Chapter 1623: The Death of Xingtian

The Huaxia Soldiers immediately surrounded Xingtian, and four Huaxia Soldiers also blocked the path in front of Baifeng, as if Xingtian were some incredibly dangerous figure—though, in truth, one could indeed say that.

Furthermore, Xingtian was quite magnanimous; he wanted to challenge two people at once, and that was while he was already severely wounded. If he had been in his prime and dared to say such a thing, Baifeng would have had him stabbed into a hedgehog without the slightest hesitation.

"King! Do not agree to him, they have already lost!"

The Huaxia Soldiers were all trying to dissuade him, terrified that their King might be killed by a defeated general at such a moment, for then they, Huaxia, would truly have lost this time.

Baifeng, however, only asked Xingtian: "What if you lose? What do you intend to do?"

Xingtian stiffened his neck: "My head is yours!"

Xuanyuan offered a suggestion: "If you lose, then you surrender and join us. Are you willing? If you are willing, I can fight you one-on-one."

But Xingtian was extremely unyielding: "No! It is impossible for me to surrender. I am Xingtian, I am a man of the Shennong Clan, I will not be a man of your Huaxia or the Xuanyuan Tribe. Victory or defeat means you kill me, or I kill you; I will not surrender."

After Xingtian said this, Xuanyuan felt it was a bit of a pity, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about him joining Huaxia; after all, compared to Huaxia, the Xuanyuan Tribe was indeed less attractive, and such talent would most likely join Huaxia.

Xuanyuan and Baifeng exchanged a glance, as if seeking Baifeng's opinion, but Xuanyuan was no longer prepared to take this risk. Since Xingtian was unwilling to surrender, it would be better to just kill him.

Baifeng picked up his gun and weighed it; although he let the Soldiers step back, the Soldiers knew what their King was holding, so they felt slightly more at ease, yet they still guarded his sides at all times.

Seeing this, Xingtian also began to loosen his shoulders. He wanted to kill these two enemies at the very end of his life, so that even if the Shennong Clan perished, he could die in peace.

"Baifeng, there is no need for this, just kill him directly."

Xuanyuan felt it was not worth it; even though Xuanyuan was a person of extreme individual heroism, when faced with such meaningless struggles, he also felt it was dull and unnecessary.

Baifeng waved his hand to let the Soldiers step back. Seeing that Baifeng and Xuanyuan were still sitting in their chairs, Xingtian was somewhat angry: "Are you not going to duel me? Stand up!"

As he spoke, he raised his great axe and prepared to charge over, and he was only about ten meters away from Baifeng, quite close.

Baifeng said: "Who said I was going to duel you?"

At the same time, the Banjiji in his hand was pulled, and a plume of acrid smoke rose from the barrel. Simultaneously, Xingtian seemed to have been struck, suddenly stumbling back a few steps and falling to the ground. Xuanyuan stared in shock, his eyes wide; he had already been gripping his Knife, preparing to stand up, and was somewhat angry because Baifeng simply would not listen to advice and was being too headstrong.

But seeing this scene, he felt only fear in his heart, because Baifeng was able to knock down someone at such a distance without moving, just by holding a thing like an Iron pipe. If it had been an ordinary Soldier, they probably would have been sent flying.

Baifeng and Xuanyuan stood up at the same time, mainly to see what condition Xingtian was in now. Those Soldiers were also amazed at the power of that one shot; it was truly terrifying.

Xingtian felt his vitality draining away rapidly. He wanted to stand up, but discovered that his legs had completely lost all sensation. Furthermore, his reflexes were also dropping fast. He reached out to touch himself and discovered that the left side of his abdomen was gone, which made it impossible for him to stand up or sit up, as the abdominal muscles were gone.

Baifeng and Xuanyuan stood beside him. Xuanyuan marveled at the immense power of this Weapon, while Baifeng felt the accuracy was too poor, because he had clearly intended to hit the chest—although he hadn't aimed carefully, it should have been close enough—yet it had actually missed. If this gun had missed the target entirely, he feared he would have had to stand up and run for his life.

At this moment, Xingtian was no longer a threat at all, because his body was ruined, and he looked as if he were about to breathe his last.

And when he saw the faces of Baifeng and Xuanyuan looking down at him, he felt extreme hatred, because these two had destroyed everything he had.

Using his final strength, he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if I die, I will come back to take my revenge on you. No matter which of you occupies the Shennong Clan, I will not let you have peace; I will make you feel fear forever."

Baifeng smiled and looked at Xuanyuan: "This has nothing to do with me; this will be your territory from now on. He is cursing you."

Xuanyuan borrowed a Changdao from a Huaxia Soldier and said to Xingtian: "I will cut off your head, bury the head north of Changyang Mountain, and bury the body south of the mountain. I can even bury your Weapon with you. I will be here from now on, and I would very much like to see if you can still take revenge on me without your head."

Afterward, he asked Baifeng to step back a little, raised the Changdao, aimed at Xingtian's neck, and chopped down with force. Even though Xingtian's neck was thick, with Xuanyuan using such force, he severed it. However, after the Knife was pulled out, it had a large notch in it and could no longer be used.

Xingtian's pupils focused rapidly under Xuanyuan's threat, but after his head was cut off, they slowly lost focus and became dull. Yet his expression remained ferocious and terrifying, making one feel a bit uneasy.

Xuanyuan shouted to his Soldiers: "Bury his body, along with his Weapon, south of the mountain for me, and bury his head north of the mountain for me. Bury them deep! I want to see if he can still crawl out of the dirt to take revenge."

Listening to this familiar arrangement, Baifeng felt some ripples in his heart. He had not expected that even with his own intervention, Xingtian's fate and Xuanyuan's actions would remain unchanged. History was truly a magical thing, to the point that Baifeng did not know what was real and what was fake, whether he had actually caused an impact on this world, or if this world would be the same with or without him.

Baifeng even felt some doubt about this world; this was the first time in so long that he felt this world was unreal. Could it be that he was unable to change history or change this era?

"Baifeng, what kind of Weapon was that you just used? How is its power so great? I have never seen you use it before."

Baifeng returned from his reverie and said with a smile: "It is the same as a Bomb, but there is only this one; there are no others. The Iron bullet fired just now is almost enough to make a Dajian. It is just like your war elephant; I have never seen you ride it in any battle."

Xuanyuan glanced at the small elephant tied up at the camp and suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! Just like your Iron rod, I only have this one elephant, and it is so small, so how could I ride it into battle?"