Chapter 105: The White Tiger's Dance of Slaughter (The Qi Zhou Campaign Temporarily Ends)

At this moment, Bai Hu, holding the White Tiger Slaughter World Spear and wearing the White Tiger Holy Blade at his waist, appeared, as if bringing an unstoppable, icy killing intent to this bloody battlefield.

His gaze was firm and cold, like the last piece of unmelted ice in winter, reflecting the fearful eyes of countless who longed to survive.

The white-gold armor glittered in the sunlight with a dazzling light, as if blessed by divine spirits, exuding an air of slaughter and resolve everywhere.

At this moment, Bai Hu was like a bolt of lightning slicing across the battlefield; the White Tiger Slaughter World Spear flew in his hand, each thrust accompanied by the force of thunder, as if it could tear the air and take the enemy's life.

Where the spear point aimed, countless enemy troops fell; their blood blossomed in the air, both tragic and beautiful, like red roses on the battlefield.

When the reacting defenders surged forward like a tide, he showed no fear, instead raising his head to a long howl that shook the wilderness.

He drew the White Tiger Holy Blade from his waist; the blade shimmered with a mysterious light, as if it could cut through any obstacle.

He swung the blade at the enemy ranks, each sweep taking several lives.

That holy blade was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting one living life after another on the battlefield.

Bai Hu's figure moved swiftly across the battlefield, sometimes like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable; sometimes like a wandering dragon in the sky, flexible and changeable.

His motions flowed like clouds and water; each strike was incredibly precise, as if after countless drills.

His expression remained cold and focused; even when facing life-and-death moments, he never wavered the slightest.

His words were brief and powerful; each syllable conveyed an undeniable authority.

"Kill!" was his only slogan, and also his best interpretation of this battle.

His voice resonated like a great bell, echoing endlessly across the battlefield, inspiring the troops behind him to fight bravely.

His White Tiger Slaughter World Spear and White Tiger Holy Blade seemed like parts of his own body, coordinating with him perfectly.

The Vigorous Energy Dharma Aspect formed by these two weapons in Bai Hu's hand complemented each other, forming an impeccable offensive and defensive system.

The White Tiger Slaughter World Spear formed a White Tiger that, relying on extreme speed and agile movements, constantly weaved through enemy ranks, creating massive chaos and panic.

The White Tiger formed by the White Tiger Holy Blade, relying on great power and hard scales, protected its master while launching fierce attacks on the enemy.

As the battle progressed, Bai Hu's entire body surged with Vigorous Energy; the Dharma Aspect formed by the White Tiger Slaughter World Spear in his hand suddenly let out a heaven-shaking roar, his body instantly turning into a white light that charged fiercely at the enemy, so fast they could not react, collapsing in heaps with flesh and blood flying.

At the same time, the Dharma Aspect formed by the White Tiger Holy Blade also let out an earth-shaking roar, its whole body blazing with light as dazzling as the sun; enemies were blown away like leaves, wailing cries rising and falling.

As the battle went on, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear.

On the city walls, the Cangzhou Army fought desperately against the defending troops of Yaohua Pass.

Some soldiers were pierced by enemy spears and fell into pools of blood; others bravely leapt down the walls to engage in melee combat with the enemy.

The fighting above and below the city walls was exceptionally cruel; every moment saw lives slipping away.

However, at that moment, the defenders on the walls made a horrifying discovery.

The city gate has fallen!

A unit of Cangzhou cavalry charged from behind the besieging army, their horse hooves thundering like deafening thunder, the sabers in their hands flashing with a cold light.

Moreover, the army led by the Five Elements Armor kept streaming in from their rear.

The defenders instantly found themselves trapped in a desperate situation of being attacked from both front and rear.

The commander inside the city decisively ordered: "Everyone, retreat into the city! Hold the inner city!"

The soldiers, though unwilling, could only obey the orders under these circumstances.

They fought while retreating, arduously withdrawing toward the inner city.

And the fighting in the inner city was even more brutal.

The defenders, relying on the advantage of the walls and street fighting, engaged in a death struggle with the Cangzhou Army.

Every street and every house became a battlefield, blood staining the entire inner city red.

However, the offensive of the Cangzhou great army grew ever more fierce.

They spared no cost to break this mighty pass; each charge made the defenders tremble with fear.

On a high point within the inner city, the defending commander watched more and more soldiers collapse in pools of blood, his heart filled with anguish and helplessness.

He knew that Yaohua Pass could no longer be held; they had already exerted their utmost effort.

But the disparity between friend and foe was all too obvious.

Not to mention numbers, troop quality, equipment, and so on.

As for War Gods alone, this side of Yaohua Pass had none.

Whereas on the Cangzhou Army's side, War Gods gushed forth as if they were worthless and abundant.

The wind howled furiously, banners snapped, beneath the towering mighty pass, Bai Hu's gaze was firm and icy, like the last unmelted ice of winter; his vision pierced the layers of mist, straight to the summit of the pass.

As the war drums thundered, Bai Hu charged like lightning toward the inner city of Yaohua Pass.

His steps were firm and powerful; each step seemed capable of making the earth tremble.

The White Tiger Slaughter World Spear flew in his hand, turning into silver lightning bolts that tore the air, aiming straight at the enemy commanders.

Faced with Bai Hu's thunderous assault, the enemy commanders did not yield, brandishing their blades to meet him.

Yet under the might of the White Tiger Slaughter World Spear, their resistance appeared feeble and pale.

Each tremor of the spear tip took a life; each sweep of the spear's shadow left a trail of wails.

As the battle reached a white-hot stage, the blade of the White Tiger Holy Blade shimmered with a mysterious light, as if it could cut through any obstruction.

He swung the blade at the enemy ranks, each sweep taking several lives; that holy blade was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, harvesting one living life after another on the battlefield.

With the White Tiger Holy Blade's empowerment, Bai Hu's assault grew even more fierce, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable in all directions.

"Die!"

The commander of Yaohua Pass, a divine-general-level martial warrior, was by no means weak on the outside.

But before Bai Hu, he could not last even a single round; he was pierced through the chest by the White Tiger Slaughter World Spear and fell into a pool of blood.

As he gradually fell, the enemy forces within Yaohua Majestic Pass completely lost their will to fight.

They threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.

Bai Hu raised his head and puffed his chest; his burly figure stood tall and mighty in the sunlight, as if a War God had descended to the mortal realm.

At the summit of the inner city of Jade Splendor Heroic Pass, the White Tiger overlooks the earth beneath its feet.

He puts away the White Tiger World-Slaughtering Spear and White Tiger Holy Blade, gently stroking these two divine weapons that have accompanied him in battle.

The dawn light on the horizon gradually tore through the night, a round red sun rose slowly from the east, illuminating the vast earth.

Amidst the continuous mountains, a sturdy city stands there, its towering walls like an impassable barrier, separating inside and outside into two worlds.

Outside the city, Li Jing rides a tall horse, his armor gleaming with a cold light in the sunshine.

His gaze like a torch, he fixedly stares at the city ahead, his face showing a determined and resolute expression.

Behind him, the mighty Cangzhou army stretches forth, soldiers spirited and morale high, they form neat ranks like an unbreakable iron wall.

The fighting in Qi Zhou is temporarily over; next the protagonist will return to Cangzhou to continue causing trouble.

(End of chapter)