes, their hearts clenched instantly. The tension they felt just moments before turned into a sense of exhilaration now.
As expected of Xu Yinluo, as expected of a hero of the Great Feng, he is indeed invincible.
At this time, except for a few places where enemy troops climbed up and broke through the defenses, most areas of the city wall were firmly defended.
There seemed to be a tacit understanding between Xu Qi'an and the defenders: as long as the men who were digging the formation at the front did not fall, the rear would remain as stable as Mount Tai.
Even in death, I will defend it firmly.
Xu Yinluo faced the entire army alone; what reason did they have to fear death?
"Good!"
As the soldiers directed the defense of the city, they all wore smiles of genuine admiration.
Both being fourth-rank cultivators, after such a long and fierce battle, if it were me, my vital energy would have been almost completely depleted. Zhang Kaitai thought to himself with a sigh, then paused in surprise, realizing that even he, a seasoned fourth-rank cultivator, was in such a state.
"He should come back, he should come back."
Zhang Kaitai lowered his voice, his tone urgent.
Even though Xu Qi'an is exceptionally talented and cannot be regarded as an ordinary fourth-rank cultivator, no matter how talented he is, his aura is not much stronger than that of a seasoned fourth-rank cultivator.
In other words, Xu Qi'an's energy has been depleted by more than half, and he should return. Otherwise, if he is entangled by Nurhega's large army and experts, he will be worn down to death.
On the front lines, Nurhega's face suddenly darkened.
Fourth rank, if I'm not mistaken, that kid is a fourth rank.
It's impossible for a fifth-rank cultivator to break free of the ropes, and their vital energy couldn't be so abundant. He had fought Xu Qi'an before and had some confidence in the strength of this legendary figure from the Great Feng.
To reach the fourth rank in one night—what incredible talent!
Regardless of his status as a king or his cultivation at the peak of the fourth rank in both systems, Nurhega possessed an arrogance that made him the most powerful person below the third rank. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of jealousy towards that rising star of the Great Feng.
A blazing reputation, an indestructible golden body, and extraordinary, terrifying talent.
If this man is not killed, he will surely become a major threat to the Witch God Cult in ten or twenty years. Perhaps, he will truly become another Wei Yuan in the Great Feng.
Nurhega squinted, scrutinizing Xu Qi'an's heaving chest, and couldn't help but smile sinisterly.
One person carving out the formation, how much of Xu Qi'an's energy can boil over?
Below the third rank, all are mortals, and mortals have their limits.
Once his soldiers have worn down his spirit, that will be his death day.
Nurhega had extensive battlefield experience, and in his view, the key was not to attack the city now, but to surround and kill Xu Qi'an.
The morale of the Great Feng garrison was soaring, and they were willing to fight to the death. The biggest factor was that the Xu family remained steadfast and unyielding.
Killing Xu Qi'an was tantamount to crushing the faith and fighting spirit of the Great Feng garrison, just as Ali Bai's death caused the remaining infantry of the assault battalion to flee in panic, losing all will to fight.
Just like yesterday when Sugudu's Red Bear died in battle, the Kang Kingdom's army was almost thrown into chaos.
Nurhega took a deep breath, his voice booming like thunder. "Whoever can cut off Xu Qi'an's head will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a fief of a thousand households. Whoever can cut off his hands and feet will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold and a fief of a hundred households."
Boom!
The cheers were deafening, and the allied forces of the two countries were in a frenzy.
A thousand taels of gold, you could never spend it all in eight lifetimes.
A fief of a thousand households is equivalent to being granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households. In the Yan Kingdom, the Marquis of a Thousand Households is a high rank second only to the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households, and his descendants enjoy wealth and honor for generations to come.
A generous reward will surely attract brave men.
"The Broken Faction requests to join the battle."
"The cavalry battalion requests permission to engage in battle."
"The Mo Dao Army requests permission to engage in battle."
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The allied forces of the two countries were eager to fight and ready to put their troops to the test. The warrior standing with his sword was now like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be taken down and bring wealth and glory to his descendants.
Even if we can't get the head, getting an arm would be enough.
Nurhega's expression was stern, and he waved his hand. "Granted!"
The clamoring army was momentarily silenced, unsure of Yan Jun's intentions—which unit would be sent into battle?
Suddenly, the cavalry battalion commander roared, "Charge with me!"
He rode off in a cloud of dust.
As soon as he moved, the cavalry behind him immediately followed, the crowd rising and falling on horseback, their momentum fierce.
The commander of the Mo Dao army shouted urgently, "What are you all standing there for? Charge with me!"
The soldiers of the Mo Dao Army understood immediately and charged out of their ranks with their commander.
The next moment, all the troops that had requested to go into battle rushed out, vying for the opportunity, fearing that their military merits would be stolen.
Those troops who hadn't requested to fight were both angry and anxious, as if their wives had been snatched away.
"A full twenty thousand men, let's see if you survive."
One of the commanders spat in frustration, utterly annoyed. That Xu bastard from Great Feng was destined to die a horrible death. Why hadn't he been smart enough to ask to fight? He'd let these sons of bitches get away with it.
On the city wall, the generals Zhang Kaitai and others looked drastically different. Looking down from their high vantage point, they saw a dark mass of people, like a swarm of rats, like a tidal wave, with dust billowing everywhere.
And ahead of this vast army was a figure in a blood-stained blue robe.
This scene sent chills down the spines of the soldiers on the city wall.
A guard, his Adam's apple bobbing, said in a trembling voice:
"Xu, can Xu Yinluo hold them off? Let's go down and rescue them."
"Xu Yinluo will be withdrawn."
"If we open the city gates now, the enemy troops below will swarm in, and we won't be able to rescue anyone."
A soldier shouted, "But, we can't just stand by and watch Xu Yinluo be in danger! He needs reinforcements! He needs reinforcements!"
It seems that Xu Yinluo's unstoppable heroic figure has thoroughly enraged the enemy, to the point that they are willing to pay any price to kill him.
The guards could clearly see that among the charging troops were cavalrymen who were invincible in battle; soldiers with long-handled swords who could shatter men and horses with a single strike; and soldiers with shields and heavy armor who could break through enemy lines.
They are all top-notch elites.
These elite troops were clearly not skilled in siege warfare, so they were targeting Xu Yinluo.
Even Xu Yinluo, facing so many elite troops, couldn't possibly win. The guards were filled with trepidation; no matter how much they admired Xu Qi'an, they couldn't help but worry about him and feel anxious.
A group of people behind him were worried about him, but Xu Qi'an himself remained unmoved, as if waiting for the enemy to arrive.
Xu Qi'an got carried away, and the same thought simultaneously arose in the minds of the martial artists, including Zhang Kaitai.
This is not an isolated case. The martial arts system is different from other systems. As one's cultivation level increases, one's mind will become more and more "unruly". Those who are hesitant and indecisive will never become high-level martial artists.
For this reason, when fighting on the battlefield, it is easy to get carried away and act recklessly. Many warriors end up trapped in enemy territory, unable to turn back.
Zhang Kaitai's heart sank suddenly, a surge of fear and worry welling up within him. Forgetting about maintaining Xu Qi'an's invincible image to boost morale, he looked at the assembled generals:
"You stay here and guard this place, I'm going to rescue Xu Qi'an."
"Commander, we will go with you."
Several senior generals disagreed with his decision to fight alone.
Zhang Kaitai shook his head:
"You all have to stay here. If we all go down, Nurhega, who's been eyeing us like a hawk, will definitely make a move. I'm going to rescue Xu Qi'an. I'm going; he's a junior from my Nightwatchers's office, and I have to protect him for Duke Wei."
This time, Li Miaozhen did not stop him, her eyes brimming as she watched Xu Qi'an's retreating figure. Her Golden Core told her that the man still had enough strength to hold on until Zhang Kaitai went to rescue him.
The enemy troops surged forward like a swarm of rats, and the distance between the two sides continued to close.
The commanders of the various units charging at the front, some at 100 zhang, some 80 zhang, some 50 zhang, and some 30 zhang, all wore ferocious expressions. The cavalrymen swung their ropes, the Mo Dao soldiers raised their heavy sabers, and the Po Zhen army raised their shields, accelerating their charge.
Unseen by anyone, purple powder fluttered and drifted away in the wind between Xu Qi'an's fingers.
The supervisor gave him a magical Law Artifact to shield his luck, which he personally destroyed.
Nothing could stop his immense fortune, and nothing could affect his ability to absorb the power of all living beings.
Xu Qi'an slowly sheathed his sword, his aura collapsing and all his emotions subsiding.
Using the method of cultivating sword intent taught by Chu Yuanzhen to mobilize the power of all living beings is the profound truth he comprehended during his battles in Buddhist School.
The core principle is to borrow the will of all living beings to cultivate the will of my sword.
The righteous indignation of the more than 10,000 Great Feng soldiers behind him was now entirely contained within Xu Qi'an's body.
Do you really think I, Xu Qi'an, am a fish to be slaughtered?
At one point, Xu Qi'an opened his eyes.
Clang!
A single blade cleaves heaven and earth!
A dark golden blade of light swept across the heavens and earth.
The charging cavalryman lost his lower body and rolled off with his horse's head.
The shield-bearing infantryman fell uncontrollably, then collided with his own lower body as he continued to run forward, and both of them fell to the ground.
The Mo Dao Army, known for its ability to shatter men and horses with a single strike, was itself shattered by that very strike.
Of the 20,000 elite troops, one-third were wiped out by this single strike.
With a single slash, seven thousand more battle spirits appeared between heaven and earth.
What should have been a battlefield with tens of thousands of people fell into a deathly silence, a brief stillness.
A few seconds later, the sound of horses pulling on reins echoed everywhere. The surviving cavalry, Mo Dao soldiers, and Breaking Formation infantry all stopped charging at the same time and then fled in panic.
Whether it's a thousand taels of gold or a title of a marquis or a noble household, at this moment it's all like a dream or a bubble.
The power of that slash terrified them; fear exploded within them.
Further away, behind Nurhega, the enemy troops stirred.
The initial momentum waned, the second weakened, and the third exhausted the fighting. By now, the morale of the allied forces of the two countries had inevitably collapsed, and they were utterly routed by a Great Feng leader.
Third rank, third rank?! He really did have a trump card. Nurhega's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounded violently, filled with fear, heartache, and a burning rage.
This strike severed the elite troops that the Yan and Kang kingdoms would spend years, even decades, cultivating.
Nurhega's face darkened as he fidgeted with his fingers.
Not to mention the allied forces of Kang and Yan, even the soldiers of Great Feng on the city wall stared wide-eyed at this scene.
There were no cheers, no applause; everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak, immersed in extreme shock.
Li Miaozhen opened her beautiful eyes wide, somewhat mesmerized.
Zhang Kaitai stood in the gap between the parapets, poised to leap off the city wall, but at that moment he was transformed into a sculpture.
Suddenly, Zhang Kaitai seemed to wake from a dream, his expression changed drastically, and he growled in a deep voice, "Quick, save them!"
He remembered; he remembered Xu Qi'an's special move.
A single blade cleaves heaven and earth.
With a single strike, the enemy dies and I am crippled.
Li Miaozhen shuddered, finally gripped by fear and terror, and screamed, "Go save them!"
Before the battle, Nurhega stopped pinching his fingers.
The divination indicates extremely auspiciousness.
He immediately summoned the phantom of a giant bird, which hooked onto his shoulders and took flight.
With his hair and beard flowing, Yan Jun roared in the air, "Xu Qi'an, today I will grind you to dust and use it as a sacrifice to the fallen soldiers!"
Looking down from his vantage point, he saw the aura of the man in blue robes rapidly weaken, his eyes dim and lifeless.
At this moment, Yan Jun was absolutely certain that his opponent had exhausted all their trump cards.
The martial artist's crisis warning received no response, and the divination indicated extremely auspiciousness.
With his almost invincible cultivation level below the third rank, killing this young Silver Gong of the Great Feng was a sure thing.
A tremendous pressure descended from the sky. Even before Yan Jun arrived, the terrifying pressure made Xu Qi'an unsteady on his feet.
Xu Qi'an raised his head and looked at the dual-system fourth-grade peak expert, who was filled with killing intent and anger. He laughed.
Did you really think I was just stalling for time by digging a trap?
Sizzle. The last page burned, and a wisp of pure energy enveloped him. Xu Qi'an whispered:
"My condition has returned to its peak."
In an instant, the withered tree came back to life, and a powerful aura was born from this weary body.
Xu Qi'an sheathed his sword, his aura collapsing, and his emotions subsided, as if a vortex existed within his body.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Yan Jun's expression changed drastically. The martial artist's crisis warning was giving him feedback. Every cell in his body was roaring with danger, and every nerve was urging him to flee for his life.
At this moment, Yan Jun felt himself being locked onto by a psychic force, locked tightly.
My divination clearly indicated the best possible outcome, so why did the premonition of crisis in the Spirit Refining Realm give such a response? Yan Jun couldn't understand the reason, and the two conflicted.
This was unprecedented, at least, it had never happened with a warrior.
The phantom of the giant bird dissipated, and the phantom of the Buddhist School monk seamlessly switched. Yan Jun stretched out his arms, his palms facing Xu Qi'an.
"Put down your butcher's knife."
Buddhist School precepts.
"Die!"
Curse-killing technique.
A pale golden light rippled across Xu Qi'an's body, causing the two Law Technique to disappear as if they had been thrown into the sea.
Yan Jun's face turned deathly pale. He knew why the divination showed the best possible outcome: Xu Qi'an possessed a Daoist School Golden Core, which could break all Golden Core. Divination techniques couldn't predict the fate of someone who possessed Golden Core.
Curses and Buddhist School precepts are also ineffective against the Golden Core.
The monk's phantom vanished, and the giant bird's phantom seamlessly switched places, hooking Nurhega away.
Run! Run away quickly!
Fly higher, fly even higher! Those crude warriors can't stay airborne for long; once they're in the sky, they're safe.
Xu Qi'an looked up and saw an eagle soaring into the sky in the far distance, its wings outstretched.
Duke Wei, you have walked the path you were meant to walk.
My journey has only just begun.
I will soar like an eagle, slaying all enemies, with nowhere left to retreat.
At this moment, the Taiping Blade, the Heaven and Earth One-Slash Blade, the Heart Sword, the Lion's Roar, and the Nourishing Intent merge into one.
Clang!
A deafening roar erupted.
A dazzling flash of light shot into the air and disappeared in an instant.
High in the sky, the vanished blade of light suddenly reappeared, severing Nurhega at the waist. His severed limbs fell helplessly before the eyes of the allied forces of the two countries.
The Primordial Spirit and physical body were severed together.
This strike severed the life, death, honor, and disgrace of a monarch spanning sixty years, and the nearly invincible cultivation of a third-rank expert, accumulating sixty years of unparalleled power.
Blood mist exploded around Xu Qi'an, his golden body shattered, and a hideous wound appeared that almost severed him in half.
Meaningful name: Shattered Jade!
A person in dire straits has nowhere to retreat.
This intention, born from the heart and wielded by the knife, is solely for the sake of shattering jade, not for preserving tile.
It hurts both others and yourself.
Duke Wei, I have already reached the fourth rank. This strike, I name it Jade Shatter. It's a pity you will never see it. Xu Qi'an gazed northeast, silent.
Then, leaning on his sword, he steadied himself, looked down at the enemy troops, and laughed wildly:
"The cowards of Yan and Kang are not men at all. Is that wrong?"
The armies of Yan and Kang were routed and fled in panic; their defeat was swift and devastating.
Zhang Kaitai finally arrived and reached out to catch the young man who fell backward.
He grinned, his mouth full of blood, and said unhappily, "Why is it you? Where's Li Miaozhen? Why didn't that bitch Li Miaozhen come to pick me up?"
Zhang Kaitai opened his mouth.
He immediately frowned. "So noisy."
Zhang Kaitai pressed his hand tightly against his wound, forcing a smile, "That's the soldiers cheering. They're cheering for you, crying and shouting. Hey, I've never seen them like this before."
Xu Qi'an paused for a moment, "Didn't you embarrass Duke Wei?"
Zhang Kaitai, who had been suppressing his grief and not crying after Wei Yuan's death, suddenly had blurred vision and burst into tears.
Duke Wei, this is your legacy.
P. S.: This chapter should be of decent quality. I've been working on two long chapters these past few days, both of good quality, which took a lot of mental effort and made me write them slowly. Please forgive me.