Chapter 1920: Weapon from the Nine Nether

Of course he didn't know that the Nine Nether Great Emperor was indeed assessing the battlefield situation, evaluating the standard of the Luodian army, including their momentum, ferocity, tenacity, and courage in the face of sudden accidents.

Who wouldn't push in a favorable situation? Whether an army is truly an elite force depends on how it fights in adverse conditions.

Although the other party wore a mask, Qu Ruhai seemed to feel that the Nine Nether Great Emperor's gaze was locked with his own.

Tsk, this feeling of having a spear needle on one's back is really unpleasant.

He was thinking about how to deal with this pretentious fool when the Nine Nether Great Emperor, disguised as a sculpture, moved.

This person grabbed at the collar, and a crimson pearl appeared in his palm.

The Nine Nether Great Emperor's other hand swept over the pearl, as if brushing something out—

Nothing at all, just a gust of wind rising in place.

Wind blowing in the mountains is nothing unusual, but when the mountain wind passed over his body, Qu Ruhai felt a chill that penetrated to his marrow, as if this yin wind had also drilled into his brain, followed immediately by a sinister, cold laugh in his ear: "Jie jie!"

It spoke of the accident in which he lost his mother in his youth. At that time, he clearly felt the evidence was solid, but his father king refused to do anything about the concubine who had killed his mother. Thus, twelve-year-old Qu Ruhai grabbed a dagger and went to slay his enemy.

Kill! Kill them all!

Kill that bitch!

He returned to that scene again, footsteps and screams everywhere, and someone rushed over to press him down, urgently saying: "Drag him onto the platform, quick!"

Nearby was a high earthen platform, with a drop of seven or eight zhang from the ground, and below it was all stones. If a child fell down, what good ending could there be?

These people just wanted to kill him, to make him "die from a fall"!

In desperation, Qu Ruhai let out a loud cry, shook off that person's hand, and stabbed a dagger into his chest!

Two cries of alarm came from nearby.

"Clan Chief, my lord!"

Qu Ruhai shuddered, dazedly regaining his senses.

He looked closely and saw that the one he had killed was not some villain, but his own trusted aide!

He was no longer the twelve-year-old boy; he was on the battlefield opposing the Nine Nether Great Emperor!

The trusted aide stared at him, his eyes full of disbelief, then breathed his last.

At this moment, wind arose beside his ear, he flashed sideways to dodge, only to see another subordinate attack him!

This person's loyalty was beyond doubt, but at this moment he waved his long saber like a madman, his eyes blood-red, his breathing heavy and coarse.

Having failed to strike Qu Ruhai, he turned to slash at someone else, striking randomly.

However, although he was as fierce as a mad tiger and his movements were agile, he had lost all cleanliness; Qu Ruhai struck from behind with a knifehand, knocking him unconscious.

Qu Ruhai looked around again and saw that the army behind him was in complete chaos, at least twenty to thirty percent of the soldiers showing abnormalities—some clutching their heads and screaming, some standing in place in a daze, some like his subordinate, having gone mad, waving swords and hacking wildly.

They might be hacking enemies, but more likely they were hacking their own comrades.

What formation, what discipline, what fighting will—all had been flung to the farthest reaches of the clouds.

Meanwhile, the remaining troops were being trampled into disarray by war elephants and Yu tribe cavalry, unable to re-form their ranks.

Chaos upon chaos.

Qu Ruhai shouted orders loudly, but to little effect—the maddened men simply would not obey commands.

He was greatly alarmed in his heart: what exactly had the Nine Nether Great Emperor done to the Luodian army!

With yuan energy protecting them, the Luodian army had strong resistance to divine abilities and techniques, especially those bewildering and confusing arts that are hard to affect battlefield soldiers.

Yuan energy naturally possesses the ability to break through obstacles.

But what in the world is going on with this scene before my eyes!

Qu Ruhai recalled the abnormality that had befallen himself; he was naturally alert, but the voice that appeared beside his ear could speak straight to his heart, drawing out the deep-seated resentment and pain buried there.

Even with his firm will, he was thus affected—how could the other soldiers possibly be immune?

Qu Ruhai let out a hoarse roar; the Luodian elite troops who remained clear-headed immediately rushed from all directions.

After personally hacking down a giant wolf, he suddenly felt something, and sharply turned his head to look toward the half-slope.

At that very moment, the Nine Nether Great Emperor raised the tip of his spear forward, pointing it at Qu Ruhai's nose:

"Kill!"

The sound was like a deep thunder, shaking people's hearts with numbness.

The black-spotted steed beneath him moved like a fleeing rabbit, shooting out like an arrow.

The commander leading from the front, the black-armored troops behind him moved in unison, shouting as they descended the mountain slope.

Before the rear troops could finish re-forming, Qu Ruhai kicked his horse's belly and urgently ordered: "Advance!"

Not a single word, not a single blade, not a single shot, not a single inner part, not a single thing, not a single one, not a single look!

The Luodian cavalry followed closely behind, charging toward the enemy.

The enemy, occupying the high ground and launching a downward charge, already had the terrain advantage; Qu Ruhai could not let them truly build up their speed.

Under the gaze of all, the Nine Nether Great Emperor's body suddenly emitted thick black mist, which the wind blew, causing it to stream backward.

Thus the entire black-armored army was wrapped in the black mist; from afar, it looked exactly like a black torrent released from a sluice gate.

The Nine Nether Great Emperor rode at the very front, single-handedly leading this torrent, charging straight toward Qu Ruhai.

The Luodian cavalry all raised their crossbows, shooting him with a series of "sou-sou-sou" arrows.

However, once the arrows entered the black mist, their fate was unknown; no one else saw how the Nine Nether Great Emperor blocked them.

At this short distance, the Black-Spotted King reached Qu Ruhai's front after two accelerations, then immediately lifted its leg for a lunge!

The powerful muscles plus its innate talent meant its instantaneous lunge could even collide with and repel a woolly mammoth.

The Nine Nether Great Emperor's spear tip rose obliquely, that point of cold light stabbing straight at Qu Ruhai's left eye!

To the soldiers behind Qu Ruhai, this motion seemed as slow as a freeze-frame, but in reality, the two riders crossed in the blink of an eye.

Amid the warhorse's long neigh, the Nine Nether Great Emperor's long spear struck Qu Ruhai's shield.

That dull "dong" sound could be clearly heard even a hundred zhang away.

This shield of Qu Ruohai's was actually first obtained from the Longye tribe, made from the shell of the once-famous great demon "Heavenly Armor," which was nothing but a black sky ox, its entire cultivation residing in this hard shell. The shield had accompanied Qu Ruohai in campaigns north and south, surviving seventy or eighty battles big and small; though its surface was scarred, Qu Ruohai knew its nature was as tenacious as that of the Luo people.

But the force of the Nine Nether Great Emperor's spear pierced through the shield, causing this shield that had shared his life and death to nearly fly from his grasp.

Qu Ruohai would not foolishly meet this spear head-on; as the Black-Spotted King charged with full force, he shifted the horse's body sideways, thus avoiding the strongest impact. Besides channeling power into his left arm, his body also flickered with the light of yuan energy, preparing to thrust his spear after this exchange.

Who would have thought his hukou would split on the first round, his left arm under pressure, a tendon snapped!

So strong!

He had already poured in his full strength, even enjoying a yuan energy boost, yet he found himself on the back foot in a single move.

Could this fellow be a hairy elephant demon wrapped in human skin?

He did not know that the black-armored warriors behind the Nine Nether Great Emperor, seeing this scene, were also somewhat astonished; the Great Emperor's first thunderbolt spear as he charged on horseback truly possessed the might of Lei Ting, and in previous campaigns against the Kashan and Longye tribes, none who faced it remained upright. Yet this Qu surname actually withstood it—neither flung backward nor vomiting blood, indeed possessing some skill.