Chapter 157: Chapter 155: The Rage of Yue Fei_1
More and more positions were being lost! The sounds of intense fighting continued to weaken, and the Qin Dynasty soldiers still fighting had begun to despair, their morale waning, their combat effectiveness greatly diminished.
"This should be my last campaign, yet it ends in failure!" The hoary-headed old general stood amidst piles of corpses, wielding his long saber in his right hand, his left hand stroking his bloodstained beard. His fading eyes revealed deep concern. He was not worried for his own life, but for the future of the Empire.
"Kill him! He’s almost done for!" a disciple from the Wan Dao Domain shouted arrogantly, raising his weapon and charging forward. Before he could take more than a few steps, his neck was slashed by the battle-saber, and blood gushed out.
The old general might be aged, but his tiger-like valor remained!
The surrounding disciples looked at the old general with fear on their faces, hesitating to attack. All of them were terrified; no one wanted to stick their neck out.
"A bunch of trash!"
Finally, a handsome youth dressed in fine robes, wearing a jade crown, strode forward. He held a battle sword in his hand, from which blood constantly dripped.
"Young Sect Master!"
All the disciples bowed respectfully, clearing a path for him.
The young man’s expression was calm. Beneath his sword-like brows were a pair of incredibly profound eyes, glinting with starlight, as if one could see an entire starfield within them.
He was none other than Wan Hongfei, the Young Sect Master of the Qunxian Sect!
"Die!"
Wan Hongfei’s eyebrow twitched. His battle sword moved like a swift wind, carrying with it a starlight radiance that changed the very colors of the surrounding world.
The terrifying Sword Qi, like a dragon, roamed between heaven and earth. Before anyone could react, it pierced the old general’s chest, extinguishing a vibrant soul.
"HISS! Worthy of the Young Sect Master, to so easily defeat a Heavenly Realm Martial Artist!" one disciple exclaimed.
"I heard the Young Sect Master is only twenty-one, yet he already possesses Transcendent Realm cultivation! That’s truly terrifying. I doubt many across the entire Primitive Continent can compare!" another chimed in.
"Rumor has it that the Young Sect Master possesses the thirty-ninth-ranked ’Deep Sea Starry Sky Physique’! The Sect Master ordered the attack on the Qin Empire to pave the way for him, to contend for the chance of immortality!" a third added.
The disciples who witnessed this discussed it animatedly, their voices filled with immense respect.
"Continue to kill the enemy and serve the sect!"
Hearing the words of his martial brothers, Wan Hongfei was inwardly gleeful. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a pleased smile, but he maintained a composed facade as he ordered.
"We obey the Young Sect Master’s decree!"
The disciples paid their respects, their morale soaring.
「Six hours later」
Ninety percent of the garrison had fallen. Over 700,000 soldiers of the Qin Dynasty were eternally laid to rest here. Blood gurgled and flowed towards the Han River, forming a river of blood tens of miles long. So many had died that the sky itself had turned crimson. The dispersing blood mist accumulated high above, resembling thick, heavy clouds.
"You have lost!"
On the distant battlefield, the Five Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect glanced towards the Han River. Taking in the wretched state of the Qin Dynasty soldiers, their spirits soared, and their attacks grew even fiercer.
Wang Yangming and Yuan Tiangang watched with furious eyes, their hearts aching to the extreme. These fallen soldiers were all fine sons of the Qin Dynasty, now tragically slaughtered by invaders.
Fury! Boundless fury!
"I’ll fight you to the death!" Wang Yangming roared, his voice like the tragic cry of a cuckoo spitting blood. His body erupted with a dense, sanguine light. Even the golden book above his head turned blood-red, emanating a terrifying aura. His bloodshot eyes stared intently at the Five Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect, a savage light flickering within them.
Yuan Tiangang’s expression changed. He’s burning his heart blood! Although he didn’t recognize the technique Wang Yangming was using, he could sense that the heart blood in Wang Yangming’s body was rapidly diminishing, converting into pure energy. Heart blood refers to the essence of blood within the heart; losing too much can result in incurable injuries.
"Shouren Brother, you..." Yuan Tiangang wanted to stop him; he couldn’t bear to see Wang Yangming crippled by such a devastating loss of heart blood.
"The soldiers of the Qin Dynasty must not have died in vain!" Wang Yangming roared. His hands formed rapid seals; the ancient book above him, now blood-red, radiated a dazzling brilliance as it began to brew a terrifying attack. This attack was fueled by his heart blood! The more heart blood he poured into it, the more powerful it would become.
"He’s going for broke! Everyone, be careful!" one of the Qunxian Ancestors yelled.
The Five Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect wore solemn expressions as they took out several more defensive treasures to shield themselves. The haphazard collection looked rather ungainly, like clumsy tortoise shells.
"KILL!"
Just as Wang Yangming’s attack was about to coalesce!
Just as Yuan Tiangang, grieving inwardly, resolved to fight desperately!
Just as the Five Ancestors of the Qunxian Sect stood on guard, reinforcing their defenses!
A resonant voice suddenly boomed from the northern sky, followed by the earth-shattering thunder of hooves, like cracks of heavenly lightning, echoing in everyone’s ears.
Everyone engaged in battle looked north!
They saw a tide of crimson rapidly approaching—a terrifying wave of Evil Qi, the very aura of death’s embrace!
"Reinforcements have arrived!"
"The reinforcements from the Qin Empire have arrived!"
This thought flashed through everyone’s mind. The first exclamation was from the Qin Dynasty soldiers; the second, from the Wan Dao Domain disciples.
Damn it! How can the Qin Empire still have reinforcements? Is this really just an ordinary empire? Mo Shi was utterly appalled. Initially, he had believed the Qin Empire to be an ordinary power, easily extinguishable. But the terrifying strength the Qin Empire had displayed in actual combat had astonished him again and again. Now, confronting the Qin Empire, he felt as if he were facing a Royal-level power! Apart from lacking Saint King experts, the Qin Empire’s might was in no way inferior to that of the Qunxian Sect. And one mustn’t forget, the Qin Empire had also dispatched a large contingent to the Northwest Region to resist the Sand Scorpion Clan’s invasion.
Who has come? Hearing that reinforcements had arrived, Wang Yangming was startled. Could His Majesty have summoned new colleagues again?
Seeing Wang Yangming dazed, Yuan Tiangang urgently reminded him, "Quick, disperse the attack! If you keep absorbing, you’ll truly exhaust your heart blood!"
"Ah, right!" Wang Yangming snapped to his senses and hastily withdrew his attack. The sanguine light dissipated, and he returned to his normal state, though his face was somewhat pale. He looked towards the north with curiosity.
Amidst widespread anticipation, Yue Fei led the Bei Wei Army onto the battlefield. Seeing the corpses strewn everywhere, every soldier of the Bei Wei Army seethed with a towering rage. Their blood-red Evil Qi surged into the heavens, tearing a hole in the firmament. Having been summoned by the System, they were now people of the Qin Empire. Witnessing their comrades-in-arms so grievously wounded and killed, how could they not be consumed by fury?
"Relay my command! Form battle arrays!" Yue Fei ordered through gritted teeth. "Kill the enemy!"
The 10,000 soldiers of the Bei Wei Army formed their arrays. A terrifying aura emanated from them, causing the Void itself to tremble. Above their heads, clouds of roiling Evil Qi coalesced, birthing the form of a dreadful dire beast.
"KILL!"
Empowered by the formation, Yue Fei’s strength skyrocketed, surpassing the limits of the Supreme Saint Realm. He thrust his spear, and its formidable energy transformed into a raging cyclone that swept across the battlefield, reaping countless enemy lives.
Blood bloomed like vibrant spring petals across the field!
The Bei Wei Army charged in their wake. Wherever they passed, blood paved their path, and corpses carpeted the ground.
What a terrifying legion! Mo Shi muttered, an inexplicable dread coiling within him. Having lived his life on an island, when had he ever witnessed such a profoundly powerful legion?