Fifth Grade...
Fuqing’s heart sank.
"Barbarian Royal Court Bone Army."
These weren’t a part of any barbarian tribe but the Death Soldiers directly under the command tent of the Barbarian Royal Court, the true Iron Blood Cavalry.
The barbarians had suffered heavy losses in Zouchuan Dao, but so of their elites were discovered by the Martial Artists of Zouchuan Dao.
This Bone Army was the most dangerous among them.
"General, this woman looks pretty good, can I have so fun with her once we capture her?"
Among the dozen or so barbarian cavalry, soone spoke up.
The burly barbarian as massive as a at mountain burst into laughter, "Kill everyone else, keep this Fuqing alive. Once I’m done playing with her, I’ll let you have so fun too."
Imdiately, the heavily armored cavalry started jeering, whistling, banging on their armor.
Their gazes towards Fuqing gradually turned greedy.
As the Royal Court’s most powerful army, their recruitnt and training were undoubtedly extrely rigorous; the harsher the training, the greater the suppressed desires.
So say a few of the Royal Court’s armies are like hungry dogs tethered by the Royal Court, once unleashed, their rampant desires can shred everything.
Fuqing’s expression turned cold.
"Do you think being Fourth Grade guarantees you’ll defeat ?"
"Heh heh..." The at mountain barbarian’s warhorse moved slowly as he lifted his hands, and countless spikes flew from his back, making him look like a porcupine from afar.
"I wouldn’t bear to kill you..."
He extended his thick red tongue, greedily licking his lips, exuding an extrely brutal aura.
Almost simultaneously, he and Fuqing leapt upward, rushing towards a nearby stone bridge.
Their speed was incredibly fast, covering dozens of ters in an instant.
Bam!
A hit!
Master Fuqing vomited blood and staggered back.
Her cultivation was already advanced. As soone already at the peak of Fifth Grade, she had gained insights into constructing her Alien Body after acquiring Xu Guang’s Holy Body Manuscript, almost ready to break through.
She could even hold her own against so Fourth Grades who hadn’t yet mastered Divine Techniques.
But this barbarian before her...
Fuqing extended her palm, once white now stained red with blood, densely packed with blood spots as if countless steel needles had pierced it.
A blue Qi Force covered her hand, forcibly stopping the bleeding from being hard by the Divine Techniques. Fuqing gritted her teeth and charged again.
Swish swish!
The at mountain barbarian chased closely, resembling a giant atball. He didn’t seem to have a strong intention to kill Fuqing, rather to capture her alive.
Fuqing realized this, glancing at the heavily armored cavalry surrounding Fu Feng and the others.
"Junior Brother, I’ll lure him away, take them and go first."
Without waiting for a response from Fu Feng and the others, Fuqing swiftly dashed away.
Two silver streaks exploded in the sky.
The Duster in Fuqing’s hand scattered like a fairy’s bouquet, its countless silver beams shimring in the air, threading like spider webs.
"Ridiculous."
The at mountain barbarian stood still, his body inflating like a pufferfish. His already massive body swelled like a balloon, letting the threads touch him seemingly ineffectively.
Instead, countless fine bloodlines appeared on Fuqing’s body, as if her attack had backfired onto her.
...
Pfft.
By the dark riverside.
In the heavily armored cavalry, only two were Fifth-Grade Zhenren, the rest mostly Innate.
The barbarians didn’t understand the Central Plains’ military formations, but their unity of man and horse, pure blood and qi strength fused together, broke through the defense formation led by Fu Feng and the Wanhua Institute disciples within a few charges.
Fu Feng looked grim. Judging by the barbarians’ attitude towards Fuqing, there seed to be another motive.
But now was not the ti for such thoughts. The urgent task was to break through; even if Senior Sister did fall, the ergence of these elite barbarians must be reported.
Otherwise, once these barbarians rampaged in the heartland of Zouchuan Dao, it could have a severe impact on the front lines at Chuannan Prefecture.
War is never limited to the real front lines, the shadows behind the scenes, more perilous.
Despite Fu Feng’s focused mind, a montary lapse almost brought a Fifth-Grade barbarian’s giant axe right before him.
Just then.
Swish!
A streak of golden light flashed by.
The barbarian wielding the giant axe froze, a grimace frozen on his face, his chest swelling violently as if sothing was trying to break out.
Master Fu Feng’s eyes widened.
Pfft!
A hand erged from the barbarian’s chest.
Boom!
Blood-red flas spurted from the hand.
In almost an instant, the burly barbarian turned to ashes.
Seeing the figure in the firelight, Master Fu Feng exhaled deeply.
"Just in ti."
Spoke the newcor softly.
It was... Xu Guang.
As Xu Guang landed, countless rays of light shimred from his body, and a rain of blood fell from the heavens.
The barbarians who stopped because of Xu Guang’s appearance stood still in the blood rain.
"It’s Xu Guang!"
They actually recognized Xu Guang.
Xu Guang frowned, his open palm gently closing.
All the cavalry standing in the blood rain were instantly engulfed by countless blood-red flas, consuming everyone except for one left alive.
The mbers of the Wanhua Institute were speechless; this sight was no less than an immortal’s handiwork.
It took only three breaths from Xu Guang’s appearance to end the battle.
These cavalry, capable of annihilating the Wanhua Institute, were simply... dead!?
What level had his strength reached now?
"Why are you guys here? Where is Senior Sister? Didn’t she send a ssage for to protect her?"
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