My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 558 - 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_6
Chapter 558: Chapter 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_6
“With this formation,”
the High Priest explained unhurriedly, “not only are the people of Hongze Camp fearless in death, but our warriors of the Heavenly Clan will also enter a savage state of fearlessness in death.”
“That’s great!”
The Martial Saint of the Duan Clan, holding a long spear, said: “As long as our army doesn’t collapse, I don’t believe Chen Sansi can fight his way to us through a hundred thousand troops!”
“Even if he can, how much True Qi could he possibly have left?!”
“…”
…
“Boom——”
On the battlefield.
Without the Martial Saint to support them.
Chen Sansi, wielding dual spears, slaughtered as if mowing down grass.
A thousand!
Two thousand!
Three thousand!
His True Qi was inexhaustible, and with the Fasting Pill he had taken, he could only grow tired from killing, but never exhausted!
Hongze Camp closely followed right behind him.
Their momentum was unstoppable!
Faced with such ferocity, a look of fear appeared on the faces of the barbarian warriors, most of whom hesitated with their weapons and dared not advance any further.
The next step was a rout!
After the great defeat.
They would be able to reach the summit with the greatest speed.
Just at this moment.
Black mist spread between heaven and earth.
This black mist transformed into tiny black bugs, burrowing into the orifices of the barbarian warriors, while the soldiers of Hongze Camp were protected by Mystical Energy, unaffected.
“Damn it, what is this?!”
This scene.
Was visible to the naked eye.
Wang Zhi pulled his blade from the body of an enemy and looked up at the black mist in the sky.
He saw.
After being baptized by the black mist.
The already retreating, nearly crumbling barbarian soldiers suddenly fell into a mad state, their eyes blood-red, movements wild, and roaring as they charged into combat, looking like crazed beasts.
“Damn it, it’s definitely sorcery!”
Chu Shixiong gritted his teeth and said: “These people are no longer afraid of death!”
“So it seems…”
Amidst the battle, Cao Zhi was already out of breath: “Can’t we make them rout? Without them routing, how are we supposed to ascend the mountain?
Ahead.
There were still over sixty thousand barbarian troops, with twenty thousand more pursuers behind.
In a situation where the enemy, like “zombies,” did not fear death, they had no way out except one, which was, to kill!
Charge up!
Kill as many as stand in the way!
“Hum——”
In the forefront of Hongze Camp.
Underneath the sky drenched in bloodlight, a silver spear was raised high.
“Hongze Camp!”
“Charge!”
“I.”
“Will clear the way for you!”
The long spear swept across.
A thousand troops shattered!
Under the surging True Qi, regardless of how many enemies stood ahead, all were reduced to mangled limbs and bodies.
“Bring it on!”
In the [Unrivaled] state, Chen Sansi felt the layers of War Intent stack up, experiencing what it meant to have endless amplification. As long as he didn’t fall, he could continue to gain strength!
Previously.
He hadn’t been completely confident.
Because Chen Sansi knew.
On Langju Xu Mountain, there would at least be one person in the Late Stage of Qi Refining or even Qi Refining Perfection overseeing.
After all.
This was their plan of many decades.
And even if Chen Sansi was a strong Martial Saint, he was still only a Martial Saint.
Theoretically speaking, his combat power was roughly equivalent to the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, but if he were to confront someone in the Late Stage of Qi Refining, even using all his spells, what were his chances of victory?
But!
Since the barbarians refused to rout, insisting on blocking the way here.
Then might as well fight all the way up and stack the Unrivaled War Intent to its limit!
The Main General personally cleared the way for his troops.
The soldiers of Hongze Camp reached an unprecedented peak of exhilaration.
Wang Zhi’s face contorted fiercely, as if influenced by the black mist as well, roaring:
“Hongze Camp!”
“Charge!”
“Kill——”
Five thousand!
Eight thousand!
Ten thousand men!
Strike down the enemy, break through ten thousand!
In the end, the enemy’s fresh blood struck against the Protective True Qi, almost forming a blood wall; Chen Sansi had long forgotten how many people he had killed; he only knew that his field of vision was becoming narrower, narrowing to just the altar on the mountain top.
Atop his Li Quan Spear, war intent surged tumultuously and his killing intent was boundless, destroying everything that stood in his way, be it living beings or lifeless objects!
Five miles!
Two miles!
Hundred paces!
Finally!
Under the direct witness of the four Great Khans of the barbarian tribes.
Under the fearful eyes of those three barbarian Martial Saints.
Under the astonished gaze of that High Priest of the Witch God Sect.
In a white robe and carrying two long spears, stepping on Blood River, with boundless war intent, he ascended the mountain top!
Before the altar, there was a deathly silence!
What had they just.
Seen?!
A single man in a white robe, had struck down over ten thousand enemies!
Not only had he struck down more than ten thousand enemies!
Moreover, he had reached the altar unscathed!
In the annals of history, there had never been a record of slaying so many enemies.
But this was not impossible.
After all, the world is vast and boundless.
Perhaps Great Ancestor Sheng Cao Xie could have done it.
Perchance the legend marked in history as the greatest Martial Saint ever could have achieved this.
The reason it had not occurred in reality was firstly because no one could kill that many, any army would have crumbled and been defeated, with no chance to face and kill so many people, and secondly, no top combatant would exhaust themselves, risking others taking advantage of their weakened state.
Yet!
This man in a white robe, by virtue of his Martial Saint Realm, not only could kill more than ten thousand enemies, but also…
He showed no signs of exhaustion!
That’s right!
He was not yet exhausted!
Tuoba Jinfeng and others had watched with their own eyes how, within two hours, he had fought his way from the mountain’s base to the top; the initial illusion they harbored of having him die of exhaustion also completely vanished.
Even a man forged out of iron should have been exhausted between four thousand and five thousand enemies, still within the realm of understanding.
Ten thousand slayings!
What concept is this!
As fellow Martial Saints, why is there such a great disparity?
“The last hour of tea time.”
The High Priest of the Witch God Sect maintained the formation, commanding the few Martial Saints in front of him, “Have you not stopped him yet? Or do you need me to lend you a hand?!”
Contrary to his expectations,
the three Martial Saints did not cower, but actively met the challenge head-on.
They were indeed shocked, but not fearful; in their hearts, there was only defiance and puzzlement.
Practicing Martial Arts all their lives,
what they saw today had nearly completely demolished the Martial Arts Realm they had built up over time.
The three could not understand why someone could achieve such feats.
Again the same mantra.
Anyone who achieves the realm of Martial Saint has their own pride.
When someone strips away that pride, life doesn’t hold as much importance to them anymore.
“I don’t believe it!”
“I can’t believe it!”
The Martial Saint wielding a giant hammer, in a state of collapse, spoke with a voice tinged with maniacal sobbing, “I have practiced Martial Arts for forty-eight years, what I saw today is unheard of!”
“Indeed!”
The Martial Saint holding a spear unleashed all his True Qi, stepping forward with a resolve to die, “If I avoid today, how can I face others calling myself a Martial Saint!”
Tuoba Jinfeng didn’t speak.
But the sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed.
Killing intent filled the air!
“Clang——”
Instantly.
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The three Martial Saints.
Using all their life’s effort and martial prowess, launched a full-force strike towards the man in the white robe.
What met them,
was a dragon’s roar, cutting through the black fog!
“Boom——”
When the dust had settled,
only three figures were seen, kneeling dead on the ground.
A figure in a white robe walked out from among them, holding a Li Quan Spear in his hand, carrying the tsunami-like True Qi, and the war intent accumulated from slaying over ten thousand enemies, moving slowly towards the High Priest of the Witch God Sect on the altar.
