"Indeed, I heard the won of Hu Ben Country have such tender skin that it could ooze water when pinched. Just thinking about it excites a little!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people of Hu Ben Country instantly beca furious, especially the disciples from the Three Sects or the Green Wolf Camp, each with a face full of rage, clenching their teeth and with flas of fury spewing from their eyes. Each held a proud spirit within Hu Ben Country, standing out among their peers, each with their share of arrogance.
But now, a barbarian in front of them had insulted them like this!
The Guardian General also had a grim expression on his face. He was fully aware of the strength of the Three Sects’ disciples, but he did not expect that they would be harshly taught a lesson by the barbarians today.
"Barbarians, do not be arrogant, today you shall comprehend the superior techniques of Hu Ben Country!"
A roar rose from the crowd, and imdiately a white-robed disciple dashed forward. This person, with a drifting identity and a straight posture, quickly arrived opposite Shuo Fengdi.
"I am Zhuo Buyu, an Inner Sect Disciple of Cang Sect. Barbarian, today, this place will be your grave!"
Zhuo Buyu, a calm young man holding a big saber, looked majestic and flaunting a stronger aura than the previous Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
Seeing another person from Hu Ben Country approach, Shuo Fengdi grinned, his eyes sparkling fiercely.
"Another one here to die. Well then, I’ll gladly take on the challenge!"
Whoosh!
As soon as his words fell, he threw a punch directly at Zhuo Buyu’s head. The punch, swift and fierce, stord forward without any particular style - just extre speed and strength overpowering cunning.
This punch, wrapped in a strong breaking sound, sped towards Lin Feng.
Break!
Zhuo Buyu imdiately roared, his big saber emitting a black light, chopping fiercely forward. In an instant, a bright cold gleam cut through the air, blasting forward.
Clang!
Bang!
The next mont, the radiance of the punch passed, the Sword Light shattered, and Zhuo Buyu, along with his saber, was crushed by a single punch! Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Silence fell over Jiayu Pass’s wall, everyone’s face drastically changed, and they were all stunned.
An Inner Sect Disciple of Cang Sect couldn’t even withstand a single punch.
Having cut down three people in a row, Lin Feng frowned; the morale of their side had plumted to rock bottom, which was not a good thing at all. Perhaps, this barbarian, with overwhelming montum, suddenly demanding a duel was precisely to strike at their morale, which astounded Lin Feng. Could all this be orchestrated by Tuoba Wenjian?
Seeing this, Lin Feng wanted to fight too, but his current cultivation was at the level of Great Martial Master Fifth Layer, while his opponent was rely at the Third Layer. With a higher cultivation than his opponent, he couldn’t justifiably fight him - winning would be considered dishonorable.
"So, it turns out. Hahaha. It seems, conquering this fertile land might not be as difficult as Lord said it would be."
Tuoba Wentian laughed heartily, his voice resonating across the Four Directions and Eight Desolates; not just him, every barbarian warrior was unabashedly laughing.
"Generals of Jiayu Pass, you’ve already lost three n; is there a fourth one coming to die?"
Above the city towers of Jiayu Pass, the Guardian General fiercely slamd the mast, clenching his teeth while the deputy generals also had grim faces.
"Tsk tsk, it seems the strength of Hu Ben Country’s disciples is even more trash than we thought."
"Right, if they can’t even handle this level of barbarian, if it were , I’d finish it in one move."
"Why bother so much, co on, let’s drink, it’s just rookies pecking at each other, a fight in a rubbish bin."
The Star Palace disciples behind burst into hearty laughter, enjoying their roast chicken and fine wine.
"General, these barbarians are rely at Martial Master Third Layer. The weakest among us brothers from the Star Palace is at Great Martial Master Fifth Layer. Even if we want to stand up for you, considering your good food and wine, I’m afraid it’s beyond our capability."
Seeing this, the Guardian General swallowed back his intention to ask for their help.
Helplessly, he could only gaze towards the city wall.
"Gentlen, right now, these barbarians are exceptionally arrogant. Is there anyone willing to fight?"
Everyone remained silent. Those who ca here were disciples from the Three Sects. There were certainly no shortage of Martial Master Third Layers, but at this mont, everyone beca extrely hesitant. Just now, an inner sect disciple from Cang Sect couldn’t even withstand a single punch from the opponent. Many of them charging forward would be like moths to a fla.
This isn’t a ring where it stops at a point; this is a battlefield, where losing ans paying with one’s life.
So with higher cultivation, like Lin Feng, although eager to go up and suppress the opponent’s arrogance by slaughtering him, also had no opportunity to fight.
Seeing that there wasn’t even soone willing to speak for a while, the Guardian General sighed and could only send a lieutenant to find a disciple from Green Wolf Camp to enter the stage.
He didn’t believe this barbarian could sweep through everyone.
The disciples of the Green Wolf Camp were not assembled on the wall; they were under the command of the young wolf leader, soldiers in the ranks, each carrying a saber armored as common foot soldiers, standing in military formation, waiting for the great gates to open to engage the barbarians in combat.
At the mont, upon the General’s call, one of them, upon hearing of the situation outside, imdiately burst out of Jiayu Pass in great fury. This person, a youth dressed in black armor with a stern deanor, wielded a Horse-slaying Saber, his body exuding a ferocious aura.
This was the distinctive feature of every Green Wolf Camp disciple: more or less, each had a hint of Evil Qi.
Every disciple in Green Wolf Camp held a military or semi-military rank, with the lowest being a leader of ten, each responsible for dozens of lives.
Naturally, the one chosen by the General to face the challenge was among the best.
The youth strode toward Shuo Fengdi, his Horse-slaying Saber enshrouded in a cold, black light, almost unbearable to look directly at.
"Yo ho, finally soone decent shows up, what a pity, he is still bound to be crushed."
Shuo Fengdi glanced at the opponent and spoke dismissively.
"Kill!"
The youth didn’t waste words, his Horse-slaying Saber tore through the air, its blade breaking the wind, instantly emitting a wailing sound.
This strike was like a swift, gleaming light, extrely decisive and fierce.
"Interesting!"
Seeing the opponent’s move, Shuo Fengdi instantly dropped his previously scornful smile.
"If that is the case, let’s see whether your saber is faster, or my leg!"
With that said, Shuo Fengdi roared, his Gang Qi burst forth explosively, and he furiously kicked out, his leg shadows howling like electricity, extraordinarily domineering and forceful.
Bang!
The impact of the leg shadows and the Sword Light clashed in an instant, suddenly sending a wave of energy sweeping out.
Thud thud thud thud!!
The youth was still slightly inferior in strength to the barbarian; his Horse-slaying Saber shook uncontrollably from the powerful strike, causing continuous trembling in his saber-holding hand, nearly tearing open his palm.
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