Chapter 277

Kill!

The White Tiger let out another angry roar, the vigorous qi White Tiger beneath it like a white flash of lightning.

It instantly crossed the battlefield, swiftly approaching the commander's platform of the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the vigorous qi White Tiger struck the commander's platform of the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation.

The entire commander's platform instantly collapsed, fragments scattering in all directions.

Their coordination grew ever more seamless, the two great Dharma Aspects of dragon and tiger sweeping all before them on the battlefield.

The white dragon Dharma Aspect condensed by the White Horse Riders then hovered and danced in the air.

The White Tiger gave Qi Wang no chance to resist.

Qi Wang continuously waved his treasure sword, its light flashing, as if he wanted to cleave this dark sky.

His movements were clean and swift, giving Qi Wang no chance to catch his breath.

The battlefield was filled with a thick smell of blood and dust, the cries of slaughter and the clashing of weapons intertwining to form a tragic symphony.

He suddenly waved his hand and drew the treasure sword he carried.

The White Tiger did not stop either; he coordinated seamlessly with the White Horse Riders, the two great Dharma Aspects of dragon and tiger displaying mighty power on the battlefield.

As time passed, the Qi army's offensive gradually weakened, while the White Tiger and White Horse Riders' offensive grew ever fiercer.

Qi Wang lay on the ground, hair disheveled, his eyes showing endless terror and helplessness.

Under Zhao Yun's leadership, they came winding like a giant dragon, quickly approaching the commander's platform.

They seemed to have their fighting spirit ignited in an instant, madly surging toward the commander's platform, attempting to snatch their king from the White Tiger's grasp.

As time passed, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly clear.

He looked at the White Tiger in terror, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

At this point, the Qi army was no longer that well-trained, disciplined elite force, but a group of warriors driven to madness by anger and despair.

The original fear, anger, and resentment erupted like a volcano.

With a forceful twist of the wrist, he snatched Qi Wang's treasure sword away.

It was precisely the White Tiger; his appearance was like a refreshing current, instantly washing away the bloodshed and chaos on the battlefield.

They watched their comrades fall one by one, their hearts filled with helplessness.

Whenever someone tried to rush the commander's platform, they were easily knocked down by the White Tiger or the White Dragon.

Someone shouted a cry, and it immediately resonated throughout the Qi army.

Qi Wang had now completely lost the ability to resist, able only to submit to the White Tiger's manipulation.

Immediately afterward, the White Tiger, with astonishing speed, extended his arm and seized Qi Wang's wrist in one grasp.

At this moment he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly powerless to fight back.

As Qi Wang was subdued in one move by the White Tiger and captured alive, the Qi army soldiers who had been painstakingly maintaining the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation around them.

Qi Wang now bore no trace of his former composure and calm, his face written with panic and helplessness.

Numerous Qi army soldiers around waved their weapons and shouted as they charged the commander's platform.

Before them, the Qi army soldiers were like lambs awaiting slaughter, utterly unable to fight back.

Although the Qi army soldiers were extraordinarily brave, under the combined attack of the White Tiger and White Horse Riders they proved utterly feeble.

However, at this critical moment, a white figure flashed across the battlefield like lightning, straight toward Qi Wang.

His complexion was pallid, his eyes revealing deep terror and resentment.

Those soldiers attempting to rescue Qi Wang at this moment felt an unprecedented despair and fear.

Zhao Yun led from the front, his spear ringing like a dragon's roar, guiding the White Horse Riders to charge into the Qi army's camp.

The Qi army could no longer withstand the fierce assault of the White Tiger and White Horse Riders.

He was once a generation's hegemon.

Those personal guards who usually treated him with utmost respect now had no time for etiquette.

That sword had once accompanied him in battles on the battlefield, witnessing his glory and splendor.

With a thunderous boom, Qi Wang's commander's platform collapsed amid a cloud of dust and smoke.

Countless Qi army soldiers collapsed one after another.

They tightly surrounded him, using their bodies to form a human shield, trying to block danger from all sides for him.

Dragon scales flashed with cold light; as the dragon claws waved, vigorous qi overflowed, easily able to tear enemies to pieces.

The huge stones and timber kicked up a cloud of dust as they collapsed, as if foreshadowing an apocalyptic storm.

He did not rush to attack, but approached Qi Wang at an almost inconceivable speed, as if toying with prey.

Qi Wang only felt a tremendous force transmitted, causing his arm to instantly lose sensation.

In his panic, Qi Wang steadied his footing, his eyes wide open, as if seeking a sliver of life from this chaotic scene.

Their steps were heavy yet resolute, their eyes filled with determination.

However, the White Tiger's movements were too fast; his sword blade had not yet touched the White Tiger's body before it was easily dodged by the opponent.

Their arrival was like a storm on the snowplain, giving a feeling of bitter cold and unstoppable force.

He waved his treasure sword, trying to block this sudden attack.

The White Horse Riders' soldiers wore white armor and rode white horses.

Their eyes were sharp as an eagle's, tightly locked onto Qi Wang's silhouette.

And at this moment, it would become his last weapon of desperate resistance.

In this sudden turn of events, Qi Wang's figure fled in disarray under the escort of his personal guards.

Under the pincer attack of the two great Dharma Aspects, the Qi army appeared extraordinarily fragile, their formation instantly torn apart.

However, at this critical moment, another powerful army appeared on the battlefield.

Although Qi Wang was in a sorry state, his basic combat qualities as the lord of a state still let him sense the approach of the White Tiger.

But in the face of these two Dharma Aspects, their resistance seemed utterly feeble.

That was the White Horse Righteous Followers, who had been maintaining a great military formation at the other end of the battlefield, condensing the military Dharma Aspect—the White Dragon Dharma Aspect.

After witnessing this scene with his own eyes, a surge of indescribable grief and fervor welled up in his heart.

His crown was askew, his hair disheveled and stuck to his face, and his splendid battle robe was now tattered, covered in dirt and gravel.

"Rescue the Great King!"

The White Tiger moved with agile grace, each step as precise as if it had been measured.

Their formation was completely shattered, and many scattered Qi Army troops fled in all directions.

Now at full combat strength, with its power soaring above 140, the White Tiger subdued Qi Wang to the ground with a single move.

Yet the Qi Army did not give up; some still resisted stubbornly.

Their eyes were filled with blood-red, as if they wanted to destroy anything blocking their path.

His disheveled hair fell across his forehead, obscuring the eyes that had once been imposing and deep.

Some brave officers stepped forward, attempting to block the advance of the White Tiger and the White Horse Righteous Followers.

His eyes flashed with unyielding light, as if he wished to stake his last strength in a life-or-death struggle against fate.

On the open ground around the Marshal's Platform, the corpses of Qi Army soldiers had piled up.

Blood stained the ground, and the air was thick with a strong smell of blood.

(End of chapter)