Chapter 116: There are generals who die in battle, none who surrender!

Outside the city.

In the Saber-Toothed Army's encirclement.

"Guan Shan, give up."

In the Saber-Toothed Army camp, a burly man in fang-patterned armor laughed loudly and said,

"The gates of your Mu Shan Cheng have already been smashed open by my army; even if you wanted to retreat, you have no way out."

Guan Shan's face was ashen, his breath weak.

After a day of fierce fighting, he was already spent.

Yet he kept slashing, sending the saber-toothed pig flying.

But now he can only instantly kill an opponent when facing a beginner-stage Great Martial Master.

Even against a mid-stage Great Martial Master, the enemy can still withstand several of his attacks.

Guan Shan coldly stared at the burly man, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Zhang Meng, quit playing these petty tricks here!"

"The spies you sent to infiltrate our Mu Shan Cheng have all been captured and thrown into prison!"

"Want to break open the gate? Not a chance!"

Zhang Meng shoved aside a Saber-Toothed Army soldier, saving him from dying under Guan Shan's blade.

Immediately after, he kicked hard, sending Guan Shan's halberd askew.

Guan Shan's body staggered as well.

"Do you think we have no countermeasures for everything you've done?"

Zhang Meng stepped forward and swept his staff horizontally.

"Your most trusted Dutong Deng Li has been ours from the start; he already took the key you gave him and opened the prison gates!"

Upon hearing this, Guan Shan's face changed dramatically.

Caught off guard, Guan Shan was smashed solidly by that staff!

With a loud boom, Guan Shan was blown away by the staff, spitting blood.

"Impossible! I don't believe Deng Li would betray us!"

Guan Shan planted the haft of his halberd into the ground, barely keeping himself upright.

"Do you think not believing helps?"

Zhang Meng leapt off the saber-toothed pig and walked step by step toward Guan Shan.

"Mu Shan Cheng has long since turned into a hell on earth!"

"Look over there."

What Zhang Meng pointed at was the direction of Mu Shan Cheng's gate.

"My scouts have reported that the vanguard army has stormed Mu Shan Cheng; you've become turtles in a jar, attacked from front and rear!"

"You have no way out!"

Overcome with fury, Guan Shan spat another mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! This absolutely cannot be!"

Guan Shan's eyes turned blood-red as he let out a low growl,

"With Old Zhou here, you will never breach Mu Shan Cheng!"

His blood-soaked hand gripped the halberd and he fiercely slashed at Zhang Meng's waist.

Terrifying blade intent spread out, making the surrounding Saber-Toothed Army troops who wanted to surround Guan Shan shudder with fear.

"A spent force—what do you have to fight me with?"

Zhang Meng snorted coldly, his steel rod whistling as it came down without yielding.

Boom!

In the heavy impact, Guan Shan's halberd was knocked from his hand, his arm nearly broken.

Not only Guan Shan, but most of the other lieutenant commanders were in a similar predicament.

Du Heng of the Fourth Camp had likewise followed Li Kai's footsteps, falling into the jaws of the Ice Frost Giant Python.

Although the reinforcing combat soldiers had arrived, distant help could not ease the immediate thirst.

The Saber-Toothed Army's encirclement, long established, was not easily broken.

The vast majority of reinforcements were blocked outside.

Only a tiny few could break into the Saber-Toothed Army.

But before the tide-like sea of Saber-Toothed Army, they were merely a tiny ripple.

"My patience is limited."

Zhang Meng glanced coldly at Guan Shan, who could barely straighten himself.

"If you surrender now, you will keep your rank as lieutenant commander."

"But if you remain obstinate, it's a dead end."

Guan Shan hunched over, straining to rise, his blood-red eyes fixed firmly on Zhang Meng.

"Pah!"

"In Ben Lang Guo we have generals who die in battle, none who surrender!"

Hearing this, Zhang Meng's eyes instantly flashed with icy light.

"Spurn the toast, drink the penalty!"

He kicked out hard, striking Guan Shan in the chest.

Amid the sound of breaking bones, Guan Shan's body flew back like a severed kite, landing among the Saber-Toothed Army.

Guan Shan fell to the ground, his breath weak, unable to continue.

"Old Guan!"

The other Bijang still struggling to hold on, upon seeing Guan Shan severely injured, instantly glared with fury.

But their opponents were also Martial Sect masters, currently suppressing them tightly.

Before long, they will all be buried here!

Originally, the Saber-Toothed Army, when facing Guan Shan and the other generals of Mu Shan Cheng, did not possess such overwhelming strength.

But with the assistance of the Bing Xuan Sect, everything changed.

The strength of these Bing Xuan Sect cultivators, individually, is no more than that of a Great Martial Master.

But when they join forces to set up a formation, the Ice Frost Giant Python they summon is not something any Martial Sect master can handle alone!

The Martial Sect masters who have died at the hands of the Ice Frost Giant Python already include Li Kai and Du Heng!

This is the strength of sect cultivators.

Of course, if one could break their formation, their individual strength would certainly be inferior to that of a Great Martial Master who has fought their way out of the battlefield.

But there are no "ifs".

The cultivators of the Bing Xuan Sect each wore arrogant expressions, already waiting to enjoy the joy of victory!

The Saber-Toothed Army surrounding Guan Shan exchanged glances, looking at the fallen Guan Shan, yet none dared to rashly step forward.

The situation is now almost decided; they do not want to sacrifice their own names for a dying man.

However, at that moment, a thunderous explosive shout suddenly rang out from not far away.

"Generals, don't panic, reinforcements have arrived!"

Following the explosive shout, the distant Saber-Toothed Army suddenly fell into chaos, as a bloody path was forcibly cut through!

The victorious Zhang Meng furrowed his brow,

"It's impossible for the troops of other border cities to arrive this quickly; who would come to rescue Mu Shan Cheng at this time?"

Yellowish inner force double wings condensed on Zhang Meng's two wings.

He trembled his wings and flew toward the direction of the chaotic Saber-Toothed Army.

However, shortly after he rose into the air, he heard a sharp whistling sound.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Meng's face changed dramatically, his left wing pierced instantly.

The intense pain from his left wing caused Zhang Meng to plummet, landing on a Saber-Toothed Pig.

"How could there be such an expert archer among the reinforcements?"

As soon as his words fell, an extremely fierce blade intent swept through the air.

A blade aura extending several zhang cut through the waist of several Martial Masters ahead, still surging forward with great force!

Zhang Meng's heart sank; it seemed the plan to attack Mu Shan Cheng had encountered some problems.

He had no time to think further, quickly exerting all his strength to sweep out with his staff.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At the point where the blade aura collided with the iron staff, violent energy formed a terrifying shockwave.

It sent the Saber-Toothed Army within a ten-meter radius flying away.

Those closest were instantly vomiting blood and dying, with no chance of survival.

Di Ying, taking advantage of Zhang Meng having been struck by his arrow, pressed the attack relentlessly, slashing at Zhang Meng's vital points, causing him to cry out in misery.

"Quickly kill Guan Shan, don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Zhang Meng quickly shouted at the distant Saber-Toothed Army, ordering them to kill Guan Shan!