In the Da Li Imperial Palace, within a secret chamber!
An Ancestor of the royal family, a Great Grandmaster at Great Perfection, held an eighth-tier Breaking Pill in his hand.
“The Kunlun Daoist Sect, what a grand gesture, to offer an eighth-tier Breaking Pill,” Zhao Hanguang’s eyes were filled with fervent light.
He had thought it would take him another decade or so to have any hope of breaking through to Martial Saint.
Who would have thought that the Kunlun Daoist Sect would directly offer an eighth-tier Breaking Pill, asking Da Li to send troops against Great Wei.
Upon seeing the eighth-tier Breaking Pill, Da Li agreed without hesitation.
An eighth-tier Breaking Pill, even the Kunlun Daoist Sect could only produce a few within a century.
Its value was such that apart from the Pill Sect and a few major Taoist Sects, no other force could afford to possess it.
Exchanging an eighth-tier Breaking Pill for sending troops to attack Great Wei was merely a trivial task for Da Li.
Attacking Great Wei was just a convenient move for Da Li!
Now, having obtained an eighth-tier Breaking Pill, Zhao Hanguang chose without hesitation to use it to break through.
As long as he succeeded, coupled with the Ancestor of the Da Li royal family, they would have two Martial Saints in their royal family.
The Da Chu royal family also received an eighth-tier Breaking Pill.
Just to get Da Chu to send troops to attack Great Wei, the Kunlun Daoist Sect had indeed gone all out.
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On the River West grasslands, the massive Huns’ army stretched beyond the horizon, battle flags like clouds, obscuring the sky.
On the vast grasslands, the endless heavy cavalry charged, causing the earth to tremble.
Hundreds of thousands of Huns’ troops marched in a massive formation, approaching the River West grasslands.
Oliver Sheng led Felix Wu, Harrison Zhou, Sawyer Shangguan, Xiao Chuyi, Lin Jiang, Chi Tiansheng, six commanders, eight thousand heavy cavalry, fifty thousand troops, plus thirty thousand Barbarian auxiliary troops, to resist the Huns’ army.
Ahead, the massive Huns’ army numbered a staggering four hundred and fifty thousand.
“The scouts report that the Huns’ army opposite us numbers four hundred and fifty thousand. Are you afraid?” Oliver Sheng looked at his subordinates and shouted loudly.
Looking at the Huns’ generals ahead, the massive army, their momentum soaring to the sky, stretching beyond the horizon.
In the sky, the clouds had turned into a red, murderous aura, rolling and pressing down.
Such a terrifying military aura, any Yin Spirit expert struck by it would be in danger of their Yin Spirit being shattered.
They had only eighty thousand troops, while the enemy had a full four hundred and fifty thousand.
Yet, facing so many enemies, Felix Wu, Harrison Zhou, and the others showed no trace of fear on their faces.
Their soldiers were the same, each with a determined expression, their fighting spirit high.
Fear?
There was no fear in their eyes.
As long as they fought alongside Oliver Sheng, battling the Foreign Tribe, even dying in battle was the highest honor.
“Not afraid!!”
“Not afraid!!”
The soldiers shouted in unison, their blood boiling, their fighting spirit soaring.
“Good, you are indeed my soldiers. I will lead you to crush them!” Oliver Sheng said loudly with satisfaction.
Just four hundred and fifty thousand troops, the advantage is ours!
“Wind!”
“Wind!”
“Great Wind!!”
The soldiers shouted, their momentum rising continuously.
Yiqi Zhi looked at the Wei army ahead, though they numbered only eighty thousand, among them were fifty-eight thousand elite heavy cavalry.
But today, he swore to annihilate them.
The Shengwu King of Great Wei, the first to reach the Huns’ royal court, this was a humiliation for the Huns, a humiliation that needed to be washed away with blood.
Even though that Shengwu King was on par with a Martial Saint at Great Perfection, they had the means to kill him.
Gu Yin looked at Oliver Sheng, the aura emanating from him, even though he appeared to be a Great Grandmaster, still made him inexplicably tremble.
If it weren’t for being tied to the Huns, he really didn’t want to come on this expedition to encircle and kill Oliver Sheng.
He didn’t know why, but he always felt a bit uneasy.
Oliver Sheng’s gaze showed a hint of intrigue.
He sensed five powerful presences in the Huns’ army, four Martial Saints, and one Yang Spirit.
Was this the reason for the Huns’ celestial wolf’s sudden rise in fortune?
In just half a year, the Huns had suddenly gained two more Martial Saints and a Yang Spirit.
Was this the Huns’ army’s confidence?
In the army, Akshun’s gaze fell on Oliver Sheng, looking left and right, but he couldn’t see anything.
Mid-stage Martial Saint!
It seemed his cultivation hadn’t increased, good, then he wasn’t afraid!
What he feared most was Oliver Sheng breaking through. Back then, at mid-stage Martial Saint, Oliver Sheng had fought him to a standstill. If Oliver Sheng broke through, he feared he wouldn’t be a match.
Oliver Sheng concealed his cultivation, making it a mystery that no one could see through.
The two armies faced off, the cloud of war hanging heavy, the atmosphere oppressive to the extreme, both sides ready to charge at any moment.
“Do it!” Lang Tianshan said.
Akshun looked at the person he had raised, a flash of an unclear meaning in his eyes.
“If this person doesn’t die, the Huns will face disaster. The Barbarians are the best lesson,” Lang Tianshan said.
Oliver Sheng was a fierce hawk, as evidenced by his near annihilation of the Barbarians and his march to the Huns’ royal court.
Once Oliver Sheng’s power could destroy the Huns, he would undoubtedly raise an army to annihilate them.
Thus, Lang Tianshan decided to encircle and kill Oliver Sheng, not allowing him to grow stronger.
Akshun merely nodded indifferently. This time he agreed to act, just to repay the favor of taking a Blood Pill.
“Army, charge! Crush them.” Yiqi Zhi gave the order for the army to charge.
Instantly, four hundred and fifty thousand troops launched a charge, overwhelming, the sound of hooves shaking the heavens.
Immediately, Akshun, Lang Tianshan, Yiqi Zhi, Gu Yin the Old Taoist, and Baruch rose into the sky, arriving in the air.
“Shengwu King of Great Wei, come fight!”
Lang Tianshan’s voice echoed between heaven and earth.
Oliver Sheng smiled faintly, “Army, charge, crush them!”
With a wave of his hand, his army charged like untethered warhorses.
“Kill!!”
The heavy cavalry charged, the shouts of killing shaking the heavens, the momentum surging.
Oliver Sheng transformed into a golden light, rising into the sky, confronting the five opponents.
“Come on, let me see the confidence that makes you come to die,” Oliver Sheng beckoned.
Seeing Oliver Sheng’s provocative gesture, Yiqi Zhi, Gu Yin the Old Taoist, and the others who had just broken through to Martial Saint felt insulted but dared not make the first move.
“Young friend, you are becoming more and more domineering,” Akshun said with a smile.
“If you don’t move, then I will,” Oliver Sheng said, seeing the opposite side not moving and just confronting him, immediately combining his two fingers, slashing out dozens of sword energies.
Those dozens of sword energies were not aimed at Akshun and the others but directly at the charging Huns’ army.
In the Huns’ army, there were several Great Grandmasters, and twenty to thirty Grandmasters. This terrifying force was something Felix Wu, Harrison Zhou, and the others couldn’t withstand.
Seeing Oliver Sheng’s subordinate Wu De directly attacking the Huns’ army’s generals, Grand Chanyu Yiqi Zhi’s eyes were about to burst.
“Damn it, do you have any sense of a strongman’s demeanor!” Yiqi Zhi cursed angrily, immediately intercepting those dozens of sword lights.
However, at the early stage of Martial Saint, how could he possibly intercept the sword lights slashed out by Oliver Sheng?
Dozens of sword lights streaked like meteors, dazzling, turning the strongmen of the charging Huns’ army into blood mist.
Lang Tianshan’s eyes were about to explode with anger. This person truly had no sense of martial virtue, a Martial Saint directly attacking Great Grandmasters and Grandmasters.
“Damn it, do you have any sense of martial virtue, using strength to kill the weak!” Lang Tianshan couldn’t help but curse, immediately charging at Oliver Sheng.
Yiqi Zhi’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression fierce, he also attacked, heading towards Oliver Sheng’s subordinate army.
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