[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-peace-decree":3,"chapter-the-peace-decree-the-peace-decree-chapter-569":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Peace Decree",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2328744,4553,"Chapter 569: Pride","the-peace-decree-chapter-569",569,"\u003Cp>The Emperor of Qin personally slew Jiang Su.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This marked the death of Ying Guo’s strongest warrior and supreme commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though a significant portion of the Ying Guo army still remained, without its top generals, the remnants could not stand against the Emperor of Qin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi exhaled, and as his spirit and vigor relaxed, a crushing wave of exhaustion surged forth—he lowered his head to look at his armor, its elite plates riddled with deep cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death of Grand Tutor Jiang Su on the battlefield dealt a massive blow to the morale of the entire Ying Guo army; Gao Xiang, facing the encirclement of the Emperor of Qin, Yue Pengwu, and the Whale Fisher, was ultimately defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather, Gao Xiang had entered the battlefield without any resolve to fight to the death for Ying Guo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the central battlefield settled into temporary silence, Li Guanyi gathered with Po Jun, Yuan Zhi, and others; clad in armor and battle robe, his body still radiating the chilling, murderous aura of war, he entered the central command camp and met Po Jun and Yuan Zhi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, these two top strategists both looked pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had expended immense mental energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These twenty-plus days of stalemate and warfare were not a sudden explosion—they were merely the final climax; the true outcome had been laid out grain by grain over the preceding four years, even ten or more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a great tree taking root, sprouting, blooming, and bearing fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One cannot see only the fruit and ignore its growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi rarely saw exhaustion on Po Jun’s face, yet despite the weariness, it could not mask his pride—the concluding battle of eight hundred years of empire and three hundred years of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This top strategist, indeed, was profoundly proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Emperor defeated Po Jun’s hegemon to establish eight hundred years of empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Po Jun aided the Qin Prince in crushing the four directions and ending the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this final move, the affair has come full circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Po Jun bowed slightly and said, “My Lord, Jiang Su is dead; Ying Guo’s fate is sealed. Yet even a hundred-foot insect dies without fully collapsing—among the remnants of the Ying Guo army, there must still be those with ambition and wild desires.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“History has always offered lessons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is easy to kill the enemy’s leader, but after defeating their commander, the scattered troops and routed soldiers become the greatest threat—they are often led by warlords and famed generals, roaming the land with weapons and armor, turning into bandits the people cannot resist and we cannot easily exterminate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once they grow strong, dealing with them becomes extremely difficult—years, even ten or twenty, may pass before they are fully eradicated. My Lord, issue the order: reorganize the formations and capture every last bandit and rogue!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agreed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi nodded, but after issuing the order, he noticed the encircling armies lacked the presence of Li Zhao and Xue Shen—their orders to deploy the Mohist mechanical array to intercept Yuwen Lie and the Yuwen generals had gone unfulfilled; they had not returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi’s expression darkened. “Po Jun, Yuan Zhi—carry my command: suppress all fleeing troops!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go find them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi mounted his divine steed, grasped his divine weapon, and raced urgently toward that battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a local battlefield roughly a hundred li from the core of the great battle, the air was thick with deadly energy; the ground was littered with corpses. Xue Shen and Yuwen Lie faced each other, their mechanical warriors standing silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing gasped for breath, leaning on his weapon with his right hand, his left arm gushing blood—pierced by arrows, already useless. Several familiar commanders lay motionless on the ground, clearly dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Lord Gongsun Huai lay collapsed near the Mohist machinery, alive or dead, unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qibili’s abdomen bore a spear wound; the Golden Crescent Cavalry had been shattered. Had he not been given life-extending pills and Hou Zhongyu’s blood-stanching powder poured recklessly into his wounds, this fierce general would have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, with the vitality of a Master, he was barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao’s armor was cracked, her helmet fallen to one side—she still had fighting strength, but this was the worst injury she had suffered since entering the battlefield. The ground was scarred with countless fissures; the roars of the two White Tigers had shaken the land for days, leaving Fan Qing’s ears ringing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, even those roars had ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen and Yuwen Lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes held only each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like predatory beasts, wary and cautious, they paced slowly. Though neither struck yet, this sudden stillness created a heavier, more suffocating pressure than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if submerged in water, as if all creation had sunk into amber marshes—no breath, only the thunder of hearts, the rasp of lungs, the iron tang of blood, amplifying the slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie stared at the greatest general of five hundred years past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen stared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This once-playful top general now showed not a trace of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all battlefields, in Po Jun’s stratagems and Yuan Zhi’s formations, this was the only place where neither Ying Guo nor Qin had achieved their strategic goals—Yuwen Lie alone had held firm against Qin’s advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For twenty-plus days of stalemate and relentless combat, neither side had retreated an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, this place became the fiercest, most brutal battlefield in all the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides knew the importance of this node—and so neither would yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each had their reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only death would settle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao, Fan Qing, Qibili—all were no match for Yuwen Lie. Here, only Xue Shen could block the might of this Divine General. Yuwen Lie breathed slowly to ease the stabbing pain in his chest, gripped his heavy spear, and raised its tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie spoke, as always, tersely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen burst into laughter, raised his arm, and seized the Tiger Roar Battle Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Come. Let me see how much courage and skill this little white cat has left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much mettle! How much skill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s tone was cold, disdainful: “Xue Qingcang, I will tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your era is over!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qingcang and Chen Baxian—the twin pillars of the strongest empire five hundred years ago—now only one shadow remained, relying on the final legacy of the martial legend Zhang Ziyong to complete this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Yuwen Lie’s resolve and heroic murderous aura,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen paused, then tucked the Tiger Roar Battle Spear under his arm, extended his left hand, and rubbed his thumb, index, and middle finger together—as if calling out—smiling: “Tsk tsk tsk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, little kitten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing: “…………”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen’s sudden shift was too abrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing couldn’t catch his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only made his chest ache worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solemn commander of the Qilin Army cursed under his breath, feeling blood in his saliva, blood in his nose—but even now, he felt an absurd urge to laugh helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even here, on the most brutal front, against the most relentless enemy, Xue Shen’s tongue remained as sharp as a poisoned blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: if he were in Yuwen Lie’s place, he might not have held his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s face remained cold and grim. His armor bore countless battle scars; his aura no longer surged as powerfully as at first—but his will remained firm, his spine still straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his heavy spear, twisted his wrist, and spun it once in his palm. A low, murderous whistle rose as the White Tiger manifestation grew fiercer around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Qin Wu Hou claimed kingship, his White Tiger manifestation had been directly defeated by Li Guanyi on the battlefield, stripping him of the White Tiger Great Master’s destiny and aura—reducing it to a mere ordinary White Tiger manifestation, like Xue Daoyong’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Tiger’s claws and fangs were sharp, its pale golden eyes locked on the greatest general of five hundred years, radiating piercing aggression; faint starlight reappeared along its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White Tiger Great Master?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen’s gaze tightened. Behind him, the White Tiger manifestation—towering like a small mountain—clawed the earth, bared its fangs, and let out a series of deadly, thunderous roars, locking onto the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew heavier, more lethal—this aura now suppressed all others, forbidding anyone else from interfering in this battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen and Yuwen Lie moved simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s divine steed neighed; his heavy spear thrust forward as always, the White Tiger manifestation roaring behind him, fangs bared, lunging toward Xue Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen, wielding the momentum of his battle spirit, swung the Tiger Roar Battle Spear in a diagonal slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling Tide!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear technique he once taught Li Guanyi reappeared here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It forcibly neutralized the overwhelming might of Yuwen Lie’s strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spear and battle spear collided with uncanny precision, driven by resolve and the surging tide of military might—the impact rang like thunder, shaking the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shockwaves exploded outward in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both White Tiger manifestations roared skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two top generals of the age, the clash of their armies, the duel of spear and spear, the collision of wills—this was no battle ordinary men could join. Fan Qing and Li Zhao could only watch their desperate resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen laughed loudly: “Hahahaha! This technique has some charm! Come! Try again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s bearing was cool and refined; his heavy spear clashed with the battle spear several times, each strike parried, then twisted—blades veered off, slamming hard into the ground, carving deep fissures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed with fists and feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collided violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their techniques were the finest of the age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their manifestations had already reached the ninth heaven’s peak—and in this combat, their energies drew each other, gradually breaking through, inching closer to the realm beyond the ninth heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen’s gaze swept over Fan Qing and Li Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing’s heart lurched—he suddenly felt dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This fight’s too dull, Yuwen Lie—come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen spun his battle spear, luring Yuwen Lie away. Yuwen Lie lowered his gaze and followed. The two White Tiger Great Masters fought as they moved, shattering the earth beneath them. Fan Qing and the others tried to pursue but could only remain where they stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shen and Yuwen Lie fought, relentless, refusing to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were supremely proud; they clashed again and again, until the sun set, stars rose, the moon hung high, and the seven stars of the Western White Tiger blazed brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the sun rose again, and they fought on, endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For days on end, neither ceased fighting; two divine generals, bearing the weight of vast armies, clashed with all their might, nearly altering the terrain over ten li, shattering the earth and cracking it with fissures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river’s flow seeped into these fissures, then was blasted skyward by divine energy, turning to mist and vapor; the mist was shattered by battle halberds and heavy spears, the divine weapons carrying searing heat that ignited the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another dawn, another day of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash of spear and halberd exploded into layers of thunder; the army’s momentum could no longer bolster the two divine generals—they fought now as lone warriors, unto death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shenjiang held on only by a thread of will; his mechanical body was riddled with countless fissures, the Tiger Roar Halberd nearly slipping from his grasp, and as the heavy spear pressed down, Yuwen Lie’s palms trembled imperceptibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Xue Shenjiang, whose body was forged by mechanical arts and sustained by the final qi and spirit of the Immortal Zhang Ziyong, Yuwen Lie was flesh and blood—first enduring the army’s standoff, then battling the world’s greatest warrior for days without rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This slaughter consumed immense energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the qi of the Ninth Heaven Grand Master was spent, he drained his flesh; when his flesh dried, he squeezed his marrow; the proud, indomitable will unique to man drove this body forward, ever forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s breath finally grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shenjiang lost all inclination for idle talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two weapons strained against each other in furious contest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie, who had been clinging desperately, froze; the power in his weapon waned. Xue Shenjiang did not seize the opening to strike—he retreated instantly. Yuwen Lie did not press forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely lifted his head, gazing at the heavens where fortune surged skyward, watching the swirling, churning clouds of malevolent energy, and the collapsing, scattering form of a colossal golden-armored divine warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That form represented Jiang Su’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Su was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proud divine general stood stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collapse of the golden-armored divine form was like the shattering of a grand firework—dissolving slowly, and from this distant vantage, it carried an uncanny, dreamlike quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie, the lone divine general who had stubbornly resisted every stratagem of the world’s greatest tacticians, stared at this scene—enough to crush the morale of all Ying soldiers—and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meet with righteousness, win with cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the art of war, there are basic rules: when Jiang Su, the anchor of the main line, fell, the entire front collapsed; no matter how fiercely Yuwen Lie fought, how bravely he pressed, he could no longer alter the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant all twenty days of Yuwen Lie’s struggle and endurance had been meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie understood clearly—they could not win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ying state could not win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing gripped his blade, watching Yuwen Lie across the field; though his arm was nearly dead, he still said: “Yuwen Lie, Jiang Su is dead. Ying’s fate is sealed. You know continuing is pointless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surrender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie murmured coldly, gazing at Xue Shenjiang, at the Qilin Army still standing firm before him, then raised his divine heavy spear without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s voice, deliberate and haughty, declared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Ying, Tiger Barbarian Cavalry—advance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuwen family’s warrior—step forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weary, broken troops marched forward as one, yet still radiated an indescribable spirit; Yuwen Hua, Yuwen Tianxian, Yuwen Tianlei—all grievously wounded—still gripped their weapons, stepped out from the ranks, and the remaining Ying soldiers advanced with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie looked at these soldiers—not one retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood transfixed, then the haughty divine general’s expression softened; the sharp lines of his face relaxed, the lethal fury and arrogance fading. He gripped his divine spear and whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sixth brother, you’ve followed me all these years. All of you—thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Tianxian said: “General, what are you saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie said: “Comrades, in the netherworld, I, Yuwen Lie, will beg your forgiveness…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Qilin Army, arrayed before him with unyielding resolve, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Form ranks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing gritted his teeth, his long blade pointing forward, drew a deep breath, eyes red, and roared: “Qilin Army—form ranks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight to the last drop of blood, never retreat. Unlike the grand battlefield where strategy, commanders, divine generals, and fortune clashed, here, on this isolated front, courage and will reached their purest expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie gripped his weapon and led his troops into the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield roared like thunder, yet carried a lonely, horrific intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shenjiang led the charge; Li Zhaowen drew a deep breath, enduring agonizing wounds, gripping his weapon and stepping forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As He Ruo had said, Yuwen Lie never understood grand strategy. As Jiang Su had said, Yuwen Lie remained arrogant to the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But so what?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bloodstained battle robe flared in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if his homeland had no hope of victory, even if no reinforcements came from behind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There remained the courage to raise spear and fight to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is this general?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name—Lie!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proud divine general suddenly burst into loud, unrestrained laughter; the white tiger’s roar echoed across the world. Xue Shenjiang laughed too, wild and unbound—that was the true Xue Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both unleashed their final, fatal strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white tiger’s roar, the last of the army’s momentum, poured forth all its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the stars blazed suddenly bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The luminous trails of the Seven Mansions of the White Tiger in the west streamed down from heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collision where every warrior and general stood at their absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the body reached its limit, when weapons were dulled, arrows exhausted, crossbow bolts snapped—the final weapon that decided victory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the heavy spear drowned out the Tiger Roar Halberd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy spear, heedless of all, scraped past the halberd and drove forward with all its force, piercing Xue Shenjiang’s mechanical body. Yuwen Lie gripped his divine weapon and roared aloud, unleashing a violent surge of qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical body shattered. Xue Shenjiang sighed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie gasped for breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white tiger’s form lifted its head, bathed in starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unique aura of the White Tiger Grand Master reappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his fighting spirit was lost, he had been defeated on the battlefield, even his star destiny seemingly stolen—yet his arrogance endured. In the end, Yuwen Lie reclaimed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clear, proud form, unwavering to the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resolve of the White Tiger Grand Master needed no fate to decree it. With the roar of this defiant white tiger, Xue Shenjiang’s body shattered into dust; the dark-gold divine weapon, the Tiger Roar Halberd, fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yuwen Lie still stood, his body straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing stared at Yuwen Lie, gritting his teeth; Li Zhaowen, grievously wounded, clenched his weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shenjiang’s divine spirit was spent, defeated head-on by Yuwen Lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie gripped his heavy spear, standing atop the Tiger Roar Halberd, planting the spear into the earth. His gaze was cold. The qi of the Ninth Heaven still radiated terrifying power. The white tiger crouched there, its aura that of the world’s supreme divine general—domineering, proud, unrivaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Fan Qing felt a chill, a trace of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qilin Army’s morale was shattered by this overwhelming presence, yet their will held firm; they did not retreat. Fan Qing gritted his teeth, resolved to hold this line at all costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he died beneath Yuwen Lie’s spear, he would hold this front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yuwen Lie, for some reason—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never attacked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several breaths, Li Zhaowen whispered: “He… is dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing froze. He stared at Yuwen Lie, standing there, spear in hand, having held back Xue Shenjiang’s Qilin Army for over twenty days without retreat, five days and nights of unyielding slaughter—the final battle between two White Tiger Grand Masters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Shenjiang’s divine spirit had dissipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie… was dead too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only divine general who, even in death, still held his weapon, standing firm. Above, the starlight brightened—then, in an instant, the glow of the White Tiger’s Seven Mansions faded utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled. The crowd seemed to hear a proud white tiger’s roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s battle robe fluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white tiger’s phantom form glowed from his body, then surged skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never to return to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying—White Tiger Grand Master, Divine Might General, Duke Jingwu, Yuwen Lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Died on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, and perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tiger Barbarian Cavalry fought to the last. Fan Qing lost an arm. Gongsun Huai-zhi and seven other generals died here. The Qilin Army suffered losses of one-third—fifty thousand dead or wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuwen Lie’s army suffered even greater losses. This battle, later deemed the most grueling of all, saw both sides possess the highest fighting spirit, the strongest army soul, and an unyielding resolve to never retreat—and neither did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even with Yuwen Lie dead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Ying army refused to surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhaowen and others prepared to execute the next strategy, taking command after Xue Shenjiang’s divine spirit sank into slumber. But at this level of slaughter, the valor of warriors surpassed the wisdom of strategists—there was no longer any true command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this horrific, grim battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing, arm severed, and Yuwen Hua, Yuwen Tianxian, wounded, stared silently at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing whispered: “Yuwen Hua, Master Yuwen Tianxian—surrender…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wenhua and Yu Wenti'an silently watched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wenti'an's expressionless face remained solemn as he replied, \"You have done well, but I have already said it—on the battlefield, there is no personal bond.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fan Qing, this is the battlefield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you forgotten how I trained you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Qing, tears streaming down his face, finally bowed his head in the salute of a disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wenti'an gripped his weapon, refusing to surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ultimately died on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wenlie’s army was nearly annihilated, with nearly forty percent killed; the survivors all bore grave wounds, collapsing unconscious upon the blood-soaked battlefield after exhausting their strength in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yu family fielded thirty-seven warrior officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From forty-seven years old down to those just reaching adulthood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All died fighting for their country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?? 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