Chen Ping's Sword

Earlier, there was no choice but to be chased breathless by the Hu Cavalry, and to protect the evacuating citizens. As for the ones who were trapped in the city, there was nothing that could be done, so they just had to watch tens of thousands of people engulfed in flames and water.

Now that there’s a chance, how could they hold back?

"Kill the Hu, kill the Hu."

Over ten thousand soldiers behind them shouted in unison.

Chen Ping led the charge, crossing over piles of Hu people’s corpses, cutting the drawbridge ropes, breaking open the closing city gate, and charged into the city.

The army entered the city, surrounded by the sounds of battle. An hour later, Ling Mountain Prefecture had already turned into a sea of blood, with thick blood flowing on the ground. Some citizens were crying or laughing, exiting the city from the southern gate, following Master Changfeng towards the south.

However, Chen Ping ordered over ten thousand cavalrymen under his command to dismount and rest for a full hour before mounting again, heading straight for Wuyan Prefecture.

In Ling Mountain Prefecture, they killed over fifty thousand Hu people and Han traitors, including more than ten thousand Hu people and forty thousand Han surrendered soldiers. At this time, Chen Ping was too lazy to differentiate, only checking if the other side resisted and immediately slaughtering them cleanly.

He called upon all the city’s people to gather all usable grain and weapons and transport them south.

Similarly, Wuyan City had stationed over ten thousand troops. Perhaps they had received news from the frontline, and there were already elites garrisoned there. Birds flew from the city walls, and a golden eagle issued a piercing cry.

Chen Ping had just arrived and had yet to set up a large formation when the city gate opened wide, and a general, wielding a gold-colored giant cudgel like a roof beam, sprinted wildly for an attack.

This burly man’s body was strong and imposing, standing about three meters tall, with a stout body like a pillar, a broad nose, and a wide mouth.

His arms were as thick as big trees, his muscles knotted like gnarled tree roots. The skin exposed outside his armor had a greenish-black hue, covered with deep patterns like the tough skin of a big elephant.

As this person ran, he was swift and fierce. With each rise and fall, the ground trembled, giving an impression of irresistible force.

"This is Murong Wudi, who has practiced the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppression Skill to the fifteenth layer, capable of turning rivers and seas. Even a Grandmaster in the Second Realm cannot withstand such a monstrous blow of his, and his life force is extremely tenacious. Junior Yuh and Junior Sister Yun both died at his hands."

Upon seeing this person, Master Qiuye’s eyes filled with intense killing intent, and he leaned closer to whisper a reminder: "In some respects, on the front lines of battle, Murong Wudi’s strength surpasses even Yuwen Zao. Although he doesn’t know the Fortune Array Technique, his offensive power is extraordinarily strong. In rushing battles and killing generals, he is invincible. Do not underestimate him."

"I understand. Please, Master Qiuye, step back a bit to watch out for the divine archer on the city tower, who is concealing his breath and form, readying his bow. We must not be unprepared.

Little Mingyue, stay close to your mother and protect her, do not be careless."

Chen Ping whispered this order.

His mind was deep like the moon, reflecting in all directions.

Various murderous intents and malice, whether visible or not, were clearly sensed in the heart, without missing anything.

On the other side, that fierce general’s Qi and Blood were like a surging flood. Even Chen Ping had to let out a cheer.

Strictly speaking, the other side’s figure, as strong as a small mountain, was not purely following a path of Body Cultivation.

Nor had many acupoints been opened.

However, in Chen Ping’s perception, the opponent was like a dragon, a giant elephant.

The path he followed was the way of beast and martial arts, and inside his body, it was very likely that he had fused some powerful fierce beast’s essence blood.

Thus, he resembled a wild beast more than a human.

Chen Ping even suspected that if this fellow fought, his mind might not be very clear, and once he went berserk, he would attack indiscriminately without recognizing kin.

But there’s no doubt that his combat power is indeed exceptional; his strength is already quite comparable to half of Chen Ping’s own.

He raised his head thoughtfully, looking into the sky. In the clouds above, a flash of golden light darted by like lightning.

This was an old acquaintance, no, an old familiar bird.

That familiar killing intent, the rapid speed, the silhouette ready to swoop down at any moment, wasn’t this exactly the Golden Eagle, one of the five Spirit Pets under Duran’s command?

"Xiaoyue, protect me?"

Master Qiuye was surprised, thinking since when did she become so weak as to need protection from her precious daughter?

Although she felt a warm sense in her heart regarding Chen Ping’s arrangement, she also found it strangely absurd.

’He must be speaking ironically, not wanting Xiaoyue to get a bit of injury, so he sends her to my side to have me protect the little girl. To desire a priceless treasure, having a devoted lover is rare, Xiaoyue wasn’t so lucky in the first half of her life, is it really turning around now?

However, sticking so unreservedly, she’s in no way chosen the wrong person.’

Ran Qiuye gave Chen Ping a deep look, opened her mouth as if to carefully advise him to be cautious and not take things lightly. She thought for a moment, then didn’t say anything.

Within an army, as a General, he naturally held his authority.

Before making a decision, one could speak freely without causing resentment.

However, now with the field at hand, with both armies locking eyes, at the moment of confrontation, saying one more word would boost other people’s morale and dampen one’s own spirit.

However, while she might not be able to provide much help in terms of martial force, her Jianghu experience and battle formation experience, which she never ceased honing over the years, surely could give him some support, guarding against sneak attacks from others.

If anything goes wrong, she can help block and prevent the opposite pursuit.

Ran Qiuye not only recognized Murong Wudi, the Beizhou vanguard’s formidable fierce general, but she also faintly sensed the Celestial Witchcraft Sect’s Array of All Spirits, whose majestic vitality firmly enveloped the exiting army, as a result, this batch of Hu Cavalry, compared to the Tuoba Brothers’ pursuing army, was more determined and appeared more elite and fierce.