"Prepare to die!" Lin Qu thrust the Zhongping Spear directly at Dian Wei’s abdomen and chest, a look of ecstasy in his eyes. Although he had already resigned himself to death, being able to kill a master was worth it.

Dian Wei reached out to grab the shaft of Lin Qu’s incoming spear. At this moment, Dian Wei showed no fear. His outstretched right hand was completely unrestricted, each muscle becoming like steel. He had already gauged Lin Qu’s strength.

The moment before, Lin Qu waited for Dian Wei to be impaled by his spear. In the next second, Dian Wei steadily grasped Lin Qu’s spear shaft, then instantly exerted his strength, pulling Lin Qu to his side. With his left hand, clutching the half-remaining Left Halberd, he punched Lin Qu in the face.

In that instant, Dian Wei’s Jueying Horse beneath him clearly imprinted four deep hoofprints on the ground, while Lin Qu became a headless corpse. Even without utilizing any Inner Qi, Dian Wei’s punch, in his all-released state, had a force exceeding a hundred tons, a level that an Inner Qi Manifestation master without Inner Qi protection could not withstand.

Watching this scene from afar, Hua Xiong, Huang Zhong, and others displayed dark expressions. Indeed, under the suppression of the Cloud Qi, encountering a monster-level guy like Dian Wei, it was best to stay as far away as possible. An Ultimate Inner Qi Manifestation expert got his head knocked off with a single punch.

"General Dian looks particularly ferocious," Fa Zheng remarked with shining eyes while leaning against the vehicle frame. "He’s extremely ferocious."

"It’s just a bit disgusting," Chen Xi said speechlessly. "Cao Sikong, don’t you think so?" Chen Xi had just seen the cold sweat on the back of Cao Cao’s neck.

"Hahaha, what’s disgusting about it? Such enemy-killing is just right to deter the enemy army. Look, the enemy army was so frightened by Elai’s strike that they immediately retreated. Even the Northern Huns, who are desperate and at odds with the Han Dynasty, were intimidated into retreat," Cao Cao laughed heartily.

"Indeed, such a death is too shocking," Liu Bei said with slightly shocked eyes. Dian Wei’s blow really dealt a heavy blow to the remnants of the Northern Huns’ morale.

On the other side, Lin Han, upon seeing his brother killed by Dian Wei in this manner, was greatly alarmed. Before he could go berserk and counterattack Xuu Chu, he was caught by Xuu Chu’s flaw and slashed at by Xuu Chu, who unleashed all his restraints, greatly boosting his power.

With one swing, the ferocious power far exceeded Lin Han’s prior estimates. The Long Spear in his hand gave a crisp sound, failing to block Xuu Chu’s slash. In the next instant, Lin Han’s upper body flew off under a single blow from Xuu Chu.

"Tiger Guard Army, charge!" Xuu Chu roared immediately after slashing Lin Han, as a large number of Tiger Guard Army troops charged forward taking advantage of the situation.

"..." Dian Wei looked at Xuu Chu’s Elephant Trunk Sword, then at his own broken Great Halberd, scratching his head involuntarily.

"Alas, my Great Halberd is broken again," Dian Wei sighed.

Xuu Chu scratched his head, remembering that Dian Wei’s Inner Qi was simply insufficient; even if someone nurtured it well and gave it to him, it would soon lose its effect. Moreover, the weapons needed by someone of Dian Wei’s level were typically lifelong companions, and changing weapons significantly impacted them.

"What to do about this?" Xuu Chu asked in response.

"Maybe just use fists," Dian Wei said helplessly. Back when he fought Lyu Bu, he used his fists, and the stronger he gets, the poorer the weapon quality becomes apparent.

As he spoke, Dian Wei had already tied a dead knot on Lin Qu’s Long Spear. Such terrifying power could deform even a nurtured weapon, let alone an unnurtured one.

Xuu Chu scratched his head; for someone of Dian Wei’s level of strength, there truly was no good solution. Without Inner Qi, there was no way to nurture, meaning any current weapon in Dian Wei’s hand wouldn’t meet the quality standards.

"How about finding you a weapon bearer?" Xuu Chu suggested, stroking his chin. "General Guan’s Green Dragon Crescent Blade is nurtured by his trusted aide Zhou Cang when not in use. Zhou Cang is an Inner Qi Manifestation expert, so nurturing a weapon isn’t a problem."

There is a qualitative difference between items nurtured through Inner Qi Manifestation and those by miscellaneous soldiers. Ideally, all materials have a nurturing limit, but are you not afraid that Guan Yu could nurture a Sword Spirit, and now its power is only growing stronger? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

In Ultimate State, with the Sword Spirit entering the body, Guan Yu’s combat power can leap significantly. How could ordinary soldiers nurture such a thing? So Guan Yu generally carries the blade with him, and when not, Zhou Cang nurtures it.

"Find an Inner Qi Manifestation to bear the sword, how’s that possible?" Dian Wei looked speechlessly at Xuu Chu. "You think Inner Qi Manifestation is a dime a dozen. Though he may not be very bright, he knows how rare Inner Qi Manifestation is. What happened with Zhou Cang is a rare encounter."

At this moment, Hu Che’er swung a solid iron rod as thick as a bowl, roaring past, smashing the Northern Huns Soldiers in front of him into pulp. Seeing this scene, Dian Wei couldn’t help but show a look of surprise.

On another side, Huang Zhong, Xiahou Yuan, and Le Jin were charging. Although all Inner Qi Manifestation experts among the Northern Huns had been killed one by one, and the Northern Huns were defeated, even so, the remaining Northern Huns soldiers still refused to bow their heads in such circumstances.

Although morale had significantly declined, many Northern Huns soldiers had already shown a will to die, making them incredibly dangerous.

Therefore, although the Han Army had secured victory, it wasn’t a task to be completed immediately to shatter all the Northern Huns.

"General Huang, it’s less than a hundred steps now," Xiahou Yuan said as he followed closely behind Huang Zhong. He saw Huang Zhong hesitate several times to raise his hand to shoot, but ultimately, he refrained. Thus, at this distance, Xiahou Yuan could barely restrain himself and kept urging.

"We still need to break through further," Huang Zhong shook his head. He had about a fifty percent chance from this distance, but he needed to be sure to convince Xiahou Yuan, as a miss would be disgraceful.

"Alright!" Seeing Huang Zhong’s solemn expression, Xiahou Yuan immediately led the troops into another assault.

By this time, the Northern Huns’ morale had depleted significantly, but Xiahou Yuan and Le Jin had charged too closely, reaching within seventy steps of Chanyu Huyan Chu. Even with the Northern Huns soldiers’ low morale, they still fiercely resisted the Han Army, frenziedly stalling Xiahou Yuan and others’ advance.

At that moment, Huyan Chu saw Xiahou Yuan and his group but didn’t move because he knew he had lost, thoroughly devastated. When besieged by five or six Inner Qi Manifestation with Qiu Linbei, Huyan Chu realized that even as the Chanyu who had always held the Han Army in high regard, he had underestimated the Han Dynasty’s deep foundation.

With Qiu Linbei’s death, everything Huyan Chu had plotted became a joke. Even if he had hidden over three thousand young and strong men and women, without Qiu Linbei’s guidance, those who did not inherit the Northern Huns could never grow into a new Northern Huns.

At this moment, Huyan Chu’s heart was already dead; thus, he neither retreated nor budged, standing silently in place. Rather than turn his head and retreat, only to be chased by the Han Army into complete annihilation, Huyan Chu would prefer to stand here. As long as he didn’t retreat, even when the Northern Huns’ morale reached its lowest, not many would flee.

At such a desperation point, Huyan Chu would prefer the entire army fight to the death rather than bow and run. Perhaps after this, the Northern Huns would cease to exist, but since there was no way to survive anyway, fighting to the last man was preferable. At least the spirit of not retreating soldiers would still exist after death.

After all, if they retreated, all of the Northern Huns would be lost; the spirit would vanish, and so would the people. But if they didn’t retreat, at least the spirit would remain. With the spirit still lingering, the three thousand young and robust hidden would have hope of inheriting this spirit of unyieldingness and blood-soul identity.

Although incredibly remote, there was hope at least; even without a historical or cultural inheritance, this deeply etched unyieldingness, if inherited by future generations, leaves the Northern Huns with a flicker of hope.

In such despairing circumstances, Huyan Chu couldn’t bear to let go of even the smallest hope. So fight, since there’s no retreat, fight to the last soldier!

With this mindset, Huyan Chu displayed no fear on his face as one by one of the valiant generals among the Northern Huns perished. He just stood there commanding that the Northern Huns could die but not retreat. For three hundred long years, having borne the name of Kunlun Deity Descendants, when had they ever bowed and scraped, cater to?