Chapter 394: Pathetic Balu

Brother, you've misunderstood.

We have not colluded with foreign enemies, nor have we harmed our compatriots.

In today's battle, each fights for his own lord; victory or defeat on the battlefield is inherently unpredictable. Why are you so agitated?

Qiao Shefei gave a slight smile and spoke calmly.

Qiao Shefei, do you think I'll still believe your nonsense?

You people, for power and profit, will use any means! Today I will cleanse the Taiping Sect's ranks!

Han Tieling heard this and let out a cold laugh.

Saying this, he again waved his weapon, aiming at Qiao Shefei.

The soldiers of the Iron Mountain Camp have never feared death!

We would rather die on the battlefield than be taken prisoner! Follow me and break out!

He gripped his weapon tightly and shouted to his subordinates.

Having said that, he directly brandished his weapon and charged at Qiao Shefei.

Seeing this, the Iron Mountain Camp soldiers behind him also puffed out their chests and closely followed.

However, at that moment, a figure suddenly flashed before him, blocking his path.

If you want to move our captain, first get past my gate!

This figure was none other than the Vice Captain of the Zi Ming Team, Balu, who held the Blood-Sucking Blade and coldly stared at Han Tieling.

Hmm, the comer is indeed the Zi Ming Vice Captain nicknamed "Insect"—Balu!

Reasonably speaking, as the Vice Captain of the Zi Ming Team, with seven or eight Netherworld Warriors under his command, his combat ability should at least be respectable.

But Balu, well,

His performance and record are mediocre; after Kula awoke, he was ordered to capture Kula alive, but Kula beat him up instead.

He basically never had a shining moment; he is indeed weak. Lu Fa summoned Yan Di to fight Xing Tian, Yan Di glared at Lu Fa and stroked his beard, and at that moment Balu stepped forward two paces and hurled abuse at Yan Di, whereupon Yan Di backhanded him with a slap that killed Balu (when did the Insect dare to interject?), making Lu Fa stamp his feet in anger.

Meanwhile, in Qiao Shefei's eyes, the opposing Han Tieling is merely at the level of an ordinary Divine General.

Even before his breakthrough, dealing with him wouldn't be too troublesome.

But now, looking at Balu fighting Han Tieling ahead and gradually falling into a disadvantage,

Qiao Shefei gradually fell into contemplation.

Balu launched the first attack, his body moving like lightning as he instantly closed in, the Blood-Sucking Blade bringing a fierce blade wind straight to chop Han Tieling.

This slash seemed as if it would cleave heaven and earth.

Han Tieling reacted swiftly, sidestepping to dodge while simultaneously swinging his weapon to counterattack.

Their weapons clashed violently in the air, producing a deafening metallic ring.

In the early stage, Balu's offensive surged like a tide, the Blood-Sucking Blade tracing strange arcs in the air, each swing harboring deadly killing intent.

Yet Han Tieling showed no fear, relying on his superb martial skills and rich battle experience to neutralize each of Balu's attacks.

As the battle deepened, both began to mobilize their internal gang qi.

Balu's gang qi was deep purple, like the purple mist that descends with nightfall, exuding a strange and powerful aura.

Han Tieling's gang qi was golden yellow, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The two differently colored gang qi collided violently in the air, as if two immense forces were tearing at each other.

Each clash of gang qi was accompanied by earth-shaking roars and dazzling light.

However, as time passed, Balu gradually fell into a disadvantage.

His attacks were fierce, but lacked sustained power support.

Meanwhile, Han Tieling grew braver with each fight; his golden-yellow gang qi seemed endless, continuously supplying him with power.

Qiao Shefei watched from the side; seeing Balu gradually fall into a disadvantage, he couldn't help but shake his head.

He had high hopes for this vice captain of his, but now it seemed Balu's ability truly disappointed him somewhat.

The clamor of battle rose and fell across the field; the Iron Mountain Camp soldiers, under Han Tieling's lead, fought valiantly in resistance.

Although they were in dire straits, their morale remained extraordinarily high.

Meanwhile, Balu was already drenched in sweat, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

The Blood-Sucking Blade in his hand traced blood-red arcs in the air, as if it wanted to dye the whole sky crimson.

Yet Han Tieling opposite him showed no fear, also mobilizing his internal gang qi, preparing to meet Balu's final strike.

Their weapons collided again in the air, producing a deafening roar.

However, the result of this collision exceeded everyone's expectations.

Balu's Blood-Sucking Blade was actually knocked flying by Han Tieling's weapon, and Balu himself suffered a tremendous recoil, being flung backward.

Seeing this, Qiao Shefei couldn't help but furrow his brow.

He knew this battle was already over.

However, at that very moment, a neat rhythm of horse hooves suddenly came from afar.

Orderly and uniform, it was clearly a complete cavalry unit.

Qiao Shefei and Han Tieling both froze, turning together toward the sound's direction, their hearts stirred.

Could it be that other forces have intervened?

Qiao Shefei looked at Han Tieling opposite him, a flicker of regret crossing his eyes.

He had originally wanted to try to recruit Han Tieling together with this Iron Mountain Camp, to take them all in one go.

Absorbing such an elite unit as the Iron Mountain Camp would be far more valuable than those defeated ones.

However, judging from the current situation, Han Tieling clearly had no such intention; he apparently didn't want to accept the favor.

A cold light flashed in Qiao Shefei's eyes; since he couldn't make use of him, he could only get rid of him quickly.

He gripped the Doomsday Twin Blades tightly, and his whole body burst forth with powerful purple vigorous energy.

This vigorous energy was like the purple mist that falls with night, spreading a strange and mighty aura that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

At the same time, Han Tieling also felt an unprecedented pressure.

He looked at the purple vigorous energy on Qiao Shefei's body, and his heart sank.

Knowing that the gap in strength between himself and Qiao Shefei was too vast.

This time, it was likely more ominous than auspicious.

But Han Tieling did not give up; he activated the golden yellow vigorous energy within his body, trying to match Qiao Shefei.

However, the outcome of this battle had been decided from the very start.

At this moment, Han Tieling was already alone; his soldiers beside him had all fallen one after another under the onslaught of many Purple Abyss Team members.

He looked at the corpses and blood covering the ground, his heart filled with endless grief and anger.

Knowing he had no retreat, he could only fight to the death.

Han Tieling waved the weapon in his hand, charging at Qiao Shefei in an attempt to make a final counterattack.

However, the gap in strength made his attacks seem utterly powerless.

Qiao Shefei easily blocked his attack and then, with a backhand, slashed a blade toward him.

Han Tieling struggled to block, but in the end he was still struck in the chest by Qiao Shefei's blade, flying backward, his battle robe stained red with blood.

He struggled to stand, but already somewhat weak, he could only forcibly suppress his own vitality, wrapping his entire body in his own vigorous energy, his eyes filled with reluctance and helplessness.

It seemed that this could give him a sense of security.

(End of chapter)