In the dark night, three thousand cavalry descended upon the world like death incarnate.
A scream from within the tent instantly alarmed the other rebel leaders. Luo Daniu, seated at the head, had his face splattered with blood, momentarily dazed. However, the sounds of slaughter quickly snapped him back to reality.
“Damn it! We’re under attack! Gather the brothers and kill them all!” Luo Daniu grabbed the ghost-headed saber by his side and rushed out of the tent.
The scene outside made his liver and guts tremble with fear.
Mu Zian wielded the Fangtian halberd like a wolf amidst a flock of sheep, leaving corpses strewn in his wake. Blood mixed with rainwater, dyeing the ground into a crimson swamp.
The rebels, already lax in their defenses, panicked under the charge of Mu Zian’s three thousand cavalry and forgot how to resist.
On horseback, Mu Zian raised his Fangtian halberd, and like a war god, brought it down with a single strike, instantly splitting a rebel blocking his path in two.
Mu Zian sneered, “Mu Zian, State-Stabilizing Duke and General Who Conquers the Rebellious of the Great Li Empire, is here!”
From among the rebels, a tall, burly man strode forward, wielding a spiked mace. “Let me, Lu Sanhu the Heaven-Shaking Star, take you on!”
The rebels cheered at the sight of him, “Great! Third Boss is here! He’s naturally strong, unmatched by anyone in the martial world! The title Heaven-Shaking Star is well deserved!”
Mu Zian immediately spurred his horse toward him, the Fangtian halberd tracing a half-moon arc through the air before roaring downward.
Lu Sanhu sneered, seeing Mu Zian merely as a frail noble. He raised his spiked mace to block.
A thunderous boom echoed!
The spiked mace shattered instantly under the strike, and the halberd, its force unabated, smashed Lu Sanhu’s head into his chest, causing his body to explode like a crushed watermelon.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and the rebels around were terrified. Their Third Boss had fallen in a single blow to the handsome young man before them.
“A ghost! A ghost! A vengeful spirit has come for our lives!”
A rebel immediately dropped his weapon and fled. Fear, like a plague, spread swiftly, and in a few breaths, the bandits were in complete disarray.
Rushing out of the tent, Luo Daniu saw his hard-built army collapse without even withstanding a charge. Enraged, he chopped down a fleeing rebel, roaring, “Anyone who dares to run, I’ll kill his entire family! No one runs! Get back! There’s only a few thousand of them—kill them all!”
Luo Daniu’s appearance restored some morale. Many veteran rebels regrouped around him.
The clouds scattered, and in the moonlight, Mu Zian rode with the Fangtian halberd resting on his shoulder, appearing divine on the battlefield. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
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Mu Zian dragged the Fangtian halberd along the ground, leaving a deep trench as he charged toward Luo Daniu like a silent death.
Luo Daniu, a hardened bandit, saw Mu Zian charging and didn’t cower. He raised his ghost-headed saber and roared, “Tonight, I’ll chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot!”
He gripped the saber with both hands, swinging upward with all his strength, aiming to cleave Mu Zian and his horse in half.
The saber, stained with countless lives, glinted coldly as Luo Daniu’s face twisted into a cruel grin, confident of victory.
The Fangtian halberd and ghost-headed saber clashed, and in an instant, a brilliant spark lit up the night sky.
Upon impact, Luo Daniu felt excruciating pain shoot through his arms, as if a speeding carriage had crashed into him. He was flung into the air, the saber in his hands snapping in two mid-flight.
Seeing this, the surrounding veteran rebels shouted, “Protect the boss!”
“Brothers, it’s time to show our loyalty to the boss! Follow me and kill them!”
Rebels charged in from all directions like a surging tide.
Mu Zian sneered, spurring his horse forward. The Fangtian halberd in his hand lashed out like a venomous snake. Each thrust claimed a life, and each sweep felled a swath of rebels.
Who could withstand such force?
The surrounding cavalry, witnessing Mu Zian’s unstoppable ferocity, had their spirits ignited.
“State-Stabilizing Duke mighty!”
“State-Stabilizing Duke mighty!”
The shouts roared like thunder, shaking the heavens.
On a distant hillside, Jia Xu watched Mu Zian’s figure weaving through the battlefield like a dragon, and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Truly, the Yangtze’s waves push the waves before them. The lord’s bravery is unmatched in the world!”
The veteran soldiers drawn from the Vanguard Battalion were even more stirred, shouting hoarsely.
Since Mu Zhanying’s death in battle, the Vanguard Battalion had been plunged into despair. Failing to protect their commander was a lifelong shame. They charged only into the most dangerous parts of the battlefield, seeking death to wash away that disgrace. Find the original chapter at NovelPing.
But now, they saw hope again!
In their hearts, they even thanked Lu Yunxue. If not for her heartlessness and betrayal, their young lord would not have cast off the shackles of love and risen stronger.
A veteran soldier of the Vanguard Battalion raised his spear high and howled at the sky, “The spirit of the Vanguard Battalion!”
The others immediately echoed, “Death without survival!”
In an instant, the battlefield became a hellish purgatory.
Mu Zian broke through the rebel siege, galloping straight toward the fleeing Luo Daniu.
At that moment, Luo Daniu was utterly miserable. His arms were broken, his internal organs felt shattered, and seeing Mu Zian charging at him like death itself, he dropped to his knees in terror, screaming, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I surrender! I surrender!”
But Mu Zian was already upon him.
As the horse reared, Mu Zian swept his halberd sideways.
Luo Daniu’s head flew into the air, and a fountain of blood erupted.
Mu Zian lifted the severed head high on his halberd and roared, “Enemy general beheaded!”
Seeing Luo Daniu’s lifeless head, the last shred of courage in the rebels shattered.
“Run for your lives!”
“I surrender! Don’t kill me!”
“I have a seventy-year-old son and an eight-year-old mother!”
No one listened to their cries.
Those who kill must be prepared to be killed. They weren’t repenting; they were merely afraid of death.