Barbarian King?

The barbarian king Yao Li defeated the dragon's breath.

Just two quarters of an hour.

The southern border city was reduced to ruins, and more than half of the hundred generals in the city were killed or wounded.

The towering city walls collapsed into dust, the sky was filled with blood, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

As night fell, a fire still burned on the ruins.

In the makeshift military tent, the smell of medicine and blood mixed together, making it hard to breathe.

Qin Shu walked in quickly with his personal guards. All the military and civil officials in the tent bowed to salute him, but he only waved his hand impatiently in return.

Qin Shu's expression was stern, and he asked hurriedly, "Where's my brother?"

Ren Xuan clasped his fists and stepped out of the group, his voice steady, "Your Majesty was about to go out this afternoon, and several ministers, in a moment of panic, knocked someone unconscious. We're currently rescuing him in the camp."

Qin Shu nodded slightly when he heard this, and said concisely: "As long as he's alive. How is Jamel Xiao?"

The doctor in the Chinese medicine clinic paused and said, "Your Highness, Lord Xiao's heart meridians are completely destroyed and he is beyond saving."

Qin Shu glanced at the medical officer and asked, "Where is Wen Congren?"

Ren Xuan: "Wen Congren was abducted by the barbarians."

Qin Shu's eyes were as cold as iron, and he got straight to the point: "How many people are left?"

Cai Feng lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "Among the four towns, Yue Anshan was slightly injured, and Xiao Jingxiu was seriously injured. Two generals of the six armies were killed. More than half of the twelve guards were killed or wounded."

The atmosphere in the tent was stagnant, almost suffocating.

Qin Shu's face remained calm as he continued in a cold voice, "Inform all cities and regions that His Majesty is in good health. The Barbarian King Yao Li went deep into the southern border but returned empty-handed, earning nothing but a reputation."

"The Barbarian King can alter the aura of the land, making the city's martial arts restrictions unreliable. Ten inner court officials will be selected to rewrite Qin Xuan's aura and declare to the public, 'Your Majesty has relocated to Longyuan.'"

"Relief will be sent first, and the corpses in the city will be cleared immediately. Yao Li has a ferocious beast in his hands that can devour souls and become powerful."

His voice was like a knife falling:

"Send a message to Fang Ci, the twenty-one cities of the Dragon Vein, with a thousand people in formation, to start a war against the enemy and create a martial arts ban. Since we can't win, then everyone should give up their skills."

"Return Lu Shi'an to the headquarters. He and Wen Congren have a letter of command that will help them locate the barbarians. Draw a military map based on the letter, and send it to the various counties every half an hour."

Qin Shu raised his eyes and said in a stern tone: "You have entered my territory openly. Don't let Yao Li leave alive."

The crowd dispersed, leaving only the flickering candlelight in the tent.

Qin Shu beckoned Ren Xuan over and asked simply, "Is Xiyun back?"

Ren Xuan said truthfully, "The prince arrived half a quarter of an hour earlier than you and is now in the doctor's tent."

He paused. "The Barbarian King's technique leaves hidden injuries, and only one in ten survivors survives. His Majesty said... Lord Lu may not survive this night."

Qin Shu stood up and said without a moment's delay: "Go to the doctor's tent."

Just as he was about to take a step forward, Qin Shu suddenly stopped for a moment. He paused and sighed: "Let's go see Jamel Xiao first."

Lu Xingchuan was Yunzhong's own man, so even if he died, Yunzhong's troops would be able to hold their ground. But if Xiao Jingyuan died here, the morale of the Southern Xinjiang army would surely be shaken.

In order to maintain order in the overall situation, Qin Shu must prioritize the importance he attaches to southern Xinjiang.

Ren Xuan nodded in agreement. Muran felt that Qin Shu's life was not easy either.

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The night was dark, the wind was howling, but the doctor's tent was dead silent.

The aroma of medicine mixed with the smell of blood made people feel stuffy in their chests.

After a long while, Qin Xuan finally spoke in a low voice, revealing a sense of suppressed powerlessness: "Sir, I won't hide it from you. Lord Lu's current breath is all inherited from Xiao Jingyuan's Bodhi Mingxin. The Lord is not conscious now. If you insist on writing the fate letter, you will only sacrifice yourself."

Lu Xiyun's fingertips trembled slightly, but he forced himself to hold them down. The young man's eyes were filled with determination: "Shi'an was injured more seriously than my uncle back then, and Congren was able to save him..."

Qin Xuan sighed softly, his eyes filled with complexity and heaviness. "Sir, if Mr. Wen were here, I wouldn't stop you. But Mr. Wen himself doesn't even know whether he's alive or dead. Right now, no one in the camp is willing to use a life-saving note to save someone. If the Marquis's condition worsens, he'll only drag you to death."

Lu Xiyun tensed up her body, her eyes fixed on Lu Xingchuan's chest. The faint rise and fall of his chest seemed as if it would completely disappear in the next breath.

The young man's eyes were filled with bewilderment and confusion. He knew only that his uncle wouldn't survive the night alone. He knew only that the fate note was the only way to share their fate.

He knelt down directly in front of Qin Xuan:

"Your Majesty... Please... I really... I have no other choice..."

Qin Xuan's heart tightened for a moment, and he quickly leaned over to help him: "Don't be like this, my lord. Get up quickly!"

He exerted force with his hands, but before he could pull the person up even a little, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted.

The night wind blew in, and Qin Shu, who came in through the curtain, glanced at the scene and paused.

Qin Xuan's mind went blank for three seconds in this situation. He opened his mouth subconsciously, almost as a conditioned reflex, to explain himself: "Third Brother, please listen to my explanation——"

Qin Shu didn't wait for him to explain, but walked straight forward and quickly helped the man up.

His voice was gentle, but when he looked at Qin Xuan, it was filled with undeniable coldness: "Why are you kneeling to him?"

Qin Xuan was choked by the coldness of the voice and coughed dryly: "The prince is determined to use the life letter, which is really too dangerous."

Lu Xiyun didn't care. The young man tightly grasped the corner of Qin Shu's sleeve, his voice trembling: "Qin Shu... my uncle can't hold on any longer... I have to save him..."

Qin Shu looked down at the hand that was clutching the corner of his sleeve, his knuckles were white and trembling.

The mist in the young man's eyes even washed away his usual composure. He was like a drowning person, desperately trying to find the last straw.

Qin Shu's eyes were deep. He was silent for a moment before he raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of Lu Xiyun's hand. His tone was low and steady, "I know you're worried. But the fate letter can only share your fate, it won't help. The most urgent thing is to bring Wen Congren back."

Immediately, he looked up at Qin Xuan, his voice tightened: "Have you been to see Jamel Xiao?"

Qin Xuan nodded, his tone rather helpless: "I was kicked out."

Qin Shu was not surprised and continued to ask: "You have read it, what is the conclusion?"

Qin Xuan's expression darkened. "His heart meridians are destroyed, and no medicine can cure him. It's a miracle that he didn't die on the spot."

Qin Shu shook his head, his tone cold: "It's not a miracle, it's Wen Congren's hidden chess piece."

He spoke slowly, each word as clear as iron: "Wen Congren used the Halting Nail. Can you use it?"

Qin Xuan was startled, his brow furrowed. "That's a method used by the Spirit Realm lineage, and has nothing to do with medicine. Halting and locking the vital energy can suppress the flow of vital energy to the utmost, freezing the flow of qi and blood, and forcibly suppressing a person's qi to the brink of death. But suspending this technique is limited to three days at most. Any longer and it will cause irreversible damage to the brain."

He paused, his expression changing slightly. "The Halting Nail is usually sealed very deep. How did you find it?"

Qin Shu said indifferently: "I didn't find out. It was Jamel Xiao who said it. Jamel Xiao finally sent him a message."

Qin Shu was also convinced by this. With so many people, no one cared about the family members.

Qin Shu also had some opinions about Xiao Jingxiu's injuries: "I asked him to stay with you and protect you, why did you let him go?"

Qin Xuan was helpless: "...How would I know what orders you gave him?"

He coughed dryly and said, "Although I have never dabbled in this technique, the difficulty of stopping this method is not the method, but the location. If I know where Wen Congren has sealed it, I can copy it directly."

Qin Shu nodded. He raised his hand and firmly pressed Lu Xiyun's shoulder. His eyes were as steady as a mountain. "Xiyun, in three days, I will bring Wen Congren back and rescue Lu Xingchuan."

He just kept assuring and comforting her: "Trust me. I'll handle it. I guarantee that Lu Xingchuan will be safe and sound."

Lu Xiyun's fingertips were still trembling, but they were held down by the steady force.

The palm that covered him was so powerful, as if it was eager to tell him - don't panic, I'm here.

Many words surged in his throat, but in the end they turned into a very light "Okay".

The panic in the young man's eyes had not completely disappeared. He lowered his head, clutching the corner of his sleeve tightly, but still entrusted his life and death to these words.

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The night wind was howling, and the murderous aura between heaven and earth was silent.

In the twenty-one cities along the dragon vein of southern Xinjiang, martial arts bans were born from the dragon veins, layer upon layer, forming an endless giant net that spreads straight out.

Throughout the thirty counties of southern Xinjiang, the Qi was locked, and the Yuan Power of heaven and earth was forcibly banned.

On the lonely cliff, the Barbarian King Yao Lin's brows suddenly furrowed. Even though he possessed super-level cultivation, he was suppressed to less than the fourth level under this sudden martial arts ban.

The barbarian masters who came with him were no different from ordinary people.

In the distance, a barbarian expert scouts the way and reports, "Senior Ancestor King, the entire border within a hundred miles is also covered by a martial arts ban. The Khan is investigating the source of this martial arts ban. I suggest that you temporarily find a place to avoid its impact."

The way home—no more.

Upon hearing this, Yao Li suddenly smiled: "Temporarily take refuge? The person who can allow me to take refuge temporarily has not yet been born!"

He took a step forward, forcing the surrounding cliffs to tremble with force, and his voice was terrifying: "I am not at the Yuanhua Martial Realm, and those dry warriors are just like you, just a bunch of waste!"

His eyes were cold and icy. "If you want to avoid it, go ahead and do it yourself. I will cross this border today and let you see!"

Yao Li made harsh remarks, but deep down, he was not as confident as he appeared.

The overwhelming martial arts ban was like a giant net, suppressing his cultivation.

The once invincible body was now forcibly imprisoned and fell to less than the fourth level.

This unfamiliar feeling of powerlessness brought up a long-lost irritability and anxiety in his heart.

He shouted harshly, but in fact, there was only one thought in his mind - he must leave this place as soon as possible.

The auras of those high-level warriors who accompanied them were all locked up, and they were even worse than the lowest-ranking soldiers.

To the Barbarian King, trash is nothing but a burden.

The next moment, he suddenly rose up, abandoned these burdens, and headed towards the border alone without looking back.

Yao Li had not been running for long when he saw the border town in the distance across a canyon.

He stepped into the valley, and suddenly the world changed.

Layer upon layer of array patterns emerged from the void, blocking off all directions like chains.

The young man in red stepped forward, his breath steady and his eyes cold: "If you lose them, no formation master will be able to help you."

Yao Li's heart sank, and he instantly realized that they had been being followed the entire time.

The Barbarian King shouted, "Who are you?"

The young man did not answer, but asked instead: "You are the one who wants to kill Qin Xuan while I am away?"

Yao Limuran laughed heartily, full of contempt: "Your emperor? I've already killed him!"

Yuan Feng's brows furrowed suddenly, and his tone became completely solemn: "No."

As the young man finished speaking, thousands of array lights suddenly surged, and chain-like runes closed in from all directions.

Layer upon layer, blocking off the entire world.

The Barbarian King's eyes suddenly froze, and the blood and energy around him suddenly stagnated, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on his head, even his pulse and breathing were slowed down for a moment.

He sneered, his eyes like blades: "Heh... Just you, you dare to trap me?"

The young man who was nearby took action, and black runes spread out from Yuan Feng's fingers.

In an instant, the spiritual power was shaken, and the light and shadow of the entire canyon were dimmed.

Yuan Feng's voice was full of teasing, and he said calmly, "Barbarian King? My family is a hunter family."

The young man raised his hand.

Lightning flashed across the earth, and everything was shocked.

According to legend, if a mortal wants to become a god, he must go through three levels of thunder tribulation.

At this moment, a thunderstorm struck the valley.

Forbidden Technique - Jedi Tongtian.

Yuan Feng's eyes half-closed, his expression lazy, but his voice was clear beneath the thunder: "This forbidden technique is forged to imitate the divine calamity. Only those who are close to the realm of the gods can be locked and sensed by it."

The young man said casually, "You're the first person to make it work."

Lightning becomes a catastrophe, lightning blades pierce the sky,

The Barbarian King's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine.

He shifted his body and crossed a hundred feet to barely avoid the core of the lightning strike.

Thunder pierced the earth, rocks exploded, and the ancient rocks turned into powder.

But before the afterimage could stabilize, a second bolt of lightning tore through the void again, striking down with immense power.

The heaven and earth blocked his way all around, completely blocking his escape route.

The murderous intent did not come from the enemy in front of him, but from this valley, this sky, and the entire situation of heaven and earth.

It was like he wasn't fighting an enemy, but rather being hunted.

And that hunter was none other than the careless young man before him.

The thunderstorms intertwined, shook, and crushed, like locks, shackles, and a prison of life and death.