Well? Just like that, tens of thousands of Martial Guards lay dead on the ground. Their blood soaked the earth, pooling into tiny streams.
Hua Ying stared with wide eyes, gasping for breath. With each charge, his n—the Iron-blooded Elites who had swept through ten countries—fell one after another, like dolls under the Grim Reaper's scythe.
"Now, who's the trash? Hm?!"
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze from Hua Ying. He looked up, surveying the signal fires and smoke that choked the battlefield, where cries of battle shook the heavens. There was only one choice: kill or be killed. There was no third path.
Hua Ying stood disheveled in the wind and snow, his hair standing on end as if his scalp might tear away. An extre terror filled his heart. In a one-on-one fight, he could probably kill with a single finger. And as for leading troops in battle... didn't this one-sided slaughter prove everything?
Before this campaign, he'd even been drinking and laughing with a few old comrades. He'd boasted that if the Forr Chief Military Commander hadn't retired, he would have taken his head and brought it back to the Military Camp for the Martial Guards to use as a urinal.
But the result... Just like a year ago, this titan was slaughtering his Barbarian Military Guards as easily as slicing lons and vegetables.
How could they possibly fight this battle?
At this mont, Chen Yang was filled with a flood of emotions.
Ten years ago, at the age of eighteen, he led troops into battle for the first ti as a Centurion. Ren Tong ca to see him off, aningfully advising him, "Write a will. Have all your n write one." In case the worst happened, it would give their families sothing to rember them by.
The flas of war spread everywhere. The odds of survival were one in ten. Back then, Chen Yang had been full of heroic pride, believing that neither he nor his n would die.
And the result? The battle was won, but many of them were gone forever.
That was the first ti he had truly cried his heart out. He carried the coffins from the battlefield himself, bringing all of his good brothers ho. The battlefield was, and always would be, the cruelest, bloodiest, and most insane of all places.
"You swept through a re ten palm-sized countries and dare to call yourselves an army of tigers and wolves? You don't even give the Martial Guards of Tianwu Country a second thought?" Chen Yang said, turning his gaze away as he shook his head and chuckled softly.
Then, his thumb pushed against the hilt of his sword.
CLANG.
The sky's color changed. Two inches unsheathed to kill the naless. Six inches unsheathed to slay the elites of the Martial World. But if the sword were drawn completely, it would only be to kill the top ten masters in the world.
Dark clouds gathered, and the snow fell like knives.
In an instant, along the central axis of this battlefield, this dark, snow-covered corner of the world suddenly lit up as if by a bright lamp. A light tore through the dim void, racing northward from the southern front. It moved like an unstoppable force, shattering everything in its path. Finally, it swept through the Barbarian Military Guards like a sharp arrow.
There was no world-shaking cry, only the abrupt halt of the wind and snow. The re unsheathing of the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword had instantly turned him into a god of slaughter. The explosive clang of clashing weapons, the roars of n as their bodies were torn asunder, and the horrific sight of corpses piled like mountains and blood flowing in rivers—all were clearly perceived, illuminated by the flas of war.
Yellow sand swirled outside Hanyun Valley. For one general's victory, ten thousand bones are left to rot.
The thunderous cries of battle ca to an abrupt end. The sudden silence that followed was eerie, chilling one to the bone.
SHINK.
The Longsword struck again. With this slash from Chen Yang, the vast battlefield was torn asunder, like an ink wash painting being forcefully shredded.
The wind and snow began to rage once more. Yet sohow, it no longer seed as bitterly cold as before.
The Sword Qi erupted like a pillar, starting from where Chen Yang stood and sweeping toward the western front. Wherever the blade's light passed, sprays of blood burst like brilliant fireworks against the long night sky. Across the kiloters-long battle line, the vast land was stained a deep crimson.
"This…"
Hua Ying, who had witnessed the entire event, was petrified, standing frozen in place like a statue. The elite Barbarians fortunate enough to survive the sword's sweep stood in desolate shock, their eyes bulging as if they had seen a ghost. Their opponents, the soldiers of the National Defense, were equally dumbfounded, having instantly lost their targets.
What... what in the world is happening? Where did this peerless master co from?!
One sword strike to shatter the sky. A second to sweep the battlefield. With just two strikes, the lives of tens of thousands of Barbarians were cut short. The battle was fought on multiple fronts along an extended line, yet those two sword strikes had all but wiped out two entire flanks of the Barbarian army.
Forget the Martial Guards on the field; even Hua Ying, a veteran who had been forged in countless battles and had followed the New Sovereign Hei Qi in his conquest of ten countries, had never witnessed a scene so cruel and violent.
"Your Barbarian Military Guards... what kind of Kings' Army are you?"
The terse question hung in the air. No one answered.
Hua Ying stood rooted to the spot, his limbs trembling. The war spear in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell silently to the ground. Victory had been within his reach. He was about to smash through the nation's gates, his iron-hooved cavalry ready to trample the lands. Then this man appeared, and he was plunged to the very edge of a total breakdown.
And he wasn't the only one whose spirit had collapsed. The sa was true for the few surviving Barbarian elites.
As the saying goes, courage is highest at the first drum roll but fades with the second. Their morale had been at its zenith, but before they could even display their might, they had been leveled by a single sword?
How could they possibly continue this fight?!
GONG. GONG. GONG.
The Barbarians sounded the gongs for retreat and withdrew like a receding tide.
The million-plus soldiers of the National Defense let out a collective sigh of relief. So even collapsed to the ground, tears streaming from their eyes.
Reinforcents have arrived, even if we don't know who. Still... thank you!!
Hua Ying felt as if his soul had fled his body, leaving him a walking corpse. Two sword strikes, one left and one right. Tens of thousands killed, tens of thousands more maid. The morale of my Guards shattered, forcing to order a direct retreat. This...
He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to look up at the young man before him.
So this is the true power of the Forr Chief Military Commander? No wonder. No wonder our army lost all courage at the re ntion of his na, unable even to defend our own capital. So, what now?
Hua Ying took several deep breaths and snarled, "Don't get too smug! Our King has already entered the Saint Realm. He will deal with you personally. When that ti cos, you won't escape even if you sprout wings!"
"Is being a Saint really that impressive?" Yang Hu said as he approached, his blood-drenched saber in hand. He bared his teeth in a wicked grin. "If you count carefully, the number of Saint-level masters who have died at my Commander's hand is at least five, right?"
Hua Ying was speechless.
A chill shot up from the depths of the old Barbarian general's heart, spreading through his entire body.
"Haha!!" Suddenly, Hua Ying broke into a deranged laugh. "The might of our Barbaric New Sovereign is beyond anything you can imagine! Boy, you'd better dig a hole and bury yourself right now, or just sit back and wait for death to co for you."
"This ti, the rise of the Barbarians is unstoppable!"
A smile touched Chen Yang's lips. "It was my mistake not to eradicate your foundations last ti."
"But this ti…" Chen Yang's eyes narrowed, a cold light glinting within them. "Wherever my Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon banner passes, not even a blade of grass will grow."
Hua Ying's face fell.
"Yang Hu," Chen Yang beckoned. "Find so high ground and hang this old fossil up for ."
He then added, "Alive."
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