Chapter 733

"General, weren't you saying Wang Xiaojie was an expert in military strategy, your rare rival?"

"Yes! I've faced him for ten years across the northwest of this Great Tang, clashing in over a hundred battles large and small!"

Borhur nodded, understanding what Bi Xuan meant, and replied at once,

"Perhaps before, it was merely clashes between armies, so we were evenly matched.

Now, with the Devil Master, the Wu Zun, and so many other experts present, the scales have tipped in our favor."

Upon hearing this, Bi Xuan felt Borhur's words held some truth.

He immediately followed Borhur's advice, like Meng Chixing, and began conserving his strength on the observation platform.

As time passed, the setting sun glowed like blood, bathing Yanmen Pass in crimson.

There, it had become a hell on earth.

Countless corpses—Tang soldiers, laborers, Yuan soldiers—were piled together.

Those still alive trampled over these shattered remains, perhaps once their own comrades, and kept fighting.

But the Yuan army, with its overwhelming numbers, could rotate troops continuously.

Thus, even after a full day of fierce combat, the Yuan troops who came forward remained spirited and full of battle lust.

In contrast, the Tang army, because of Captain Chen's words, Wang Xiaojie, though puzzled, did not order them to withdraw for rest.

As a result, after a day and night of relentless fighting, many Tang soldiers had reached the limit of their strength.

Though their battle spirit remained high, their sword strikes grew weaker, their dodges slower.

Many Tang warriors, exhausted, closed their eyes for just a moment.

And in that instant, they lost their lives forever.

Watching more and more Tang soldiers fall from exhaustion,

Wang Xiaojie's heart bled.

These were all fine young men he had trained himself.

Now they all perished here.

Yet Wang Xiaojie trusted Captain Chen utterly; if he said this, there must be reason.

At dusk, Meng Chixing, Bi Xuan, and the other elite experts finally gathered at Dongmen.

They saw clearly that the Tang army was spent.

Even the mighty siege crossbows, once terrifying in power, now fired arrows with greatly diminished force.

"Kill!"

As soon as the moment came, Meng Chixing led the charge.

Behind him came Bi Xuan and the other elite experts.

To be selected among the three imperial courts' elite, one must be at least Earthly Immortal Realm.

Thus, this charge was dozens of Earthly Immortal Realm experts charging together.

Had the Tang soldiers not fought all day, their inner power and true qi nearly exhausted,

even these experts could not have broken through with the siege crossbows.

But now, even Wang Xiaojie and Captain Chen had little true qi left.

How could they make the siege crossbows unleash their full power?

"Villains, how dare you!"

Seeing Meng Chixing's group cut through like a scythe, charging straight onto the city walls and slaughtering left and right,

Ba Fenghan could not bear it—he thrust his sword at Bi Xuan.

He and Bi Xuan had old grudges.

Moreover, Bi Xuan was the second-ranked expert among this group.

So the moment he struck, he targeted Bi Xuan directly.

"You brat, you've come at the perfect time!"

Bi Xuan sneered coldly, immediately activating the Flame Yang Divine Art to strike back at Ba Fenghan.

Though Ba Fenghan's sword technique was deliberately designed to counter Bi Xuan's lineage,

first, Bi Xuan's Wu Gong far surpassed any other Wuzun Sect disciple;

second, Ba Fenghan too had fought all day, his true qi reduced to less than one-tenth.

Even if his sword technique subtly countered the Flame Yang Divine Art, Bi Xuan crushed him with overwhelming true yuan.

Bi Xuan dominated Ba Fenghan, while Pei Xingjian again smeared his face with blood, raising the Dragon's Roar Mace to block Meng Chixing.

Looking at him, Meng Chixing sneered coldly and asked,

"So you are my opponent?"

"Yes!"

Pei Xingjian's condition was far worse than Ba Fenghan's.

After all, his cultivation level was much lower than Ba Fenghan's.

But now, only the Dragon's Roar Mace could stop Meng Chixing.

"Good! Yesterday you barely escaped death—today is your day of death!"

Meng Chixing sneered coldly and unleashed his spiritual power—this time, he would kill Pei Xingjian.

"Kill!"

Ba Fenghan was suppressed by Bi Xuan; Meng Chixing easily overpowered Pei Xingjian.

The remaining elite experts immediately roared and scattered to slaughter.

Had the Tang soldiers been full of vigor, with Yanmen Pass's defense array enhanced and each squad's formation coordinated,

On top of that, with the close-combat weapon in hand — the handheld crossbow — even if these tribute experts were at the Earthly Immortal Realm,

they would still suffer quite a bit, and some might even be left here.

But now, the Tang Army soldiers had already exhausted their strength.

Forget fighting these Earthly Immortal Realm experts head-on — they couldn't even effectively intercept ordinary Yuan troops anymore.

As Meng Chixing and Bi Xuan led the tribute experts in charging up the Dongmen city tower,

more and more Yuan troops followed them up and gained a foothold.

Then the Yuan troops, following these tribute experts, began to mop up the Tang Army soldiers still resisting on the eastern wall.

But the Tang Army soldiers were not lambs to be slaughtered.

Even though they were already near their limit,

even though their strength was spent,

even though their blades were all nicked and their crossbow bolts used up,

before they died, every one of them would madly throw themselves on the Yuan soldier killing them, regardless of the cost.

They would hold back the Yuan soldiers' hands and feet, creating chances for the brothers behind them.

Every Tang Army soldier, before dying, would achieve the ultimate one-for-one trade.

Watching the Tang Army soldiers die one by one, Wang Xiaojie roared again and again, but it was useless.

More and more Yuan troops had already swarmed in.

"Haha! Give it up! When we Great Yuan men get serious, you southern savages are all weaklings."

Seeing the Yuan troops had already gained a foothold on the wall and were continuously mopping up the Tang Army,

Bi Xuan, who had Ba Fenghan pinned down, could not help but say smugly.

"Bi Xuan, you old thief, even if I have to bleed out my last drop, I'll kill you!"

Ba Fenghan actually had a blood feud with Bi Xuan.

That was the very reason why, though he was a man of the grasslands, he did not serve the Great Yuan, and insisted on coming to the Great Tang.

"You?"

Bi Xuan was now practically toying with Ba Fenghan.

After all, his cultivation was far above Ba Fenghan's, and on top of that Ba Fenghan was already a spent force.

Seeing Ba Fenghan so frenzied, Bi Xuan seized the moment when he thrust his sword forward.

He suddenly stretched out both hands and clamped Ba Fenghan's longsword tight.

Then he directly drove the Blazing Sun Divine Art to its absolute limit.