Chapter 132

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

In the universe, all forces great and small are watching this great battle with burning eyes — the Third Abundance War.

They do not care about the victory or defeat of the Abundance Alliance, nor the survival of the Shen Wu Xian Zhou; the only thing they care about is whether the Divine Martial General Xuan Ge will die.

If Xuan Ge dies, there will surely be countless people in the Huan Yu secretly rejoicing, having rid themselves of this nightmare that has weighed on their hearts for many years;

If Xuan Ge lives, there will be countless people weeping, continuing to live under his deterrence.

Those who want to win have not the slightest smile on their faces.

The Zhang Zhang of the Hui Yuan Zu personally leads the ten million Abundance Army, standing at the other end of the battlefield, his Yan Se extremely grave, brows tightly knit, eyes fixed dead on the Shen Wu great army a thousand meters away.

He can very clearly sense the dense Xun Lie power emanating from every single person in the enemy Jun Zhen.

That power is biting, overbearing, carrying lethal Sha Yi, making him subconsciously want to step back, every hair on his body standing on end.

He forcibly endures this instinctive dread, gripping his weapon tight, sweat unconsciously beading out.

Although the number of the Shen Wu army is far less than the Abundance Alliance's ten million multitude.

But in every one of their eyes, blood-red light surges, their momentum like a rainbow; that fearless, death-defying appearance nearly scared him to death.

If it is said that those who want to win have no smile on their faces, then those who are certain to win will have a smile on their faces that cannot be concealed, hooking up the corners of their mouths.

On the Shen Wu army side, every single soldier clearly feels the abundant power bestowed by the General.

That power flows through their four limbs and hundred bones, warm and powerful, as if with a single swing of a fist they could easily shatter a planet.

Every Shen Wu soldier gazes with burning eyes at the dense Abundance Alliance opposite, not the slightest fear in them, only dense killing desire burning like a raging fire in the bottom of their eyes.

In everyone's heart, there is only one thought:

As long as I kill fast enough and kill enough, I can return the power the General divided out to him as soon as possible, reducing his pain.

Wei Qing steps forward slowly, pulling from his waist a blue-gold edict flashing with lightning patterns.

He spreads his hands, circulating the Ming Tu power within his body, his voice resonant, penetrating the battlefield, and recites aloud:

"The Imperial Bow is above, Xun Lie bears witness, listen! The voice of Shen Wei!"

"Abundance fiends, beastly ilk. Bu Li bloodthirsty, Chi Yi crafty and deceitful, Hui Yuan abets cruelty, Bai Lang acts as accomplice."

"Such fiendish livestock, defying the Dao of Heaven, disrespecting the Xian Zhou; wherever they pass, not an inch of grass grows, living beings suffer."

"Today the Yu Huang oversteps, driving Living Star demon stars, gathering ten million motley crowds, wolfish ambition, daring to invade our Shen Wu Xian Zhou, destroy our home, kill our clansmen!"

"Laughable!"

Wei Qing's voice suddenly rises, carrying dense mockery and disdain:

"You rely on Living Stars; I have Cause and Effect as my blade. You rely on ten million for numbers; I have Iron Cavalry that each equals a thousand!"

"Yu Huang brat, back then I could slaughter your entire clan; today, I can kill you once more!"

Reciting to this point, Wei Qing's tone sinks, his expression solemn, and he shouts loudly: "Shen Wu officers and soldiers, hear the order:"

"Xuan horses shatter enemy formations, long spears drink dry enemy blood."

"This battle, no victory no return, fight to the death!"

As his words fall, the edict in Wei Qing's hand instantly turns into flying ash filling the sky, scattering with the wind.

His right hand condenses, Ming Tu power surges within him, a Black Gold Formation Blade appears out of thin air, gripped in his hand, the blade body radiating cold, biting light.

He stares sharply at the Abundance Army, quietly awaiting the moment to join battle.

The Hui Yuan Zhang Zhang opposite, seeing Wei Qing rouse the Shen Wu army's morale, also wants to speak, to cheer his own soldiers, steady the formation.

But just at this moment, he suddenly feels every hair on his body stand on end, a fatal sense of crisis instantly sweeping through his whole body.

Before he can make any reaction, an incomparably massive pressure suddenly crashes down upon the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, enveloping every person above the battlefield.

That pressure is so heavy it is as if bearing the weight of the entire world, making people unable to catch their breath, even breathing becoming extraordinarily difficult.

On the Shen Wu army side, every single person's body instantly emits blue-gold light, dazzling and eye-catching.

Immediately after, one blurry human figure after another floats into the air above each Shen Wu soldier.

Those figures are exactly identical in face to their corresponding Shen Wu soldiers, upright in bearing, awe-inspiring in momentum, as if they are their Will Soul true bodies, living and dying together with them.

Will Soul Manifestation, instantly offsetting most of the pressure, every Shen Wu soldier steadily bears this weight.

Even the Xuan horses beneath them manifest a faint phantom on their bodies, their momentum even greater.

Conversely, on the Abundance fiends' side, it has already turned into a sea of blood.

Those weak Abundance fiends simply cannot withstand this terrifying pressure, instantly crushed into meat paste and plasma, splattering everywhere, too horrible to behold.

Wei Qing raises his eyes, glances at the three Activated Planets in the sky that are no longer advancing, a trace of approval flashing in his eyes.

In his heart, he heavily praises the Hei Ta Lady.

If not for the Hei Ta Lady's device, these three Activated Planets would surely have caused the Shen Wu army heavy losses, and at that time the General would be in danger.

Immediately, Wei Qing grips the Black Gold Formation Blade in his hand, violently points it at the Abundance Army, his voice resonant, shaking heaven and earth, and shouts loudly:

"Kill!"

"Shen Wu Xian Zhou! Divine Martial Ten Thousand Miles!"

"Kill!!!"

Several hundred thousand Shen Wu soldiers shout in unison, the slogan deafening, resounding through the clouds, carrying a fearless, death-defying resolve, resounding across the entire battlefield.

The cavalry launches the charge first, the Xuan horses beneath them galloping on all four hooves, kicking up dust filling the sky, speed fast as lightning, charging toward the Abundance Alliance.

The infantry forms neat military formations, steps steady, like an unstoppable bulldozer, slowly advancing, momentum like splitting bamboo.

Under the augmentation of that terrifying pressure, the Shen Wu army's footsteps and hoofbeats gather together, actually treading out the majestic momentum of hundreds of millions, shaking the ground until it trembles slightly.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Clan Leader Hui Yan endured the searing pain in his body, forced himself to stand up, and exerted all his strength to adapt to this terrifying pressure, his face deathly pale, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He shouted loudly at the Abundance soldiers beside him: "The Shen Wu Xian Zhou has always oppressed us people of Abundance!"

"Now, they have used such despicable means to turn the situation around! They are afraid of us!"

"Sons, follow me to meet them in battle! Kill them, trample Shen Wu flat, and avenge our people!"

Just as he finished speaking, before he could even mobilize the soldiers, a figure instantly appeared before him.

Wei Qing held the reins of the Xuan Horse in his left hand, while the Black Gold Formation Blade in his right hand continuously flashed with dazzling light.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed before Clan Leader Hui Yan, moving so fast that only a lingering afterimage remained.

He took the opportunity to loosen part of his grip on the blade, seized the tail of the Formation Blade, giving Clan Leader Hui Yan no time to react, exerted force with his arm, and with a Splitting Mountain strike, he fiercely hacked down at Clan Leader Hui Yan.

Clan Leader Hui Yan's pupils shrank suddenly; he only saw the commander before him, his face pitch black, unable to make out his specific features.

But those blood-red eyes were exceptionally clear, carrying a cold killing intent, staring fixedly at him.

A feeling of death instantly seized him, and sweat and urine flowed out uncontrollably.

But consciousness ultimately gained the upper hand; seeing Wei Qing raise the Formation Blade and hack toward him, Clan Leader Hui Yan subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand, intending to block it.

But the next second, Clan Leader Hui Yan's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Wait a moment... how did this general pass right by me?

Before he could understand what had happened, his body was wracked with a sharp pain, as if something had forcibly split him in two.

Thanks to the powerful regenerative ability of the Abundance Path, he did not die immediately; he forcibly twisted his gaze to look at his own body.

He saw that the weapon in his hand had already been cleanly severed, his body split open from the middle, fresh blood gushing out and staining the ground red.

At this moment, he finally understood that he was dead.

With two thuds, the two halves of Clan Leader Hui Yan's body fell to the ground respectively, his gaze gradually dimming and losing its luster.

The last trace of his consciousness continued to struggle stubbornly, with only one thought in his mind:

"Sons... you... must... win... ah! Abundance... must win..."

The Shen Wu Corps cavalry, closely following Wei Qing's footsteps, continued to charge.

The Xuan Horse beneath him kept trampling on Clan Leader Hui Yan's corpse, the crisp sound of horse hooves mixed with the sound of bones shattering.

In just one second, Clan Leader Hui Yan's corpse was trampled by countless hooves into a pool of minced flesh, completely merging into the land of the Shen Wu Xian Zhou.

Clan Leader Hui Yan remained forever in this place he had wanted to trample flat.