gnovel Chapter 74 The Number One Under Heaven, Well-Deserved
Chapter 74 The Number One Under Heaven, Well-Deserved
"clang--!!!!!"
The impact was as dull as a meteor falling to earth! The Silver Moon Snowscale Spear was slammed into the middle of its shaft!
"puff--!"
Huli Changsheng could no longer hold on; a clear cracking sound came from his arms. The Silver Moon Snow Scale Spear slipped from his grasp, transforming into a dim silver light that spun and flew into the distance.
With a "thud," the spear was stuck in the ground more than ten feet away, its luster completely gone, looking like ordinary iron.
He was as if he had been hit head-on by a prehistoric beast, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, forming a gruesome blood mist in the air. He was then violently thrown off the back of the Snow Jade Qilin Beast!
"Bang! Boom!"
The Snow Jade Qilin Beast was also severely injured, wailing as it crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
It struggled to stand up, but its limbs were limp, blood flowed from its mouth and nose, and the jade horn on its forehead completely dimmed. It could only let out a weak mournful cry and was no longer able to get up.
Hulü Changsheng fell seven or eight steps away, his bones broken in countless places, and his charred flesh and skin exposed where his silver armor was torn.
He lay sprawled in the blood and dust like a lump of mud, feeling excruciating pain all over his body, his meridians severed, his dantian broken, and his spiritual power completely gone.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength to try and prop himself up, but all he got in return was more intense pain and blood rising to his throat.
Pride? Dignity? The prestige of a war god? In this moment, they were utterly crushed! In their place came a chilling, overwhelming instinct for survival!
He turned his neck with difficulty, his unfocused gaze straining to look eastward, to the Eastern Barbarian King's banner, to the figures of his comrades still fighting...
That's the way out! If I can get back, with my prestige and the desperate protection of the remaining soldiers, perhaps...
The will to survive overwhelmed everything. He no longer tried to stand up, but instead dragged his almost useless body with his elbows and knees.
Inch by inch, they crawled toward the Dongyi army formation. Their fingernails dug into the soil, leaving ten shocking drag marks in the blood and grime, like the last struggle of a dying beast.
However, he had only climbed less than ten feet when a shadow enveloped him.
Xuanyuan Tianshang had already slowly ridden his horse to stand in front of him. The Moon-Embracing Black Steed stood silently, its hooves landing precisely on the path he had been crawling on.
The cold horseshoe was no more than three feet from his fingertips. The tip of the Golden Phoenix World-Burning Halberd hung down, steadily pointing at his blood-stained, terrified head.
On the tip of the halberd, dark red flames burned silently. The heat and murderous aura stung his skin and soul, and completely froze his last shred of hope.
This battle cemented Xuanyuan Tianshang's reputation as the world's number one warrior. After all, aside from the founding war hundreds of years ago, for several generations, no one had ever achieved such a feat of killing a Holy Martial God in a one-on-one direct confrontation.
Even Huangfu Tianyang died at the hands of Huli Changsheng and the fierce generals of Dongyi, not by being killed alone. At this moment, Xuanyuan Tianshang defeated Huli Changsheng head-on, which means that he is far superior to the two Holy Martial Gods of Dayao and Da Ning.
"No...no..." A hoarse sound escaped from Hulü Changsheng's throat, a desperate cry. He suddenly tilted his head back, using his last strength to let out a heart-wrenching, even shrill, cry for help towards the direction of the Dongyi army:
"Help! Someone help me—!!!"
This cry for help struck the Eastern Barbarian army like a thunderbolt!
At the central command, several Eastern Yi generals who had been closely watching this epic battle were now terrified to see their invincible war god in such a miserable state. Their faces turned ashen and their hearts trembled with fear.
They knew that Hulü Changsheng was not only the pillar of Dongyi's military strength, but also the key to the morale of the entire army! If he were to perish here, Dongyi would undoubtedly be defeated in today's battle, and it might even lead to a complete collapse!
"General!"
"The Immortal General!"
Amidst the mournful roars, the four fastest-reacting officers of the Sun Chasing Guard, their eyes bloodshot with rage, disregarded everything else, drew their scimitars, kicked their horses' bellies, and led their most elite personal guards.
Like four arrows released from a bow, they broke free of their formation and charged madly towards the location of Xuanyuan Tianshang and Huli Changsheng! Hooves pounded the earth, blades gleamed with blood, and shouts filled with resolute determination echoed:
"Stop that Xia general! Rescue General Changsheng!!!"
The final rescue operation has begun! But will they be in time? Facing that dark figure, seemingly both god and demon, who had just defeated the fiercest general of the grasslands…
Will this desperate rescue turn the tide of battle, or... only lead to more deaths? The final suspense of the battle hinges on this single moment!
The four fierce generals from the Eastern Barbarian tribes who charged forward were no ordinary fighters. They were the "Four Tigers Chasing the Sun," the most trusted generals under Hulü Changsheng, and all possessed the strength of a low-level god.
Each of them had a record of killing Xia army generals in battle. They were highly skilled in martial arts and had excellent teamwork. At this moment, in order to save their commander, they disregarded their own lives and charged forward with unparalleled bravery.
Two long swords and two long spears, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, viciously stabbed at Xuan Yuan Tian Shang's back and ribs from different angles, intending to force him to defend, even if it was only for a moment!
However, all that responded to them was a casual flick of Xuanyuan Tianshang's wrist, as if brushing away dust.
They didn't even look back.
With the movement of his wrist, the Golden Phoenix World-Burning Halberd traced an unpredictable semi-circle in the air, like a gazelle's horn hanging in the air.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a golden arc of light, condensed as if it were solid, with dark red flames leaping at its edges, suddenly bursting out along the halberd blade, like the scythe silently swung by the Grim Reaper, silent yet extremely fast!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The four sounds, almost indistinguishable in sequence, were the muffled thuds of sharp weapons piercing flesh and bone, so crisp and clean that they chilled one to the bone.
The "Four Tigers Chasing the Sun" suddenly froze in their charge.
The weapons forged from fine iron in their hands were melted and vaporized the instant they came into contact with that golden arc of light, just like ice and snow meeting a branding iron!
The arc of light, still powerful, swept lightly across their chests.
The next moment, a horrifying wound, deep enough to expose bone and with charred, curled edges, exploded on the chests of all four people!
The immense impact sent them and their horses flying backward. Before the blood could even spray out, it sizzled from the residual heat of the wounds.
The four men, like tattered rag dolls tossed about by a whirlwind, crashed several feet away, kicking up a cloud of dust. They twitched a couple of times and then fell silent, their eyes still frozen with the resolute determination of their charge and the unbelievable horror.
Dead silence.
Even the personal guards behind them, who were about to charge forward, seemed to have their throats gripped by an invisible hand.
Their battle cries caught in their throats, and the ferocity on their faces instantly transformed into boundless fear and bewilderment.
Witnessing firsthand how his four most valiant generals were so easily annihilated like ants, without even being able to make them turn around...
This is not a battle, it is slaughter! It is the indifferent crushing of mortals by gods!
"Run...run!"
Someone let out a scream of despair, and the surviving guards, terrified, turned their horses around without hesitation.
They even charged at each other, wishing the horses had two more legs, and scrambled and stumbled as they fled for their lives back the way they came, not daring to entertain the slightest thought of rescuing anyone.
All of this happened too fast; from the four tigers charging forward to the corpses lying on the ground and the personal guards fleeing, it was all over in just a few breaths.