Chapter 372: Ceasefire, Scheming

"Little one, today is your doom!"

Dian Nan shouted loudly, the Blazing Flame Blade carrying scorching flames slashed toward Hong Hai'er.

Hong Hai'er darted aside, barely avoiding the deadly blow, but his left arm was gashed by the blade's qi, blood flowing.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, waving the Fire-Tip Spear to counterattack, but his strength and speed were clearly inferior to before.

Bei Kai, seeing this, thrust his Meteor Spear toward Hong Hai'er like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Hong Hai'er staggered, though he avoided the vital heart, his right shoulder was still pierced by the spear tip, blood instantly staining his clothes.

"You... you actually are so despicable!"

Hong Hai'er roared angrily, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the encirclement of Bei Kai and Dian Nan.

Niu Mo Wang watched his son's figure galloping across the battlefield from afar, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Hong Hai'er still ended up suffering from lack of experience.

Having just left his thatched cottage and lived smoothly beside Niu Mo Wang, when had he ever suffered such a loss?

At this moment, the two members of the Armor Second Team coordinated flawlessly, instantly putting Hong Hai'er in a desperate situation.

"Little one, you have no way to escape."

Bei Kai said coldly, his Meteor Spear thrusting toward Hong Hai'er again.

And Dian Nan's Blazing Flame Blade also slashed from the other side, cutting off all of Hong Hai'er's retreat.

However, they avoided his vital points, obviously intending to capture him alive.

Faced with this deadly encirclement, Hong Hai'er helplessly closed his eyes.

Knowing he was doomed today.

However, at that moment of his isolation and helplessness, a sudden roar came from afar: "Stop!"

Everyone looked over, only to see Niu Mo Wang wielding a Mixed Iron Staff, his figure darting like lightning.

His face filled with anger and worry, obviously coming to save his son.

And seeing the rapidly approaching Niu Mo Wang, Bei Kai and Dian Nan instinctively paused their hands.

But they quickly reacted, exchanging a glance, tacitly tightening their offense, though the force of their strikes was noticeably much lighter.

And Niu Mo Wang, riding the Water-Avoiding Golden Eye Beast, came at extreme speed, arriving at the battlefield center in the blink of an eye.

He swept his hand, and his thick qi neutralized Bei Kai and Dian Nan's attacks into nothing.

Then he pulled the badly wounded Hong Hai'er into his arms, "Child, are you alright?"

Niu Mo Wang's voice was full of worry and anger.

"Old Ox... I'm fine..."

Hong Hai'er weakly shook his head.

His voice was weak and trembling, obviously having exhausted all his strength.

Niu Mo Wang saw this, his heart clenched with anguish.

He also did not want Hong Hai'er to suffer such severe injury.

But there was nothing to be done; Hong Hai'er possessed extraordinary talent.

At the youngest age he possessed surpassing martial prowess.

Moreover, from birth he stayed by Niu Mo Wang's side, never having suffered any loss.

This time, after great effort, the entire Lu Prefecture battlefield was filled with allies; it would be a shame not to temper Hong Hai'er.

Or should we wait for future enemies to temper him?

At least now, on both sides of the Lu Prefecture battlefield, there are War God-level experts capable of posing a lethal threat to Hong Hai'er.

All can be considered Hong Hai'er's elders.

No need to worry that, while tempering him, an unknown War God would suddenly appear and grind him to nothing.

By then, Niu Mo Wang might not be able to arrive in time to save Hong Hai'er.

After all, he is a War God of that level, and has earned fame.

Once on the battlefield, there will surely be a War God of equal level coming to match him, preventing him from causing too much destruction.

At the very least, a War God slightly weaker will come to hold him back.

At that time, he might not be able to free his hand.

Now it's just right; both sides are acquaintances.

Unfamiliar, not knowing Niu Mo Wang's few members of the Five Elements Armor Second Team would still be enough to inflict lethal harm on Hong Hai'er.

At least I still have time to catch up.

Otherwise, if the opposition were enemies at this moment, Niu Mo Wang would have just entered the battle.

Sun Wukong and Sun Liuer might have already rushed out.

Perhaps accompanying them is also an arrow aimed at the severely wounded Hong Hai'er—a Vermilion Bird Arrow.

And at this moment, Bei Kai and Dian Nan on the battlefield, seeing this, also felt their hearts tighten.

They gazed at Niu Mo Wang, his qi surging like towering mountains, and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Niu Mo Wang's momentum was like endless floodwaters, continuous and unceasing, seeming able to destroy any obstacle before him.

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing solemnity and apprehension in the other's eyes.

At this moment, Niu Mo Wang is absolutely not something they can resist.

Bei Kai gripped his Meteor Spear tightly, while Dian Nan secretly stirred the blade qi of his Blazing Flame Blade, preparing for any sudden developments.

But Niu Mo Wang did not immediately strike them; he merely swept his deep gaze over them.

That glance, as if able to see into people's hearts, made Bei Kai and Dian Nan feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

「Hmph! 」

Niu Mouwang let out a cold snort, which reverberated across the battlefield like a thunderclap, making everyone shudder.

He did not speak much, merely tightly embracing Hong Hai'er as he turned and headed back toward the Yellow Turban formation.

Bei Kai and Dian Nan stood in place, watching Niu Mouwang's retreating back.

Today's battle had ended, and the prowess of this top-tier War God also dispelled any thought of continuing the pursuit.

"Brother Bei Kai, the strength of this Niu Mouwang truly lives up to its reputation."

"Is this the strength of a top-tier War God?"

Dian Nan sighed, his voice filled with awe.

Although they were in the Cangzhou Army, because of Sun Wukong and others.

They had seen many top-tier War Gods, even someone like Wang Xiangyang, a ceiling-level War God of Foundation Martial 110, was their direct superior.

But these had never launched a frontal attack against them.

Even when Sun Wukong and the Flame Emperor were sparring, they merely stood aside.

They had never before faced such extreme pressure.

Until now, facing Niu Mouwang, just a glance made them tense all over, as if they were being stared down by some ferocious beast.

The pressure of a top-tier War God was fully revealed!

The two exchanged a bitter smile, silently put away their weapons, slowly turned and left, yet a deep impression remained in their hearts.

And Niu Mouwang brought Hong Hai'er back to the front of the Yellow Turban formation.

He gently placed Hong Hai'er on the nearby fire spirit steed, then took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

Although today's battle was perilous, it also allowed Hong Hai'er to gain experience and grow.

Perhaps this is the cruelty and beauty of battle.

"Child, you did well today."

Niu Mouwang looked at Hong Hai'er, a flash of relief crossing his eyes.

And as Niu Mouwang brought Hong Hai'er back to the ranks, the atmosphere before the Yellow Turban army suddenly changed.

At the front, Meng Zhang's gaze was deep; catching sight of Niu Mouwang and Hong Hai'er returning safely, a fleeting, inscrutable light flashed in his eyes.

However, he did not immediately step forward to inquire about the battle; instead, he turned to face the distinctive commanders beside him.

These commanders wore varied attire—some in splendid silk robes, others in coarse battle garb—clearly not all from the Yellow Turban army's main headquarters.

(End of chapter)