Chapter 128 - 103: The Tiger’s Roar - The Tiger of Nanli, To Death Not Life
The Geng Metal Sword in his hand fell, and there was a rain of blood.
Chen Qing broke through the enemy lines, feeling suddenly that the space before his eyes had opened up.
It turned out, he had already slaughtered his way through the entire enemy ranks.
Turning his horse around and looking back, along the path he had killed through, there were at least two hundred corpses strewn on the ground.
Of course, it wasn’t just his doing alone; there was also the merit of the Eight Tigers and the three hundred warriors behind him.
Chen Qing immediately shouted, "Jiang Yuhu, you eight continue to follow me in the charge!"
He turned his head and bellowed, "Warriors of the Black Feather Clan, do you still have the courage?"
The Nanli people may lack everything else, but they certainly don’t lack bravery.
"Yes!"
Chen Qing reached out to wipe the fresh blood on his face, "Hahaha, then follow me in the charge!"
Previously, the charge had been from behind the enemy troops, and although Yuan Qiu and Yuan Feng put up a resistance, they had been slaughtered by him, leaving the enemy troops disheartened, hardly inflicting any major damage to him and Xuanping’s men.
But this time, it was a head-on charge against the opposing army, and Chen Qing naturally did not want his own men to suffer too many losses.
Therefore, he let his own troops take a brief respite under that name and switched them with the troops of the Black Feather Clan, to continue the charge with him.
The warriors of the Black Feather Clan, seeing Chen Qing bravely slaughter his way through the enemy ranks, now also had their blood boiling with eagerness, wishing themselves to be part of the Iron Flow Valley, following Chen Qing in a grand spree of killing.
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One could say that this was a strategy satisfying to both sides.
The only ones who might not be satisfied were Xuanping’s men and Chen Qing’s own warriors, who still wanted to join Chen Qing for another round of assault.
Seeing Chen Qing lead the people of the Black Feather Clan into the charge, Chen Qing spurred his horse into a leap, and in just a moment he tore through the enemy’s defense, plunging into their ranks.
Like a Divine General descending to the mortal realm, determined to carry the war to the ends of the earth!
Yuan Tianfang, witnessing this astonishing scene, felt a bit eager to try.
He looked around; the nearby warriors had no mind to listen to Xuan Mang’s orders.
Moreover, Xuan Mang was currently engaged with Yuan Ye across from him, and as soon as they clashed, their might was like mountains crumbling and the earth splitting; to avoid harming his own soldiers, they had taken their fight far away, leaving no time to give orders.
Yuan Tianfang immediately raised his sword and shouted, "Charge through, follow Qingxu and break through the enemy lines!"
This was definitely a victory, now was the time to vie for military achievements!
Chen Qing was fighting with wild abandon in the midst of the crowds; no, to be precise, it was a massacre.
For these ordinary soldiers could not breach Chen Qing’s Golden Skin and Jade Bone.
Chen Qing had just chopped down two adversaries when a group of over a dozen with long spears came lunging at him. Chen Qing shouted loudly, "Rise!"
Like a fierce tiger’s roar echoing in the wilderness, he swung the Geng Metal Giant Swords in succession, cleaving through the obstruction of these dozen or so men, and continued to advance.
Chen Qing had no interest in completely slaughtering them; that was a task for the Eight Tigers and the Black Feather Clan behind him. His sole responsibility was to carve out a continuous path for the charge!
Even so, the number of people he killed was too many, the enemy’s blood converging in large streams along the muscles of his arms, persistently dripping down.
The blood did not make his grip slippery; the sticky blood made his hold even firmer, his hands as though glued to the hilt of his sword.
Just as he was about to continue the charge, Chen Qing saw Yuan Ye far away throw a chunk of black soil that landed ten zhang ahead of him.
Chen Qing charged through, slaying three men on his way.
That clump of soil expanded like a gushing spring, swelling into a small hill in just three breaths, and then solidified into a ten-zhang-tall Mud Stone Giant, which swung down a fist at him.
Chen Qing felt the wind rushing at him, and even with his Golden Skin and Jade Bone activated, he sensed a hint of danger.
The howling gale tousled his black hair wildly, and just as he was about to abandon his steed and evade by turning into fog, a crisp cry of the Xuan Bird sounded behind him.
"Chirp~!"
The Xuan Bird, like a bronze statue, pierced through the clouds, tracing a perfect arc, its sharp beak like a Cloud Piercing sword, instantly piercing through the Mud Stone Giant’s hand.
Passing entirely through the hand, the stone arm of the Mud Stone Giant was utterly shattered.
Chen Qing swiftly spurred his horse past the legs of the Mud Stone Giant, holding a piece of the soil from its shattered arm, trying to see if it could be collected into the Universe in the Sleeve but found it could not.
However, it could be stored within his in-body space.
It wasn’t magic. Was it actual mud and stone?
Could it possibly be regenerating Cloud Soil?
Looking back, he saw the Xuan Bird, having shattered the Mud Stone Giant’s arm, circle back, its talons lifting the Mud Stone Giant and tossing it into a gorge outside the battlefield, immediately causing the ground to shake and the mountains to tremble.
Chen Qing steadied the Mutant Blood Horse beneath him, and while the enemy was stunned by this earth-shattering momentum, he once again entered the fray.
The Mud Stone Giant’s legs stepped into the mountain, continuously absorbing the mud and stone from the range, conjoining like streams onto its body and causing its body to swell again to twelve zhang tall, its arms regenerating as well.
The Xuan Bird soared high, its wings flapping at the Mud Stone Giant, immediately whipping up a terrifying chill wind, forming thousands of icicles as long as longswords, and with a shake of its wings, it launched thousands of icicles falling at the Mud Stone Giant.
Chen Qing, listening to the mountain-opening and rock-splitting commotion, swung his twin swords through the enemies with abandon.
Charging toward the front, Chen Qing single-handedly bulldozed across the battlefield, tearing a bloody path right through the enemy formation.
With the previous chaos, the enemy troops had already been divided into four pieces.
Racing over a hundred zhang through the battlefield, Chen Qing once again felt the space in front of him open up as he had, yet again, broken through the enemy lines!
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