Chapter 119: Zuo Xian, Fallen!

"You..."

The Zuo Xian suddenly felt a surge of stifling frustration.

Ever since meeting this brat, damn it, he hadn't had a single good day.

First, he burned down his main camp, then he ruined his logistics supply line.

Finally, he led a force of elite cavalry to charge his central army, nearly capturing him alive.

After returning.

He was reprimanded by the Great Chanyu and mocked by the Right Wise King more than once.

They claimed that he, the Zuo Xian, was a disgrace to the Xiongnu and the scum of the grasslands.

Facing Chu Feng's greeting this time, he had no good feelings at all; he only wanted to hack this turtle-grandson to death immediately!

"Stinking brat, don't get cocky, and you too!"

The Zuo Xian turned his head to look at Zhao Ping, "Neither of you will leave here alive today. I will personally cut off both your heads; one will serve as my wine vessel, and the other I will use as a chamber pot!"

"Hehe, your mother is truly beautiful!"

"What?"

The Zuo Xian said in surprise, "What do you mean, brat?"

"I mean your old mother is truly pretty. After I break into the Xiongnu Wang Ting, I will personally go to pay her a visit. By then, you'll have to call me Daddy!"

"Daddy?"

"Eh, what a good son!"

"You damn..."

The Zuo Xian's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.

He never expected to be taken advantage of by this little rabbit.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

The Zuo Xian drew the precious sword from his hand, "This person is named Chu Feng, the number one enemy of our Xiongnu. He led the Wei Army to invade our territory, slaughter our people, rape our wives and daughters, and plunder our wealth!"

"Brothers, I ask you, can you endure this?"

"No!"

All the Xiongnu soldiers roared from the bottom of their hearts.

On the way here.

They had seen too many tragic and inhumane scenes.

Countless Xiongnu commoners were forced to leave their homes and abandon the places where they originally lived.

Among them, many were even their own kin and fellow villagers.

Especially upon hearing that their loved ones had died under the blades of the Wei Army, they now wished they could tear every Wei person into ten thousand pieces to avenge their families.

"Brothers, in today's battle, follow me to annihilate them, and then attack Dingning Pass to take revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Brothers, charge with me!"

"Kill!"

The three hundred thousand Xiongnu troops moved in response.

Their formation was as shocking as a landslide or a splitting earth.

Looking at the Wei Army side, they remained as calm as ever.

If one spoke of hatred, they had no less than the Xiongnu.

How many wives and children within their borders had died under the iron hooves of the Xiongnu.

They had also long wanted to strike into the heart of the Xiongnu to avenge their hometown elders.

"Brothers, the day for vindication has arrived. Follow me to trample the Xiongnu Wang Ting and restore peace to our borders!"

"Trample the Xiongnu Wang Ting, restore peace to our borders!"

"Trample the Xiongnu Wang Ting, restore peace to our borders!"

"Trample the Xiongnu Wang Ting, restore peace to our borders!"

"Brothers, charge!"

"Charge!"

The formation on the Wei Army side was likewise no small matter.

Both sides were truly like needle points against wheat awns.

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Hong Ji led ten thousand Iron Pagoda troops, still charging at the front.

If the entire army were compared to a spear, then the Iron Pagoda led by Hong Ji was the sharpest tip of that spear.

"Xiongnu dog-spawn, go to hell for your master!"

Hong Ji took the lead and charged into the enemy formation first.

In just one encounter, he tore open a huge gap from the front.

The Iron Pagoda army following closely behind immediately followed up.

They brandished the spears in their hands, continuously hacking and killing the surrounding enemy troops, further expanding the gap that had been torn open.

"Kill!"

The great saber in Hong Ji's hand flew up and down.

Around the slaughter, blood flowed like a fountain, and severed limbs were like chopped wood.

The Iron Pagoda army following closely behind did the same, killing the Xiongnu until they were crying for their fathers and mothers, wailing incessantly.

"Damn it, this devil troop again!"

Zuo Xian felt his scalp tingle.

Dead memories began to attack him once more.

During the second attack on Dingning Pass, it was Chu Feng who led this troop to charge his central army.

They had even nearly taken him prisoner.

At that time, a Grandmaster was also lost.

Now seeing this troop, Zuo Xian could not help but think of that Grandmaster who died in battle.

"Great King, do not worry, let me go and annihilate them!"

A Grandmaster leaped straight toward the Iron Pagoda army.

The ferocity of this troop also shocked him immensely.

If they were not eliminated quickly, they would inevitably cause heavy casualties to their army.

"Don't get cocky, let me come and meet you!"

Zhao Ping leaped off his horse, holding a Big Black Spear, and headed straight for the opponent.

He was now also at the Grandmaster cultivation level, and he had not fought for some time.

Having finally encountered an opponent, he naturally could not let it go.

"Then let me cut you down first!"

"Arrogant!"

Boom!

The two Grandmasters collided instantly.

In the blink of an eye, they had already fought dozens of rounds.

Seeing that they could not determine a winner for the time being, the two immediately rose higher, preparing to begin a more intense contest.

"Champion Marquis of Great Wei, do you dare to fight me!"

"Heh, a mere Martial Venerable Great Perfection dares to clamor here?"

"Hmph, you ignorant brat, take this!"

Sikou Liqun held a large blade and charged at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng also flew up to engage the opponent in battle.

Both were powerful experts at the Martial Venerable realm, so the fluctuations of their battle were even more intense.

To avoid the battle fluctuations affecting those below, the two naturally fought at a higher altitude.

"Brat, to be able to cultivate to the Martial Venerable realm at this age, I admire that you are a genius. If you submit to my Xiongnu, I guarantee you will be a king in the future!"

"Sorry, I am not interested in being a king for a foreign race!"

Chu Feng continued, "There can only be one person in charge of this land in the future, and that person is me!"

"You certainly have a big mouth, let me see if you have the ability!"

Sikou Liqun launched the attack first.

Chu Feng also drew his blade to counterattack.

This was his first time using the Dragon Spine Battle Blade in his hand, and today he wanted to see the power of this precious blade.

Clang!

"Hmm?"

"This strength!"

Sikou Liqun's face showed surprise.

His full-force strike had failed to shake the opponent in the slightest.

What kind of monstrous strength was this?

"Heh, Martial Venerable Peak? Is that all the strength you have?"

"Damn it!"

Sikou Liqun raised his blade again, delivering another heavy and powerful strike.

"Hmph!"

Chu Feng raised the battle blade in his hand and instantly swung out a ray of light.

Hmm?

Sikou Liqun was greatly alarmed.

His body's instinct told him that this blade was very dangerous and he absolutely could not take it head-on.

Swish!

The blade edge brushed past his ear, and a dragon's roar suddenly rang out beside him.

Looking at the area where the blade edge had passed, even the clouds had been cut into a clear and massive dividing line.

"What a terrifying blade!"

Sikou Liqun was drenched in cold sweat.

The power of this strike was clearly beyond what a Martial Venerable could withstand.

If he had not chosen to dodge just now, he would definitely have been cut in two by now.

"Your reaction speed is quite fast, I wonder how many more blades you can block!"

The power of the Dragon Spine Battle Blade was truly extraordinary, having already surpassed his imagination.

But right now, he did not have that much leisure to go and appreciate it; solving the problem before him was the most important thing.

"Don't think that just because you have a good blade, you are invincible under the heavens!"

He simply did not believe it.

He, a dignified Martial Venerable Great Perfection, would fear a little fellow at the Martial Venerable Initial Stage.

Even if his strength was a bit greater, his moves a bit strange, and his weapon a bit better, even so, I will avoid his edge...

After two and a half rounds.

Sima Liqun had his head chopped off by Chu Feng.

The number one person under the Martial Saint in the Xiongnu Wang Ting had fallen.

After finishing off Sima Liqun, Chu Feng immediately returned to the battlefield.

At this moment on the battlefield.

Both sides had already killed until their eyes were red, and the battle had entered a white-hot state.

"Cavalry unit, go around to the back for me and charge his rear army!"

"Yes!"

A cavalry unit adopted a flanking tactic to attack the rear of the Wei Army.

At this time, Guangling had already anticipated the opponent's idea.

"Hehe, come on, you bunch of dog-day Xiongnu!"

Guangling immediately issued an order, "Modao Team, prepare!"

Clang...

The Heavy Armored Infantry immediately prepared, gripping the massive Modao in their hands tightly.

Just waiting for the enemy to close in.

"Ready, slash!"

Swish...

The sharp Modao instantly formed an incomparably fierce blade array.

Those enemy troops who charged to the front were separated from their heads in just an instant.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

This intense wailing was mixed with the sounds of both men and horses.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the entire group was killed in battle.

Witnessing this, the Zuo Xian instantly lost his spirit; he had wanted to take the opportunity to catch the opponent off guard, but who knew the opponent actually had such a great killing weapon.

"Zuo Xian, give me your life!"

The Zuo Xian turned around instantly.

He saw Chu Feng rushing over with Sima Liqun's head in his hand.

"That... that is..."

The Zuo Xian was so surprised he could not speak.

He did not expect that it was actually Sikou Liqun's head.

One must know, Sikou Liqun was the number one person under the Martial Saint, and even he was chopped by Chu Feng; wouldn't that mean Chu Feng's strength is...

"Retreat, the whole army retreat!"

The Zuo Xian no longer had the confidence to continue fighting.

The opponent was a powerhouse at the Martial Saint level.

How could one fight this! Fight with one's head?

Looking at the Xiongnu army.

They were already not at an advantage during the confrontation.

After all, the opponent had the advantage in equipment and strength.

Now that the Zuo Xian gave such a call, the remaining troops instantly began to collapse, having no heart to continue fighting.

"Pursue!"

The Great Wei army took the opportunity to pursue.

Such a good opportunity must absolutely not be missed.

The battle lasted until evening, and the three hundred thousand Xiongnu army was completely wiped out.

The Zuo Xian looked at the mountains of corpses in the distance, his heart full of sorrow.

Defeated!

He had failed once again!

He had lost to his old rival once again.

Now that the three hundred thousand troops were gone, he did not have the face to return to the Wang Ting to see the Great Chanyu.

Even if he returned, he would be humiliated to death by the Great Chanyu and the Right Wise King if he didn't die.

"The Xiongnu shall not perish, the Wang Ting shall last forever!"

The Zuo Xian drew his sharp blade, placed it against his neck, and chose to end his own life.

A generation of Xiongnu Zuo Xian thus met his end.

He fell on the grassland that gave birth to him and raised him.