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Chapter 700 A stunning appearance
Yang Rong's heart was growing colder and colder.

Fatian has a clear advantage on the battlefield, becoming stronger with each battle.

He could clearly feel that Fa Tian's true energy, as fine as hair, was gradually seeping into his meridians, moving slowly but steadily towards his heart along with the flow of blood.

He had to devote some of his energy to preventing the infiltration of the Heaven-Slaying True Qi.

When two equally skilled fighters clash, every second counts. The outcome is essentially decided when one of them has to be distracted by something else.

If it were a martial arts contest, Yang Rong could have already conceded defeat.

But this is a battlefield.
Yang Rong could only struggle on.

If Li Zhengtai can win, if the army can win, then he will have the potential to turn the tide.

The thunderous sound of drums reached my ears, and out of the corner of my eye I saw waves of my own army surging out of the camp and charging toward the battlefield.

When the two sides are evenly matched, the addition of a single straw can be the key to determining the outcome.

Li Cunxiao, a veteran who had spent his entire life on the battlefield, seized the opportunity perfectly.

Yang Rong was greatly encouraged.

In his eyes, the battlefield was at a stalemate, and as long as his side added more troops, the situation would immediately tilt in their favor.

He glanced at Li Zhengtai on the other side, and his heart sank again.

Li Zhengtai was even redder at this moment. The thick, almost tangible red blood mist surrounding him made him look like a demon from the deepest hell. What was even more terrifying was that if anyone accidentally touched this red mist, they would be immediately engulfed, and their blood would gush out and become part of the red mist.

It looks impressive, but it's not a good thing.

This only proves one thing: Li Zhengtai can no longer control his own internal energy at will.

The larger the affected area, the faster his true energy will be lost.

The true power of a master of innate cultivation is not infinite; it is merely a refined and subtle control over the use of power.

On the other hand, the woman he was fighting was completely at ease. Yang Rong even noticed that the red mist was actually gathering towards the woman in a subtle way.

Li Zhengtai is no longer a reliable option.

This mysterious woman, who appeared out of nowhere, practices the Blood Jade Skill, which is more profound and pure than Li Zhengtai's.

Li Cunxiao spurred his horse forward.

Despite his peak cultivation level of the ninth rank of the Profound Origin Realm, he looked like he was in his forties and in the prime of his life.

He is actually over sixty years old.

This can be seen as his final burst of brilliance.

Time is slowly eroding his body, and his cultivation level will inevitably decline accordingly. In the end, he will also go through the rest of his life like countless old people who have exhausted their life force.

He didn't want to be the same.

For a general who has spent his life on the battlefield, the best place to rest is on the battlefield; dying wrapped in a horse's hide is something to be proud of.

Of course, what he hoped for most was to defeat the powerful enemy, and then, as the sun was about to set, stand with his feet on the enemy's corpses, leaning against his own banner with one hand on his long spear and the other holding a full bowl of wine, drink the wine, and close his eyes amidst the cheers of his many subordinates.

Just imagining that scene made Li Cunxiao think how beautiful it was!

"Kill!" Li Cunxiao raised his spear high and charged straight at Yang Rong and Xiao Changche, who were fighting most fiercely.

The fight between Li Zhengtai and that woman was too bizarre.
He didn't want to bleed from all seven orifices the moment he got close.

Yang Rong and Xiao Changche are currently evenly matched, but my addition will surely tip the scales of victory in Yang Rong's favor. The sound of hooves approached; a warhorse was galloping alongside me.

Li Cunxiao turned his head in surprise.

He was an ordinary-looking captain. Judging from the style of his armor, he should be one of the auxiliary officers sent by Li Guohua to assist the main army in battle. At this moment, his horsemanship was actually quite good.

"General Li, greetings!" The officer looked at him with a smile, showing no sign of pre-battle tension.

Li Cunxiao's heart skipped a beat, and almost without thinking, he thrust his spear straight at his target.

Although the officer seemed to have no ill intentions towards him and posed no threat whatsoever, Li Cunxiao instinctively wanted to stab him to death with his spear, as if only in this way could he feel at ease.

The lance hurtled towards the officer, and at that distance, Li Cunxiao was confident he could kill him with a single blow.

The next moment, his eyes widened.
Because his lance was caught by the young officer with a single reach.

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his vest.

Li Cunxiao shouted, gripped the lance with both hands, and thrust it upwards with force, intending to lift the officer up and then fling him away.

"General Li is still vigorous despite his age, and he's quite strong!"

With a flick of his wrist, it remained motionless, but he heard the officer's loud laughter. Then, Li Cunxiao suddenly felt that he had grown taller.

His opponent, wielding a spear with one hand, actually swung him off his horse.

This scene stunned almost everyone on the battlefield.

Li Cunxiao released his grip, took a breath, and used the momentum of the spear shaft to leap upwards. At the same time, he drew the sword from his waist, did a somersault in mid-air, and, headfirst, cleaved Mount Hua in two with the sword.

The opponent flicked his wrist and threw out the lance in his hand.

As the spear and sword clashed, the finely forged steel sword snapped into countless fragments with a crack. The spear, however, continued its momentum forward. Li Cunxiao, suspended in mid-air, had nowhere to dodge or evade, and could only watch helplessly as his spear hurtled towards him like lightning.

With a soft thud, it pierced through the armor and chest, and its remaining force carried Li Cunxiao upwards.

With his hands gripping the spear shaft tightly, Li Cunxiao looked at the guy who had suddenly appeared with resentment.

"Who are you?" he roared with all his might.

He wanted to know who had killed him.

"Li Dachui!" The officer below laughed and spurred his horse forward. The three words he uttered were like a thunderbolt from the sky, rolling forward and resounding throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.

Upon hearing those three words, Li Cunxiao exhaled a breath of turbid air, his hands fell limply to his sides, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud like a stone. The sharp lance was deeply embedded in the ground, pinning him firmly to the earth.

As the warhorse moved forward, Li Dachui sprang to his feet, landing firmly on the saddle. He casually tossed aside the iron helmet on his head, then slapped his face and patted it a few times, completely disguising the officer's appearance.

Seeing Li Cunxiao instantly defeated and hearing Li Dachui announce his name, and witnessing the soldiers' rout after Li Cunxiao's death, Yang Rong no longer hesitated. With a mouthful of blood, he instantly intensified his attack. His cultivation, which had been evenly matched with Xiao Changche's, suddenly became more than twice as strong, forcing Xiao Changche to retreat several steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Rong turned and left with a long roar.

The figure flashed across the battlefield a few times and then disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Changche snorted coldly, his face full of anger as he looked at Li Dachui, who had long flowing hair, his hands behind his back, and was riding towards them on horseback.

What to pretend to be?

Why not just kill Li Cunxiao first, and then gang up on Yang Rong?
Now that Yang Rong has escaped, how much more effort will it take to catch such a master of innate talent?

"I'm back!" Li Dachui seemed oblivious to Xiao Changche's anger and shouted excitedly.

(End of this chapter)