Chapter 1177

Lv Hao decisively led the cavalry away.

At this moment, Lv Bu stood alone with his horse, guarding that spot, his Fangtian Painted Halberd hanging down toward the grassland earth, his eyes staring disdainfully at the six figures drawing closer and closer ahead.

Among these six figures were old rivals he had seen before.

They had fought before; back when he had just stepped into the Spirit Refining realm, that old man had once ambushed him, but unfortunately, he had not feared Spirit Refining even when he was in the Golden Core realm back then.

After stepping into Spirit Refining, he became even more ferocious.

But it was a pity that the old man ran fast; otherwise, he would have really liked to give him a good lesson.

Ten years later, the old guy's aura had become a bit more profound; he had made some progress in these ten years.

However, he had progressed even faster in these ten years; at this moment, he was already at the peak of the Spirit Refining realm, and this old man of the Xianbei tribe was also the pillar of one of the Xianbei tribes.

He had long wanted to kill him, but unfortunately, this old man was very cunning, making it difficult to pinpoint his location, and his ability to escape was top-notch, especially his barbarian secret escape technique, which he really couldn't catch up to.

But this time, the fact that the other party dared to come was due to the confidence provided by the others.

Lv Bu naturally did not recognize the others, but from the aura on their bodies, Lv Bu understood that these five were all pure-blooded barbarians.

Unlike that old man.

But it wasn't as if he hadn't killed barbarians before; over these years, he hadn't held back against the barbarian priests he encountered.

"Lv Bu! I have finally waited for you, old man."

Ayedalu looked at Lv Bu and smiled coldly.

"Old dog, this general has looked for you many times over these years, and every time you hid like an old dog; this time, you have the guts because of a few pieces of trash?"

Lv Bu looked at the other party with disdain, not caring at all.

"Just as well, the weapon in this general's hand lacks a bit of sharpness; I will use the blood of you old dogs to sharpen my Fangtian Painted Halberd."

After speaking, he spurred his horse and charged fiercely toward them.

The Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand slashed through the air, and suddenly, a terrifying sharpness shot directly at the six of them.

"How bold!"

"Seeking death!"

Seeing Lv Bu's actions, the six of them were even more furious; they hadn't expected Lv Bu to be so arrogant, not only not fleeing upon seeing the six of them but instead charging toward them.

Immediately, the six of them made their move.

Besides having immense physical strength, the barbarians also had some heterodox methods of the priests; one of them was seen muttering incessantly, and soon, a black smoke emerged from his mouth.

It formed a three-zhang black wolf, which tore toward Lv Bu.

Before the black smoke wolf could get close, Lv Bu felt a corrosive power filling the air.

His expression turned somewhat solemn.

He hadn't failed to see the strange methods of the barbarians over these years.

Sensing the wolf formed by black smoke, Lv Bu let out a sharp shout, the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand spinning at high speed, and suddenly he struck out a streak of blood light, which also transformed into a blood wolf.

Boom!

The two forces collided, immediately setting off a roar like a giant wave.

Lv Bu retreated five steps in succession, looking at this person, a rare look of solemnity appearing on his face; this person's cultivation was not simple, and he had fallen into a disadvantage in the previous strike.

"Earth Immortal realm, Divine Priest."

He spat out a few words, his eyes stern.

For him, the Spirit Refining realm posed no threat at all; even if there were more of them, he was confident he could cut them down under his horse.

But the Earth Immortal realm was different; they were already nation-stabilizing experts.

Although his combat power was unparalleled, he was still only in the Spirit Refining realm.

"Junior, as long as you surrender and submit to our Shangyue tribe, I promise to give you the status of Shangyue High Priest."

"Compared to being just a Colonel in Jiuyuan, we can give you the opportunity to command an army of 500,000."

This silver-haired old man looked at Lv Bu, rarely not attacking again, but instead persuading the other party to surrender.

Lv Bu was a talent, and also a fierce general, a fierce general who could lead troops in battle; he was much more powerful than the warriors in their barbarian tribes and those Xiongnu and Xianbei.

Among the Xiongnu and Xianbei, there were also many top-tier warriors with no lack of combat power, but their ability to lead troops was too poor; they were all like reckless brutes.

Compared to the generals of the Han people, they were truly far too inferior.

Otherwise, why was it that every time they fought a major battle, their army was larger than the opponent's, yet the result was disappointing?

It was precisely because the military generals leading the troops were too poor; although they had also secretly learned the military strategy of the Central Plains, true military strategy was difficult to inherit even in the Central Plains, let alone for them.

As a high-level barbarian, he clearly felt the weakness of the Liu Han Dynasty; this was their grassland's opportunity.

An opportunity to rush into the Central Plains; over these years, their grassland had also recovered a lot after experiencing the Martial Emperor of the Central Plains.

And the court of Liu Han had begun to go downhill.

Over these years, they had constantly invaded the border, which was to impact the Central Plains, to plunder the manpower and wealth of the Central Plains, and to expand their own advantages.

But unfortunately, on the border side, from the initial repeated defeats, after several hundred years, the imperial army in the borderlands could even counterattack their grassland.

Especially in this Bingzhou area, in just a hundred years, two figures troublesome to the Xianbei had appeared; one was Zhang Hu of Yanmen, who was also no less than this killing general before his eyes.

In those previous years, when counterattacking the grassland, he didn't know how many grassland tribes were killed, and the elites under that person were more numerous than this one, and his power was greater.

Of course, compared to that person, this one before his eyes had greater potential, stronger martial prowess, and his ability to lead troops was probably even more terrifying.

He had once charged the 100,000-strong army of the Xianbei with 2,000 troops, and he had succeeded; his sense for finding opportunities on the battlefield was simply terrifying.

Such a fierce general also had a great possibility of becoming a famous general in the future; once he could join their barbarian side, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

Whether it was the Xiongnu or the Xianbei, the army did not lack people, but what they lacked were people who could lead troops in battle, especially fierce generals like Lv Bu, who were themselves unparalleled in martial prowess and top-tier in leading troops.

However, the thoughts of this barbarian Divine Priest were good, but reality was cold.

Lv Bu was seen hearing this person's words, and his face turned exceptionally ugly in a flash.

"Fart, you uncivilized barbarian beasts are worthy of winning over this general? It is simply the greatest joke in the world."

Lv Bu looked as if he had been insulted; his face turned exceptionally gloomy and ugly, and his whole body even trembled slightly, which was a manifestation of extreme anger.

"Evil thief! Give me your life!"

Lv Bu's blood qi surged, his hair stood on end in anger, and the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand seemed to have the force to pierce the firmament; his speed was like a phantom, slashing toward the silver-haired old man in an instant.

Lv Bu's sudden outburst caught the silver-haired old man off guard; he had kindly persuaded him to surrender and given him the status of High Priest, which, among the barbarians, was only below a few people.