Oliver Sheng had no idea that the Barbarian tribe he had painstakingly defeated had already been taken over by the Dark Moon Palace.
“Is the army assembled?” Lan Ying asked the Barbarian tribe leaders.
“Yes, Divine Mother. The army is ready and awaiting your command,” the Yanle Tribe leader replied respectfully.
“Good. We march tomorrow to drive out the Wei forces,” Lan Ying nodded in satisfaction.
Now that the Barbarian tribes had become vassals of the Dark Moon Palace, the grasslands were their territory. Naturally, they couldn’t allow the Great Wei to encroach upon it.
“Yes, Divine Mother!”
The Barbarian army began to prepare for battle, ready to attack Oliver Sheng’s forces the next day.
The following morning, just after breakfast, scouts rushed back to report to Oliver.
“General, the Barbarians have assembled an army of three hundred thousand and are marching towards us.”
“Three hundred thousand?!” Oliver was surprised. Were the Barbarians making a desperate last stand?
Without a Great Grandmaster, why would they dare to assemble an army and attack us?
This made no sense!
“General, the Barbarian army is coming?” Harrison Zhou and Sawyer Shangguan’s faces lit up with excitement.
Seeing his eager subordinates, Oliver smiled.
“Assemble the troops and prepare for battle. I want to see what gives the Barbarian tribe the confidence to attack us.”
“Yes, General!”
The subordinates shouted excitedly and ran off to gather the troops.
Soon, apart from three thousand auxiliary troops and two thousand servant soldiers who were tasked with guarding the spoils and prisoners, Oliver’s forces, along with the servant soldiers, assembled a force of over seventy thousand, ready to face the Barbarian army.
Seventy thousand cavalry formed a terrifying wall of men, a dark mass stretching across the land.
As the dense Barbarian army approached from the northern grasslands, Oliver frowned.
He sensed an overwhelmingly powerful aura in the air, far surpassing that of a Great Grandmaster.
He had thought the three Great Grandmasters in the Barbarian army were their trump card.
But unexpectedly, the Barbarian tribe had enlisted a Martial Saint!
“Hold your positions!” Oliver commanded before soaring into the sky.
“What’s going on?”
Wesley Hu and Harrison Zhou were puzzled by Oliver’s sudden move.
Seeing Oliver rise into the sky, the Barbarian army halted.
“Come out if you’re here,” Oliver’s voice echoed through the heavens.
In the next moment, a white figure emerged from the rear of the Barbarian army, appearing before Oliver in an instant.
Oliver’s eyes locked onto the woman before him. She had white hair and wore white robes, her ethereal beauty resembling an ice goddess.
This was a true Martial Saint!
A female Martial Saint in the flesh!
The Divine Mother of the Dark Moon Palace looked at Oliver, her voice icy, “You are not a Martial Saint.”
“So what if I’m not?” Oliver replied with a faint smile.
“Leave, or you’ll lose your life,” the Divine Mother said coldly.
“Haha, should I thank you?” Oliver laughed. This icy woman was surprisingly kind.
“If you don’t retreat, you will die!” The Divine Mother’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
But there was no malice in her words.
Oliver felt that this female Martial Saint before him was like an emotionless deity, exuding an icy aura from inside out.
“Perfect, I can finally test the strength of a Martial Saint,” Oliver’s battle spirit surged, his blood boiling like a blazing furnace.
Sensing the intense Yang energy emanating from Oliver, a slight change appeared on the Divine Mother’s expressionless face.
“Take my punch!” Oliver unleashed the Great Sun Divine Fist, aiming at the Divine Mother.
The roaring True Essence and blood energy within him erupted with a terrifying force, condensing into a powerful punch.
The Divine Mother’s expression returned to its icy state. She raised her jade-like arm, and an endless icy intent seemed to gather in her palm.
She struck out with a palm, like snowflakes drifting in the air, freezing everything in its path. A Martial Saint’s attack could alter the very weather.
Boom!!
The blazing Great Sun Divine Fist collided with the Divine Mother’s Ice Soul Divine Palm. The clash of Yang and ice energies unleashed a terrifying force that swept across the heavens and earth.
“Neigh…”
Countless warhorses, sensing the terrifying power in the sky, neighed restlessly.
“Steady!”
The ground troops stabilized their horses.
In the sky, the invisible void was being torn apart by the immense power.
Countless soldiers felt a deep sense of fear, watching the two figures in the sky as if witnessing a battle between gods.
Oliver felt the bone-chilling cold on his fist. So this was a Martial Saint? The difference from a Great Grandmaster was like night and day.
The intense heat of his blood quickly dispelled the cold on his fist.
That palm strike would have turned even a Great Grandmaster into ice shards.
But it had little effect on Oliver, thanks to his incredibly strong physique.
In terms of sheer strength and power, he was not afraid of the Divine Mother.
The Divine Mother looked at Oliver, her brows furrowed. Her palm felt like it was being scorched by the sun’s true fire. She had to use her True Essence to suppress it.
This man wasn’t a Martial Saint, yet he was so powerful that he remained unscathed after taking her palm strike.
How could a Great Grandmaster possess such strength, comparable to a Martial Saint?
Could this be the Martial Saint of Great Wei that the Barbarian tribe spoke of?
Boom!!
Without hesitation, Oliver continued to unleash his Great Sun Divine Fist. This was his first encounter with a Martial Saint, a powerful opponent that allowed him to fully test his strength.
Otherwise, he had always crushed his enemies with ease, never having a proper fight.
Now, facing a Martial Saint, Oliver could finally go all out and see how strong he truly was.
The Divine Mother also took the fight seriously. Oliver’s strength exceeded her expectations.
Not a Martial Saint, but stronger than one!
The two clashed dozens of times in an instant, their battle in the sky like thunder, producing terrifying sounds.
They were enveloped in light, one like a sun god, burning with True Fire, the other covered in white light like snow.
The high-altitude battle, with its immense power, filled countless onlookers with dread. The overwhelming force could shatter mountains and crack the earth.
A battle between Martial Saints was like a clash of gods, instilling immense fear!
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