Chapter 437: Tibetan Horse Bear

The great hero Dianliang was captured; the Qiang people fell into momentary chaos, his close nobles were about to flee, and Dianliang's son stepped forward to steady morale.

If they had just been trading blows, it instantly became an offensive-defensive chase.

The Lord of Covering Heaven spotted a place thick with Qiang people, beat a wing, and iced over a large area; the Qiang people grew even more frightened, and more of those lacking the will to fight appeared.

The Great King let out a breath of relief; the overall situation was settled.

He paused to catch his breath, just in time to see the Qiang people throwing chunks of flesh and blood into their formation; the Great King was still wondering what kind of dark sorcery this was, having heard that these plateau folk held some strange beliefs—when, in the next instant, he clearly heard a roar of anger amid the chaotic battlefield.

"Roar~!"

Some hulking black shapes came charging from behind the stone fort!

The Great King recognized them at once: "Tibetan horse bears!"

To find out what breed his Winnie was and how big it could grow, the Great King had specially studied the detailed genealogy of bears. The big bear appearing here could only be a Tibetan horse bear from the vicinity of Kunlun Mountain.

That bear looked no smaller than Winnie, likely weighing close to a ton. It must have been specially raised by the Shaodang people; growing that large in the wild is no easy feat, and it looks to be over seven or eight hundred catties.

The Great King hastily lowered his gaze to the piece that had fallen before his horse; this time he saw clearly it was a black, furry little leg, missing the big toe.

They had chopped up the Tibetan horse bear's cubs and flung them into the Great King's formation!

"Watch out, the Qiang people have unleashed a frenzied Tibetan horse bear!"

At a glance there were at least five or six of them; in a moment they came running, the Great King hastily nocked and loosed an arrow—the Sun-shooting Bow's nature was also invincible—and he actually struck a Qiang man who was retreating to the side, hitting the bear's ear, the Qiang man fell with a cry, and that bear lunged at Weishen.

The Great King dared not shoot wildly anymore, for hitting his own side would be hopeless; the arrows of the Sun-shooting Bow are expensive for a reason—they can pierce his heavy armor, and the arrowhead explodes in flesh and blood, making a hit basically unstoppable.

Weishen was fighting the Shaodang cavalry when the bear ignored the Qiang people, rushed over and slapped a paw at his warhorse; the White Gold Wild Horse stumbled in its dodge, nearly falling, but after regaining balance it lunged forward, trying to impale the Tibetan horse bear with the spikes on its armor.

Too bad the bear's hide was thick and tough; a stab wasn't fatal, and its roar shook the heavens. Weishen snatched a moment to turn and slash it, only hitting its shoulder blade, and the already irritable, frenzied bear grew even angrier.

The Great King was anxious, "Baize! Cousin!" What are these bears eating to grow so huge?

Baize had no choice but to abandon the great hero he was trampling and go deal with the big bear.

That bear was also uncanny; it ignored the Qiang people, only madly charging into the Great King's cavalry, while the Great King waved his spear and kept an eye on the battle situation where Weike and his men were.

"Lingyin!" Lingyin could only abandon the Qiang soldiers before him, rise from his warhorse, step onto the crowd, and run toward those several bears.

The Great King tried to divide his attention, when suddenly he felt a foul, strong wind sweep from the left; he hastily pulled White Dragon to the right to dodge.

A Tibetan horse bear larger than the others lunged at the Great King, its blood-red eyes fixed on the bear cub's leg hanging from White Dragon's hind hoof.

"Roar~!!!"

"Your Highness!"

Even before he saw it, the Great King smelled a rotten, earthy stench mixed with a nauseating foul odor; turning his head, he saw a huge bear almost as big as Baize lunging at him.

The Great King wanted to curse, "How can there be such a huge bear in the world? Have you become a spirit?!"

The Great King withdrew his spear, still embedded in a Qiang person, and swung it with all his might at the big bear; the sharp spear pierced the bear's body, blood spraying. At the same time, a guard rushed forward and slashed, and now the bear, enraged, ignored its bleeding wound and lifted its claws to swipe at the Great King.

The Great King was also getting anxious, seeing that it was impossible to kill the frenzied bear with a single blow; he clamped his legs to make White Dragon retreat, while quickly pulling back his spear for a second strike, but the distance was too close and the bear's momentum did not wane.

At the critical moment, White Dragon actually rose onto its hind legs, lifted its forehooves high, and kicked straight at the big bear, actually flipping the bear, which far outmatched it in size, onto the ground.

"Whoa!"

The Great King seized the opportunity, thrusting his spear with all his strength into the bear's belly to pin it to the ground—he was exerting every ounce of his strength!

The guard finally got a chance to deliver a coup de grâce; the bear howled in pain, acting mad, its violent thrashing tore up patches of grass, and it only lay still after the surrounding grass had been soaked red.

The guard stepped forward, pulled the spear out, and returned it to the Great King; the Great King grimaced, the big bear was finally dead, but he wasn't overly pleased—he himself raised bears.

He glanced back at the bloody bear cub's leg lying on the ground and muttered, "Humans are truly wicked."

By this point, Shaodang had thoroughly enraged him.