Chapter 476

Not only one of Tie Muzhen's key strategists, but also a portion of the Great Yuan's fate.

"Easy to talk about, easy to talk about!"

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, and pointed behind him,

"This Western Xia kingdom is already a vassal of my Qinglong Society, having submitted to my Qinglong Society."

"The prince's hundred thousand iron cavalry have come knocking at the gates, terrifying the Western Xia from the monarch above down to the common folk below."

"As long as the prince is willing to withdraw his troops a hundred li, then I will release Chancellor Yelu Chu. How about it?"

"Haha…"

Prince Tuo Lei threw back his head and laughed long, with a hint of mockery in it,

"Altar Master Qiao is joking."

"My Kesik army has come here only to graze horses, with no other intentions."

"Moreover, you alone want my Great Yuan's Kesik army to withdraw a hundred li."

"Even if I were willing, my soldiers below would not be willing."

The hundred thousand Kesik soldiers, hearing this, were spurred on by their respective officers and bellowed in unison,

"We will absolutely not retreat!"

Even if a hundred thousand ordinary people roared, the sound wave would be extremely terrifying.

A hundred thousand Kesik soldiers, their voices were even like thunder.

The Western Xia soldiers hiding atop the frontier pass were scared into trembling, and not a single one dared to stand.

Qiao Feng, however, seemed to pay no heed, and said with calm composure,

"Oh? Since the Fourth Prince insists on this, then Qiao must beg your pardon."

Having said that, Qiao Feng lifted Yelu Chu and leaped down, charging toward Prince Tuo Lei.

"Arrogance! Set up the formation, capture this man!"

Prince Tuo Lei was somewhat angered now; this mere Altar Master of the Jieqinglong Society dared to treat a hundred thousand Kesik soldiers as nothing.

He even thought of capturing himself amidst the Wan Army?

If he truly allowed this to succeed, he might as well forget being the Fourth Prince!

He immediately roared, and the expert guards behind him stepped forward at once to block.

The various Ten-Battalion Commander Commanders and Battalion Commanders behind him immediately set the Kesik army into motion.

When Qiao Feng was still, he was still; once he moved, it was like Lei Ting.

The moment his words fell, he had already clashed with the expert guards under Prince Tuo Lei.

These expert guards were either peerless masters or Land Immortals.

Among them were one or two experts at the mid Heavenly Being Realm.

Yet Qiao Feng was merely at the early stage of the Heavenly Being Realm!

But as Qiao Feng charged in, it was like a fierce lion entering a flock of sheep.

One hand held Yelu Chu, while the other hand and feet continuously struck out in alternation.

Moves like the Ancestral Long Fist, the Leg Sweep, the Luo Han Fist, and other such ordinary mainland fare were constantly employed.

Clearly unremarkable moves, but when executed by Qiao Feng, their power multiplied a hundredfold.

Every punch, every kick, would surely take down one person.

Those two mid Heavenly Being Realm experts, seeing this, were also terrified.

They only felt that the cultivation of the man before them was clearly lower than theirs, yet his combat power was somehow higher than theirs.

With the battle underway, they could not afford to retreat even a step.

If they fought head-on, they would likely not last much longer.

Therefore, these two mid Heavenly Being Realm experts deliberately attacked from afar with hidden weapons or sword qi and other ranged attacks.

After Qiao Feng casually took down the Land Immortal-level opponents beside him, he saw these two Heavenly Being Realm experts fighting as they retreated.

They only wanted to use ranged attacks to stick to him.

He could not help but smile, then thrust out a palm like a dragon's claw.

That Heavenly Being Realm expert facing him immediately felt a tremendous force rising from all around his body.

Then, unable to control himself, he was sucked toward Qiao Feng.

"Dragon-Catching Art?"

The other Heavenly Being Realm expert, seeing this, was dumbstruck.

Although in the eyes of ordinary experts, the Dragon-Catching Art was incomparably mysterious,

In truth, this Wu Gong was merely a Heaven-grade art.

Perhaps its power was extraordinary, but after entering the Heavenly Being Realm, it was absolutely impossible to overcome an enemy across realms.

Yet Qiao Feng had somehow shattered this common sense!

With cultivation at the early Heavenly Being Realm, he used the Dragon-Catching Art to suck away that mid Heavenly Being Realm expert.

And the mid Heavenly Being Realm expert had no power to resist at all.

"What kind of freak is this…"

Seeing his companion utterly powerless to resist, sucked over, and dropped with a single palm, never to rise again,

The remaining mid Heavenly Being Realm expert was terrified; how would he dare linger? He turned and fled toward the military formation.

"Having cultivation but no heart of a strong one—what use is it, no matter how high your cultivation?"

Qiao Feng sneered, his feet activating a peerless lightness technique, and he seemed to shrink the earth to inches, arriving behind this expert.

A palm struck his back, directly crippling this mid Heavenly Being Realm expert as well.

Prince Tuo Lei's escort team had at least thirty experts of various levels!

They swarmed forward, yet almost none of them could last even a single exchange against Qiao Feng.

In roughly ten breaths, they were all dealt with cleanly and decisively by Qiao Feng.

At this moment, the Kesik Guard's grand formation had not yet fully taken shape.

"How is this possible?"

Prince Tuo Lei fled while glancing back at the situation, his heart filled with boundless terror.

He's clearly only at the early stage of the Heavenly Being Realm — why does it feel like the supreme Mythical Realm?

"Where do you think you're going!"

Qiao Feng's figure erupted forward, intending to catch up with Prince Tuo Lei.

"Kill!"

Just as Prince Tuo Lei was about to be caught by Qiao Feng, a nearby Kesik Guard battalion of a thousand men sensed something was wrong.

Under the Battalion Commander's direction, they broke away from the grand formation.

They swiftly formed a smaller formation, and over a thousand Kesik Guards nocked their bows and loosed arrows in unison.

Channeling the power of their formation, they shot toward Qiao Feng.

If it were an ordinary army, Qiao Feng might have been able to ignore them.

But this was the Kesik Guard!

Every single soldier possessed at least second-rate strength.

Over a thousand second-rate fighters striking at once, their force linked through the formation.

In an instant they loosed more than ten thousand arrows, a dense swarm blotting the sky like a flight of locusts.

"What a pity…"

Qiao Feng sighed inwardly — had it been any other army, he would have succeeded.

He slightly bent his left leg, drew in his right arm, traced a circle with his right palm, and with a whoosh, thrust it outward.

Roar!

With a thunderous dragon cry, Qiao Feng struck out with the move "Proud Dragon Repents."

The air, drawn by his true essence, seemed to truly coalesce into a real dragon.

Baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, it swatted away the greater part of the incoming arrows.

"Attack again!"

When the first wave of arrows failed, the Battalion Commander immediately gave the order once more.