If the shadowy puppeteer is not eliminated, it’s useless to kill as many visible enemies as possible.
Chen Ping understood this point well.
However, the reason he hadn’t targeted the Heir of Jinghai or attacked his troops was that Chen Ping still harbored a sliver of luck in his heart.
He believed that, after all, this prince was fundantally a part of the Great Li Royal Family, and even if he didn’t care for the common folk, he should at least cherish the reputation of the Ji Family...
At a ti of storm and stress while the Hu People were invading, one would have to exert so effort and fight the invasion earnestly.
If he were killed, it would an the loss of a strong ally on their side, allowing the plans of the Hu People to succeed.
But as it turned out, Ji Xuange not only didn’t resist the Hu People but instead joined Beizhou.
Such actions...
It’s as though he’s holding a golden rice bowl while begging, truly hard to comprehend.
...
Chen Ping sighed, watching the three large armies approaching. Ahead of them, the seventy-six Jianghu Masters gathered by Yuwen Ying were still charging swiftly. He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming calm again.
’This world has clearly beco tainted. To live a peaceful life, one must really tidy up, remove the filth, and sweep away the dust.’
Chen Ping quietly made a decision.
When people pass, they leave their na; when geese fly over, they leave their sound.
Since he had co to this world, he couldn’t just go with the flow; he had to change sothing.
Since he felt uncomfortable and things looked deeply unpleasant, he might as well change this world into an ideal utopia, a peach blossom origin.
"All troops, listen to the order."
Chen Ping’s voice beca high-pitched, his gaze stern as he looked at the swarming ’Great Heroes’ of the Martial Arts World and ’Demons,’ "Xingqing Prefecture is our Hann people’s territory, our Hann race’s ho. When has it beco a place for the Hu People to run wild?
Those who forget their ancestors and bring traitors into the house shall be killed without rcy."
"Kill..."
Five thousand soldiers were stirred up, with boiling blood and thoughts of hatred quietly rising from their hearts.
From nowhere, there was a fla in their hearts burning more and more fiercely, making them unable to hold back their words.
They only wished to rush ahead, with hot blood in their chests, to extinguish this raging war smoke.
"Follow to kill the enemy, today I want to see whose world Xingqing Prefecture belongs to?"
Chen Ping raised the Black Sword high, the golden light and blood fla blazing fiercely on the sword’s edge, stretching out over three feet.
He mounted his horse first, gathering the Military Qi, five thousand people as one, Qi and blood fused together.
A vast aura shot up into the sky.
Instilling fear into hearts.
As the military array moved forward.
The seventy-six Jianghu Masters, oppressed by the montum, felt as if a boulder weighing a thousand pounds had been placed on them, preventing them from advancing or retreating.
Collapse...
First, there was a rain of arrows like flying locusts from the left wing of the military array.
The piercing whistle was incessant.
This ti, unlike when Doroghi and Anman made a rapid attack earlier, with Chen Ping sitting at the commander’s seat, under the circulation of Military Qi, gathering everyone’s strength as one person.
The arrow fired carried a feeling akin to Chen Ping’s Sun-Shooting Bow Technique at full fruition, with a kind of aura of killing gods who block and Buddhas who prevent.
At this mont, five hundred archers, as if blessed, drew their bows and shot arrows faster, with greater strength, and a faint killing intent infused into the arrows.
One arrow shot, with imnse power yet astonishing precision.
"Heaven, Earth, and Man, earth overturned and heaven flipped, recreate the universe."
Chen Ping suddenly felt a surge of heroism in his heart.
After being enhanced by Military Qi, he felt that his already far superior physical strength and speed had more than doubled under the support of the military array.
Within his body, bones, muscles, and tendons emitted a continuous cracking sound.
Blood flowed, like the tide of the sea, wave after wave, endlessly.
A ceaseless power surged in his limbs and hundreds of bones, as if it could never be exhausted.
The Black Sword slashed out, air in front of the sword shattered and exploded, a visible wave of pale white cut out tens of ters, continuing its mad advance.
Boom...
The three Jianghu Masters who had just rushed in had no ti to react before they exploded into a mist of blood.
The wave of Sword Qi pushed forward, a blood mist forming along the way, severing over ten people.
No matter whether dodging high or low, no matter whether the Twelve Main ridians were connected or the Eight Extraordinary ridians were opened.
Under this sword, there’s only death, no survival.
One sword fell.
The ground showed a sword mark about one foot wide and five to six feet deep.
"Kill..."
Chen Ping roared.
"Kill!"
Over five thousand voices echoed behind him.
The military array moved forward, just one strike, like tidal waves surging...
Only thirty of the remaining sixty Jianghu heroes survived a churn of the military array; half fell on site.
Their attacks before death didn’t even tear through the defense of the five thousand troops.
Put simply, whether cavalry or infantry under Chen Ping, not a single one died.
Under the faint blood light, all damage was distributed among the five thousand soldiers, with no significant impedint.
Chen Ping only felt a slight breeze on his face; even his tendons and bones did not resonate.
"So, I have beco this strong."
He took a deep breath of the bloody air, his will more fird.
"Since I am already this strong, what is there to fear about Beizhou Hu Cavalry, what to fear about the Cui family’s military array, nothing but fight."
The Heaven, Earth, and Man Array, with a turn, front beca rear, rear beca front, like a Divine Dragon’s Tail Swing, passing through the group of seventy-six Jianghu Masters.
Upon circling back for assault, only a scene of mangled blood and limbs was left in place.
No more resistance power encountered.
"To kill without a sound as grass."
Chen Ping’s heart remained indifferent, feeling the calm silence of the over five thousand cavalry behind, like emotions before a volcano erupts, looking forward to the front.
There, the Thirteenth Prince Yuwen Ying was already in a daze, as a woman with a snake-like figure and a white snake draped over her shoulder shouted sharply, dragging him to retreat quickly.
Only a dozen or so Beizhou Hu Cavalry experts remained by his side, each with a terrified face, trembling in fear.
Seeing Yuwen Ying retreat now, they hurriedly turned their horses, escaping together, trying to flee into that dust-covered military array.
Obviously, Ji Xuange’s side and the Cui family troops had also arrived.
Leading the charge, a general with a purple face and sword-like brows, a strong and burly figure, dressed in pitch-black Iron Armor, wielding a long sword, shouted, "Engage!"
"One of the Cui family’s three heroes, Cui Yuhong..."
Cheng Wuduan’s voice vaguely echoed in his ears.
Chen Ping didn’t hear it clearly, nor did he want to listen.
At this mont, whether Cui Yuhong, Cui Yuzhe, or Cui Yulin, no matter if there were tens of thousands of troops in front, if they dared to block his path, they would all be smashed into pieces.
He squeezed the horse’s belly, the Blood Qi connecting through, that horse seed to have gained spirit communication, rising on its hind legs, roaring wildly, galloping forward.
Over five thousand n behind him, as if injected with stimulants, scread wildly, crazily following.
Pikes and spears raised together.
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