340: Chapter 191 The Three Killings of Autumn_1 340: Chapter 191 The Three Killings of Autumn_1 If it weren’t for the fact that they were in the midst of a large army, protected by the military formations of Soldier Ho, and suppressed by a powerful fighter like Zhongxuan Chuliang.
With just this charge from Yang Jiande, these ten thousand troops of the Autumn Kill Army would have been drained of their Qi Blood and died!
Now, only a small gap had been opened, but Qi Blood Wolf Smoke was already billowing forth, evidencing the formidable strength of the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill.
The image that represented the devastation of withering destruction also trembled, like ripples on water, and Yang Jiande’s spear struck!
This great battle had raged from sunrise until noon, and from noon until this mont.
At that ti, the horizon was stained with blood-red sunset.
And below the blood-red sunset, Yang Jiande seed like another blood-colored sundown!
His light, his heat, all his life’s struggles and bravery shone at that mont, burning in the here and now.
His entire body ignited with flas of blood, as if cloaked in a blood-red dragon robe.
The spear in his hand, known across the land as the Fierce Sun War Spear, had its front half a dazzling crimson and the back half a brilliant gold.
The devastation of withering destruction was like a painting floating in the sky, with Qi Blood like smoke upon it.
And Yang Jiande, like a reckless man who stops at nothing to rip apart a masterpiece, charged with an unreasonable and domineering attitude.
“Join in a fight to the death!”
The entire battlefield froze, only to see Yang Jiande picking off formations with a single spear.
A spear thrust down!
The image representing the devastation of withering destruction shattered.
Soldier Slayer surged forth for three or four miles.
Before the observing Yang Army could rejoice, and before Qi Army could be shocked,
The surging Soldier Slayer instantly congealed again.
Indeed, the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill of Yang Jiande was unexpected; however, hadn’t Zhongxuan Chuliang proceeded step by step, cautiously and carefully, just to deal with such unforeseen situations?
He had given Yang Jiande the greatest respect and had also made the most peak preparations.
The decay had fallen, the havoc had ceased.
But the slaughter had not yet ended!
Autumn is the season of stern killing.
Traditionally, if a death sentence was decreed, the execution would often happen after the autumn due to the season’s heavy killing aura.
There are three killings in autumn, naly decay, havoc, and decisive cut!
At this ti, Zhongxuan Chuliang’s voice seed to have the edge to cleave heaven and earth.
“Now I shall carry out Heaven’s punishnt…
Yang Jiande lacks virtue, bringing disaster to the country and suffering to the people!
First spreading plague, then inciting war!
The sentence…
a Decisive Cut!”
In the midst of that boiling and surging Soldier Slayer, a blade suddenly erged.
At first glance, one might think it was the world-renowned Lifeshortener, but upon a closer look, it was not the Lifeshortener blade.
Instead, it was a distinctive blade ford from the core of Lifeshortener surrounded by the outer shell of the Autumn Kill Army’s Soldier Slayer.
This blade was hefty, with a ghost’s head carved into the handle, and a round opening on the spine.
The ghost’s head was elongated, its back thick and face wide.
Just by its shape, one could tell it was heavy and suited for chopping.
This blade was nad…
Ghost Head!
Most suitable for beheading.
Traditionally, the executioner’s hand would frequently wield such a blade for executions.
This one stroke, seemingly still at a distance,
Even though Yang Jiande had already countered with his spear.
Yet, as the blade was raised, the Soldier Slayer broke and re-ford.
As the blade fell, Yang Jiande’s head flew into the air.
He was decapitated!
Just a mont before, he was bravely invincible, single-spear against formations, with the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill dominantly unparalleled.
But the next mont, his body was sundered into two.
Such a sudden and yet so inevitable stroke.
Just as the cri was confird, the man went to the execution ground, the executioner’s arrow fell, and the executioner’s hand swung the blade.
Everything was beyond redemption!
With the rise of a hand and fall of a blade, the head flew!
Yang Jiande, as strong as he was, a top-tier God Arrives, with his Golden Fra and Jade Marrow and an indestructible Flesh Body, deed Immortal, whose cultivation would not diminish until death.
This state was called “Immortal and Undying, as if God Arrives.”
In ancient tis, it was directly known as the Immortal State.
Ordinary ans could hardly kill him.
Yet when the blade fell, his death was clean and swift!
In their lifeti of clashes, Zhongxuan Chuliang had always been the victor.
The root cause of this appeared to simply be because Qi was strong and Yang was weak.
However, wasn’t it terrifying enough to firmly grasp the advantage, never giving the opponent a chance to turn the tables from beginning to end?
The mont Yang Jiande’s head flew up, ti seed to pause.
Thirty years ago and thirty years later, connected by the arc of that soaring head.
Amidst the great army, Zhongxuan Chuliang’s face was expressionless!
Those in high positions have no friends.
That was what he had said to Zhongxuan Sheng.
Because the higher one climbs, the more involuntary one’s life becos.
Many decisions can no longer be made according to personal preference.
Who knew that he, Zhongxuan Chuliang, and Yang Jiande were each other’s only friends?
Yet one belonged to Qi, the other to Yang.
One ca from an aristocratic family in Qi Country, sharing its fate; the other was from the royal household of Yang Country.
Neither had the possibility of changing sides.
As early as thirty years ago in the Valley of the Waning Moon, they had understood all this and anticipated this day.
Since then, they had chosen their separate ways, with not a single letter or word exchanged in thirty years!
In fact, in terms of solo combat, Zhongxuan Chuliang was confident that he was no less capable than Yang Jiande, even though the latter had mastered the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill.
Yet against Yang Jiande, he still had to unhesitatingly leverage all his advantages.
It wasn’t just because even lions must use full force to fight rabbits, but also because one cannot afford to give any chance to a figure like Yang Jiande.
Moreover, he wanted Yang Jiande to always feel that his loss was not because “I am inferior,” but rather due to an innate disadvantage—it was the fault of the heavens, not the war!
Only in this way could he preserve his last shred of pride.
Thirty years are but a flick of a finger, life and death as fleeting as clouds.
How many past events, glories, prides, and friendships are buried in the river of ti.
A figure like Zhongxuan Chuliang would not allow himself to dwell on the past for too long.
After a brief lapse, he imdiately flew out of the military formation and stretched out his hand to catch Yang Jiande’s head flying high in the air.
He grabbed it by the hair and held the head aloft.
“Yang Jiande is dead!”
The voice spread across the battlefield.
“Yang Jiande is dead!” “Yang Jiande is dead!” “Yang Jiande is dead!”
The Qi Army repeated loudly.
The army of Yang Country crumbled in an instant, with no more complete defensive lines on the entire battlefield.
Then the soldiers of the Autumn Kill Army charged without restraint, killing like mowing grass.
The largest casualties on the battlefield usually occur after the outco is decided.
The highest numbers of those killed are often tallied during the pursuit.
Countless soldiers of the Yang Army discarded their armor and weapons and knelt to surrender.
Nurous others ran about wildly in panic, trying to escape.
After the victory is assured, it’s an unspoken rule in many wars to allow one’s soldiers to indulge in a bout of slaughter.
After all, they have just faced life and death, with countless comrades fallen, and themselves at the brink…
Hatred needs to be vented, and the pressure released.
But usually, this period wouldn’t last for very long.
Many soldiers of Yang Country who discarded their helts and armor then buried their heads in the ground, hoping to sohow survive this short ti of killing.
However, Zhongxuan Chuliang, holding Yang Jiande’s head high, after a brief silence in the air, said, “All who participated in this battle and opposed the celestial troops of Daqi…
shall be utterly exterminated, whether they surrender or not.”
He actually issued an order for a massacre!
The Yang Army soldiers who had knelt on the ground in fear stood up only to be beheaded with a single slash, falling back to the ground.
Those of the Yang Army who had just laid down their weapons, caught off guard, had their throats slashed by the passing blades of swords.
Fear-stricken, disintegrated, and each going their own way, the soldiers of the Yang Army were no match for those of the Autumn Kill Army, now completely unable to mount an effective resistance.
Killing like mowing grass, groups fell in swathes.
A carnival of slaughter thus began.
“Commander, no!
Commander, you must not do this!”
From the edge of the battlefield, an elderly literatus ca flying over, pleading with Zhongxuan Chuliang from afar.
“The battle is decided, why should the commander add more slaughter and accrue infamy unnecessarily?”
Imdiately a general moved to intercept him with a drawn sword.
But Zhongxuan Chuliang gestured with his hand, “Let him co!”
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