Chapter 627 - The Decisive Battle! Exhaustion!

Buzz! In a flash of light, Wang Chong vanished from in front of the ten-armed bodhisattva. Before the surrounding Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers could see where he was, Wang Chong had already appeared at the bodhisattva's side.

Saber clashed against sword, sending sparks flying. Wang Chong's terrifying strike had been completely blocked by one of the bodhisattva's ten arms. The Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple's ten-armed bodhisattva was renowned for the flurry of attacks it could unleash, and few could match it in terms of attack speed. In addition, it had no blind spots, the ten arms guarding the front and back, up and down, left and right.

No matter which angle Wang Chong attacked from, the ten-armed bodhisattva was completely capable of blocking him.

"I'd like to see just how much skill you actually have!"

Longqinba was already completely provoked by Wang Chong's attack. As the leader of the Five Tiger Generals, Longqinba didn't believe that he would lose to the Great Tang youth. Clangclangclang! The golden bodhisattva began to spin four of its sword-like arms, letting out a harsh shriek.

Boom! Longqinba and Wang Chong disappeared, both of them moving at their greatest speed. The blurs left behind by their movements were visible all across the summit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Waves of energy swept over the mountain, throwing corpses and stones everywhere and filling the air with dust.

This was the first time Longqinba had been forced to push the ten-armed bodhisattva to this level. The ten arms of the bodhisattva, coupled with Longqinba's innate strength, were like five or six Imperial Martial realm experts fighting with Wang Chong at the same time.

On the Tibetan Plateau, Longqinba's attacks reigned supreme. Neither Ciren Xiangxiong nor any of the experts from the other tribes could compare.

But his opponent this time was Wang Chong.

Though Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva was fast, Wang Chong was not slow. The six-arms technique were being worked to the limit as if he himself had grown these six arms. Meanwhile, the Little Yinyang Sword and Wootz Steel sword in his left and right hands were being utilized to their maximum extent.

Although Wang Chong's six-arms technique was far inferior to Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva, it was enough to contend against Longqinba.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ten arms were like the sharpest swords, each one like a supreme expert. They constantly stabbed down, their saber energy leaving behind no trace as they hacked at Wang Chong.

The war was approaching its end and Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang were on the verge of victory. Thus, Longqinba did not care that the ten-armed bodhisattva was consuming massive amounts of energy in its peak state and would be certain to leave him very weak for some time after the battle.

Wang Chong was at the top of the Great Minister's must-kill list.

In truth, even Longqinba regarded him as a thorn in the side, a mortal affliction for the Tibetan Plateau. Although few outsiders knew of the plague now rapidly spreading across the Tibetan Plateau, Longqinba knew.

This sort of opponent with these sorts of schemes, this sort of ability and wisdom, was not someone the Ü-Tsang Empire could ever let go.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The more he fought, the more astonished Longqinba was. The youth with bloody eyes before him had clearly fallen into madness, but the fighting power he displayed indicated otherwise.

Although he was in a state of madness, his abilities chilled the heart of even an elite expert like Longqinba. Not only was he incredibly fast, his every move was refined, simple, swift, effective!

Each move had nothing extraneous, only that which could kill the enemy in the swiftest and most effective manner.

"Attack! Help General Long kill that brat!"

"Forward! Kill that brat and be richly rewarded!"

"General has already held him down. Let's go up and together and give General a hand!"

……

Seeing Longqinba halting Wang Chong, the surrounding Tibetan soldiers who had just arrived from the rear saw their chance and charged forward to offer their assistance.

Buzz!

The situation suddenly changed. As if sensing a threat from elsewhere, Wang Chong vanished from Longqinba's vision in a flash of light. Before Longqinba could react, screams rose from around him. Hundreds of Mengshe–Ü-Tsang soldiers were suddenly flung into the air, cut into pieces before they could even hit the ground.

"Not good!"

Even as the leader of the Five Tiger Generals, Longqinba still instantly grimaced at this sight. But it was all too late. The sky was filled with cries of battle, and soldiers who didn't know the truth of the situation were rushing in from every direction, provoking Wang Chong.

Wang Chong had apparently completely abandoned Longqinba, his targets switching to the other Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers.

A martial artist skilled in the application of the Little Yinyang Art and wielding the exceedingly sharp Wootz Steel sword was essentially invincible on a chaotic battlefield like this.

Even more disastrous was that Wang Chong's Little Yinyang Art could allow him to constantly absorb energy from others, and it seemed like he had no limits.

"Aaaaah!"

Screams rose and fell as the entire southeast battle line became Wang Chong's slaughtering ground. Boom! By the time Longqinba's ten-armed bodhisattva had arrived and attacked Wang Chong, the mountain side was covered in the corpses of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers of both the Profound Martial realm and True Martial realm. The place had been transformed into a slaughterhouse.

"Contemptible thing, I'm going to kill you!"

When he saw the thousands of soldiers Wang Chong had slain, Longqinba's eyes went red as rage rose from his chest to the top of his head.

Wang Chong dared to kill people in front of him, treating him like he didn't exist? When had the imposing leader of the Five Tiger Generals of the Ngari Royal Lineage ever been so humiliated?

Rumble! His dantian vibrated with a metal clattering. Longqinba was instantly covered in furious Stellar Energy, the bodhisattva raising all ten of its arms as it unleashed a storm of blows at a speed several times faster than before.

But before Longqinba could approach Wang Chong, a new development occurred.

Buzz!

With no warning, an invisible strength suddenly descended from the sky and wrapped around Longqinba like a set of chains. Before Longqinba could even respond, he felt his strength drop an entire level.

This sudden change in cultivation level made Longqinba almost lose control of the ten-armed bodhisattva, and he almost fell to the floor.

"Congratulations to user! For killing (far more than) ten foreign generals, you have successfully activated the Bane of Generals Halo!"

Longqinba had no idea that a cold voice was currently ringing out in Wang Chong's mind. However, he could see that a brand-new halo had appeared under Wang Chong's feet.

This was a massive Halo of Thorns, its colors a mix of gold and black. Within the halo, it was possible to see visions of various sorts of armaments: sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, and shields.

Rumble! In an instant, that mysterious halo spread from Wang Chong's feet to cover the entire mountain.

If one looked down from the sky, they would notice that countless halos were beginning to flicker. This time, however, it was not the halos of ordinary soldiers, but all of the halos of the generals that dropped down a tier.

At this moment, all the generals on the mountain had their strength suppressed a tier, including Longqinba.

What sort of halo is this?

Longqinba had paled. In all his long life, he had never seen a halo like this.

In this world, the effects of halos were to strengthen oneself, but Wang Chong's were different. They were apparently focused on weakening the enemy. Perhaps he could disregard it when they had only weakened ordinary soldiers, but this time, even Longqinba had been affected!

With the appearance of the Bane of Generals Halo, the course of the entire battle instantly changed.

Boom! A sword light shot forward like a lightning bolt to Longqinba. In the past, Longqinba would have been completely capable of stopping it, but this time, Longqinba was just a moment too slow.

Squelch!

The sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh!

Longqinba had only thought about intercepting this attack when a sharp edge had plunged through his Stellar Energy and his armor to stab into his heart.

Thud!

Longqinba's knees went soft, his hands grasping the sword as he incredulously kneeled. He could feel his energy being drained out of his body by that evil sword.

It shouldn't be!

Even when he died, Longqinba couldn't believe that though he had come to kill Wang Chong, he had been the one who ended up being killed. The Bane of Generals Halo had disrupted his tempo, leading to his death.

A fight between experts was decided in seconds.

At the levels that Wang Chong and Longqinba had reached, the smallest difference in speed could result in death, and this was the weakening effect of the Bane of Generals Halo!

"General is dead!"

When Longqinba fell, his hands grasping the sword, the entire army instantly fell into chaos.

Everyone was dumbstruck by this sight.

As they looked at Longqinba's kneeling corpse and that monstrous red figure in front of him, a deep fear appeared in their eyes. The person in front of them was no man, but some inhuman demon god.

No one had imagined that Longqinba would die! And to die in this way!

Swoosh!

A longsword separated Longqinba's head from his neck and sent it flying into the air, causing a powerful panic to spread through the crowd. The Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers who had been bravely charging into the fray now felt a terrifying dread.

Wang Chong seemed like an unkillable monster. No matter how many people came or how they fought, he would never lose and never tire.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

……

Wang Chong continued to battle on the summit, going wherever he could find people. The bloody light would leave the ground covered in terrified corpses wherever it passed. Ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand…

Those screams only spurred on Wang Chong's killing intent, and he wreaked havoc on the mountain like a god of death.

A long, long while later, after what seemed like countless epochs, all was silent. The entire world seemed to have fallen into a deathly stillness. The blood in Wang Chong's eyes began to fade and he gradually began to regain his senses. At this moment, he could not sense a single person around him.

At this moment, that frenzied flame that had pushed him on and provided him strength finally began to fade.

Finally, Wang Chong began to feel a deep exhaustion.

"Little Brother, Little Brother…"

A worried voice called out to him. It was very soft, like it was being said from very far away.