Chapter 475: He is right here

Boom—!!

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, causing the vast grassland to tremble, and the heavens and earth roared with sound.

Looking from afar, nearly ten thousand armored cavalry were charging across the grassland, a scene of magnificent proportions.

The armored cavalry charging at the very front was none other than Tuoba Chunsun.

He clamped his legs tightly against the horse's belly, his gaze sharp, his murderous intent surging.

In just three days, he had mobilized the forces of several nearby Xiti to go and surround and intercept Longshu.

If he could slaughter that Longshu, his, Tuoba Chunsun's, reputation would surely shake the world.

Looking back at the vast, almost endless sea of armored cavalry, Xiao Tuoba felt his confidence soar, giving him a powerful feeling that he could sweep across the world.

Never mind a mere monk like Longshu, even the world's number one, Murong Tonghuang, might not be impossible to clash with.

Xiao Tuoba's thoughts raced, and he looked toward "Qinchaer," who was riding almost side-by-side with him; the other party smiled at him slightly.

A strange feeling faintly arose in Tuoba Chunsun's heart.

This Qinchaer had only spoken a few words and provided almost no evidence, yet had made him go to the lengths of mobilizing military forces for a long-distance raid. And since they were neither related nor friends, was he trusting him too much?

But in the blink of an eye, another will emerged, twisting his mental thoughts.

This Qinchaer was merely a small Xiti, how would he dare to deceive him, Young Master Tuoba.

Furthermore, with nearly ten thousand elite cavalry like this, what did it matter even if there were a trap? He would just crush through it.

Tuoba Chunsun's mind settled, and he spurred his horse forward. About a quarter of an hour later, they arrived before a deep canyon that stretched on without end.

Xiao Tuoba reined in his horse, turned his head, and asked, "Qinchaer, is the monk Longshu inside the canyon?"

"Qinchaer" nodded and smiled, "Indeed, he is inside the canyon. Young Master Xiao, achieving great things and becoming famous throughout the world starts today."

Although the words were plain, they seemed to carry a strange power, stirring waves in Tuoba Chunsun's heart and making his blood boil.

"Young Master, why not let me go in first to scout?" Duanboerhuihui spurred his horse forward, a trace of worry faintly appearing between his brows.

Ever since the Young Master met this Qinchaer, he seemed to have become faintly different.

"Why bother?" Qinchaer interrupted their conversation and smiled slightly, "The monk Longshu is only in the Great Vajra Realm; with nearly ten thousand armored cavalry charging back and forth, his Qi can be exhausted completely. Then, when Young Master Xiao strikes to cut off that monk's head, it will surely make Lord Tuoba look at you with new eyes."

"Hahaha, well said." Tuoba Chunsun became even more excited.

Leaving home this time, besides being angry that his father would not let him lead troops alone to the border of Gusaizhou, he also wanted to hone his Martial Dao and let his father understand that he was no worse than his elder brother.

His father, as the Military God of Beiman, was an invincible martial artist who had reached the top of the royal court through glorious military achievements, yet he valued his elder brother, who read Central Plains classics all year round, extremely highly; this favoritism was truly annoying.

"Move out."

Tuoba Chunsun was in high spirits; the fanaticism for beheading the monk Longshu and the influence of that mysterious divine intent caused him to lose his usual caution.

The army immediately adjusted its formation and marched into the canyon.

Duanboerhuihui and the old man in brocade exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in the other's eyes. Both were Demon giants who had rampaged through the Edo for decades; how could they not smell the trickery in this?

But Tuoba Chunsun was their young master, and since he was so headstrong, they could not stop him.

However, on second thought, the Young Master was at the peak of the Small Grandmaster realm, and with the protection of two Demon experts like them, plus the nearly ten thousand mighty armored cavalry behind them, nothing could possibly go wrong.

Thus, led by Tuoba Chunsun, nearly ten thousand cavalry charged into the canyon in a mighty, surging wave.

Of course, no matter how winding and narrow this canyon was, it could not accommodate nearly ten thousand armored cavalry.

Therefore, even though Tuoba Chunsun and the others were about to exit the canyon, there were still many armored cavalry remaining outside.

At this moment, a figure in white robes stood drifting above the canyon, with a graceful and elegant bearing.

A red Li Pearl floated beside them, blooming with thousands of rays of light.

Luoyang looked at the crowd below, the corners of her mouth pulling into a cold sneer.

"Heh, this guy wants to make a move on this Xiao Tuoba. And after this whole ordeal, these nearly ten thousand cavalrymen will also suffer heavy losses. I fear Tuoba Pusa will not let this rest. Although he is no match for Murong Tonghuang, he is not some reckless Edo brute like Wang Xianzhi; when the time comes and he finds a large group of experts to gang up on Murong Tonghuang, that will be interesting."

Inside the canyon, Tuoba Chunsun looked at the exit not far ahead and could not help but frown: "Qinchaer, we are about to exit the canyon, why is the monk Longshu still not in sight?"

"Qinchaer" smiled, "Soon, soon."

Just at this moment, thunderous sounds erupted from the other side of the canyon, and one could see thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of wild oxen surging into the canyon like a mighty, surging tide, their momentum shaking the heavens and earth, higher if anything than that of the nearly ten thousand armored cavalry.

Qinchaer pointed forward and said, "Look, aren't they here now?"

It was a pity that his words were completely drowned out by the thundering of ox hooves.

Robust wild oxen charged over, their horns thick, long, and sharp, curving into astonishing arcs; their legs were white below the knees, their shoulders and backs towered high, and their muscles were knotted—any single one of them was enough to make people tremble with fear.

On the grassland, even lions and wolves could be flipped over by a single horn, so how could anyone not panic in the face of a flood of oxen that could crush mountains?

At this moment, the wild oxen had completely lost their usual docile nature, running wildly; anything that stood in their way was likely to be trampled into pulp.

"Quick, protect the Young Master."

"Retreat, fall back."

The entire armored cavalry fell into chaos, but inside the canyon, they could only retreat backward, not left or right.

Furthermore, the cavalry in the back could not see the situation in the front and were still charging forward with all their might. Added to the fact that the horses were spooked, it was a scene of total confusion; screams and cries were endless, and trampling incidents were visible everywhere.

Boom!! Boom—!!

The entire canyon was filled with endless thunder; men, horses, and oxen collided, a sight too horrible to look at, with flesh and blood blurring together. For a time, everything was in a state of chaos, and screams were endless.

For the low-ranking cavalry, it could be considered a nightmare; at any moment, they could be trampled into pulp.

Tuoba Chunsun, as a Small Grandmaster, with two First-Rank Experts guarding him, finally escaped the canyon after much turmoil.

Xiao Tuoba looked back; in the canyon, cavalry were mixed with the herd of oxen, scattering outward, and the ground was already paved with a carpet of flesh and blood—the scene was extremely bloody.

"Damn it."

Tuoba Chunsun gritted his teeth and cursed, his face as gloomy as water.

In Beiman, being cruel and bloodthirsty was never a crime.

Being a failure was.

If he could have beheaded the monk Longshu, even if this cavalry army had been wiped out, it would not have been a major matter. But to have achieved not a single merit while suffering countless casualties—that was a heinous crime.

"What else do you have to say!" Tuoba Chunsun looked at Qinchaer beside him with a gaze like a wolf, filled with murderous intent.

"It seems I was mistaken; the monk Longshu is not in the canyon."

Qinchaer shrugged indifferently and smiled, "However, I do know where the number one in the Martial Evaluation, Murong Tonghuang, is. I can stake my life on this; if I am lying, you can take my head off and kick it like a ball."

"Oh?" Tuoba Chunsun's eyes flickered, and he said, almost through gritted teeth, "Then tell me, where is he?"

On the other side, Duanboerhuihui and the old man in brocade clothes surrounded Qinchaer, their killing intent surging.

Duanboerhuihui seemed not to see them at all; he merely opened his hands slowly, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and the Qi of his entire body suddenly changed: "Him? He is right here."

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