"So, the guy surnamed Huang sent you two here to die?"
Jiang Ao completely disregarded Shen Tang and the other person.
However, he didn't mind having another rare and precious fifteenth-grade superior-quality human-headed tiger. After quickly arranging the fate of Shao Chong's head, he thought about what to do with Shen Tang's head, as his study was in need of a landscape pot.
Who could blame them? Even the most discerning eye for beauty would consider Shen Tang's face to be otherworldly. Jiang Ao even considered being careful not to damage her face when he made the cut. If he accidentally disfigured her, she wouldn't be able to be used as a decorative pot anymore.
Shen Tang: "It was the King of Hell who sent us to take your life!"
Jiang Ao laughed: "Quite the boast!"
Besides Shen Tang and Shao Chong, several other allied generals also wanted to join the battle, but the strength of a sixteenth-rank Grand Master was beyond their ability to withstand. Jiang Ao fought two against one while dealing with them in between. In just thirty to fifty exchanges, several of them had been brought to the brink of death three or five times. The luckier ones were able to retreat with minor injuries, while the unluckier ones were seriously wounded and lying on the ground, incapacitated.
Shen Tang directly told them to leave.
In situations like this, it's more of a hindrance than a help.
He also had to be distracted by saving his teammates' lives.
However, her words did not completely calm them down.
“These annoying ants…” Jiang Ao’s palm sucked and pulled, and he grabbed the “annoying ants” by the neck.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Tang stepped in to save the person.
Despite sensing the surging momentum coming from Shen Tang's direction and the chilling sword blade that was upon him in the blink of an eye, Jiang Ao did not release his grip on Shen Tang's hand. Instead, he used his left hand to catch Shen Tang's sword. With a flick of his finger, the sword deflected. He clearly saw the surprise reflected in Shen Tang's beautiful pupils. At the same time, he exerted force with his tiger's mouth, and effortlessly, a soft sound of bones cracking came from his palm.
The "annoying ant" tilted its head, and crimson blood spilled from the corner of its lips.
The still-warm body was carelessly tossed aside by Jiang Ao.
With a single stroke of his five fingers, he conjured a uniquely shaped, jet-black broadsword.
"How could a sword possibly harm me in the slightest?"
"Let me show you what real strength is!"
Jiang Ao raised the knife and casually swung it out.
Buzz—
The battle cries seemed to be swallowed up by the aura of the blades.
Wherever it passed, the air distorted.
A black blade of energy, several tens of feet long, locked Shen Tang in place.
The two were not far apart to begin with, and their arrival was instantaneous, engulfing him completely. Seeing this, Jiang Ao felt a slight pang of regret. This boy was destined to be his decorative subject, but Shao Chong was still around. He could still have a glimpse of that human-headed tiger.
The black blade energy collided head-on with Shen Tang.
The loud bang reached the ears of the nearby living people with overwhelming force.
Martial arts masters and scholars could mitigate the discomfort with their luck, but ordinary soldiers who hadn't even formed a battle formation were in deep trouble. Those closest to the battlefield had their bones shattered and internal organs broken; those a little further away suffered ruptured blood vessels in their brains; the luckiest of them all suffered perforated eardrums. However, this was only the first wave of aftershocks. Even more terrifying and troublesome was the explosion caused by the collision of the sword energy and Chen Tang. At this moment, several layers of literary energy barriers encircled the explosion, and the soldiers formed a defensive array.
"Why don't you just lower the price?"
Jiang Ao turned his head to dodge Shao Chong's sneak attack from behind.
He unleashed a palm strike, engaging Shao Chong in close combat.
Shao Chong's words were less sharp than Shen Tang's; he didn't want to talk trash, nor did he want to talk to trash, but his gradually crimson-tinged black eyes made his attitude clear. Perhaps it was because he was about to receive the highest-grade human head tiger, but Jiang Ao's mood improved somewhat.
"You have a nice head!"
The dust storm had not yet completely dissipated.
"But what are you compared to me!"
Shao Chong met his palm strike, but the latter remained unmoved, while he was sent flying back more than ten feet, nearly suffering a reverse flow of qi and blood. He only stopped when he felt a gentle yet firm force on his back. He didn't need to turn his head to know it was Shen Tang: "This old thing is a bit tough to crack!"
"You're not a dog, why are you gnawing on some cheap bone?" Shen Tang's breathing wasn't very steady, but her complexion looked quite rosy, and she was still in the mood to make lewd remarks. She glanced at Jiang Ao, who looked somewhat surprised, and said, "See? If you don't have any real ability, it's better not to brag. Otherwise, you'll end up like this old man, not only blowing your own horn but also making yourself believe you can do it."
Shao Chong said, "He's got no skills whatsoever!"
Shen Tang sneered: "Indeed, it was a load of crap. That last wave didn't kill me, but it did manage to take down a bunch of our own soldiers. Indiscriminate attacks in war, it would be a joke if Jiang Ao were to be at the top of our army's merit list when the time comes to tally up the achievements."
Shao Chong sensed the anger in Shen Tang's words.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw tiny, crimson snakes trickling down her fingers, flowing onto the hilt and blade of her sword, and her hand gripping the sword trembled slightly. He said, "Your hand is injured..."
Shen Tang said expressionlessly, "I know."
Jiang Ao narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He was too proud.
Arrogance blinded him to Shen Tang's unusual behavior, but Shen Tang parried his blade energy. Although he only used half his strength, it was still comparable to a full-force attack from a fifteenth-rank junior martial artist after accumulating full power. Not only did the opponent parry, but he was only slightly injured?
Jiang Ao suddenly felt that using such a human head as a landscape pot was a waste: "You're not bad. I'll give you a chance. Tell me your name. I don't kill nameless people!"
Shen Tang raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Ao.
"Me? Ha, I'll call you my ancestor!"
Together with Shao Chong, they lured Jiang Ao to the edge of the battlefield.
Jiang Ao acted ruthlessly and without restraint. He had committed countless despicable acts, such as killing innocent people to claim credit for their crimes. Once he got carried away with killing, why would he care whether the victims were enemy soldiers or his own? In his eyes, killing was like a child pouring hot water on an anthill; he didn't care how many ants he killed. They were just insignificant ants!
But Shen Tang and Shao Chong are different.
They need to consider their own side before taking action.
In layman's terms, it means that ultimate skills are banned, so you have to use basic attacks to defeat the boss.
Jiang Ao is a man whose name reflects his arrogance; he is the most proud of men.
He sensed Shen Tang and his companion's scheme and, laughing heartily, gave chase. It wasn't that he had a change of heart and felt his victory was dishonorable; he simply disliked the presence of so many people, which marred his divine, descent to earth appearance. What were the surrounding ants compared to the captivating presence of Shen Tang and his companion?
Thump—
Wei Shou noticed Jiang Ao's movements.
He cursed inwardly: "A leopard can't change its spots!"
Have you forgotten how Chu Yao messed things up back then?
Running away at a time like this...
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As Wei Shou was internally complaining, a gleaming spear thrust towards him. Where the spear tip passed, fine, icy-blue snowflakes drifted up. He clicked his tongue in disbelief; if he were struck, the flesh around the wound would freeze solid.
But, to be fair, that marksmanship combined with the falling snow...
It's truly a feast for the eyes.
"Your martial arts intent is quite sophisticated."
Wei Shou could see through his opponent's true strength at a glance.
The young military general was born refined and gentle, with an elegant demeanor. He seemed harmless, but in reality, his inner workings were deep and his inner turmoil was turbulent.
Why aren't you wearing armor?
The young military officer looked displeased.
Wei Shou's actions were a humiliation to him!
“Of course I don’t want to,” Wei Shou replied rather capriciously.
The young military general naturally showed no mercy. His spear flashed with silver light, transforming into a supple iron whip as he thrust it out: "Since that's the case, you don't need to spare your life!"
The barbs of the iron whip nearly pierced Wei Shou's shoulder blade.
It was a close call; he only lost his clothes.
Wei Shou watched the young general's morale rise steadily and knew that Huang Lie, the cavalry commander, was hiding his true strength. If he didn't take it seriously, he might actually become the enemy's source of military merit.
Helpless, he added a final threat: "You forced me to do this. Anyone who has seen my armor is either blind or dead."
With a stomp of his foot, a delicate pink martial aura enveloped him, instantly transforming into a strange suit of armor—champagne-colored mountain-shaped armor, but the rest of the leather was pink. Thankfully, he had his face covered by a mask; otherwise, where would he put his old face? This color was only favored by young women and scholars who enjoyed romance; on him, it looked rather odd.
The young military officer was indeed taken aback.
Wei Shou didn't hold back, unleashing a powerful aura that didn't match his pink attire, and attacked without warning. His moves were dangerous and cunning, but the young general always felt that his opponent was holding back some of his strength, otherwise he might have been in an even more difficult situation.
Overall, the coalition forces had an overwhelming numerical advantage.
However, the military strength at Chaoli Pass was not weak either.
The key to victory or defeat lies not in these generals, but in the sheer number of the main force. Back then, Shen Tang attempted to break through the shield of morale formed by Gong Xi Chou's more than 10,000 rebel troops under the walls of Xiaocheng, but although he failed, it also reflects that if these ordinary soldiers had enough morale, they could also fight against powerful martial artists, and even capture them in one fell swoop!
An ordinary soldier is cannon fodder.
Two ordinary soldiers are no match for them.
Three or five people gathered together cannot deal with a low-ranking official.
but--
What about one thousand, two thousand, or three thousand?
What about 10,000, 20,000, or 30,000?
Once the number exceeds ten thousand, the military formation can expand further, even undergoing a qualitative leap from quantitative change. Ten thousand men march together, advancing and retreating in unison, forming a unified whole. The main force at Chaoli Pass numbers a full one hundred thousand! Small military formations are transformed into large ones, and in the heat of battle, they are no different from meat grinders. The morale gathered overhead transforms into battering rams, into charging bulls, or into a rain of arrows.
At this moment, cavalry from both sides of the allied forces charged into the enemy lines and cut them off.
Wherever the sharp edge of the long sword passed, the blood of the dead stained the path.
The charging warhorses, along with the soldiers on their backs, were like a rapidly moving hill, and both sides had their share of such hills. Before half a quarter of an hour had passed, a faint, ominous mist of blood had already enveloped the battlefield.
Qin Li looked at his lord, who was sitting firmly in the center of the army, and bowed from afar. The latter waved his hand and said, "Gongsu, let the people of Chaoli Pass see if we, these grasshoppers, really have the ability to slay dragons!"
Slaying dragons is not just a legend.
People like Zheng Qiao can hardly be considered dragons.
Qin Li replied, "Yes."
An eerie, thick fog rose from all directions!
Its range encompasses the entire battlefield!
Whether it was the enemy in front of them or their comrades-in-arms, they were all engulfed by the thick fog, so thick that they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces, which was terrifying.
Wu Xian's troops, however, remained calm.
The appearance of dense fog signifies that the strategist has taken action.
Chu Yao was juggling his duties with caring for his lord and his troops—fortunately, while they lacked many things, they had no shortage of scholars and intellectuals, so he managed to manage everything with ease. Seeing the extent of the dense fog, he knew Qin Li's strength had improved again. This fog was all Qin Li's literary energy! From this glimpse, he could see the whole picture; Qin Li must possess the literary skill, and a highly accomplished one at that…
"Perhaps the way of the scholar has also been perfected..."
The word "perfection" made Chu Yao slightly agitated. Although his scholarly way could help him avoid crises, its uses were limited, it couldn't be applied to the battlefield, and it wasn't even under his control. Although he had a general idea of achieving perfection, Chu Yao hadn't completely figured it out yet.
Luan Xin said, "Isn't he just making things worse?"
Despite the thick fog, Wu Xian's army moved freely.
Moving freely through the thick fog, unstoppable.
The other allies could also hear the commands, but lacking coordination, it was uncertain how effective they would be. Luan Xin scoffed, "Such incompleteness, can it be called the perfection of the scholar's way?"
He looked up at the sky again.
He said, "The timing is perfect."
As he finished speaking, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The drizzle carried the literary air of Luan Xin. If one could see his literary air, one would find that it gradually converged into a giant spider web. The person covered by the rain was a point on the spider web, connected by the literary air to form a "whole".
Meanwhile, the dense fog in some areas gradually dissipated.
Qin Li was the first to notice the change.
He suddenly turned his head to look in Luan Xin's direction.
Across the surging crowd, Luan Xin was also looking at him.
Qin Li couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Is this the power of secret words, or Luan Xin's way of the scholar?
In the previous Dragon-Slaying Squad, Luan Xin had only made a few moves, but that didn't mean no one knew about it. Qin Li had traveled with Luan Xin before and witnessed his scholarly approach, but the effect was to boost morale.
There was never any rain to dispel the fog, nor the ability to distinguish friend from foe.
This thought didn't linger in my mind for long.
The war situation is dire; this is not the time to consider such things.
Chu Yao noticed Luan Xin's unusual behavior.
"Justice?"
The latter turned his head extremely slowly, his expression somewhat blank. Compared to normal people, Luan Xin's reactions were already slow, and now they were even slower. It took several breaths before Luan Xin replied to his question: "It's alright, it's just a drawback of the scholar's way."
Chu Yao looked at Xun Zhen and his son, who were stirring up trouble, and then at Kang Shi, who was eager to gamble. Even Ning Yan, who had been keeping a low profile lately, had secretly made a move. After a moment's thought, he handed Luan Xin to Jiang Sheng: "Xian Deng, send someone to protect Gong Yi's safety. I'm going down to meet some old friends and reconnect with them."
The young military general who was intercepting Wei Shou was about to give up.
Jiang Ao did not command the central army; the command of the army at Chaoli Pass was in the hands of Jiang Ao's confidants. However, the enemy clearly lacked experience in major battles, and they panicked at the first sign of trouble. Although the fighting was not depleting Wei Shou's troops, he could not stand idly by. Once the young general was dealt with, Wei Shou would be able to gather his personal guards for a counterattack; Chu Yao had experienced his madman-like fighting style firsthand.
Wei Shou's defense was like that of a turtle that never recovers.
Once they're released from captivity, they're like mad turtles.
Jiang Sheng's lips twitched, but he could only reluctantly agree.
"Take care, Wu Hui, and may your literary career flourish!"
Looking at the allied forces, it seems that only their own scribes are not in the rear, but are all crowding the front lines. Isn't this abnormal?
Every scribe has their own preferred starting incantation.
Chu Yao was no exception.
"To sink in water or plunge into fire is to invite one's own destruction!"
A vast amount of literary energy poured out from the Danfu Wengong.
The literary energy coalesced, instantly transforming into a colossal dragon forty or fifty feet long, its scales lifelike, each radiating a sinister and malevolent aura. The dragon's eyes darted about, gazing down from the sky, and locked onto Wei Shou below. Wei Shou, with his keen senses, immediately became wary.
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Wei Shou: Wearing this armor makes it difficult to deal damage...
While designing this character, I was watching a short video. There was a Russian guy in a tight pink ruffled skirt who kicked a thug. After watching it, I had only one thought: Ah, real men should wear pink!
PS: "Retreat the Emperor" has its 23rd Alliance Leader! Thank you, Qin Ruofan baby (`) Sending love
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