“The Huns’ royal court, it’s my first time seeing it,” Calvin Yang remarked, gazing at the majestic city on the grasslands ahead.
“We’re probably the first cavalry to set foot here in a thousand years,” Qin Lin added.
At this moment, an overwhelming sense of pride surged within them.
This is what it means to be a true man!
To crush the enemy’s dynasty with iron hooves, leaving a name that will be revered for generations.
In this instant, the hearts of all the soldiers burned with boundless fervor.
To shatter the Huns’ royal court is an eternal honor. Even in death, there would be no regrets.
The battle flags fluttered, warhorses neighed, and everyone was ready to charge. As soon as Oliver Sheng gave the order, they would storm the city!
Even if it meant shedding the last drop of blood, they would fall on the path to that city, swearing to die without regret.
Oliver Sheng did not give the order to charge. His gaze was fixed on the city ahead.
In his eyes, the aura above the Huns’ royal court coalesced into a celestial wolf, glaring menacingly toward the Central Plains.
Within that city, he also sensed a powerful presence, emanating from a Martial Saint.
Others might not see it, but to him, it was as clear as a beacon.
“General, should we charge?” Sawyer Shangguan and the others were eager, looking at the Huns’ army ahead.
The opportunity for a title was right in front of them, and they were already salivating.
Oliver Sheng shook his head, not giving the order to charge.
“Not yet!”
Once he engaged in a fierce battle with the Huns’ Martial Saint and got entangled, his soldiers would likely be no match for the Huns’ army.
The Huns’ army had five Great Grandmasters holding the line.
His subordinates had no one who could withstand those five Great Grandmasters.
Only after he had decisively killed the Huns’ Martial Saint could the army charge.
Oliver Sheng unleashed his aura, pressing it toward the Huns’ army. Not only did the Huns’ army feel it, but even the people within the Huns’ royal court felt the terrifying pressure descending like a mountain, making it hard for countless people to breathe.
His aura pressed toward the Huns’ royal court, and without needing the Huns to summon their Ancestor, the Huns’ Martial Saint was awakened by Oliver Sheng’s terrifying aura.
Boom!!
A burst of aura countered Oliver Sheng’s, holding it outside the city. The residents of the royal court finally felt a weight lifted off their chests, as if a giant stone had been removed.
“The Ancestor has awakened.”
The elders in the Huns’ royal court were overjoyed.
The aura pressing down from the Wei army just now had almost crushed their spirits.
The Huns’ Martial Saint Ancestor, Lang Tianshan, was awakened from his seclusion by Oliver Sheng’s aura.
“Who dares to trespass on my Huns’ royal court!” Lang Tianshan leaped into the sky, his gaze fixed on Oliver Sheng’s forces.
At a glance, he saw the powerful aura emanating from Oliver Sheng.
Oliver Sheng turned to his men and said, “Lead the troops back. Let me handle him.”
“Yes, General!”
After speaking, Oliver Sheng leaped into the sky, while Calvin Yang and the others led their soldiers to retreat.
Lang Tianshan looked at Oliver Sheng, his gaze sharp. “Wei people? You lead an army to invade my grasslands!!”
How many years had he been in seclusion? The Huns had fallen to such a state, being invaded by the Wei people?!
“Indeed, I brought my men to take a stroll on the grasslands,” Oliver Sheng replied with a faint smile.
“What arrogance! Even that old bastard Han Wu wouldn’t dare. And you think you can lead troops to act recklessly on my Huns’ grasslands?” Lang Tianshan’s eyes filled with killing intent.
“If the enemy can come, so can I. Today, I’ll take your head to make my name known throughout the world.” Oliver Sheng saw that his opponent was only at the late stage of Martial Saint, a fight he could handle.
“I’m curious where your confidence comes from,” Lang Tianshan said, throwing a punch.
Boom!
The void exploded, and the blood energy from Lang Tianshan roared like a river, surging into the sky.
“The Ancestor has made a move.” The Huns were ecstatic to see Lang Tianshan in action.
In their eyes, the Ancestor was invincible.
The Wei Martial Saint on the other side was doomed.
“Warriors of the tribe, charge with me! Annihilate the Wei army and avenge our fallen kin!” Hun Lixiu raised his steel knife and shouted.
This was a great opportunity to destroy the Wei army.
He sensed that the highest cultivation among the Wei army was only at the Grandmaster level. With his 300,000-strong army, it would be easy to annihilate them.
Seeing the punch coming, Oliver Sheng raised his hand and threw a punch as well, the blazing fist intent shattering everything.
Boom!!
The collision of fists shattered the void, and both men took two and a half steps back.
Lang Tianshan looked at Oliver Sheng, his eyes full of shock. How could someone at the early stage of Martial Saint take his punch head-on without falling behind?
Oliver Sheng noticed the Huns’ army charging on the ground, his brow furrowed, and the Red Dragon Sword appeared in his hand.
He raised his hand and slashed, the hundred-zhang long sword light dazzling as it fell, carving a terrifying chasm in the grasslands below, cutting off the Huns’ charge.
Hiss!!
The terrifying sword light caused countless Huns’ warhorses to neigh in fear, throwing many riders off their backs.
“Whoa!!”
Hun Lixiu quickly reined in his horse, sweat pouring down his forehead, his eyes full of terror.
This sword had blocked the Huns’ charge, causing a stampede and some casualties.
Hun Lixiu was terrified. If that sword had fallen on his army, how many warriors would have died!?
Oliver Sheng had blocked the charge of the 300,000-strong Huns’ army with one sword!
Calvin Yang and the others, who had been ready to charge, were now filled with excitement, seeing Oliver Sheng’s sword stop the Huns’ army.
The chasm on the ground, like a heavenly rift, contained terrifying sword intent.
“Dare to be distracted while fighting me?” Lang Tianshan was furious. How much did this guy underestimate him?
“Kill!!”
Lang Tianshan roared, charging at Oliver Sheng.
Zing!
A sword rang out!
Oliver Sheng raised his hand and slashed at Lang Tianshan again, the dazzling sword light sharp and unstoppable.
Lang Tianshan’s blood energy surged, and he punched toward the sword light.
Boom!!
The void exploded, and Lang Tianshan’s protective qi was shattered by the sword. A sword mark appeared on his fist, red blood flowing out.
Lang Tianshan looked at Oliver Sheng, the disdain in his eyes replaced by seriousness.
This sword light was too sharp and terrifying. His body, honed over the years, was incredibly strong and hard, yet now there was a cut on his fist.
His opponent’s attack could injure him. This person was not just a newly advanced Martial Saint.
“Your swordsmanship is impressive.”
Rarely giving a compliment, Lang Tianshan’s aura suddenly rose, his entire being radiating dazzling light. He clenched his fist and struck at Oliver Sheng.
Oliver Sheng put away the Red Dragon Sword and faced the punch. He disdained relying on unparalleled swordsmanship and the sharpness of the Red Dragon Sword.
He was confident that the Great Sun Divine Fist could defeat his enemy.
At the same time, he wanted to test his true combat strength.
Tianquan, that old Taoist, although he had broken through to the Yang Spirit, hadn’t given him a satisfying fight.
Martial Saints were all about the collision of physical strength. Between them, it was a contest of raw power.
The Great Sun Divine Fist shone brilliantly, and Oliver Sheng’s entire being radiated dazzling light, like a golden deity, raising his fist to crush his enemy.
Boom!!
The terrifying power and fist intent collided, the void collapsing inch by inch, light scattering everywhere.
Both men were blown back, and Oliver Sheng felt intense pain in his arm and fist.
It had been a long time since he felt pain.
This Huns’ Martial Saint was a genuine late-stage Martial Saint, and his strength was not weak.
This person was the strongest he had encountered so far.
Lang Tianshan’s fist was bleeding. Oliver Sheng’s physique was even stronger than his. In their clash, the wound on his fist was larger.
He looked at Oliver Sheng with deep confusion.
How could someone cultivate their physique to be stronger than a late-stage Martial Saint at the early stage of Martial Saint?!
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