My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 539: Chapter 195: Agate’s Great Victory, Drinking at the Frozen River_5

In his eyes,

there was no such thing as “exhaustion”!

No matter how many enemies, no matter how strong the enemy, as long as they couldn’t kill him, what awaited them was only a desperate counterattack!

As he witnessed this scene, Yuwen Jingwen’s last breath was also exhausted.

He could only watch unwillingly as the opponent switched from defense to offense.

He went from managing to defend, to barely holding on, to a flurry of panic, until…

He was completely out of strength!

This battle!

Had Yuwen Jingwen’s explosive limits not been hindered by an opponent of the same realm, he alone could have slaughtered about five thousand soldiers, enough to completely collapse an army.

But what he faced was just a Xuanxiang!

And…

He was defeated by this Xuanxiang.

In this world,

where is there a Martial Saint who would be defeated by those beneath them!?

This was a disgrace…

It was the dishonor of the Yuwen Tribe.

It was also…

The disgrace of the Martial Saints under the heavens!

“Clang, clang, clang, clang!”

“Boom——”

A lapse appeared.

The Meteor Hammer was struck away, and the iron chain wrapped around the long spear once again.

But this time,

it was the long spear that yanked on the iron chain, preventing it from retracting.

“Roar——”

The Zhenyue Sword shimmered with cold light, transforming into a White Tiger that pounced forth.

Yuwen Jingwen instinctively tried to block with his left arm but only felt a numb chill; where did he even have a left arm…

The sword edge pierced through skin and flesh, severing the throat, spine, and continued until it swept completely under his eyelids.

All was,

suddenly quiet.

After a brief deathly hush,

Yuwen Jingwen’s head slowly slid off, dropping to the ground, with blood gushing from the severed neck like a fountain, forming a warm, crimson rain that fell upon the White Robe.

“Rumble——”

The massive body fell to the ground.

This slaughter,

was declared over.

Chen Sansi could no longer bear it, and quickly took out a large amount of healing Elixir Pills and stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them.

This battle,

he had used everything at his disposal.

The golden blades had been pre-coated with lamp oil and after being burned, they were completely discarded.

The bowstring of the Iron Core Bow also snapped.

He too was injured, but fortunately, it was not a fatal wound; he could slowly recover on the road.

It could only be said…

the gap between a Martial Saint and a regular Martial Artist was indeed too vast.

Fortunately, he was no ordinary Martial Artist.

Back at the Moon Splitting Mountain Villa, he had a brief encounter with Wen Zhi and roughly understood the lethality of a Martial Saint, which is why he dared to lead the troops head-on into the fray, not rashly.

Certainly,

Yuwen Jingwen was much stronger than Wen Zhi.

“Uncle——”

The arriving Prince Yu Wenxin only saw the headless corpse of his uncle and the blood-soaked Chen Sansi.

How could this be possible?!

His uncle,

heralded as the strongest warrior of the Yuwen Tribe.

How could he just die like this?!

And to be killed by a warrior of the Xuanxiang Realm?!

Yu Wenxin was first shocked, then furious, drawing his sword and charging forward.

Halfway through the charge,

Chen Sansi, who was sitting on the ground recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Yu Wenxin immediately dared not take another step forward, “I, I’m going to fight you! I must avenge my uncle, come on, come at me!”

“It’s you, huh.”

After recognizing the person, Chen Sansi spoke calmly, “Your Highness, are you still watching the show?”

As his words fell,

the ice and snow beneath Prince Yu Wenxin transformed into chains, firmly trapping him.

Cao Zhi, who had not yet fully recovered from the shock, spoke with disbelief, “Who would have thought, Big Brother’s martial arts would be so exceptional, it’s unheard of for a Xuanxiang to kill a Martial Saint!”

“You’re not bad yourself, having learned Immortal Law; could it be bestowed by the Emperor?”

Chen Sansi feigned ignorance.

This man, no doubt, was deeply involved with the Seeking Immortal Tower.

His original intention was not to expose his spells and Abnormal Fire, but this person had been following him all along, and more likely than not, had some lifesaving trump cards in hand. Killing him to silence him wouldn’t be that simple.

Fortunately, he also knew some dirt on Cao Zhi, and revealing it would benefit no one.

Both knowing each other’s secrets was equivalent to neither knowing.

At the moment, there were more important matters to handle.

The main battleground!

They had to quickly clear out the barbarian army of fifty thousand. After a brief respite, they had to leave immediately, or else more and more barbarian forces would keep coming.

After a bit of recovery, Chen Sansi gathered all the things he needed to collect.

Qian Xun also returned on her own.

The Black Wind Horse obediently followed behind.

Qian Xun had also won.

…

The Agate River.

The main battleground

The warriors of the Yuwen Tribe had the advantage in numbers.

But the warriors of the Sheng people they faced…

seemed not to fear death at all!

Like emotionless war puppets, no matter how many of their comrades fell, they would immediately fill the gaps, maintaining the formation without chaos.

This aura,

was enough to deter the barbarian warriors.

Seeing their growing desire to retreat, the great General of the barbarians, amidst the chaos, loudly scolded to stabilize the morale, “Don’t panic, they’re about to collapse! That White Robe Chen Sansi has already fled!”

“Indeed!”

“Your Main General has fled, what are you still fighting for?!”

“Lay down your weapons, join our Heavenly Clan, and you will be second-class citizens!”

“…”

“General Chen…”

The bloodied Chu Shixiong’s heart gradually turned cold.

He had seen with his own eyes Yuwen Jingwen chasing after Chen Sansi, and it had already been the time it takes an incense to burn.

A Martial Saint chasing to kill a Xuanxiang.

The outcome went without saying.

With General Chen’s death, the army would surely disperse, and then they would all be on a path to certain death!

Just as both sides were in a stalemate,

a loud and clear voice rang,

shaking the heavens and the earth,

“Yuwen Jingwen is dead!”

“Won’t you all surrender now!”

Yuwen Jingwen was dead!