CHAPTER 280: CHAPTER 277: POWERFUL MILITARY SOUL_1

"Die!"

Following Wen Chuanxue’s enraged roar, a surge of blood-red Sword Qi appeared in the sky. Fiercely violent, it targeted the thousands of Chang Ban Army soldiers nearby.

The deadly aura was so intense that Yellow Sky City shuddered violently. Countless houses collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, presenting a horrifying scene of utter destruction.

The thousands of Chang Ban Army soldiers were paralyzed with fear, unable to move a muscle.

"Courting death!"

Observing the battle from the rear, Zhang Fei was certainly not going to stand idly by. A dazzling murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He thrust out his Serpent Spear.

Bloody light flickered. A vast wave of energy covered the heavens.

"So strong!"

Sensing Zhang Fei’s attack, Wen Chuanxue’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly turned to defend himself. The ancient book suspended above his head erupted with brilliant golden light and a noble aura, forming a protective barrier.

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, Wen Chuanxue’s body was sent flying, crashing into the ground. He destroyed dozens of houses, sending dust billowing into the air.

The rescued Chang Ban Army soldiers looked up, their eyes filled with adoration. This was their General! With a single, casual attack, he had sent a powerful Saint King expert flying.

"COUGH, COUGH..."

From the ruins, Wen Chuanxue struggled to his feet, his face a mask of utter desolation, yet still holding a final, stubborn defiance. Unwilling to admit defeat, he decided to risk everything.

"Blood Essence Combustion!"

The moment he spoke, countless rays of blood-light shot out from the gray dust. Wen Chuanxue’s face was malevolent. His entire body became transparent; one could see through his flesh to his burning bones.

A savage aura emanated from his body.

Peak Fourth Revolution Saint King!

Early Fifth Revolution Saint King!

Mid Fifth Revolution Saint King...

In mere moments, his cultivation surged, breaking through six minor realms to reach the early stage of a Sixth Revolution Saint King!

As a price, all the flesh on his body was burned away, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin. He looked like a walking mummy, a truly frightening sight.

"Die!"

With no time to register the changes in his body, Wen Chuanxue shot into the air and hastily launched his attack. Having lost his flesh and blood, his life was now on a countdown!

He raised his war sword high. It flashed with a dazzling blood-light as he condensed a thousand-zhang Sword Qi imbued with earth-shattering momentum.

This was a sword of life and death! It was infused with everything he had: his life, his will, his very soul!

"A futile struggle!"

Zhang Fei watched coldly. He assumed a horse stance and took a deep breath. Like a gigantic, heaven-swallowing beast, he drew all the Spiritual Energy from several zhang around him into his lungs.

RUMBLE!

A large part of the sky shattered. The blood-red Sword Qi tore through the Void, its violent aura potent enough to destroy anything in its path.

"ROAR!"

Just as the Sword Qi was about to reach him, Zhang Fei opened his mouth wide. A series of deafening roars thundered out, forming layers of sonic waves that spread out from him, pulverizing the surrounding Void.

A Sonic Wave Attack!

One might recall how he, leading merely twenty-odd horsemen, held Chang Ban Bridge and with a mighty roar drove back Cao Cao’s million-strong army. The terrifying might of that shout was legendary.

The pervasive sound waves, like countless heavenly blades, slammed into the blood-red Sword Qi. The dazzling Sword Qi gradually dimmed, then shattered completely.

"What kind of attack is this?"

Wen Chuanxue’s eyes constricted. Before he could react, the endless sound waves assaulted his ears. His soul was instantly torn apart, and his body exploded, leaving not even ashes behind.

The Ancestor of the Langya Sect had fallen!

"The Ancestor is dead?"

"So useless! Couldn’t he have held out a little longer so we could escape?"

"And with such pitiful strength, he still called himself a sect ancestor..."

The escaping Langya Sect disciples had witnessed Wen Chuanxue’s demise. Instead of feeling any sympathy for the old man who had protected the sect for most of his life, they grumbled with dissatisfaction.

As they saw it, if not for Wen Chuanxue, they wouldn’t be on this perilous battlefield at all!

But they conveniently forgot that protecting their sect was a Disciple’s duty!

"Enough nonsense, just run! The people from the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court won’t show any mercy!"

More Langya Sect Disciples simply lowered their heads and fled madly, terrified by the slaughter.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Fan Qiu Army and the Chang Ban Army pursued them relentlessly. Wherever their blades fell, bodies littered the ground, and streams of fresh blood flowed, turning the ancient city into a city of blood.

...

「The Thunder Divine Court!」

「The border!」

「Sky Thunder Pass!」

It was a large mountain pass, fortified with Formations, possessing unparalleled defensive strength and safeguarding the eastern territories of the Thunder Divine Court.

Great General Wang Jiannan, leading three million elite troops, was stationed at Sky Thunder Pass. Relying on the advantageous terrain, he prepared for a defensive battle.

"Relay my order! Deploy the Blood Fight Formation!" Ma Chao, riding at the forefront of the Blood Fight Army, brandished his Tiger-Head Gold-Plated Spear as he neared Sky Thunder Pass, the weapon emitting countless rays of blood-red light.

RUMBLE!

The 300,000 soldiers of the Blood Fight Army began to shift their positions rhythmically, each soldier enveloped in a blood-red glow.

Above them, a pillar of blood-red wolf smoke appeared, roiling continuously and exuding an immense killing intent. It was as if some terrifying entity was about to materialize from it, ready to slaughter everything in the world.

"ROAR!"

A beast’s roar echoed across the heavens.

A ferocious, blood-red tiger, three thousand zhang in size and possessing a pair of wings, materialized atop the wolf smoke. It resembled a colossal mountain, vast enough to blot out the sky and sun.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Tiger!

Legend told of it as an exceedingly bloodthirsty demonic beast from Ancient Times, bearing the horrific reputation of having once devoured all life in an entire Dao Domain in a single gulp.

It also possessed an extraordinary divine skill: its wings allowed it to phase through all Formations unhindered, making it incredibly difficult to defend against.

The Blood Fight Army used the Bloodthirsty Demon Tiger as its Battle Soul and had naturally inherited its powerful abilities.

"Charge!" Ma Chao commanded with stern authority.

The army charged towards Sky Thunder Pass. To Wang Jiannan’s horrified gaze, they passed straight through the defensive Formation and landed on the city walls.

At least tens of thousands of Thunder Divine Court soldiers, caught off guard, were slaughtered by the Blood Fight Army’s charge, their blood drenching the ramparts.

"Everyone, be careful!" Wang Jiannan hastily commanded. He drew his sword, but just as he was about to strike, a general in full armor appeared before him.

"Old General, you are too advanced in years to be suitable for charging into the fray. It would be best if you commanded the army from afar!" Ma Chao pressed his spear to Wang Jiannan’s throat. The aura he casually emanated was enough to make the Void itself seem to freeze.

"You want to use my Thunder Divine Court as your whetstone?" Wang Jiannan retorted, his voice laced with fury. "Why should I allow you to do so?"

To think that he, after a lifetime on the battlefield, would be treated as a mere whetstone in his old age—the thought filled him with indignation.

"You have no other choice," Ma Chao stated, his voice flat and cold. "If you can achieve victory, I will spare your clan. Otherwise, once I conquer the Thunder Divine Court, I will exterminate your entire family!"

This was both a threat and, in a way, an act of mercy!

Once the Thunder Divine Court fell, Wang Jiannan, as its Great General, would undoubtedly be a prime target for suppression. Even if he wasn’t killed, his cultivation would be crippled, and he would be exiled to the farthest corners of the land.

But with Ma Chao’s promise, Wang Jiannan’s clan would at least be able to live as ordinary people!