The Prairie Khan was, for Du Chengfeng, still just a legendary na.
Although Du Chengfeng had also encountered quite a number of prairie warriors and knew that the Prairie Khan was preparing to lead troops southward, he could never have imagined that this Prairie Khan would be so bold, even venturing alone into the emperor’s tomb, facing the giant alone.
But what surprised him even more was finding himself fighting alongside this Prairie Khan one day.
"Kill!!!"
The burly man swung his trident spear, his eyes filled with frenzied battle intent.
"Die!"
Zheng—
Just as the trident spear was about to stab at the massive giant, the shadow of a Heavy Great Saber blocked the deadly blade in its tracks.
The shadow ford by the pitch-black Evil Qi was all too familiar to Du Chengfeng, and the War Blade phantom in the opponent’s hand was exactly the sa as the weapon he currently wielded.
That was the fat Yang from the Yang family in Ji Bei, or rather, he was Yang Huchi, the great general under South Chen Taizu.
"What, not joining him in action?"
On the massive throne, South Chen Taizu turned his gaze to Du Chengfeng.
"He’s giving you a chance, are you really not going to heed him? If the two of you work together, perhaps you can really defeat ."
"..."
Facing the talkative giant, Du Chengfeng remained silent.
He had thought about taking action, but he always felt now was not the right ti. Although this seed like the best opportunity, he still chose to wait.
The Great Saber in his hand carried a hint of warmth, dispelling the surrounding madness for him.
Yes, madness, just when South Chen Taizu transford into a giant once again, that oppressive atmosphere around them had already disappeared.
In its place was sothing deeper and darker.
The dark elent solidified into a shadow and thrust a spear towards Du Chengfeng.
It was a shadow of a general Du Chengfeng did not recognize, but the spear in his hand was one he did know—if he rembered correctly, he had seen it from the mory of so assassin, a state-protecting Divine Soldier known as the Soft Vine Spear, now fiercely striking at his throat.
The Heavy Great Saber deflected the spear shaft, but the spear tip twisted back in an eerie fashion.
Another retractable short spear slid out from Du Chengfeng’s sleeve, accurately blocking the sharp spear tip.
"Yes! Good! Well done! Just like that!"
Watching the fierce battle between Du Chengfeng and the Prairie Khan, the giant clapped continuously.
"Marvelous! Good! This is what I wanted to see! Since both of you want sothing from , show what you can do!"
"You madman..."
Holding the trident spear tightly, the Prairie Khan gritted his teeth, his battle no longer as easy as his initial entrance made it seem.
Just because his opponents had increased from one to three.
Three shadow generals wielding various weapons had surrounded the Prairie Khan. Despite his extraordinary martial skills, battling them all was proving daunting.
This prompted the Prairie Khan to turn and shout.
"Hey! You over there! Aren’t you going to lend a hand!"
"..."
Engaged in battle, Du Chengfeng remained silent.
Helping was not possible. His own battle wasn’t light either—the Prairie Khan was facing three shadow generals, but he had already encountered four: two wielding spears, one with a longsword, and the last mounted on horseback, wielding a massive long-handled iron staff.
Evidently, South Chen Taizu was rather displeased with him and decided to give him a more intense challenge.
Yet, even if there were no shadow generals around, Du Chengfeng still wouldn’t want to help. Even though both he and the Prairie Khan were heavily besieged and had no opportunity to fight back, he always felt there was sothing strangely off about this battle.
He always felt the current skirmish couldn’t really be called a true battle.
It was more like the giant simply venting anger.
Yes, that’s the feeling—he could actually feel South Chen Taizu’s emotions—which was why he thought this didn’t feel like a real fight. After all, it’s not that he hadn’t fought before. When both sides wield weapons and battle for their reasons, it’s the clash of wills and skills, determined to see a victor.
Not like this, neither firm nor pure.
Just swinging weapons back and forth.
This didn’t seem like a battle, at least not one Du Chengfeng had experienced before. Instead, it felt more like sothing he was familiar with or sothing he had experienced many tis.
"Screech—"
The sharp spear tip, condensed from the dark Evil Qi, tore through Du Chengfeng’s clothing, causing so things to fall to the ground.
There was a money pouch, copper coins, a fire starter, and a short knife hidden inside his clothes.
And a Grinding Stone he carried with him.
"...Hmm?"
Du Chengfeng’s eyebrows suddenly knitted tightly.
The vague intuition beca clear.
Yes, exactly, the current feeling—it’s not so much fighting the shadow generals as it is sharpening a blade.
This clear understanding of the will and consciousness was no different from when he was Grinding Stone.
"...How is this possible?"
Facing the siege of four shadow generals, Du Chengfeng beca sowhat lost.
No, this can’t happen. There are still four ferocious figures in front of him that could cut him down at any mont; he mustn’t lose focus—in this mont, however, Du Chengfeng couldn’t control his own consciousness.
It was as if, like the first ti he sharpened a blade, his consciousness was drawn to so powerful weapon.
Was it the two spears? Was it the double-handed iron staff? Or was it the shadow longsword that had just grazed his body, leaving a thin line of blood?
No, none of those—all of those were weapons ford by condensed Evil Qi, not the real weapons themselves.
Or you might say, these shadow generals condensed from Evil Qi were another form of weapon.
But Du Chengfeng’s consciousness wasn’t imrsed in these shadow generals, and these shadow generals were not real weapons—but this made Du Chengfeng even more confused; after all, this was a bloody fight, a mont where every second counted. What was the real weapon? When would he regain consciousness?
"Huh?"
Just as Du Chengfeng was extrely anxious, his consciousness suddenly returned.
His limbs were intact, and he wasn’t in the form of a weapon, aning he had indeed regained his thoughts.
But when he looked up, he suddenly found he wasn’t in the subterranean emperor’s tomb but rather in an old prison instead.
"This..."
Du Chengfeng vaguely sensed sothing.
He had indeed found the real weapon.
It was a human weapon nad South Chen Taizu.
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