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boom--! ! !

The earth trembled violently from the impact of the Hellfire meteorite, its epicenter instantly transforming into a massive, scorched crater flowing with viscous green lava. The Hellfire's mountain-sized obsidian form slowly rose from the crater's center, its emerald fel flames soaring skyward, resembling a hellish fire demon descending upon the world. Wave after wave of fel fire rings erupted from Qin Ming's body, carrying devastating shockwaves that spread wildly in perfect circles in all directions!

The soldiers struck by this malevolent green ring of fire suffered a far more horrific fate than those burned by the beams of light; their flesh and soul burned in unimaginable agony! The fel flames greedily devoured their flesh, sizzling like grease being grilled on a hot plate. Their skin rapidly charred, blistered, and peeled away, revealing the oozing, greasy muscles and pale bones beneath. Their screams twisted and distorted, echoing from the deepest depths of hell, writhing and tumbling in the flames, ultimately turning into grotesque charcoal. Even more deadly were the demonic molten lava splattering and splashing along with the ring of fire!

These viscous, dark green, toxic, hot liquid evils clung to anything they touched as if they were alive—shields melted through, armor corroded, flesh sizzled and emitted deadly black smoke, leaving behind deep, bone-revealing rotten holes.

In an instant, the entire Song army's front line transformed into a living mural depicting purgatory: on the twisted, burning earth, flowing with molten lava and pus, evil green flames leaped and danced wildly among the twisted corpses and molten metal, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh, the deadly poison of sulfur, and the despair of souls being burned to ashes.

However, Tong Guan, in the central army, was still intently studying the Shandong map—the long, single-line formation of the 100,000-strong army was so long that he couldn't see the dramatic changes happening ahead.

Chapter 379: Leopard Head Takes the Head from Ten Thousand Armies

The north wind, carrying the smell of rust and dust, swept across the tense faces of the vanguard soldiers in the Song Dynasty's vanguard formation. Their hands, gripping their spears tightly, were drenched in cold sweat; the rough wooden shafts trembled unconsciously, making a slight grinding sound, and their knuckles turned white from excessive force. The carnage of the two valiant generals, Dong Ping and Qin Ming, was already terrifying enough, but what charged toward them on the official road was not ordinary cavalry, not even people, but a silent, moving wall of iron, radiating a cold, metallic sheen.

Liu Hong's elite Imperial Guards, heavily armored cavalry!

The dragon-blooded warhorses were clad in thick, dragon-scale-shaped armor, stretching from their ears to their hooves like steel curtains, revealing only their bloodshot eyes. Their heads were concealed by ferocious masks, making them resemble ravenous beasts ready to devour their prey. The knights were like steel sculptures, their entire bodies clad in heavy, gleaming armor, three thousand plates gleaming and sturdy, the two plates fitting perfectly together, revealing only a pair of cold, piercing eyes. They wielded long spears, halberds, giant axes, and crescent blades, their bodies radiating a thirst for slaughter in the dim light of the day!

Man and horse as one, clad in armor, exuding an inhuman, suffocating pressure, like mobile steel fortresses. The only sound was the heavy hooves striking the ground in unison, like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth!

"Armored cavalry! Where did Liangshan get armored cavalry?!"

"Damn it! This design is from Shanxi! It's the equipment that Huyan Zhuo gave away!"

An atmosphere of despair permeated the Song army ranks. Duan Pengju, the military commander of Suizhou, and Chen Zhu, the military commander of Zhengzhou, trembled slightly with their hands holding their swords, and their roars were filled with barely concealed cracks.

"Form ranks! Spears! Raise your spears! Bows and arrows...fire! Shoot the horses! Shoot the horses in the eyes!"

Although it was explained clearly, the two military commanders themselves knew the probability was too low, and on such a narrow path, the archers couldn't deploy! They certainly couldn't unleash a volley of arrows! They could only watch as sparse arrows futilely struck the steel armor, scattering sparks, either sliding weakly to the ground or being deflected by the tough metal. The moving steel jungle remained completely unharmed, its speed undiminished!

"Hold on! Be loyal to the court! Kill!!!"

The two military commanders roared, and a deafening roar exploded outwards, as if opening a rift to hell!

Duan Pengju, the military commander of Suizhou, bulged his muscles, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, looking like a madman! A heavy suit of armor, so bizarre it was nauseating, appeared out of thin air, enveloping his entire body. The armor's base color was a dried, congealed dark red blood plasma, with dull brass patterns inlaid along the edges. It was covered with dense, agonizingly twisted reliefs, depicting shrunken human heads and mutilated limbs.

Even more terrifying were the eight blood-stained spears slanted into his back, each spearhead pierced with eight dried or grotesquely fresh skulls! A total of sixty-four heads, now seemingly alive, screamed and howled in unison! The inhuman noise combined to form a violent mental shockwave that swept outwards! With each shriek, Duan Pengju's already terrifying muscles swelled even more, and blood seemed to flow through the gaps in his dark red armor. His aura exploded like a lit powder keg, and his violent power soared exponentially! 88 points of immense strength! This terrifying, demonic brute force could only be countered by Master Lu, who uprooted the willow tree.

"Die—!" Duan Pengju clenched his fists, exuding a violent aura capable of shaking mountains and trembling rivers. He took a step forward, causing cracks to spread across the ground beneath his feet. He wielded his spear with pure destructive force, directly confronting the charge of the armored cavalry. The fierce wind whipped up by his power caused the surrounding guards to stagger backward, as if facing a storm!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the ground was shrouded in a strange, dark green poisonous cloud. Chen Zhu, the military commander of Zhengzhou, had already transformed into a monster, a source of decay! His fine-made armor was now corroded, rusty, and riddled with holes, emanating a strong aura of decay. And beneath the armor, every pore of his skin was spewing out viscous, highly toxic, dark green miasma.

This poisonous cloud was no inanimate object; it surged and expanded like a living thing, greedily devouring all life. The earth lost its color the moment it touched it, turning into bubbling, dark green poisonous mud; the air was stained a suffocating green mist. And nestled within this dense poisonous cloud, seven incredibly thick, rotting, gigantic tentacles, covered in suckers and slime, unfurled from his back. These tendrils, like the limbs of a deep-sea monster, exuded a putrid stench and immense power, whipping and coiling with a piercing whooshing sound, blocking the armored cavalry's path.

Not only that, but a poisonous cloud swept in from all sides, and wherever it passed, the soldiers' leather armor creaked and quickly rotted into dust; the swords that came near instantly lost their luster and were covered with verdigris. Chen Zhu was hidden in the core of this deadly green fog that corroded everything, and his seven terrifying tentacles were hidden in the fog, like poisonous dragons that would devour their prey! He and Duan Pengju were on the left and right, one crushing the enemy head-on with world-destroying force, and the other sealing and strangling them with a poisonous and treacherous domain, forming an unsolvable deadly situation to intercept the Liangshan iron cavalry charge head-on.

But at that moment, Lin acted impulsively! Instead of dodging the deadly fist and poisonous tentacles that were within reach, she stepped forward half a step to meet Duan Pengju's ferocious power. Her figure, like a ghost, sliced ​​through the poisonous mist and the wind of the spear, a move that was both extremely dangerous and perfectly executed! The long, cold tip of the eighteen-foot spear transformed in its master's hand into a black lightning bolt that tore through space and pierced through time, striking Duan Pengju's chest hard. The spear tip pierced deep into the center of his armor, followed by an unstoppable burst of power!

"break!!!"

Lin Chong roared, his eighteen-foot spear piercing deep into Duan Pengju's armor, penetrating his chest and exiting from behind, striking the eight spear shafts on his back. This devastating charge shattered the eight sturdy spear shafts like fragile candied hawthorns, leaving them utterly broken! The hard skull crumbled into hundreds of bone fragments, and the blood-stained bone spear was reduced to dust!

"what--!!!"

Duan Pengju let out a deafening scream, filled with unbelievable pain and a rapid loss of power. The core chain of his power source was violently destroyed, and his sixty-four heads fell to the ground like dumplings in a pot. His scream instantly changed from an amplification of power to a chaotic and agonizing shriek! The blood-red armor on Duan Pengju's body dimmed instantly, as if a living thing had been drained of its lifeblood, and the surging torrent of power, like molten lava, abruptly stopped! His frenzied charging body seemed to have been instantly stripped of its soul support, abruptly halting and leaving a gaping opening.

Lin Chong's movements did not falter at all. After piercing Duan Pengju's source of power with his spear, he drew the White Tiger Saber with his left hand and beheaded Duan Pengju with a single strike.

"Lin Chong! Cease your arrogance!!!"

Chen Zhu's armor was riddled with flaws, and seven tendrils stirred up the wind and clouds. A thick, stench-filled, dark green mist had already enveloped Lin Chong. This dense, foul-smelling mist was frantically corroding her fine armor, hissing and rotting. A single breath would be enough to rot the lungs of an ordinary person. Seven thick, venomous tentacles silently coiled and strangled from the depths of the poisonous cloud, carrying a nauseating, slippery, and foul stench!

Lin Chong didn't speak, he just charged forward, his eighteen-foot spear wrapped in a storm of destruction and the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear technique, like a storm smashing through poisonous clouds, and then the spear pierced Chen Zhu's heart!

As the spear pierced his body, the seven enormous tentacles on Chen Zhu's back instantly stiffened, withered, and turned into a grayish-white, muddy substance, as if their primal power had been drained, and they drooped helplessly! The sky-covering poisonous clouds also seemed to have lost their source, violently churning and dissipating, and quickly becoming thinner.

Chen Zhu lowered his head, staring incredulously at the cold spear tip dripping with his own dark green blood and shattered internal organs from his chest. A wheezing sound escaped his throat. For the first time, pure, death-defying fear surfaced on his face, which was swollen and green from the poison. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only dark green venomous blood and fragments of internal organs gushed out.

After Lin Chong single-handedly killed two generals, the Liangshan armored cavalry began their charge.

Chapter 380: The Armored Cavalry Destroys Everything in Their Might

boom! !

The armored cavalry charged into the infantry ranks like a massive iron gate crashing into rotten wood! The neat, deep marching steps instantly transformed into a devastating, terrifying roar!

This is the destructive charge of steel and flesh, unparalleled weight and terrifying potential energy!

The armored warhorses at the forefront, with immense force, crashed into the Song army's crumbling forest of spears like mobile battering rams. Those spears, which should have been deadly, bent and snapped as easily as toothpicks the moment they touched the thick horse armor and breastplates, sending splinters flying! The spear tips couldn't even leave a dent in the steel surface!

The soldier with the gun suffered a broken wrist from the impact, bleeding profusely. The dull, teeth-grinding thud and the cracking of bones blended together instantly!

"Pfft!!!"

A soldier was thrown into the air along with his gun, his chest cavity collapsing instantly under the pressure of the armor and the immense force. Blood gushing from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs, splattered onto his comrades in the back row like a tattered sack.

Another soldier's spear slipped from his hand as he watched helplessly as a massive hoof covered his vision like a giant hammer. The next moment, the hoof, along with half of his face protected by iron armor, was trampled into the mud, and red and white grime instantly squeezed out from the gaps in the steel.

The front ranks were breached, and the armored cavalry in the rear, without the slightest hesitation, ruthlessly trampled and crushed their way in. They didn't even need to brandish their weapons; they simply propelled their steel mounts forward, charging and trampling. Heavy hooves trampled over fallen wounded soldiers, discarded shields, and the bodies of soldiers who tried to resist… mercilessly and utterly crushing and flattening them!

"Crack!"

That was the crisp sound of a skull cracking under a horse's hooves.

"Pfft!"

That was the muffled explosion of a human body being forcibly squeezed and ruptured, causing its internal organs to burst.

"Click!"

It was the ear-piercing noise of armor being trampled and deformed, along with the bones inside breaking!

The charge of armored cavalry was devastating. The Song army's vanguard formation was like a pile of loose sand, unable to even slow down in the face of this unstoppable torrent of steel. Brave warriors who tried to organize a resistance were instantly smashed down by several heavy long weapons at once—a spiked club shattered their skulls, splattering their brains; a great axe severed their shoulders and necks, their heads flying into the air with a spray of blood; an iron whip shattered their ribs, sending them spinning through the air.

Once the carnage had fully unfolded, the terrifying weapons truly began to wreak havoc. A long-handled broadsword swung in a wide arc, severing three or four soldiers huddled together at the waist, their entrails spilling onto the ground. Each heavy axe strike easily cleaved through shields, severing arms or even half a body in the process! Fountains of blood and flesh erupted everywhere in the torrent of steel.

Forward! Forward! And forward still!

Trample it! Trample it! Trample it all!

Steel boots, heavy hooves, cold blades... everything relentlessly crushes forward!

The entire vanguard of the Song army, from the point of impact, collapsed, crumbled, and disintegrated rapidly, like butter being crushed by a giant wheel! The soldiers' will was utterly crushed by fear. They threw down their weapons and fled in hysterical screams. But this chaotic rout was even more deadly against the armored cavalry. The steel knights easily caught up, smashing, trampling, and tearing down fleeing figures with battle axes, maces, and hooves, like hammers cracking walnuts!

The battle quickly lost all form of resistance. The so-called vanguard of the Song army had been utterly smashed, crushed, and trampled! In the path of the armored cavalry's charge, only a dark red carpet of twisted limbs, broken armor fragments, and a mixture of mud and thick blood remained. Broken spears and tattered banners, like broken tombstones, lay upside down in this fresh hell. The stench of blood, as thick as congealed grease, suffocated the lungs of every survivor.

That moving, silent, and cold wall of steel did not cease its crushing of the carnage. Instead, it continued to advance! Advance! Advance! Along the only mud-free official road, stepping over the corpses of Song soldiers strewn across the field, it relentlessly pushed forward!

At this moment, the narrow official road became a graveyard for the Song army. The soldiers in front wanted to escape, but they were blocked by the panicked, chaotic, and blocked troops and the wounded soldiers wailing all over the ground, making it impossible for them to move an inch!

The soldiers who wanted to reinforce were too far away to reach them. They were anxious but could only hear the terrifying sounds of fighting in the distance. They tried to help from both sides, but as soon as they left the main road, they got stuck in a pile of mud and could not move forward.

The road was already narrow, and both sides were filled with muddy ground, making it difficult to stand. The attacked soldiers could not quickly form ranks and could only instinctively push and shove. Some were pushed off the road and fell into the mud, struggling desperately; others were knocked down and trampled by their own side in the chaos.

Liu Hong's armored cavalry was exceptionally fierce! Although the difference in troop strength between the two sides was quite significant, with only two thousand men on their side and as many as one hundred thousand men on the Song side.

However, in this narrow official road, the battlefield was only wide enough for ten horsemen. No matter how many Song soldiers there were, only ten cavalrymen or twenty infantrymen could be engaged in battle at the same time! The remaining soldiers simply had no way to fight.

Therefore, Liangshan, utilizing their numerical advantage and desperate momentum, instantly tore through the Song army. Heavy maces shattered armor, and sharp scimitars kicked up plumes of blood. Like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, they unleashed a bloody storm in the confined space, leaving behind mutilated corpses and flowing blood with every step they took.

What's even more incredible is that, let alone soldiers, even messengers couldn't get the message to Tong Guan's ears. He rode his warhorse into a mud pit, where the mud submerged the horse's knees, making the beast move slower than a lame old man!

After Liu Hong led his cavalry and fought his way through a vanguard of 10,000 men, Tong Guan finally realized that something had happened at the front, and his face turned ashen.

What? Liu Hongchong is here?!

Chapter 381: Liangshan Artillery and Cavalry Coordination

Tong Guan was in a state of utter panic. His 100,000-strong army was blocking the long, narrow official road, with swamps on both sides. He had no way to escape! But this panic instantly turned into composure. He stood on a high platform in the distance, the crimson banner of his commander fluttering in the wind above his head. His face was ashen, but his eyes held a ruthless determination.

It's alright. The swamp is both our disadvantage and our advantage—my 100,000-strong army can't deploy, and neither can Liangshan's armored cavalry. We can only fight our way through from the front! Because of the terrain, the demoralized vanguard has nowhere to escape and is even resorting to desperate measures, fighting like cornered beasts! A bloody battle with Liangshan! By the time the Liangshan cavalry reaches the center, they'll be exhausted. Let's wear them down first!

Thinking of this, Tong Guan directly abandoned the 20,000 vanguard troops, attempting to use their lives to exhaust the Liangshan army's strength while delaying the time as much as possible, giving himself ample opportunity to transfer all eight of his fierce generals—left, right, rear, and center—to the central army for protection. Along the way, countless soldiers were pushed into the mud to make way for the two imperial guard generals and the military commanders of six regions to gather around Tong Guan.

At this moment, Tong Guan's vanguard was in a rather awkward situation. In such a narrow area, numbers were of no use at all; the battlefield was only wide enough for twenty infantrymen or ten cavalrymen.

The Song army at the front were the Xiang Army from Suizhou and Zhengzhou, generally ranked between the second and third levels, with officers at most the fourth level, and the two military commanders both the tenth level, but they were easily defeated by Lin Chong.

Leading the Liangshan forces were eight heavily armored cavalrymen, all around level seven or eight—the elite of the elite! They also had three generals: Jade Kirin Lu Junyi, Double-Spear General Dong Ping, and One-Zhang-Qing Hu Sanniang. With their three spears and double swords, they charged through the crowd, sweeping, slashing, and swirling, each strike unleashing a storm of blood, severing limbs and sending heads flying!

There was no other way; the Song army was too numerous. To advance from here to Tong Guan's command post, there would be at least three thousand ranks of soldiers. They would have to fight their way through rank by rank. Even Lin Chong would feel exhausted after killing so many people in a short period of time.

Therefore, all the elite troops and generals of Liangshan were resting and preparing for battle in the rear. At the forefront were Lu Junyi, Dong Ping, and Hu Sanniang, three energetic and tireless tiger generals. Tong Guan's conspiracy had no chance of succeeding!

Tong Guan's face was ashen. He immediately dispatched eight of his generals: Feng Mei, the Flying Dragon General of the Imperial Guard; Bi Sheng, the Flying Tiger General of the Imperial Guard; Wu Bingyi of Chenzhou; Han Tianlin of Tangzhou; Li Ming of Xuzhou; Wang Yi of Dengzhou; Ma Wanli of Ruzhou; and Zhou Xin of Songzhou, leading the elite imperial guards of the central army to intercept the Liangshan troops! A large number of Song imperial guards, clad in infantry armor and wielding spears, hook-and-sickle spears, and giant axes, formed a tight wall of spears, preparing to confront the Liangshan cavalry charge head-on.

Seeing this, Liang Shan remained calm. The ten riders at the front drew ten portable cannons from the cannons and opened fire on the twenty Imperial Guard infantrymen in front of them! What spewed from the cannons was not fire, but thousands upon thousands of iron filings and shavings, which were powerful enough to shatter iron and pierce flesh, forming a fan-shaped storm of iron gray!

Under the shrapnel bombardment of ten small cannons, the Imperial Guard's breastplate shattered with a clang! The instant the metal shards flew up, the infantry armor beneath them, like boiling oil dripping onto snow, saw dozens of armor plates simultaneously collapse into the flesh with a clattering sound! The sound of the armor plates shattering and twisting was drowned out by the even more ear-piercing muffled sound of hundreds of iron filings chiseling into flesh, and numerous screams were cut off by metal just as they were about to escape their throats!

Grains of iron shot pierced his eye sockets, bursting into a sticky, red and white mass; the heavy infantry armor did not fall, but stood upright for a moment, though dozens of finger-thick blood holes in his chest and abdomen hissed and sprayed out hot mist and blood foam like dozens of small fountains. He became a living fountain bathed in blood.

A single volley of grapeshot from ten hand-held cannons instantly shattered the Imperial Guard's ironclad formation. The fallen corpses of the front ranks became tripping ropes. Caught off guard, the heavily armored soldiers in the rear were struck in the knees by the sheer size of their comrades, their joints snapping with a sickening crack. The humanoid iron tower collapsed like stalks of wheat in the grapeshot storm. Shattered armor plates, blood, severed limbs, and steaming fragments of internal organs, propelled by the crimson spray from the cannons, splattered ten paces away!

A soldier lying in the middle of the armored section miraculously survived, though his helmet had been ripped off and one of his ears had been sliced ​​off. He tried to prop himself up, only to find that his heavy lamellar armor was like being nailed to the ground by countless nails—dozens of red-hot scraps of iron were embedded in his backplate, melting his leather lining, the iron pieces sticking together with flesh, blood, and charred cowhide! He struggled in vain like a crab branded with an iron plate, his heart-wrenching screams filled with smoke and the stench of blood.

"Now! Charge!!!"

Lu Junyi roared and tried to lead the Liangshan Imperial Guard cavalry to break through the Imperial Guard battle line that had been shattered by the shrapnel.

"kill!!!"

Just then, General Bi Sheng, the Flying Tiger of the Imperial Guard, roared like a tiger descending a mountain. He swung his sixty-pound tiger-headed, gold-plated spear with one hand, creating a heavy golden streak. His jet-black, curly-maned steed, Wuzhui, pawing the ground and kicking up dirt, charged forward like a black lightning bolt tearing through a leaden-gray curtain! They had launched a counter-charge against Liangshan after the infantry defenses were breached by the artillery fire!

Almost the instant he set off, the other seven generals glanced at him, knowing that the situation was hopeless, and had no choice but to slam their boots against the horses' bellies. The heavy hoofbeats suddenly became dense and accelerated, like the urgent drumbeats of death striking again!

Wu Bingyi raised his giant axe high, bringing with it a heavy, menacing wind; Han Tianlin wielded his ten-foot-long broadsword, creating a whirlwind; Li Ming gripped his steel-tipped spear tightly, its tassel as red as blood; Wang Yi held a heavy, serrated mace upside down, the spikes on its head gleaming with a chilling light; Ma Wanli wielded his iron spear, creating a dark, oppressive curtain; Zhou Xin dragged his golden-backed mountain-chopping knife diagonally, its blade slicing through the ground, leaving a trail of sparks.

The most elite general, Feng Mei, rode his magnificent yellow steed with lightning speed. His Flying Dragon Greatsword seemed alive, its sharp tip aimed directly at Lu Junyi's brow. The dark patterns swirling on the blade appeared to flow, exuding a ferocious aura of predation! Eight figures, eight deadly weapons, carrying the overwhelming power of the entire imperial army, like eight torrents of steel bursting their banks, launched a devastating charge towards the Liangshan Cavalry!

Chapter 382: Tong Guanlong's Escape

Lu Junyi glanced at the eight generals with disdain in her eyes, completely ignoring them. Her flaming unicorn leaped from the ground, soaring into the sky! She flew over the heads of the eight generals! Too lazy to fight such minor figures, she flew over a hundred meters, smashing and crushing a group of Song soldiers before charging towards Tong Guan without looking back!

"Oh no! Quickly, save the Privy Councilor!!!"

When the eight generals saw Lu Junyi jump over and charge at Tong Guan, they panicked. Several generals turned their horses and fled to save Tong Guan.

But at that moment, eight cavalrymen—Little Li Guang Hua Rong, Blue-faced Beast Yang Zhi, Vanguard Suo Chao, Nine-Tattooed Dragon Shi Jin, Golden Spear Xu Ning, Featherless Arrow Zhang Qing, Iron Rod Luan Tingyu, and Sickly Yuchi Sun Li—had already charged over and entangled the eight generals of the imperial court. Sixteen fierce generals were fighting on the front line of the battlefield, fighting until the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light!

"You treacherous official! Prepare to die!"

The young and impetuous Shi Jin, nicknamed Nine-Tattooed Dragon, was filled with youthful vigor and surging blood. His eyes were fixed on the exaggeratedly large broadsword wielded by Han Tianlin, the military commander of Tangzhou, before he charged forward. He fired three arrows, forcing Han Tianlin to parry with his own broadsword, disrupting his charging stance. Nine-Tattooed Dragon then threw her bow at Han Tianlin's face, drew her three-pointed double-edged spear, and charged forward with incredible speed. The weapon danced in her hands like a rapidly spinning full moon. In the instant their horses passed each other, the blade, at a tricky angle, slashed upwards at the middle of Han Tianlin's broadsword shaft! Sparks flew from the friction, exploding like iron trees adorned with silver flowers!

Han Tianlin never expected Shi Jin's attack to be so swift and powerful! The immense force traveled along the blade, causing his hand to tremble violently. In his haste, he tried to counterattack, but to his surprise, Shi Jin, after discarding his longbow, threw away his three-pointed double-edged spear a second time, drew a spare crescent blade, and launched another attack from another direction! Han Tianlin was caught completely off guard.

"block!!!"

The sturdy armor ultimately blocked the fatal blow, but under that ferocious slash, the armor plates shattered and flew apart like fragile porcelain! A sharp piece of armor even grazed Han Tianlin's cheek, leaving a stinging bloodstain.

Han Tianlin roared in pain, a metallic taste rising in his throat. Shi Jin's crescent blade bounced high in the air, but a savage, beast-like grin appeared on his face. He tossed the blade out like a magician, then pulled out a halberd from seemingly nowhere, and with one thrust, stabbed Han Tianlin off his horse!

"Well done!"

Yang Zhi looked at Shi Jin with great satisfaction. She was the youngest among the Liangshan heroes, but also the fastest growing. She was proficient in all eighteen weapons and could even switch weapons on the battlefield like a magician, making her impossible to defend against.

"You're not paying attention to anything else!!!"

Bi Sheng's tiger-headed golden spear, like a venomous dragon, roared through the air as it thrust straight at Yang Zhi's face. His spear technique was expansive and powerful, each strike as aggressive as a mad tiger pouncing on its prey, the swirling winds causing a stinging pain to the face. Yang Zhi's eighteen-foot steel spear, on the other hand, was like a venomous dragon awakening, its movements precise and swift.

Faced with Bi Sheng's overwhelming offensive, Yang Zhi parried, deflected, struck, and redirected, his spear tip flickering like a snake's tongue, each move aimed at Bi Sheng's vital joints. Each clash of the two spears produced a heavy, thunderous sound, sparks flying like exploding metal in a furnace. Each powerful impact sent a shiver through both men's arms, their muscles bulging beneath their armor. Bi Sheng's ferocity was like a raging tide crashing against the shore, wave after wave; Yang Zhi's ruthlessness was like a venomous dragon beneath a reef, suddenly biting through the gaps in the waves.

Spears flashed, and the two generals fought for more than thirty rounds in an instant, with neither gaining the upper hand. Seeing how valiant this man was, Yang Zhi partially transformed into a dragon, and a dragon tail that stretched all the way to the sky suddenly appeared. It swept across like a long whip, smashing the four hooves of Bi Sheng's mount. The mount screamed and fell to the ground with its rider. Yang Zhi pressed his advantage and thrust his spear towards Bi Sheng's throat!

Bi Sheng, worthy of being a general of the imperial court, managed to block Yang Zhi's deadly spear while his horse was injured and he lost his balance. But that was his limit. Yang Zhi suddenly changed his move, thrusting with his spear in his right hand while drawing his ancestral golden sword with his left. With a single strike, he beheaded Bi Sheng.

Suo Chao's massive axe, wielding unparalleled power, met Ma Wanli's incredibly heavy iron spear, the military commander of Ruzhou. The clash of these two heavy weapons was devoid of any fancy moves. Suo Chao roared like thunder, leaping and slashing down with the force of splitting a mountain. Ma Wanli's spear shaft snapped in two, his helmet shattered, and he and his horse were cleaved vertically in two by Suo Chao.

In one corner of the battlefield, Feng Mei, the Flying Dragon General and Tong Guan's strongest warrior, wielded his crescent-shaped blade as if it had truly transformed into a gigantic, man-eating black python! The blade tip flickered, and the resulting gusts of wind emitted a deathly shriek in Hua Rong's ears. The broadsword sometimes struck like a club, sometimes coiled like a whip, and the dark, snake-scale patterns coiled around the hilt seemed to come alive with each violent movement. Every clash of spears and lances sent shivers down Hua Rong's spine, and he found himself at a disadvantage.

Each strike of the crescent blade contained a strange power, seemingly not only a straight-line collision but also a horizontal drilling and twisting force, making it difficult for Hua Rong to unleash even 70% of the full power of his exquisite moves.

Even more deadly was the sight of Wu Bingyi, the military commander of Chenzhou, wielding a massive, heavy axe that came crashing down from the flank like a ghost! The axe's shadow was as heavy as a mountain, carrying the force to crush everything, and aimed straight for Hua Rong's warhorse's forelegs!

Meanwhile, Li Ming, the military commander of Xuzhou, wielded his steel-tipped spear like a treacherous viper, stabbing from another tricky blind spot. The gleaming spear tip, carrying a chilling glint, aimed directly at the gap in Hua Rong's armor beneath his ribs!

Facing three opponents alone! Hua Rong was instantly at a disadvantage and about to suffer a loss. But at the critical moment, the air was torn apart by two extremely sharp whistles. Two iron balls the size of eggs, like lightning and fire thrown down from the depths of hell by gods and demons, hurtled through the air at a terrifying speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive! They even drew a golden swirling trajectory under the sky, heading straight for Li Ming!

Li Ming only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, followed by indescribable pain in his face and heart! The sound of bones shattering was instantly drowned out by the sound of hooves and shouts of battle. He lost consciousness and fell directly off his horse! His head and heart had been shattered by Zhang Qing's two iron balls.