"Boom, boom, boom..."
In the midst of intense explosions, blood rained several meters high as a powerful blast wave carried flying limbs and torn bodies across the sky. Where there had been a complete military formation just a second ago, a jagged gap now appeared as if gnawed by dogs.
Yang Ge heavily crashed into this gap, swinging the Cold Moon Saber. Countless broken blade fragments levitated, coalescing into a metallic dragon that surged wildly into the dense ranks of Dongying’s troops, cutting a swath of destruction as enemy heads flew and soldiers fell in heaps...
Behind him, the vanguard of his servant army followed through the breach he had torn, slashing wildly like rabid dogs, enlarging the gap with their fierce strikes.
Yang Ge advanced at the forefront, controlling the metallic dragon to pave the way for his army.
In the dim chaos, his Cold Moon Saber suddenly trembled. He stomped down forcefully with his raised right foot, leveraging his body to recoil back.
The next second, a ghostly figure burst out from the pile of corpses in front of him, the blade slicing towards his neck as swift as lightning.
"Clang!"
With a move that wrapped around his head, he blocked the ghostly strike with precision. He felt a heavy, solid force, like a mountain pressing down through the Cold Moon Saber into his body, seemingly trying to pin him in place.
"Ah..."
Without thinking, he roared in fury, his veins bulging as he erupted with immense brute strength, flipping away the ghostly figure before him and leaping into the air.
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Just as his feet left the ground, two figures crossed in an X-shape from where he had just stood. One of them wielded a blade glow, concealed to the extreme, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end; the alarm in his head blared, "Ulala Ulala Ulala," frantically warning him.
This was a formidable enemy!
An unprecedented formidable enemy!
This unprecedented formidable enemy had placed an unprecedented pressure on him!
But it also excited him like never before!
What does it feel like to be powerful?
For Yang Ge himself...it actually wasn’t great. It felt as if everything and everyone around him had turned into delicate porcelain overnight, ready to shatter at the slightest touch!
He disliked causing trouble without reason and hated to harm the innocent; thus, living in such conditions made him feel constrained, always worrying that a careless move might break someone...
He had long desired an opponent worthy of his full effort and capable of withstanding his power, to fully vent his inner turmoil and melancholy.
Every person has frustrations and negative emotions.
A man who couldn’t return home and was forced to flee to a foreign land held a vast amount of frustration and negativity, enough to depress him...
The White Lotus Sect’s Peacock Holy Mother Tang, was not this opponent.
Because there was no deep hatred with Tang, fighting to the death over minor matters would be foolish in his eyes!
So even when Tang had once made him extremely upset, he still restrained the impulse to strike.
This enemy right now was perfect!
No hesitation in raising his hand!
"This is..."
His heart pounding, he roared with the first smile on his face since parting ways with Yang Tiansheng, "That’s more like it!"
It was a grin twisted in ferocity!
A wild ferocity fully revealed!
He pressed his hands against the Cold Moon Saber, unleashing a move "Heavier than Mount Tai" from the skies.
Meanwhile, the two ambushed Dongying masters who had failed in their sneak attack leaped upwards the moment they realized their ambush had failed, pursuing Yang Ge shoulder to shoulder.
One above and one below!
Facing two against one!
Like the tip of the needle against the wheat awn!