My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 557 - 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_5

Chapter 557: Chapter 198: The Battle of Yin Mountain, Slaying Ten Thousand People_5

But it’s often said with reference to martial artists below the level of the Xuanxiang Realm!

Those who can reach the Xuanxiang Realm, their talent is often not bad.

And the Martial Saint,

Without exception, is an absolute genius!

After today, the world will know.

Even among geniuses, there are differences!

Since the two armies lined up, Tuoba Junfeng had been accumulating his killing intent, and he was about to draw his sword when he saw this scene; the killing intent he had gathered suddenly lessened by a fifth, forcing him to continue waiting.

Seeing that they were no match when they swarmed together, the remaining few Martial Saints felt that the man in the white robe had unfathomable strength and no longer had the will to continue the fierce battle.

“Boom—”

Just then, a blood-red light visible to the naked eye burst from the summit of Langjuxu Mountain, piercing the sky and turning the dark snowy battlefield completely red, to the extent that the ice and snow mingled with blood could no longer be distinguished.

The Blood Sacrifice Array was about to succeed!

The final two hours!

In two hours, every living being in Liangzhou would become a pool of blood, not even a rat hiding in a gutter could escape!

“It’s almost time!”

The Martial Saint holding a giant hammer, as if hearing the signal to retreat, heaved a sigh of relief, waved his weapon, and said, “Anyway, there isn’t much time left; if you can’t hold on, there’s no need to keep on trying. Retreat first, use the army to trap him, that’s enough!

“Even if he really manages to reach the summit, he will have expended a great deal of True Qi!”

“Then it’s not too late to fight for our lives with him!”

“As long as we can hold the altar, that’s good enough!”

“Right you are!”

Taking advantage of the window when the dual-sword Martial Saint fell, the remaining three Martial Saints had already retreated by a hundred yards, and moreover, they were scattering and fleeing.

Chen Shanshi could see that the Blood Sacrifice Array was about to be completed and knew full well that he had no time to pursue and kill the barbarian Martial Saints one by one, and he understood these men were temporarily scatter, but in the end, they would still guard above the Array Eye.

Everything still had to be resolved at the summit!

In his hands, the weapon transformed from a sword and spear into two long spears, one Li Quan Spear and one Tiger Head Golden Spear; like capturing a dragon in one hand and subduing a tiger in the other, his True Qi surged, creating a tornado that turned anyone in its path to mincemeat, allowing him to ascend towards the summit at the fastest speed.

Finally, two hours left!

…

The summit.

The altar.

Several Great Khans looked at the Martial Saints who returned in a sorry state, now reduced to three, and their faces all showed stunned expressions.

“Ridiculous!”

“The five of you Martial Saints, in such a short span of time, have been killed by a man with the surname Chen!”

“You’re all Martial Saints, five of you against one, and you still can’t win?!”

“…”

“Great Khan, please forgive us!”

The three Martial Saints knelt down on one knee.

“That Chen Sansi…”

“I’m afraid he’s been in the Martial Saint Realm for several years!”

“The accumulation of his True Qi, it can’t possibly be just after breaking through!”

“Even with the four of us taking turns fighting him in rotation, we still couldn’t wear him down!”

“Even among the Martial Saints of the world, there are scarcely any who could be his match!”

“…”

“Nonsense!”

Tuoba Great Khan cursed, “That Chen fellow, including his time in Po Yang County, has only been practicing martial arts for a bit over three years; where would he get several years’ accumulation? At most, he hasn’t even been in the Martial Saint Realm for half a year! You few, pretend to be the valiant warriors of our Heavenly Clan! How can you deserve the ‘saint’ in Martial Saint!”

“Brother Tuoba is right!”

Heartbroken at the loss of a Martial Saint, Murong Great Khan vented his anger on others: “Enough about Chen Sansi, even if Lv Ji or Jiangg Yuanbo were here today, you would not be able to withstand them either!”

“Gentlemen, no need to be angry,”

said Duan Clan Great Khan, “After all, only the last hour remains; they still need to fight their way to the summit, how could they possibly have enough time?”

“Not good!”

Yuwen Jinglian pointed down the mountain: “If we continue to let him kill like this, our Heavenly Clan’s great army will be scattered, how can we stand against him?”

From their point of view,

the figure in white robes wielding twin spears, wherever he went, it was like entering uninhabited territory; nobody could resist him. And with the lack of barbarian Martial Saints to bolster their forces — were it not for the hefty reward on offer, they might have already fled.

“Damned fool!”

Tuoba Hongxin scolded, “Aren’t you going back to fight? Today, even if you die, you must stop him for me!”

A few Martial Saints also felt disgruntled.

After being scolded, they too felt they had not lived up to the ‘saint’ in Martial Saint.

Any that can become a Martial Saint naturally have pride,

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Their retreat before was more out of rational calculations; after all, the aim of the battle was to guard the altar, not simply out of fear of death or battle.

But those words clearly struck a chord deep within their hearts.

Now being provoked, they were truly ready to return to the fight.

“Good!”

“The three of us will go back to support!”

“…”

“Wait!”

Just then,

the High Priest of the Witch God Sect, who had been maintaining the formation at the altar, finally spoke up: “There are other cultivators nearby, you three stay here to guard the Array Eye, do not go down the mountain again, the Array Eye absolutely must not have any mishaps.”

“High Priest?”

Tuoba Hongxin said, “But we still need someone to hold the line, don’t we?”

“Rely on you?!”

The High Priest sneered, looking at the ice and snow dragon that had reached halfway up the mountain: “Does that man surnamed Chen really think that only he has a Heavenly Book that can boost the army’s formation, that the Ancient Demon Clan’s Immortal Masters have no means at their disposal?”

With a flick of his sleeve, a formation plate appeared from thin air in his hand.

After chanting and making hand gestures,

the plate hovered in midair, and then it bizarrely merged directly with the altar.

In an instant,

billows of black mist sprouted from the Slaughter Vein as the source, quickly enveloping dozens of miles around, enshrouding the entire snowy battlefield and all the barbarian soldiers.

“What is this?!”

Tuoba Hongxin was both shocked and puzzled.