Chapter 370: God‑Level Lost, Straight to the Battlefield

Heaven and earth split, all things roared.

This night, fierce flames scorched, their aura towered, the long night boiled.

That mighty, violent fire force was terrifying to the extreme, sweeping forward with the resolve to burn and melt the whole heaven and earth, making scalps tingle and hearts clench.

Though the two in the carriage had witnessed turmoil before, they had never seen such a scene; instantly their faces drastically changed.

For the first time, Xuan Feixing's usually icy, waveless brows and eyes showed genuine alarm, without the slightest slack.

He completely ignored the Fucouzi at his side, gripping the carriage shaft with one hand, then using a sudden burst of waist strength, he leapt up, flipped once in midair, steadily turned and jumped down from the carriage, landed silently, his motion swift, clean, and seamless.

He planted his feet, looked into the distance: far-off flames stretched in sheets, crimson fire waves layered and rolled across the horizon, black smoke billowing everywhere.

Xuan Feixing's face sank as if frozen, brows furrowed, expression grim to the extreme, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately bent and swiftly packed his belongings.

His hands and feet were swift, gathering the few essential items he carried, swiftly bundling them into his pack, slinging it behind him with practiced haste, his posture resolute—clearly he had resolved to set out at once.

The Fucouzi on the carriage shaft was already terrified, stiff all over; after days together, he knew best Xuan Feixing's cold, hard, taciturn nature and decisive conduct......

Now, seeing him pack like this, could it be that he thinks the situation is bad and intends to abandon me and flee alone?

This time, the Fucouzi truly couldn't care about the night's chill or their earlier quarrel, he scrambled down from the carriage, his voice filled with undisguised panic and pleading:

"Ji Mao Ge, I really didn't mean it earlier, don't be angry......"

"Forget it, you can be angry, but don't leave me alone!"

This raging inferno, the scene in the distance must be extremely horrifying.

Under flying arrows, all beings are equal.

This is not the time when he could survive by merely showing off a bit of heavenly knowledge and slick talk.

He had long said he wasn't afraid to speak, only afraid of lacking the chance to do so.

If today's events prevent him from returning to serve the Empress, and instead he dies here for no apparent reason.....

That would be a huge joke.

All along, we've relied on Xuan Feixing to stay safe; if he leaves......

Xuan Feixing kept his back straight, never turning, his silhouette stiff and resolute, his voice cold, deep, and firm, especially clear against the growing clamor in the distance:

"I have no intention of abandoning you to flee alone!"

"But now I suddenly recall that Feather Mountain originally lay in the Central Plains; we've been muddling along, likely unknowingly stepping into the border between the North and South Dynasties."

He paused, his gaze sinking toward the north where flames shot to the sky, his tone gaining a hint of sternness:

"The commotion in the distance is towering, its momentum immense—certainly not ordinary banditry, very likely an uprising of the Northern Dynasty barbarians!"

"This concerns border security; I must go investigate. This carriage is yours—drive it back at once with all your belongings. I cannot accompany you further...... Return home soon, that will keep you safe."

The Fucouzi's mind reeled, he lost himself, but before he could speak to protest or detain, that tall, cold figure ahead already lifted a foot and strode forward without hesitation toward the sky‑filled flames, without a hint of reluctance.

The cold night stained with blood, the darkness turned into an Asura.

On the plain, the ceaseless thunder of hooves, the crackling of burning wooden houses, the sharp clash of weapons, the anguished cries and pleas of the people......

Myriad sounds intertwined, filling the silent long night, grim yet solemn, layer upon layer pressing in, shaking people's eardrums.

Xuan Feixing hurried northward; the closer he got to the battlefield's heart, the more his heart pounded, unable to calm.

He bore the witch's blood; since taking up martial arts, his physique and endurance far surpassed others, running nonstop through the night for several hours, he crossed the empty, barren plains and finally found a small rise of higher ground.

Yet after swiftly climbing the rise and gazing out over the whole battlefield, Xuan Feixing's eyes instantly welled with deeper gloom and shock——

The situation below was far more perilous and urgent than he had anticipated.

At the edge of his vision, a nameless city had already been utterly devoured by the raging flames.

The entire city was engulfed in blazing fire, every building and lane ablaze, thick smoke blotting out the sun, flames shooting to the sky.

Countless innocent civilians, clad in rags and wretched, dragged their families from the fire, their wails and lamentations rising and falling; everywhere lay the sight of displaced souls and suffering masses.

On the plain beneath the city, countless Northern Dynasty barbarian heavy cavalry galloped back and forth, unstoppable.

These cavalrymen were typical Mongol‑clad: wearing heavy iron armor, beast‑face helmets with plumes, felt coats, waist‑hooked sabers, and riding sturdy tall horses.

Both men and horses were armored, their aura ferocious, their intimidation absolute.

The barbarian cavalry's tactics were ruthless and brutal, showing no mercy; they heaved ceramic jars filled with fuel into the city, then swiftly tossed down torches.

Sparks meeting fuel instantly ignited a prairie fire; sheets of flame shot skyward, the blaze spread wildly, trapping the whole city in a sea of fire.

The city's defenders, already dazed and vision blurred by the smoke and fire, struggled to form ranks under the chaos, but before they could finish lining up, they were slammed head‑on by the charging barbarian cavalry——

A flash of cold light—the saber swept down in a clean cut!

Just one strike!

Just one strike!

The city guards were instantly severed head from body, blood spraying the ground, their corpses crashing down, unable to offer any resistance.

The cavalry charged back and forth, slaughtering at will, yet none could withstand their edge!

Xuan Feixing usually considered himself cold‑hearted and steadfast, yet the sight of rivers of blood, the city engulfed in flames, and the people mercilessly slaughtered still shook him to the core, filling him with endless dread.

He stood in the long night, stunned for a moment, then gathered his resolve, hesitated no more, gritted his teeth, summoned all his strength and sprinted down, crossing the last stretch of open plain, straight into the fleeing crowd.

In the firelight, a mother and daughter clutching each other, weeping, came into view—thin clothes, bodies smeared with dirt and blood, trembling helplessly amid the chaos.

Xuan Feixing stepped forward swiftly, leapt to shield them, raised his hand to protect the panicked mother and daughter, and urged them to flee desperately toward the wilderness beyond the city.

Relying on his extraordinary skill and courage, he dodged and weaved, barely managing to bring them a few li out, just barely avoiding the front‑line fighting.

Yet the danger behind never faded—dense, heavy hoofbeats clung close, step by step pressing in, like a shadow, leaving no escape.

Just as the three were about to exhaust their strength, the hoofbeats behind suddenly closed in; several barbarian heavy cavalry surrounded them, trapping the trio in place.

The expected bloody slaughter did not come; the leader, a rugged‑looking barbarian cavalryman, reined in his mount and dismounted.

His gaze was coarse and brazen, landing straight on Xuan Feixing's side—the comely mother and daughter— a flicker of greed in his eyes, then he looked at Xuan Feixing; though he spoke stiff, halting Chinese, his words carried undisguisable threat and arrogance:

"Are they your family?"

"Let them keep my brothers company for one night, and I'll spare your life."

?? Finally getting to write the important plot point......

? Really want to make a decision that defies the ancestors, every day keep adding more updates, more and more, in one go update all the way to the big finale...... but the book is so unpopular, so unpopular, leaving me with no motivation......