Chapter 137: Slaying Murong Hao

Clang!

This blade did not, as he had imagined, chop off Lu Tianzong's head with a single strike.

Instead, it struck against another long blade.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

"Your grandfather!"

Chu Feng put his strength into a strike, forcing Murong Hao back with a single move.

"Little Feng!"

Lu Tianzong was overjoyed.

He had thought he was going to meet his end here today, but he had not expected Chu Feng to appear in time to save him.

"Grandfather, please forgive me, I arrived late!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? You arrived at just the right time!" Lu Tianzong said, forcing himself to hold on.

Chu Feng hurriedly stuffed a precious high-grade Healing Medicine into Lu Tianzong's hand: "Grandfather, leave him to me; you go and deal with the Chu Army that has invaded the city!"

"Good!"

Lu Tianzong did not stand on ceremony with Chu Feng, and after consuming the Pill, he left the scene at high speed.

Facing Lu Tianzong's departure, Murong Hao did not take it to heart at all.

Instead, he focused all his attention on Chu Feng.

Since the other party was able to force him back with one move just now, it was clear his strength was extraordinary.

"To be able to force this general back with one move, you must be the Champion Marquis of Great Wei who trampled the Wang Ting of the Xiongnu!"

"Hehe, nice to meet you!"

It really was him!

Murong Hao was secretly surprised.

He had not expected Great Wei to bring him out at this critical juncture.

However, he did not pay much attention to it; if they had to invite him out, it seemed Great Wei truly had no one left.

"For you to reach a realm that ordinary people never reach in their entire lives at such an age, I admire you!"

Murong Hao continued, "However, Great Wei is currently in a state where the building is about to collapse; why don't you take this opportunity to find a good path for yourself?"

"What, are you trying to get me to defect to your Great Chu?"

"Hehe, exactly!"

Murong Hao continued, "If you are willing to defect to our Great Chu, our Great Chu will naturally welcome you warmly; titles and ranks go without saying. How about it, do you want to consider it?"

"Does the General know that the last person who invited me to join Great Chu probably already has grass growing on their grave?"

"Of course I know!"

Murong Hao said dismissively, "You being able to kill the Cui Family ancestor proves you indeed have some skill, but this general is a Martial Saint Late Stage; how can an early stage compare to me?"

"Hehe, late stage? I'm so scared!"

"You brat..."

Murong Hao did not appreciate this provocative response.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a talent.

He would have chopped him in half with one blade right now.

"I'll give you one more chance: will you surrender to our Great Chu, or will you remain loyal to this so-called Great Wei of yours?"

"Hmph, I choose neither!"

Chu Feng let out a cold snort and said leisurely, "Because you don't even have the qualifications to negotiate with this Marquis!"

"How arrogant, young man! Don't think that just because you broke through the Xiongnu Wang Ting and slaughtered a few Martial Saints that you can look down on everyone!"

Murong Hao's aura erupted instantly.

He had not displayed his full strength when dealing with Lu Tianzong earlier.

Now, facing Chu Feng, he simply stopped pretending, and his surging, overwhelming power began to erupt like a volcano.

"What a powerful aura; you are worthy of being a Great General of Great Chu!"

Chu Feng exclaimed in admiration.

This aura alone crushed the intensity of every Martial Saint he had ever encountered.

It could even be called the strongest opponent he had ever faced in his life.

It's just that...

"Brat, you can be proud to die under this general's full-strength strike!"

"Tch, give you a little sunshine and you get bright, give you a little pigment and you open a dye shop; do you really think this Marquis was scared growing up?"

Chu Feng crooked his finger at Murong Hao, "Come, come, come, chop right here; if I move even a single step, I'll count it as your win!"

After saying this, he even patted his own neck.

He signaled for the other party to hurry over, as he could not wait any longer.

"Brat, stop looking down on people here!"

Seeing Chu Feng disregard him so completely, Murong Hao could no longer sit still.

He had seen arrogant people, but never anyone this arrogant.

He was wide open, not setting up a shred of defense, just waiting for the enemy to strike.

What was this?

Was it arrogance to the extreme, or was he full of confidence in himself?

"Since that's the case, I won't be polite!"

Swish!

Murong Hao exerted his full strength, swinging his blade with all his might directly at the opponent's neck.

Clang!

A violent sound of metal clashing rang out suddenly.

Murong Hao's eyes widened in an instant.

The decapitation he had imagined did not occur; the opponent was still standing in place, completely unscathed.

What surprised him even more was that his full-strength strike hadn't even left a single mark on the opponent's neck?

"Your strength is weak, have you eaten?"

"You..."

"Ah!"

Murong Hao's composure shattered instantly.

He swung the battle blade in his hand desperately, hacking continuously at Chu Feng's body.

Sparks flew everywhere at the scene, and even the battlefield below fell into a momentary lull.

Everyone looked at the situation in the air with astonishment.

Those with good eyesight could see Murong Hao's frantic state at this moment.

The battle blade in his hand had been swung so fast it left afterimages, yet he still could do nothing to Chu Feng.

To him.

Chu Feng at this moment was simply a piece of super-hard alloy steel.

No matter how much force he used, he could not shake the opponent in the slightest.

"Is... is this still a human?"

"My heavens, is the Champion Marquis of Great Wei a monster?"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, the opponent is cheating, we can't afford to provoke him!"

Faced with this situation, the entire Chu Army instantly lost the confidence to continue fighting.

Both were Martial Saint powerhouses, yet the gap was so vast.

Their own Great General had used all his strength and still couldn't break the opponent's defense. What kind of terrifying cultivation was this?

Moreover, such a display was even more oppressive than killing an opponent instantly.

"Brothers, charge!!!"

Feeling the powerful performance of their general, the morale of the Anwu Army soldiers soared once again.

With such a formidable and invincible leader by their side, how could their spirits be weak?

"The Champion Marquis is truly a heavenly being; it is an honor for the Wang Ting to be defeated by such a person!"

The Right Wise King was completely conquered by Chu Feng now.

Before this.

He had only reluctantly submitted to Chu Feng for the sake of his tribe's survival.

But now that Chu Feng had displayed such overwhelming strength, he was completely won over by Chu Feng.

He even expressed that the defeat of the tribe's Wang Ting at the hands of the opponent was not a disgrace, but an honor.

Because the opponent was simply not someone within the reach of their level.

Chu Feng had no heart for battle at this moment, and the defensive line he had constructed was collapsing rapidly.

Inside Daizhou City.

After withdrawing from the battlefield, Lu Tianzong immediately led the soldiers in the city to launch a counterattack against the Chu Army that had broken into the city.

After finishing the cleanup, Lu Tianzong stepped onto the city wall and shouted with his arms raised.

"All troops, attack!"

"Kill!"

The garrison defending inside the city poured out one after another, launching a counterattack against the Chu Army outside the city.

Being cooped up inside the city defending had already caused them to accumulate a bellyful of anger.

Now, the Chu Army's morale was low, and their defensive line was collapsing.

The high-spirited Anwu Army and the defending Wei Army launched a pincer attack, initiating a full-scale assault on the enemy, who outnumbered them by hundreds of thousands.

For a time.

The Chu Army was slaughtered, falling into chaos and retreating steadily.

Bright red blood gathered continuously on the battlefield, forming a striking red river.

"Haah! Haah! Haah..."

Murong Hao panted heavily.

The battle blade in his hand was now smoking from being swung so much.

At this very moment, he truly could not hack through; the opponent was simply a monster, completely ignoring his attacks.

"You... you are simply a monster!"

"Heh, thanks for the compliment!"

Chu Feng smiled faintly, his long blade having already plunged into Murong Hao's chest at some unknown moment, "General, you are a respectable soldier, it is just a pity that you and I stand on different sides!"

"Hehehehe..."

"Martial... Martial Saint Great Perfection!"

"I... I lost... I didn't lose unjustly!"

After saying this!

Murong Hao completely lost his breath.

After finishing off Murong Hao.

Chu Feng immediately returned to the battlefield below.

He began to mop up the remaining Chu Army left on the battlefield.