Chapter 1925: Chapter 20: Pride
Both sides knew the importance of this node, and therefore, they did not retreat.
Each has their own reasons.
There is nothing left but a battle to the death.
Li Zhaowen, Fan Qing, Qibi Li, and others, none are a match for Yuwen Lie here, and only General Xue can intercept the sharpness of this Divine Might General. Yuwen Lie breaths steadily to quell the stabbing pain in his chest, gripping his heavy spear and raising his weapon’s edge.
Yuwen Lie still spoke simply:
"Let’s go."
General Xue laughed out loud, raising his arm and grasping the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd.
"Good, come, I want to see what bravery you have, this little white cat."
"How much courage and skill do you have?"
Yuwen Lie’s tone cold and scornful: "Xue Qingcang, I will tell you."
"Your era has passed!"
Xue Qingcang, Chen Baxian, the strongest imperial duo five hundred years ago, now only a shadow remains, must rely on the Martial Arts Legend of Zhang Ziyong’s last depth to complete this battle.
Facing Yuwen Lie’s determination and heroic vigor.
General Xue thought for a moment, merely tucked the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd under his arm, extended his left hand, thumb, index and middle fingers rubbed together, seemingly calling, he smiled: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."
"Come, little raccoon cat."
"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."
Fan Qing: "..."
This turnaround from General Xue was astonishingly fast.
Fan Qing didn’t catch his breath.
Instead, the stabbing pain in his chest became unbearable.
This solemn commander of the Qilin Army couldn’t help but swear, feeling the taste of blood in his breaths and saliva, and the bloody scent in his nose, yet in such circumstances, he felt an inexplicable urge to chuckle bitterly.
Even under such circumstances, even in the most brutal battle lines and with the toughest enemies, General Xue’s mouth remained like a poisoned blade.
He thought, if he were in Yuwen Lie’s position, he wouldn’t necessarily withstand it.
Yuwen Lie’s face remained grimly cold, his armor lined with combat scars, his breaths not as grand as initially, but his resolve firm and unyielding, his spine still straight.
He wielded his heavy spear, flicked his wrist, causing the spear to spin a full circle, remaining in his palm, accompanied by deep battle cries, the White Tiger Dharma Form at his side grew increasingly flamboyant.
Before Marquis Qin Wu claimed kingship, his White Tiger Dharma Form had been defeated head-on by Li Guanyi on the battlefield, thus losing the Fate Grid and courage of the White Tiger Sect, merely transforming into a regular White Tiger Dharma Form like Xue Daoyong’s.
But the current moment was different.
The white tiger’s claws were fierce, its pale golden eyes locked intensively on the figure before them, five hundred years of the World’s Number One Divine General, its sharpness alarming, its figure once more glowing with faint starlight.
White Tiger Sect?!
General Xue’s gaze narrowed, behind him, a White Tiger Dharma Form as large as a mountain set its claws, revealing fangs, issuing a series of dangerous tiger roars, firmly locking onto the enemy before him.
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, increasingly murderous, the aura descending, disallowing others to intervene in this grand battle.
General Xue and Yuwen Lie moved simultaneously.
Yuwen Lie’s divine steed hissed, the spear in his hand thrusting forward as always, the white tiger dharma form behind him roared proudly, exposing fangs, pouncing toward General Xue.
General Xue, enveloped in the grand momentum of martial souls, wielded the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd, cutting fiercely on an angle.
Wave-Rolling!!!
The battle halberd ultimate strike he once taught Li Guanyi appeared once more here.
Forcibly defusing the savage aura of Yuwen Lie’s move.
The heavy spear and battle halberd clashed with mystic postures, carrying determination and Military School’s surging force, struck together fiercely, the sound exploding like thunder, roaring, vibrating.
The airwaves ruptured, expanding in all directions.
Two White Tiger Dharma Forms roared to the heavens.
Both were the top divine generals of their time, the clash of military forces, heavy spear and battle halberd comparisons, coupled with the determination of will, the two’s collisions of techniques, no longer simple humans could partake, Fan Qing, Li Zhaowen could only watch their deadly resolve.
General Xue laughed loudly: "Hahaha, such techniques, are a bit interesting though, come! Try it!"
Yuwen Lie’s disposition coolly graceful, his heavy spear and battle halberd clashed several moves, mutually locked, then twisted, the edge’s sharp direction deviating, heavily hitting the ground, tearing massive ravines open.
Then followed through with punches and kicks.
Striking fiercely together.
Their techniques were already among the world’s finest.
Their Dharma Forms reached levels above the Nine Heavens, in such slaughter battles, Yuwen Lie and General Xue’s auras drawn toward each other, gradually stepping past each other, approaching levels above the Nine Heavens.
General Xue’s gaze swept across Fan Qing, Li Zhaowen.
Fan Qing’s heart skipped, suddenly sensing something wrong and uneasy, exclaimed:
"Senior!!!"
"This fight isn’t satisfying, Yuwen Lie, come!"
General Xue rotated the battle halberd, guiding Yuwen Lie towards the distance, Yuwen Lie lowered his gaze, likewise, two White Tiger Sects, fighting while moving, tearing the ground apart, Fan Qing and others attempted to pursue, yet could only remain stationed here.
General Xue and Yuwen Lie, fought fiercely, neither retreating, nor surrendering.
They were extremely proud individuals, continuously fighting, disputing, to the setting sun, the stars arise, the moon hung high, the light of the White Tiger Seven Stars in the west shone brightly.
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