DOOOOOM…
On the Barbarians' side, a horn suddenly blared, roaring like muffled thunder. The sound was clear within a ten-mile radius. Perhaps influenced by the horn, the already gloomy sky sank even lower as the wind and snow intensified, sweeping across the heavens.
A black torrent of soldiers advanced into the wind and snow with great strides. Even from Nann City, one could clearly see the Martial Guards in their black armor, forming a black front line that surged forward. These were the Barbarian elites. Three million strong, they marched toward the state gates of Hanyun Valley with the montum to swallow mountains and rivers.
The shrill cry of the horn echoed through the heavens. Thick clouds churned without end, spitting out countless goose-feather snowflakes that danced and whirled in the raging wind. A commander's standard fluttered in the gale. The Martial Guards, having cleared the battlefield, stood motionless beneath the leaden sky.
Chen Yang stood at the front, a long spear on his back and the Three-Foot Green Peak Sword in his hand. Li Kun stood to his left. Behind them were the twelve primary generals. Their battle robes fluttered, their figures forming a majestic backdrop.
But after this battle, how many of them will be able to stand in formation like this again?
The wind howls, and the Yi River is cold; a warrior who leaves will never return.
Chen Yang turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the millions of National Defense soldiers before looking toward the distant Hanyun Valley and the beautiful land beyond.
"As long as I'm here, you're safe," Chen Yang said, a smile tugging at his lips to reveal a row of snow-white teeth.
This vast landscape in these tumultuous tis will always need soone to guard it. It just so happens that I took an oath under the commander's flag eleven years ago. And fortunately, my talent was decent enough to learn the martial arts. It seems they'll finally be put to good use.
Then, Chen Yang's gaze snapped back. He rose with the wind, running across the snow-covered ground—a land ant for vibrant grass and soaring warblers—his speed accelerating. From a distance, he looked like a pouncing tiger, his sudden burst of speed so great that it seed to shatter the very air around him.
CLANG!
I have a sword that can sunder a thousand mountains and rivers.
The gleaming sword edge flashed like pale lightning, streaking across the sky. In the next second, the plains, which hardly deserved to be called snowfields, began to tremble violently, as if a world-shaking dragon had risen from the depths of the earth.
The army moved.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The sword light swept out, and at the forefront of the charge, hundreds of Barbarian Military Guards fell headlong to the ground. However, this incredibly tragic and bloody scene did not cause anyone to pause for even half a second.
WHOOSH!
A white rainbow of light shone in the distance, tearing through the void in an instant.
Has the main event finally arrived? Chen Yang's eyes brightened.
At the sa ti, Chen Yang launched himself from the ground, hurtling straight toward the white rainbow. He slashed out with his Three-Foot Green Peak Sword from afar. Five hundred ters away, Heiqi, clad in black armor, approached with a silver spear.
"I have a sword that can sunder mountains and rivers and cleave the Canghai. Naturally, it can cut you down as well, Heiqi."
Chen Yang leaped up, his longsword slashing down. A cloud of grassy debris exploded from the vast snowfield as his blade plowed a shocking gash in the earth. The attack, as direct and unstoppable as a spear thrust, shot straight toward Heiqi.
Almost simultaneously, Heiqi looked up, quietly observing the gold-clad Chen Yang. A smile touched his lips.
"My wait was not in vain."
Imdiately after, the two Commanders, both warriors of the Saint realm, engaged in a fierce battle.
Outside Hanyun Valley, the largest and most intense battle in history had begun, a brutal war of attrition where lives were traded for lives. Chen Yang and Heiqi began their fight to the death amidst the wind and snow on this frozen plain. Behind these two n hung the fates of millions of Martial Guards and the future of their respective nations.
Midway through the battle, the Barbarian Military Guards, under the command of their seventy-two valiant generals, changed formations several tis. But each ti, they were scattered and broken by the Hanyun Valley Martial Guards, whose morale was soaring. The losses, naturally, were imnse. In every mont, a life was exchanged for a life.
We n do not fear death. What we fear is not dying a worthy death! Behind us is the holand that birthed and raised us. Our families, our loves, and countless innocent people are there, waiting for news of victory. We have been defeated ti and again. How can we let them down once more?
KILL!
Everyone's eyes were bloodshot. Their minds were filled with nothing but conviction and faith. The roars of battle, like great waves crashing against cliffs, echoed through the heavens with thunderous montum.
***
Under Chen Yang and Heiqi's repeated clashes, Phoenix Water Mountain, which stood solitary like a rooster on one leg, had been shaved down by more than half a ter.
Heiqi stood on the right side of the summit, holding a spear over two ters long. His black armor was stained with blood that dripped down his arm, along the spear's shaft, and off the tip to the ground below.
"What do you think now?" Chen Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice slightly hoarse. "You, Heiqi, are nothing special after all."
"You bested by half a move?" The arm Heiqi used to hold his spear was trembling slightly, as were his thoughts.
I anticipated that Chen Yang had entered the Saint realm, but I never imagined that soone so young—barely thirty—would have already stepped into the Earth Saint realm. The most crucial part is that after all this fighting, I haven't gained the slightest advantage.
This realization sent the thoughts of the legendary ruthless Heiqi into a tumble.
Chen Yang simply smiled without a word. He tossed aside the short sword in his hand and took the long spear from his back.
BOOM!
The wind on the mountaintop grew more ferocious.
CRACKLE.
The blizzard suddenly whipped backward, stirring up a cloud of yellow sand.
Heiqi moved with the speed of lightning. His spear shot out like a dragon, tearing a silver streak through the air as its powerful energy swept in all directions.
BOOM!
Wave after wave of spear energy surged forward. Chen Yang twirled his own long spear and t the attack head-on. Sparks filled the dark night, exploding like the world's most brilliant fireworks.
The night deepened. The blizzard peaked in the early morning hours, blanketing the distant forest and the city even farther away in a sheet of white. But even this extre cold could not extinguish the flas of war.
As a sliver of dawn broke on the horizon, the blizzard abruptly ceased. Soon after, a brilliant sun leaped above the horizon, illuminating a deep blue sky.
Chen Yang stood like a statue, holding his spear in one hand. Facing the rising sun, his entire figure was outlined in a brilliant golden light. The battle had raged from afternoon until now. Down at the base of Phoenix Water Mountain, it was the sa.
"You've lost," Heiqi declared. His armor was shattered, and even the war spear in his hand was riddled with notches. Layers of blood were caked on his body. His right arm trembled as he lifted the spear, pointing toward the two armies still clashing below the mountain.
"At this rate, my army will push through Hanyun Valley by noon. With half your Martial Guards fallen here, who is left to stop my Barbarians? Who can stop , Heiqi?
"I once swore that I, Heiqi, would shatter your mountains and rivers, seize your lands, and slaughter your people!" Heiqi let out a savage grin. "Tell , what are you feeling right now?"
Chen Yang remained as still as a stone bell, not moving an inch. His eyes had been fixed on a high mountain in the distance for so ti. After a mont, he suddenly raised his spear and pointed at the mountain range behind Heiqi. "Look."
RUMBLE…
The ground shook and the mountains trembled.
Hm?
The smile on Heiqi's face froze. He whipped his head around.
Before him, a black tide of Martial Guards stretched as far as the eye could see, swarming toward them like a plague of locusts.
HUM.
The mind of the new Barbaric Sovereign roared, and his entire body trembled.
"This… this…" His face turned deathly pale. An army of Martial Guards… they crossed the great mountain in the middle of a blizzard?!
"So tell now," Chen Yang said indifferently. "Who has lost?"
Heiqi was speechless.
"I'll cut you down first!" Heiqi's eyes turned cold, radiating murderous intent.
"Do you rember what I said before? That I have a sword?" Chen Yang narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, they blazed with golden light.
"Sword, co!"
WHOOSH.
The Traveling Dragon Sword, over a ter and a half long, tore through the void. Set against the rising sun, it descended like a divine weapon from the heavens, cutting across the sky.
Heiqi was stunned speechless.
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