荔枝影院

In the southwest war, Bachicheng had played a critical role. Even among the Tibetan generals, he was one of the best. Wang Chong hadn’t expected that he would be using this method to meet this Tibetan Great General that he once could only look up at. In terms of mindset, Bachicheng was definitely outstanding.

For a foreigner like Bachicheng, raised in the uncivilized plateau that didn’t place much emphasis on strategy, to be able to grasp the strategies of the Central Plains and use them to this level was already rather surprising.

Alas, he had encountered the War Saint, and his efforts were like trying to teach a fish how to swim.

"Hahaha, good, what a good use of ’only by knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can you never be defeated’!"

At Wang Chong’s words, Bachicheng’s eyes seemed to flash with a very queer light.

"In this battle, I truly underestimated you. I didn’t think that a brat like you who still stank of his mother’s milk would be such an accomplished strategist! But don’t get too smug. The news of our defeat here will quickly reach the Erhai plains. The Great General will quickly lead the army north, and the only thing awaiting you will be death!"

Bachicheng’s eyes glimmered with a vicious smile, and his expression was cruel and callous.

He had never feared death, and the people of Ü-Tsang were never ones to sacrifice themselves in vain. Even though this army managed to kill them, they would still eventually accompany him in death.

"Haha, are you talking about this?"

Wang Chong grinned, his gaze turning up to the sky.

Phweet!

On the side, Old Eagle stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle. Plop! At almost the same moment, a black silhouette flew past, and something dropped from the sky in front of Bachicheng. From its red and green plumage and sharp claws, it was clearly a vicious gyrfalcon.

But its neck was clearly snapped, and its sharp eyes had turned dim.

Bachicheng instantly paled at the sight of this gyrfalcon.

Gyrfalcons were tyrants of the skies and were capable of hunting down the enemy’s messenger birds. Few birds could match them, and even many species of eagle were no match. Bachicheng hadn’t expected his enemy to be so formidable that they were even able to kill the gyrfalcons, the pride of Ü-Tsang.

"Hmph, you shouldn’t be too happy. It’s just a single gyrfalcon. Did you think an army of more than ten thousand only had one gyrfalcon? Just intercepting this one gyrfalcon is meaningless."

Bachicheng very quickly raised his head in disdain.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The moment Bachicheng finished talking, a rain of gyrfalcons fell around him, smashing into piles of pulp on the ground. These gyrfalcons finally made Bachicheng’s callousness and cruelty vanish into nothing.

"Hahaha!"

Bachicheng’s ashen complexion of defeat elicited roars of laughter.

"Bachicheng, your thinking is too simple. How can any of you compare to me in hunting down birds?"

Heartily laughing, Old Eagle thrust his right hand into a gray pouch on his belt. Extracting a bunch of rabbit jerky from within, he threw it into the air. Creee! With a burst of shrill cries, dark blurs flew overhead, snatching the jerky that Old Eagle had thrown up and soaring back into the skies. One with particularly sharp eyes might have been able to notice that though these birds were a little on the small side, their mouths and claws were equipped with sharp weapons.

And they worked together as they flew, making them seem like a miniature army.

This was Old Eagle’s hunting party!

In the Central Plains, probably no one could compare to Old Eagle in the training of birds. Scouting, sending messages, hunting, camouflage... Old Eagle had trained the birds to fulfill numerous roles. These small hunting birds carried the blood of various fierce birds, and all of them had been personally selected for this role. Old Eagle had used ten-some years and five or six generations to finally achieve success.

Although these birds were no good at scouting and not proficient at bird language or signals, making them incapable of passing on information on the enemy army, they were superb at fighting and could work together. In the air, they were essentially unmatched.

And in order to increase their lethality, Old Eagle had also equipped them with sharp iron claws and beaks, even attaching specially made metal spikes to their wings.

This campaign to the southwest was extremely dangerous, and no one knew if they would come back alive.

Thus, Old Eagle had brought out all the birds he had trained.

"Haha, what do you think? Have anything to say now?"

Wang Chong grinned.

"Hmph, even if you’ve killed those gyrfalcons, what purpose does it serve? It’ll only let you gasp at the brink of death for a few more days."

Bachicheng simply closed his eyes, waiting for death.

"Just do it. I’ll be waiting for all of you down below!"

He waited, ceasing his struggles.

"Haha, it’s not that easy to die. Tell me, where did your troops descend from? If you do, I’ll give you a swift death," Wang Chong said.

"What do you think asking me this will do? I’m not telling you anything!"

Bachicheng suddenly opened his eyes, a wary look in them.

"Heheh, was it Chilechuan?" Wang Chong suddenly said, glancing at Bachicheng.

Bachicheng said nothing, but his complexion paled. His mouth opened as if to speak, but Wang Chong’s sword had already been plunged into his heart.

"I already know. There’s no need for you to say anything now."

As the Little Yinyang Sword plunged in, the last of Bachicheng’s majestic and pure energy rumbled like a flood through the sword and into Wang Chong. Wang Chong had already been at Tier 6 of the True Martial realm, and now, with the ferocious might of the Profound Martial realm, his entire body rumbled as Stellar Energy exploded through it.

"Ah!"

There was a howl of pain as the band tying Wang Chong’s hair broke, causing his hair to stab into the air like thousands of iron needles while a mist of blood burst out of his body. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the energy in Wang Chong’s body broke into Tier 7 of the True Martial realm, then Tier 8, and finally stopped at Tier 9, at almost the same cultivation level as Old Eagle.

"How could this be?!"

Old Eagle’s eyes went wide. As Wang Chong’s companion on the road this entire time, he was well aware of Wang Chong’s current level of strength.

At the start, Wang Chong had only been a trifling martial artist at Tier 1 or 2 of the True Martial realm. But right now, just by stabbing Bachicheng in the heart, he had risen several tiers, almost coming up to his own level of strength. It had to be pointed out that Old Eagle was thirty-some years old now, almost at forty.

And Wang Chong was just a teenager.

The difference in their time cultivating was a matter of years, not days.

"What evil art are you cultivating?"

A furious voice, struggling at death’s door, came from the ground. Bachicheng lay there, his eyes wide open in shock. Every person had their fate, and since he had lost, he harbored no hope of survival. And the only thing awaiting the commander who had defeated him was also death.

But the stab of Wang Chong’s sword had shattered his delusions.

Bachicheng could feel his strength being sucked out of his body and into the Tang youth. Right now, he was nurturing a most terrifying opponent.

Bachicheng had believed Wang Chong to just be an intelligent youth, but right now, Wang Chong was beginning to exude the aura of experience and power. This was not something a teenager could possess, not without a period of experience and trial. Even after all that Bachicheng had experienced, he had never seen such a strange sight.

"Haha, why don’t you ask down below?"

Wang Chong chortled as his right hand withdrew the Little Yinyang Sword, sending blood flying. Without another sound, Bachicheng’s body collapsed. Wang Chong paid him no more attention, as Bachicheng’s energy had been far more tyrannical than he had imagined. Wang Chong felt almost compelled to vent some of the enormous energy circulating through his body.

For a moment, Wang Chong felt like he had regained the feeling of being able to look upon the world with disdain and travel it unhindered.

He had never been only a simple strategist general!

"Leaping Dragon Spear!"

A howl resounded through the mountains as Wang Chong suddenly pulled a golden, seven-sectioned spear from his back. Roaaar! Everyone watched in shock as a lifelike five-clawed dragon spiraled into the sky.

One spiral, two spirals, three spirals... In the end, there was a boom, and the dragon transformed into a golden bolt of dazzling lightning that crashed into the mountain.

Boom!

The earth quaked and dust roiled. This single spear of Wang Chong’s had caused the entire mountain to shudder, the waves of energy sweeping countless bits of gravel and stone. The earth itself seemed about to sunder.

"This..."

"What spear technique is that?"

"When did Young Master learn such a tyrannical spear art?"

......

As they stared at the thick plume of dust rising several dozen zhang into the sky, it wasn’t only the likes of Old Eagle and Zhao Jingdian who were shocked. Even Li Siye, the future Invincible Great General, experienced a rare moment of shock. A few moments ago, Wang Chong had only been at Tier 5 of the True Martial realm, but with the end of the battle, his strength had instantly soared.

The might of that spear was definitely that of the Profound Martial realm!

Li Siye was absolutely certain of that!