Outside Profound Dragon Pass.
The mountains stretched endlessly, rising and falling.
Between the mountains on both sides lay a vast and expansive plain.
Hundreds of thousands of Red Turban Army appeared here, each with a red scarf wrapped around their heads, wielding large sabers and long spears, exuding murderous intent, with sharp eyes. Some were on horseback, some on foot, and the crowd seemed endless.
Various large flags fluttered fiercely in the air.
Opposite the Red Turban Army were sixty to seventy thousand Red Flame Army and various Jianghu individuals.
The Red Flame Army was disciplined, silent and orderly.
But the Jianghu individuals at the rear were chaotic and noisy, producing a constant variety of sounds.
"It's over, another large-scale military confrontation."
Elder Chi Long's expression changed as he looked at the vast sea of the Red Turban Army in the distance, saying: "A month ago, when we first arrived, we encountered a small-scale military confrontation, where over ten thousand Red Flame Army were killed, and now we're facing it again, but on a larger scale."
Jiang Shi looked into the distance, noting that the majority of the Red Turban Army there appeared thin and dark-skinned, seemingly not martial artists.
Instead, they seemed more like refugees.
"Now comparing the two armies, both have their strengths and weaknesses. The Red Flame Army's advantage lies in its well-trained and well-equipped personnel. Every Red Flame Army soldier is an expert in the Entering Strength realm, and the accompanying Jianghu individuals all hail from various Jianghu sects in the Desolate State. The Red Turban Army isn't as particular, mostly composed of impoverished peasants, with few truly mastering Power, making the outcome of this battle uncertain."
Elder Chi Huo spoke seriously.
But regardless, their numbers were at least several times more.
Once a melee started, no matter how strong the Entering Strength experts were, they couldn't hold back a human wave tactic.
"Who is the leader of the Red Turban Army?"
Jiang Shi asked.
"Do you see that man in a red robe and red cape?"
Elder Chi Huo pointed at a burly middle-aged man in the Red Turban Army. The man sat tall on horseback, beard flying, with a cold expression, clad in a red robe and red armor, with a red cape behind him, and said:
"He is the leader of the Red Turban Army, named Zhao Tianlong. Rumor has it that his martial arts cultivation is unfathomable. When they took Yunzhou earlier, he reportedly killed a Martial Saint level expert with a single strike!"
"Martial Saint level?"
Jiang Shi inquired.
"It's the realm after Entering Strength, the Eleven Gates of Entering Strength. Once fully traversed, it's followed by the three-step ladder of Martial Saint, each step reaching the heavens. At this realm, it's the limit of mortals, and any further increase in power will be tremendously difficult, requiring relying on Heavenly and Earthly Treasures for Blood Exchange, ascending the Ninth Heaven, with each exchange transforming the body..."
Elder Chi Huo explained.
Jiang Shi was secretly startled.
There were still so many realms beyond this.
Looking at it this way, Entering Strength seemed to just be the threshold of martial arts.
"Do not underestimate the Entering Strength realm. Entering Strength is already extremely rare. Among martial artists, even one out of ten may not smoothly enter it. Achieving Martial Saint is the greatest dream of most martial artists. Breaking through Martial Saint for Blood Exchange is extremely challenging and few can achieve it."
Elder Chi Huo continued.
"Alright."
Jiang Shi nodded and suddenly asked, "What level is our Red Flame Army leader then?"
"Equally unfathomable, also with a record of battling a Martial Saint!"
Elder Chi Huo's tone turned solemn.
After all, he is the General defending a state!
If his own strength were weak, how could he have all the Jianghu sects of the entire state submit!
Jiang Shi was once again secretly shocked.
It seemed that if it weren't the end times for the Great Xuan Dynasty, the people of the world might not be able to shake it at all, with any random General having a record of battling a Martial Saint!
This kind of foundation is too terrifying!
Just then!
The leader of the Red Flame Army, Yang Hongtian, raised his whip, rode out, and pointed at the leader of the Red Turban Army, Zhao Tianlong, shouting curses, "How dare you rebels invade my territory?"
Zhao Tianlong laughed heartily, saying: "The world is doomed, the Rebel Army is rising, the Great Xuan Royal Family has long been useless. We raised troops by the will of Heaven to overthrow Great Xuan and establish a new dynasty, which is conforming to the will of Heaven and the hearts of the people. How dare you call me a rebel? Young Yang Hongtian, today my army is here, why not surrender early?"
"How dare rebels prattle, who will go with me to defeat the rebels?"
Yang Hongtian cursed loudly.
"This subordinate is willing to go!"
A young general in a black robe raised his whip, rode out with his saber, and shouted loudly: "Xu Tianbiao is here, who dares to fight to the death with me!"
"Where is my son, Yang Lian?"
Zhao Tianlong roared in anger.
A burly man rushed out from behind, bare-chested, roaring with rage, wielding a massive Wolf Fang Club, not even riding a mount, charging directly at Xu Tianbiao.
The big man was overwhelmingly strong; as soon as he rushed out, he startled everyone.
It is extremely rare for an average person to be two meters tall, but this big man was at least two and a half meters away, his skin was like iron, dark all over, the whole person was like an iron tower, and his beard under his jaw looked explosive, like steel wires.
As he ran out, the whole ground roared and thundered.
"Roar..."
As soon as he got close, the big man suddenly roared, like a River East Lion's Roar, the terrifying sound wave was the first to attack.
Xu Tianbiao's face changed dramatically, and his gallant horse let out a long neigh in horror, rearing up as if facing some terrifying beast.
Crack!
The burly big man swept out with a stick, and the coarse wolf fang club struck the opponent's warhorse solidly and with a roar, instantly flipped the warhorse, and Xu Tianbiao on horseback was also crazily spitting blood, flying across and crashing fiercely in the distance, dead on the spot.
"Hahaha, anyone else?"
The burly big man laughed loudly, his voice thunderous.
Standing in the middle of the field, truly unmatched in the world.
The frightening aura made both parties' warhorses unable to help but raise their hooves and whinny.
The Red Flame Army was all shocked and discolored.
Xu Tianbiao was at the seventh level, killed in one move!
Who is this guy?
Where did this fierce warrior come from?
"A true mighty general indeed!"
Yang Hongtian's face was solemn.
"Hahaha, Yang Hongtian brat, my adopted son Yang Lian, is he not impressive?"
Zhao Tianlong laughed loudly and said, "Once there was a famous general in the previous dynasty who killed twenty-four enemy generals in one day. Today, my adopted son is here to emulate the predecessors; let's see how many of your Red Flame Army don't fear death!"
"Arrogance!"
Yang Hongtian was furious, said: "Capture him!"
"I am willing to go!"
Two more people rode out, shouting angrily, one wielding a Great Guan Saber, the other holding an Iron Long Spear, directly targeting Yang Lian.
Their cultivation was not weak, all were experts at the eighth level.
Yet Yang Lian showed a sneering face, indifferent, waving the coarse wolf fang club in his hand, directly sweeping fiercely at the two.
The two immediately set up their weapons, intercepting together.
But as soon as they intercepted, their faces instantly changed dramatically, exclaiming like encountering something extremely terrifying.
Bam bam, both their weapons were knocked flying, the coarse wolf fang club swept their bodies fiercely, sweeping them with their horses far away, bones broken, dying miserably.
"Who else dares to step forward?"
Yang Lian shouted, his voice piercing the ears.
The two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure was full of enormous pressure.
The Red Flame Army all had horrified and incredulous expressions.
The two eighth-level deputy generals were also killed so easily?
How could it be!
Yang Hongtian's face was sullen, squinted, tightly stared at the burly big man, or maybe at the weapon in his hand, speaking coldly: "Star Meteorite Iron!"
"What? Star Meteorite Iron?"
Xiong Kaishan, Zhang Shan, and others changed color.
"Star Meteorite Iron?"
Elder Chi Long, Elder Chi Huo also exclaimed.
"Elder, what is Star Meteorite Iron?"
Jiang Shi asked suspiciously.
"Star Meteorite Iron is one of the world's rare artifacts. Besides being unbreakable, it has an even more peculiar function, which is suppressing power."
Elder Chi Huo's face was bleak, whispered: "Any power that touches Star Meteorite Iron will automatically disappear. The wolf fang club in that burly big man's hand is actually made of Star Meteorite Iron, which means that any cultivation person who goes up will be automatically suppressed in power, can only rely on their body to fight against him. In terms of the body, it seems no one is a match for this burly big man."
"Such a strange artifact still exists?"
Jiang Shi exclaimed in amazement.
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