My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 554 - 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_2
Chapter 554: Chapter 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_2
“…”
“What are you panicking about? It’s just a blinding technique!”
Murong Huatu stabilized the troops, “It’s just a snowstorm, even if it’s dragon-shaped, in the end, it’s still just snow. Look under your feet, snow that collapses as soon as you step on it; could it possibly crush you to death?”
“Boom—”
As his voice fell.
Suddenly, the mountain split and the ground shattered.
The snow, it collapsed!
…
“Whoosh—whoosh—”
The storm continued.
In the icy snowy surroundings.
The soldiers of Hongze Camp, who had almost frozen to death, found themselves not worsening but rather warming up instantly after more ice and storms descended.
Not.
Warm isn’t the right word to describe it.
More accurately, it was like a fish back in water!
Just as a fish is born to swim in water.
They were born.
To thrive in snow and ice!
All the discomfort brought by the extreme cold faded away, and even the frostbite on their bodies healed as usual. The warhorses beneath them became spirited, each lifting their heads and neighing.
“Great Snow Dragon Riders!”
“Charge—”
The command was given.
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The giant ice dragons began to surge forward.
As the soldiers charged, more and more snow covered the surface of their armor. This snow neither fell off nor melted but clung there, in the midst of their charging, it turned into frost armor!
The frost covering them and their horses seemed merely a thin layer, yet it contained an inexplicable profound power, continually spreading to their weapons.
The soldiers of Hongze Camp, like incarnations of ice dragons!
The Dragons neighed.
The icy edges danced.
Mountains and rivers shattered.
Giant snow engulfed the sky!
“Rumble—”
Accompanied by a loud roar.
Mountains within hundreds of miles all snow avalanched!
Like a tsunami had erupted.
Rolling seas of snow fell from a thousand feet high like a pouring waterfall.
The hundred thousand-strong barbarian army, stretched long in formation at the mountain’s base, saw hundreds to thousands of its soldiers swallowed by the snow waterfall in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
“General!”
“They really can control heavenly phenomena!”
“…”
“Enough with the nonsense!”
“The ice dragon is just another blinding technique; such a grand spectacle naturally involves great noises. An avalanche is nothing unexpected. How could we, men of the grassland, be as cowardly as you?”
Murong Huatu raised his saber high, “Whoever draws even a drop of blood from the White Robe will be named a marquis in the future!”
Just one drop of blood, and you’re a marquis!
With such a great reward, the somewhat panicked barbarian warriors suddenly burst with tremendous courage, a thousand Iron Cavalry facing the ice dragon and charging forward.
They couldn’t possibly kill Chen Sansi.
But to make him bleed amidst ten thousand troops was very hopeful.
Just one drop of blood, and a lifetime of glory and riches!
One black, one white.
Two waves collided over the snowy plains.
Leading the Iron Cavalry, Murong Huatu quickly identified the greatest weakness of Hongze Camp.
The White Robe!
He couldn’t help but marvel at the man’s ability to lead troops.
To maintain such formidable combat power and will under such harsh conditions and over such long distances was rare in the world.
But clearly.
The White Robe was the mainstay of Hongze Camp!
As long as he fell!
Hongze Camp would definitely collapse!
And he.
According to the information received.
At the Battle of the Agate River, he was just a mere latecomer to the Profound Image Realm!
But Murong Huatu didn’t believe it for a second.
He speculated that the man must have been in the Martial Saint Realm long ago; otherwise, how could he have breached the Agate River tribes in such a short time?
And the reason Yuwen Jingwen died by the White Robe’s hands was surely due to his own complacency and underestimation.
He, Murong Huatu, would definitely not make that mistake.
In the midst of contemplation.
The vanguards of the two armies were about to make frontal contact.
At the very front of the ice dragon was that white robe.
In Murong Huatu’s heart, he regarded him as a full-fledged Martial Saint, maximizing his Breathing Skill amidst the onrushing storm, the miscellaneous energies circulating layer by layer within him, then transforming into Protective True Qi, followed by his forehead, neck, and arms bulging with veins as his body size suddenly doubled, the Qi-Blood turning fierce in an instant. Bolstered by the swirling True Qi, the saber in his hand transformed into a huge winged tiger-like Divine Beast, more than ten feet tall, the mere shockwave radiating from it forcing his nearby Deputy General to intentionally fall back a few steps to briefly evade its sharpness.
In his mind, memories flashed of his youthful Martial Arts training swinging a saber five thousand times daily, following his master’s strict teachings, how he won his first opponent, where he lost to his first enemy, and how he gradually became stronger, who were the noble personnel he met on the cultivation path, how step by step he reached the summit in saber technique, becoming a Human Martial Saint!
Every Martial Saint.
Leads an extraordinary life.
They were already one in ten thousand, the center of attention.
Having reached the pinnacle that this world imposes in just a few decades, how could it not be extraordinary?
Two thousand four hundred fifty-seven battles!
Murong Huatu sat on his horseback with closed eyes.
He remembered clearly.
Including sparring, combat, all kinds of skirmishes and conflicts.
In his life, he had been in two thousand four hundred fifty-seven battles, of which one thousand and one were fights to the death, plus ninety-six narrow victories, and eight miraculous comebacks from the brink of death, leading to today’s accomplishments.
All of this!
At this moment!
Merged and penetrated!
