Chapter 299: Slaying Bi Xuan

"Hit!" "Hit!" "Hit!" "Hit!"

Gu Qing flashed past; where his sword reached, blades and sabers turned upon their wielders, cutting them down. Bi Xuan, one of the three greatest masters of the realm, watched from afar, recognizing the brilliance of Gu Qing's technique—and for the first time, he understood that Gu Qing's true mastery lay in the sword.

The arrows had ceased firing.

Iron cavalry surged forward like a flood.

Gu Qing wielded his sword with both hands, moving amid the chaos; this flood of iron cavalry was no impenetrable wall, and his lightness skill, eyesight, battle experience, and martial cultivation allowed him to drift effortlessly through a thousand blades and spears—on horseback, on the ground, on shoulders, on blades.

Gu Qing's speed outpaced arrows; his sword art was lethally precise. As he moved through the ranks, the cavalry fell in rows—from east to west, from south to north—death became a chain reaction, reaping lives freely across the battlefield of one hundred thousand soldiers.

"Is he even human?"

The terrifying sword art and lightness skill Gu Qing displayed had left every martial cultivator on the field trembling.

In the Tang world, masters walked everywhere, each with extraordinary discernment—but no matter how sharp their eyes, none had imagined such martial prowess existed in mortal realms. From afar, they saw Gu Qing's body translucent under the moonlight, merging seamlessly with the vast heavens; his aura, spanning dozens of feet, flowed like smoke, slicing lives with every sword motion.

This power stunned them, terrified them, and left them utterly bewildered.

"We…"

Gai Suwen stared at the battlefield.

"Once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back!"

Bi Xuan remained calm, watching the scene, saying: "We can only wait—watch Gu Qing exhaust his strength, his Qi, his will…"

Only through exhaustion can we find a way to victory.

Qu Ao nodded, watching the field: Gu Qing's slaughter continued, but the Turkic cavalry no longer charged. Facing Gu Qing's methodical slaughter, they knew charging meant certain death; their once-united morale had begun to crumble.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!!"

Amid the chaos, twin spears suddenly shot forth, targeting Gu Qing's sword movements, thrusting straight at him.

This spear technique was exquisitely refined—the sudden stratagem of Yan Huili, the Twin-Spear General under the Khan of Shibi.

"Hit!"

Gu Qing's long sword swept upward, then he glided forward. Yan Huili tried to pursue, but the spear reversed, piercing his chest. Before dying, Yan Huili, lost in the chaos, could no longer see Gu Qing's figure.

"General!"

Turkic soldiers cried out in unison.

Previously, Gu Qing had only slaughtered common cavalry; the experts on the field knew he was strong, but had no true measure—until they saw Yan Huili, a peerless master, fall to a single sword. Only then did they realize Gu Qing's swordplay was boundless: common soldiers and top-tier masters were no different before him.

At once, Turkic morale truly collapsed. They hesitated, paralyzed, unwilling to advance.

If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain.

Gu Qing leapt into the fray like a tiger among sheep, slaughtering without restraint; with every instant, lives fell beneath his blade. After a full hour, his aura remained unbroken, yet nearly ten thousand lay dead in disarray around him.

Even with one hundred thousand soldiers, morale shattered at once. The entire field erupted into chaos; no one dared face Gu Qing's sword. The hundred-thousand-strong army lost all fighting spirit.

"Shhh!"

A long saber suddenly slashed toward Gu Qing with perfect grace and power—it was Gai Suwen, the last great warrior of Goguryeo.

"You too wish to dance?"

Gu Qing's long sword thrust straight forward. Gai Suwen, nicknamed the Five-Knife Tyrant, had once made even the Goguryeo king yield to him. He carried five blades at his side and, in the later days of The Twin Dragons of Tang, had insisted on challenging Kou Zhong. Now, though his martial skill had not yet reached its peak, he was still a prominent master.

Their forms passed each other in an instant.

Gu Qing continued wielding his sword, slaughtering onward; Gai Suwen's chest and throat each bore a hole. He could only turn his head in confusion, watching Gu Qing depart into the distance.

Earlier, seeing Yan Huili fall so easily, Gai Suwen had sneered—but now, in direct combat, he too was no match for Gu Qing's first strike.

Gai Suwen's death was the final straw.

The Turkic army now retreated or turned and fled—even the famed Flying Eagle Qu Ao kept his distance.

Yet in this retreat, Qu Ao suddenly felt a chilling cold, as if his skin and organs had been laid bare—he realized his spirit and will had been fully dominated. He turned back and saw Gu Qing flying straight toward him.

"Nineteen Transformations of Condensed Qi!"

Qu Ao unleashed his ultimate technique. As his Qi gathered, Gu Qing's sword pierced through—his energy shattered like torn cloth. One stroke, and Qu Ao's throat was pierced; he collapsed to the ground.

Qu Ao held his breath, channeling his inner energy—he knew death was certain. But as he died, he widened his eyes, staring at Gu Qing and Bi Xuan, now facing each other.

Bi Xuan activated the Flame Yang Marvelous Art, punching straight at Gu Qing.

Bi Xuan was certain: Gu Qing's strength and Qi were now greatly depleted. Meanwhile, beside Bi Xuan, Xu Kaishan and others launched coordinated attacks, surrounding Gu Qing with techniques designed solely to drain his stamina.

To them, even if Gu Qing's Qi was endless, his physical strength was finite—if they wore him down, victory would be theirs.

But they did not know: Gu Qing's heart had been enhanced, his body strengthened; his stamina was immeasurably prolonged, and he possessed absolute control over his body. During battle, some of his muscles rested while others fought. This hour-long slaughter was merely a warm-up for him.

Now, the combined assault converged upon him.

Gu Qing, standing in the midst, vanished. All who looked were struck by illusions—everywhere they saw Gu Qing's figure, and they slashed wildly. Then, all vanished at once.

Gu Qing's twin swords circled, and he had already left the scene, heading straight for the Khan of Shibi. Meanwhile, every one there—whether the Martial Ancestor Bi Xuan or the others—had received fatal wounds.

Even against the Martial Ancestor Bi Xuan, after an hour of slaughter, when the duel finally came, Gu Qing still struck with one sword.

That single sword shattered the Khan of Shibi's ambition for supremacy. He immediately turned his horse and fled without hesitation.

"Swoosh!"

Gu Qing, sword in hand, flew forward. In moments, the Khan of Shibi's head was severed.

Wailing erupted everywhere; the entire field collapsed.

(End of Chapter)