Chapter 66: Severing the Sabre!

With a swift flick of his wrist and a downward stroke, Zhao Ergou sent the heads of five Rongdi whelps flying like watermelons—it was as clean and neat as that!

Fresh blood sprayed high into the air as if it cost nothing, splashing all over him until he looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

Across the ground around him, over twenty Rongdi corpses lay sprawled in disarray, resembling dead stray dogs, a truly gruesome sight.

"Qin dog, your grandpa is here to meet you!"

Amidst the Rongdi army, a garrison commander standing eight feet tall with a thick waist and broad shoulders glared with eyes as big as ox eggs. He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice louder than a peal of thunder.

His name was Hubo Lang, a formidable fighter at the mid-stage of the Martial Master realm.

Seeing Zhao Ergou cutting through his men like vegetables and turning their ranks upside down, he could no longer sit still. Brandishing his broadsword, he charged forward like a mad bull.

His intention was to block Zhao Ergou and let the lesser rabble capture the city wall.

Hubo Lang slashed down with his saber with such momentum that it seemed as though he meant to cleave the very sky in two. The blade whined through the air, terrifyingly loud.

"Well timed!" Zhao Ergou roared, a brilliant light of excitement flashing in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward and delivered a horizontal slash carrying the momentum of a rainbow.

*Clang!*

A crisp sound of metal colliding rang out, deafening like New Year firecrackers.

Hubo Lang’s battle saber snapped in two with a sharp *crack*!

He was dumbfounded. Staring at the broken blade in his hand, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Complete bewilderment washed over him, utterly unable to believe this was real.

His full-strength strike had not only been effortlessly blocked by this kid Zhao Ergou, but his saber had been snapped in half!

The immense force numbed the web of his hand as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body involuntarily stumbled back two steps.

Wasn't this Zhao Ergou supposed to be merely at the early stage of the Martial Master realm?

How could he be so ferocious?

His heart felt like a spice cabinet had been overturned—sweet, sour, bitter, pungent, and salty all at once, though mostly dominated by shock and disbelief.

The answer to his shock was Zhao Ergou’s blade.

A flash of blood-red light cut across the night sky like a bolt of lightning, dazzlingly fast.

Hubo Lang’s head flew high into the air, tracing a graceful arc before landing on the ground with a dull *thud*, rolling around a few times like a leather ball.

Terror and unwillingness still lingered in his eyes; he died with his eyes wide open in grievance.

***

Qian Gouduo, the garrison commander of the Fifteenth Battalion, felt his eyes nearly bulge out of his head, his mouth wide enough to stuff an entire egg.

A garrison commander among the Rongdi enemy forces had actually been butchered by this kid Zhao Ergou in just two moves?!

He felt as though his heart was leaping straight into his throat—this was motherfucking thrilling!

Looking at the thick aura of slaughter radiating from Zhao Ergou—tangible enough to practically swallow a person whole—Qian Gouduo deemed this fellow unimaginably terrifying, simply not human!

"Hahahaha, who else! Who else refuses to accept this!" Zhao Ergou laughed uproariously toward the sky, his voice shaking the heavens with absolute overbearing dominance.

Having slain Hubo Lang, he harvested twenty-two points of killing intent, feeling thoroughly gratified.

Without pausing, he surged forward like an untiring beast, hacking down anyone in his path—slaying gods if he met gods, and Buddhas if he met Buddhas!

A Rongdi leader at the Post-Heaven realm climbed the city wall amidst the chaos, brandishing a curved scimitar and charging toward Zhao Ergou.

Fierce light flashed in his eyes as if he wanted to tear Zhao Ergou to pieces, and he chattered away in some alien bird-language that nobody could understand.

"Courting death!" Zhao Ergou shouted, his eyes filled with utter disdain.

As Zhao Ergou was killing with boiling blood and a fully exhilarated spirit, a sudden chill crept up his spine. It felt as though he had been targeted by some ferocious beast, raising goosebumps all over his skin!

His instincts, sharper than those of any wild beast, screamed frantic warnings at him, as if shouting: *Hurry up and dodge! If you don't move, you kid will be off to drink tea in the underworld!*

Who was Zhao Ergou?

He was a battlefield god of slaughter who feared neither heaven nor earth! How could he be afraid of this?

Yet he had no wish to capsize in a drainage ditch. His body moved faster than his mind, executing a sliding step that whisked him aside like an eel.

Right where he had been standing a moment before, a cold gleam flashed like the Grim Reaper's scythe, leaving a deep gouge in the ground that made one's scalp tingle!

Had that landed on a person, wouldn't it have sliced them in half like a melon?

Though Zhao Ergou was not afraid of death, he certainly didn't want to die in such a pathetic manner!

He grinned, flashing a mouthful of white teeth, and shouted, "Rongdi pups, what kind of honor is there in launching a sneak attack? If you've got the guts, fight me blade-to-blade!"

He completely forgot that when he used to ambush the Rongdi, he was even more ruthless, practically wearing the word "hypocrisy" carved across his face.

"Qin dog, take your life!"

A Rongdi brute standing nine feet tall, resembling an iron tower, charged toward Zhao Ergou wielding a broadsword wider than a doorway. His momentum was enough to swallow a man alive.

This man was Huli Tuxue, a Post-Heaven martial artist within the Rongdi army. His strength was frighteningly formidable, an absolute powerhouse.

***

He had no interest in exchanging verbal barbs with Zhao Ergou and immediately launched into action. Blade light fell like a dense flurry of snowflakes, descending upon Zhao Ergou with every strike carrying lethal, merciless intent.

The sharp edge of his blade carried a biting murderous aura that seemed to tear the air apart, chilling anyone to the bone.

Zhao Ergou’s eyes lit up, his battle intent soaring! He gripped his battle saber tightly as the true essence within his body surged frantically like a volcanic eruption.

"Well-met! Your grandpa was just worrying he hadn't killed enough!"

Zhao Ergou laughed heartily, his voice echoing across the wilderness. "Today, I'll let you witness what true saber technique is!"

He intended to have a proper bout with this Post-Heaven Rongdi warrior to test his own true capabilities!

Every single strike from Huli Tuxue was heavy and powerful, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rocks with ferocious intensity, entirely aimed at taking Zhao Ergou's life.

Zhao Ergou felt the blood in his body boil like a pot of bubbling water. He roared, "Exhilarating! Again!"

He frantically circulated the Overlord Divine Scripture, driving the blood-qi force through his entire body to unleash the Mad Wolf Three Sabers. Locked in fierce combat with Huli Tuxue, every single slash poured out his full strength without holding anything back!

This was his first time colliding head-on with a Post-Heaven martial artist; he felt both nervous and thrilled, and the sensation of this life-and-death struggle made him feel wonderfully high.

Huli Tuxue’s strength pressed down on Zhao Ergou like a towering mountain, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

His body was as hard as steel; when Zhao Ergou’s blade struck him, it sounded just like hitting solid stone with metallic *clangs*, failing to inflict the slightest injury upon him.

Though Zhao Ergou’s saber techniques were fast, flashing like lightning and dazzling to the eye, they could not inflict substantive damage on Huli Tuxue.

Instead, the tyrannical force of Huli Tuxue’s blows left the web of Zhao Ergou’s hands numb and stinging like pinpricks.

Yet he grew more courageous with every clash, shouting in absolute delight!

The blades of the two men clashed continuously in mid-air like dual dragons, producing ear-piercing metallic screeches and scattering a shower of sparks!

Blade lights flashed across the night sky like shooting stars, illuminating everything around them as well as Zhao Ergou’s wild, manic face.

The onlookers retreated in terror from this horrifying battle, terrified of being caught in the crossfire—this shit was entirely too terrifying!

Those terrifying blade beams carved deep grooves into the city wall like hideous scars, shocking to behold.

Fortunately, the bricks and stones of this city wall were forged from special materials, exceptionally sturdy like blocks of iron, otherwise they would have long since been smashed apart by this terrifying might.

Otherwise, given their trading of blows, the city wall would have long been reduced to tofu dregs.