Chen Ping's Sword

"Don’t leave, Yuwen Zao."

The female general Xuwu wielded her Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber, which roared with a piercing sound, cutting through the air and leaving a few black trails in the sky. She galloped madly, her horse’s four hooves seemingly riding on clouds, speeding towards the chase.

Approximately five thousand riders followed, their Military Qi unified, forming a gigantic shadow resembling a soaring serpent behind her, making one’s heart shiver upon seeing it.

"Fortune Array Operation Realm, Primordial Golden Body, can’t be resisted."

Yuwen Zao turned his wolf’s head, disregarding the perilous terrain, having no intention of confronting, and rushed straight into the forest.

He had arranged a military array and fought two battles against Chen Ping, being a bit sensitive towards generals trained in the Primordial Golden Body Technique.

If his combat power was intact, he wouldn’t worry at all about facing five thousand troops with only one or two thousand cavalry behind him, as he would confidently fight and prevail.

But now, with over three thousand exhausted troops after a bloody battle and being relentlessly pursued for tens of miles, they were utterly fatigued.

Mere marching had already left them breathless, let alone charging and fighting bloodily.

The opposing cavalry was obviously long-ambushed, each in full vigor, with morale soaring; in such a situation, fighting head-on would be a death wish.

"Yuwen Hao is here, those who block the path shall die."

Yuwen Hao was startled at first, then he looked closely and saw a female general ahead, pausing slightly, thinking that after his uncle’s defeat, he had already lost courage.

Not daring to confront even a mere female general was simply laughable.

He shouted and led five Innate Guards around him along with eight hundred Household Generals to charge ferociously.

Beyond Eagle’s Beak Cliff lay open land; after crossing the Celestial Gate Pass, one would return to the North Territory, a smooth route.

At this moment, rushing into the mountains where they might scatter, no one knows how many more contingencies they might encounter in twists and turns.

Yuwen Hao, trained in the Esoteric Sect Mantra Vajra Method, had long reached Late-Stage Innate, Invincible Golden Body Realm, with immense strength and forceful moves. He wielded the Treasure Moon Golden Light Pestle with various gemstones embedded in its golden body, matching his Golden Armored Snow Wolf, exhibiting unparalleled might.

He charged at the forefront, swinging the heavy pestle, roaring as it landed, with countless tiny bells on the weapon buzzing, shaking one’s heart and spirit.

His eyes revealed a cruel smile.

Seeing the opposing female general slicing with her saber, he didn’t retreat at all, already intending to knock the beautiful-faced general unconscious and capture her alive.

"Clang..."

Before Yuwen Hao could contemplate more details or plan how to treat the female general aligned with his aesthetics, he felt as if the Treasure Moon Pestle in his hand had struck a mountain.

Empoweringly overwhelming force surged like a tidal wave.

He heard a soft laugh beside him.

"Overestimating oneself."

Then, his tiger’s mouth ached severely, and he could no longer grip the pestle, as a ray of golden light soared skyward.

The Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber buzzed, seeming exhausted, then spun abruptly, like a venomous dragon, thrusting fiercely.

In fright and panic, Yuwen Hao circulated his entire cultivation, chanting continuously, his body glowing even more with golden light, borrowing strength to dart backward.

However, none of these methods were of any use.

The spinning blade, like piercing through paper, stabbed through the Vajra Dharma Body, straight through the back.

While hoisting Yuwen Hao in mid-air, the saber vibrated with a boom...

Yuwen Hao’s body shattered into pieces.

"It’s my first time seeing someone competing for strength with the Primordial Golden Body Technique."

Han Xiaoru flicked her wrist to clear the bloodstains off the saber’s edge, surveying the few Innate Experts ahead with phoenix-like eyes, spurring the horse onward, dragging the saber for another slash...

This time, as the saber light flashed, the sky ahead split into yin and yang colors, the airflow exploded, faintly entwined with strands of lightning, leaving traces of white.

The red horse swept past.

The Innate expert ahead was cleaved in half, person and blade together.

Following Han Xiaoru, two Primordial Disciples with several feet of golden light around them charged forward, utterly terrifying Yuwen Hao’s vanguard.

Swiftly swept over by the five thousand riders chasing from behind like a windstorm.

Left behind was only a vast field of severed limbs, with wolf corpses strewn about.

"The one with the pheasant feather behind the head is Yuwen Zao..."

After annihilating the elite led by Yuwen Hao, the five thousand riders scattered across the mountain, grouping in threes and fives, relentlessly pursuing Yuwen Zao’s retreating soldiers.

Persistently hunting while shouting.

Chasing Yuwen Zao into a panicked state, hastily tearing off the pheasant feather from his crown, even tearing off a small bunch of hair, leaving his hair disheveled, he dismounted from the Snow Wolf, employing the Light Body Technique, sprinting deeper into the forest.

At this point, only a few hundred men could still follow him.

"The one in red armor is Yuwen Zao; do not let him escape."

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Vaguely, he could hear shouts coming from all directions, and occasionally a squad would charge out, especially several cavalry generals whose bodies shone with golden light, relentlessly pursuing him.

His heart turned cold, and he hurriedly ran while tearing off his red robe, discarding his golden armor, and escaped down the mountain wearing only his inner clothes.

He traversed forests and climbed mountains, running until his True Qi was nearly exhausted before stopping, only to find that there were only a dozen or so people left by his side.

The setting sun was falling in the west, and dusk was approaching.

Ahead, a long river flowed, with boats tied along the shore.

Yuwen Zao felt a surge of joy in his heart.

All the way during his escape, though fleeing haphazardly, he still roughly judged the direction.

He knew that this river was the Weih River.

When he seized the Celestial Gate Pass and occupied Baiyang City, he ordered the massacre of the city, transporting the bodies of the Southern People out of the city, filling this river and stopping its flow. The one hundred thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry crossed southward over this ’bridge of flesh’ made of corpses, without the need for a single boat.

Almost a month had passed since then, and the bodies in the river had long swollen, the bridge of flesh was destroyed by mountain floods, scattering all over, necessitating boats once more.

Seeing this familiar scene and the distant familiar decaying city, Yuwen Zao sighed deeply and smiled.

"Here, we are safe. We will cross the pass overnight and head to the North Territory."

He was in a pitiful state now, surrounded by a dozen men, each with a weary face, who all breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.

The one hundred thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry were utterly finished.

However, as long as they could find a way out, there was a chance to make a comeback.

Yuwen Zao looked back at the bloodied path they had fought through from the mountains, coldly smiling, "I must admit, that little thief Chen Ping is indeed somewhat clever, but ultimately too young, his plans not meticulous enough, allowing this old man to escape alive after all. Someday, I will surely take his head. If I break this vow, may this saber fall upon me."

He drew his long saber from his waist, holding the hilt with both hands, crossing and exerting force, clang...

The long saber broke into two halves.

"You may have no chance; by order of the Sect Leader, we have waited here for some time."

A swordsman garbed in Taoist robes with a flowing beard stood up from the reeds, his body glowing with a golden light like fire.

It was Yuk Zhixian, the Second Elder of the Primordial Sect; he guarded this last passage at the Weih River Crossing.

This person’s cultivation was not as profound as the former Sect Leader Sunx Yun, nor was his talent as exceptional as his junior nephew Han Wushang; however, under the protection of the Three Yang Heart-Burning Dao Seed, practicing body refinement day and night with star energy, he had now also reached the Primordial Golden Body Perfection Realm.

Although he had only just attained it, it was still a perfection.

His whole body emanated a harmonious golden glow, exuding an almost indestructible feel.

Beside him were a young man and woman.

The man was bulky, with a broadsword and golden body.

One of the Seven of the Primordial, Fang Shen.

The other was of course Yangg Tao, petite and delicate.

As these three appeared, more than thirty Jianghu people of various garb appeared from all sides, their eyes blood-red, looking at Yuwen Zao as if they wanted to devour him.

"Hu dog, did you ever imagine this day would come when you slaughtered the city back then?"

These were survivors who had barely escaped the massacre of Baiyang City, responding to Chen Ping’s call, ambushing here for revenge.

"What a Chen Ping, I, this old man, cannot compare."

Yuwen Zao’s face turned ashen.

By this time, he was utterly exhausted, his combat power greatly reduced.

The dozen Hu general leaders by his side were in the same state.

They had no strength to withstand the lively and vigorous disciples of the Primordial Sect and the remaining experts from Baiyang City.

After only a dozen breaths of brutal fighting.

Yuwen Zao’s head was severed, and his body chopped into mincemeat.

...

In mid-air, a small azure bird traced an arc, gracefully turning and flying away.

Chen Ping withdrew his heart and spirit, looking back, he saw from the southeast, under the sunset glows, banners visibly moving in the distance.

The ground gradually began to tremor.

That was the Jinghai Army.

He shook his head, muttering, "Why push so futilely? If you had held your troops this time, I had no intent of absolute extermination."