Chen Ping's Sword

Under his command, the thirty thousand cavalry were like a mighty dragon stirring the sea.

This dragon-shaped cavalry formation, with Ji Changlie as the dragon’s head, wound its way through, entering from the "Shock Gate" of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, passing through the "Open Gate" and "Du Gate," heading straight to the Life Gate.

In an instant, they crossed four gates...

Cui Huchen rotated the Eight Gates, and their military force was like a millstone, steadily grinding down the enemy cavalry, though unable to harm their bones.

The two sides entangled, formations clashing, and with the exchange of forces, the loss ratio had unexpectedly reached three to one.

It could only be said that King Jinghai Ji Changlie had always been willing to invest heavily and train diligently in this elite cavalry.

Each rider had experienced countless battles, big or small, making them veteran soldiers.

And as for the Cui Family’s one hundred thousand infantry?

Most were composed of tenant farmers, mine slaves, and impoverished people who had little experience in bloody battles.

In fact, they didn’t need to fight.

In this land, few dared to provoke the Cui Family’s power.

They didn’t need to go around looking for trouble with others.

In such a situation, the one hundred thousand infantry could be considered new recruits.

Even if Cui Huchen mastered the array with precision, able to conceal blades from all sides, in actual combat, they were no match for Ji Changlie’s thirty thousand ocean-covering cavalry.

Of course, if Cui Huchen brought out his meticulously crafted thirty thousand elite cavalry to confront the mighty forces under King Jinghai, the outcome would be uncertain.

At this moment, this formation was somewhat inadequate against Ji Changlie.

Strangely, however, Cui Huchen showed no disappointment on his face, but rather a slight look of compassion as he gazed at Ji Changlie charging through the formation.

"With the cost of ten thousand cavalry, you broke through the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array laid by my hundred thousand strong army; your skill in leading troops indeed befits your name of Jinghai, but..."

As he murmured to himself, no matter how Ji Changlie broke the formation or gained the upper hand, it was all but an illusion.

This Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, set by a hundred thousand infantry, was not to block the opposing cavalry’s path forward, but to guard their escape route.

When Ji Changlie led over twenty thousand cavalry, panting heavily and shouting as he broke through the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, darkness loomed ahead.

It was as if the sound of distant thunder rumbled in his ears.

Amidst the rolling dust, three dragon-like cavalry formations roared forth, thundering as if breaking the earth as they charged forward.

In the center, a general in white robes and golden armor, holding a long halberd and a longsword at his waist, led the charge on horseback like chasing clouds and stepping on the moon, laughing aloud: "King Jinghai, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, surrender your life!"

The halberd’s force surged like a tidal wave of blood, the cold flash of the blade reaching before him in an instant.

Then came the thundering sound of an explosion, like a clap of thunder, the sound waves reverberating across the battlefield.

[Sharpness Unveiled]

This halberd strike was extremely fast and incredibly heavy.

Leaving Ji Changlie with no room to dodge.

He could only block.

Or, die.

Feeling a power as overwhelming as a landslide or tsunami.

Ji Changlie was brought back to ten years ago, to the moment he nearly died in the mouth of a deep sea giant beast, with the never-ending seawater pressing to crush him into pieces.

Yet, even that crisis seemed less dangerous than this halberd strike.

Behind him were dense ranks of over twenty thousand elite cavalry.

Beside him was Uncle Tonx, a Grandmaster of the Four Realms of Heaven and Earth, yet that did not bring him any sense of security.

Only feeling the air around him becoming extraordinarily thick, before the halberd’s blade even touched him, his muscles, bones, blood, True Qi, and heart felt compressed into a small flame flickering in a gale.

"No..."

Ji Changlie roared in fury, his face flushed red with veins bulging almost out of his skin; at this moment, he thought of nothing else, any grand ambitions or schemes were flung beyond the clouds.

Truly feeling that death was so close to him.

His Dantian and Shanzhong both turned scorching hot, and at the last moment, Ji Changlie calmed down, with his left hand channeling Heavenly Yang and right hand channeling Profound Yin, drawing the Sun and Moon Celestial Mark.

Before him appeared a mysterious trajectory, True Qi emerged from his body, with hues of gold and pink, faintly exuding a Buddhist profound meaning.

Ji Changlie, not favored by the Ji Family patriarch, wasn’t taught the Stinging Dragon Profound Skill, nor did he master the Imperial family’s signature Emperor’s Dragon Fist or Nine Dragons Swordsmanship.

Therefore, he relied on the Heavenly Yang Pure Heart Skill and stealthily learned from the Profound Yin Scripture to create a Dragon-Slaying Sword to traverse the East Sea.

The sword was named "Dragon-Slaying".

What plans he had or what thoughts he harbored were clear to see.

It must be said, in martial arts, this person indeed showed exceptional prowess.

This Sword Technique, though cobbled together, through his relentless practice became a glimpse of Yin Yang Unity and the annihilation of all things.

At this moment, the twin swords merged, as if standing in another space, before him black and white vortices like the ebb and flow of Yin and Yang, dissolving True Qi, obliterating Martial Intent, wielding the power to cut through everything.

Clang...

In the blink of an eye.

In that split second, a halberd pierced through the air, just as the Yin Yang Sword Technique formed, met the blade of the halberd.

A ripple of impact stretched hundreds of feet, splattering in all directions.

Countless cavalrymen were lifted by the gust, horse and rider tossed into the sky.

In the midst of the golden flames, Ji Changlie’s black and white twin swords turned into two streaks of shadow, shooting diagonally into the sky.

His arms twisted, chest concaved, armor shattered, his face contorted in pain, as he was knocked back a hundred feet by the blow like a paper kite in the wind, crashing hard into the ranks of cavalry, knocking over a dozen horsemen along the way.

"Prince."

"Prince..."

"This is not good, retreat quickly."

As the spearhead of the cavalry, King Jinghai Ji Changlie, with just a single exchange,

was sent flying like a ball, barely visible, spitting blood as he struggled to stand.

Clearly, he was severely injured.

And opposite, the cavalry general in white robes and golden armor, as if swatting away a mosquito, waved his long halberd, leading his thirty thousand Cyan Cavalry charging forth like a crashing tide.

With overwhelming momentum, as starlight shielded their forms, their Military Qi united as one, just sensing the imposing power of their might could leave one breathless.

"How can we fight this?"

"No wonder Beizhou’s ten thousand Wolf Riders were also shattered by him; this man is beyond human prowess."

"We’ll die, we can’t face him."

"Retreat, retreat, quickly..."

Shouts rang out from all sides.

Assaulted by Chen Ping’s overwhelming Military Qi, the two thousand elite cavalry of the Jinghai Army, once proud and imposing, had their morale severely dampened.

With exclamations of shock, the front lines turned to rear lines, the rear lines to the front, as they retreated along their original route.

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