Chapter 60: The Dragon-Sparrow Spear, Masterful and Divine

Blood gushed from Hulü Taxue's arm as if a floodgate had been suddenly blasted open.

"Damn it..."

Hulü Taxue wailed in agony, his face turning as pale as a sheet of paper. Sweatdrops poured down his forehead in a torrent, making it abundantly clear how excruciating the pain was.

Upon witnessing this scene, the surrounding Rongdi lackeys were scared out of their wits.

The looks they cast toward Zhao Ergou no longer held a shred of arrogance or disdain, replaced entirely by overwhelming terror.

One had to bear in mind that Hulü Taxue was the formidable leader of the Rongdi, a powerhouse at the Great Completion stage of Martial Master!

Since even he was no match for Zhao Ergou, wouldn't small fries like themselves be even more insignificant?

"Whoosh!"

Who was Zhao Ergou? He was a man of few words and decisive lethal action; how could he possibly grant his enemy a moment to catch their breath?

With a flicker of his figure, he lashed out with another slash. This strike was as swift as lightning, aiming straight for Hulü Taxue's head.

Hulü Taxue's head flew high up into the air, spun around a few times, and then landed on the ground with a dull thud, rolling several meters away.

Of course, Zhao Ergou wasn't made of iron; he had sustained injuries as well.

Hulü Taxue's final counterattack before death was no child's play.

Pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into his final blow, he had carved a wound deep enough to expose bone across Zhao Ergou's abdomen.

Taking down an enemy at the Great Completion stage of Martial Master was no easy feat, and the vital blood energy within Zhao Ergou's body had been nearly exhausted.

Fumbling into his tunic, he fished out a pill and shoved it into his mouth, then haphazardly wrapped a bandage around his wound a few times to stem the bleeding.

To be frank, Zhao Ergou still preferred that kind of crushing combat—one slash per opponent, how immensely satisfying it was!

Engagements like this, where blows were traded back and forth, were utterly exhausting.

"However, the stronger the adversary, the greater the killing intent value!"

A sense of sweet satisfaction blossomed within Zhao Ergou's chest. Eliminating an enemy at the Great Completion stage of Martial Master yielded twenty-five points of killing intent value, which was vastly more profitable than slaughtering those insignificant fodder.

Hulü Taxue had kicked the bucket, leaving no prominent Rongdi experts of any real caliber around him.

The remainder consisted entirely of small fries, among whom even a basic martial artist was a rarity.

"Brothers, slaughter them!"

Zhao Ergou roared at the top of his lungs, plunging once more into the hostile ranks.

The killing intent radiating from his body was so dense it seemed on the verge of dripping like black ink, transforming his entire being into a god of slaughter crawled straight out of the netherworld, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him.

The surrounding Rongdi foot soldiers were entirely incapable of withstanding a single stroke of his blade, falling before him like harvested wheat.

Before long, the Rongdi troops stationed along this section of the city wall had been thoroughly decimated by Zhao Ergou.

Corpses littered the ground in every direction, and crimson blood stained the bricks of the ramparts, while a heavy stench of carnage hung thick in the air, inducing nausea in anyone who breathed it in.

Such was the cruelty of warfare—it was strictly a matter of kill or be killed, devoid of right or wrong.

Cold, iron-fisted, and ruthless; this was the true portrait of the battlefield.

Emboldened by Zhao Ergou's ferocious rampage across the field, the defending soldiers felt as though they had been injected with chicken blood, howling with fierce excitement.

The more foes Zhao Ergou dispatched, the fewer remained for them to handle, thereby lightening their own burden.

"Clang!" A resounding crash echoed, resembling the blow of a blacksmith's hammer striking a glowing red ingot, powerful enough to nearly shatter one's eardrums!

Zhao Ergou felt as though he had been violently rammed by a maddened bull. He staggered back several steps, his arm going completely numb and tingling as if crawling with ants, aching and powerless.

Raising his gaze, he beheld a figure resembling a black bear demon standing right before him—none other than Yelu Lie.

That fellow's eyes were frostier than ice blocks in a deep cellar, completely devoid of any trace of human vitality, bearing the likeness of a malicious ghost crawled up from hell!

"You punk, you're still a bit too green. Get lost right now and stop getting in the way; he's not someone you can handle." Military Officer Lin bounded forward in a single leap, placing himself squarely in front of Zhao Ergou like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Tsk, is being a Postnatal Martial Artist really all that great?" Zhao Ergou felt entirely unconvinced. The killing intent radiating from Yelu Lie truly resembled the howling northwest wind of the twelfth lunar month, stinging the face with cold, but so what?

He would simply go mow down those soft persimmons first and accumulate some killing intent value before dealing with the rest.

"Hahaha, many thanks, Military Officer Lin! I leave this fellow in your capable hands; I'll be right back!"

Zhao Ergou laughed heartily, pivoting on his heel and departing with utmost panache and decisiveness! Off he went to slaughter the ordinary Rongdi soldiers—every single kill was a victory, and every two kills was pure profit!

"You think you can stop me? In your dreams! Anyone who dares block my path shall die!" Fire flashed in Yelu Lie's eyes as he locked onto Military Officer Lin like a starving wolf eyeing its prey, lunging forward with an aura that suggested he would slay gods if they blocked him, and Buddhas if they stood in his way!

"Hmph, anyone can talk big. Let's try it out and see who dies first!" Military Officer Lin was no pushover either; hoisting his blade, he engaged Yelu Lie head-on without the slightest hint of retreat.

Both men were martial artists of the Postnatal realm, and once locked in combat, the commotion they stirred was immense. With swords flashing and blades clashing, their exchange was exceptionally fierce.

Upon witnessing this spectacle, the onlookers hurriedly backed away, terrified of being caught in the fallout of the duel between these two powerhouses—an accidental death like that would be profoundly unjust. They cleared the center space, leaving a wide, open arena for the combatants.

While cutting down foes to his heart's content, Zhao Ergou glanced up and noticed the three Grandmaster-level experts still locked in battle high above, fighting so furiously that heaven and earth turned dark and the sun and moon lost their radiance.

The sight resembled deities at war, every single move and technique imbued with earth-shattering momentum that filled observers with awe and dread.

"Good grief, now *that* is a real battle! One day, I shall become a powerhouse of that caliber as well!" Envy, jealousy, and fierce aspiration churned within Zhao Ergou's heart, making him itch to leap into the fray himself.

Yet he knew full well that the time was not yet ripe; he still needed to press onward, continue slaying enemies, and grow ever stronger!

Fortunately, the clash was taking place in the skies; had it occurred on solid ground, it likely would have demolished the Yanmen Pass long ago, shattering mountains and reducing the earth to a flattened wasteland.

Wang Li wielded a dragon-engraved spear, twirling it upward and downward, slashing left and right with a spear technique executed with divine mastery.

Single-handedly, he held off the assault of two opposing Rongdi Grandmasters, moving with complete ease and poise without losing a single inch of ground, exhibiting a ferocious might that defied belief.

His mere presence stood like a towering mountain, halting the vast, million-strong host of the Rongdi.

Had it not been for such a titan anchoring the Yanmen Pass, the stronghold would surely have been trampled flat by Rongdi cavalry long ago, its gates breached and shattered.

"Awesome! Now that is a true valiant general!" The sight set Zhao Ergou's blood boiling, making him yearn to become a mighty general akin to Wang Li, holding back a myriad of troops with a single spear in hand!

After battling for a prolonged period, the two Rongdi Grandmasters found themselves completely unable to subdue Wang Li; they could neither defeat him nor outlast him in a war of attrition, ultimately leaving them no choice but to retreat in ignominy.

They cut pathetic figures resembling two children who had just received a stern reprimand from an adult, slinking away dejectedly.