The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 122 Battle of Yang Wanxiu
His speed was incredibly fast; he created a gust of wind, and to many soldiers in the courtyard, he was just a blurry afterimage, impossible to see, let alone shoot with arrows.

"Such speed! No wonder he's a Martial Saint!"

Lin Yueqiu, who was standing next to Han Qing, took a step forward and stood in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

He was a grandmaster of martial arts. No matter how fast a martial saint was, he couldn't possibly miss a grandmaster.

However, although he couldn't see it, the howling wind and waves made him feel immense pressure.

He had a strong premonition that if he faced Yang Wanxiu directly, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch.

Besides him, Chen Ming, Nan Jinbei, Long Xiuming and other experts beside him were also tense, with solemn expressions and a hint of fear in their eyes.

Although they had traveled all over the country and had rich experience in life-and-death battles, they had never fought against a martial saint.

At this moment, as Yang Wanxiu ran forward, a surging aura naturally emanated from his body, and the pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as turbulent as a wave, making it almost impossible for people to breathe and naturally causing them to feel fear.

Han Qing's gaze was cold and his posture upright. One could feel a surge of killing intent coming towards him, but there was not a trace of fear or panic in his eyes.

In battle, whoever is afraid first is most likely to die.

Moreover, he was the backbone of everyone, and he couldn't show any panic or fear, otherwise the entire camp would immediately descend into chaos.

"Yang Wanxiu, so what if you're a Martial Saint? Even a Martial Saint is made of flesh and blood. Today you dare to single-handedly intrude into my Tiger Might Camp. I will make sure you never return!" Han Qing shouted.

His words were passionate and full of energy, instantly calming those around him.

They didn't know where Han Qing's confidence came from, but that didn't matter. As long as Han Qing remained calm and composed, their fear would lessen or even dissipate.

So everyone fought back.

The eighteen giant axe warriors charged forward first, while Long Xiuming stirred his mind, a cold wind suddenly rose, and his magical energy condensed into a fireball, but he hesitated to make a move.

Because in his eyes, Yang Wanxiu was moving rapidly at all times, making it impossible to lock onto him.

While he hesitated, Cheng Xuanji made the first move. Golden runes flew out from his body and suddenly condensed into a golden sword above his head. With a whoosh, it stabbed towards Yang Wanxiu.

He was a cultivator at the Body Refining Realm, and his spiritual power easily covered the entire courtyard. Although Yang Wanxiu was fast, his movement trajectory was already clearly presented in his mind. No matter how the latter changed his movement trajectory, he could easily lock onto him.

Han Qing was the same; he could also clearly see Yang Wanxiu's figure and every movement.

At this moment, Yang Wanxiu seemed to be in a dangerous situation.

Eighteen giant axe warriors surrounded him in a semi-circle, while a golden sword descended from the sky, stabbing fiercely at his head.

"Han Qing, these little minions can't stop this old man!"

"break!"

He looked up at the sky, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a jet of blood that whistled and struck the golden sword above him.

The two collided, and the golden sword suddenly shattered.

"What powerful martial saint blood energy!" Cheng Xuanji frowned.

Upon reaching the realm of Martial Saint, one's strength is integrated into their blood, and the true meaning of martial arts is awakened. This gives their qi and blood an extremely strong destructive power against illusory things such as magical thoughts, divine souls, and divine images.

While he was stabbing Yang Wanxiu with the golden sword, he also manipulated strands of magical energy to invade Yang Wanxiu's body, trying to control his body and make him freeze for a moment to create an opportunity for others to kill him. Unexpectedly, the magical energy was immediately burned away as soon as it entered his body, and it was not even able to stay for a breath.

At the Martial Saint realm, the power of the flames of blood and qi against magical intent is terrifying, far exceeding that of a Grandmaster of Martial Arts by ten or even a hundred times.

In the instant the golden sword shattered, Yang Wanxiu struck forward with both palms like a whirlwind, his palms shimmering with brilliant golden light.

In an instant, countless palm shadows floated up and down in front of him, weaving into a large net.

Eighteen giant axes slashed down on the large net, and the giant axe warriors felt an overwhelming force strike them, directly knocking their axes away.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Wanxiu used some kind of lightness skill, and suddenly started running left and right at an even faster speed. In an instant, he left more than a dozen afterimages, as if a human wall had appeared.

"die!"

clap clap clap!
With several muffled, thunderous thuds, six giant axe warriors were struck hard and sent flying backward.

Their armor was shattered by the force attached to Yang Wanxiu's palm, and irregular pieces of broken armor were visibly flying everywhere.

Even more terrifying was that the force of this palm strike penetrated through their armor and entered their bodies, shattering the sternums of these six men and causing their chests to visibly cave in.

After flying dozens of steps, the six people crashed to the ground one after another, smashing the bluestone slabs at the point of impact to pieces. They then rolled several times before finally regaining their footing.

Han Qing glanced around and saw that all six people were dead, with no breath left.

Their bodies had become deformed, blood was flowing from their eyes, noses, and mouths, and their internal organs had been shattered into a bloody mess.

Chen Ming and the others were filled with fear, thinking to themselves that he truly deserved to be called a Martial Saint. Every punch and palm strike had such terrifying destructive power, like an ancient ferocious beast that was impossible to defeat.

They had originally planned to join forces to kill Yang Wanxiu, but now they had given up on that idea.

A martial arts grandmaster of average skill would be utterly powerless against a martial saint.

The remaining giant axe warriors, who were not attacked by Yang Wanxiu immediately and narrowly escaped death, were also terrified and retreated rapidly.

Yang Wanxiu suddenly stopped, his afterimages vanished, and he let out a dry laugh like that of a night owl.

"Young Master Han, how could you possibly imagine the might of the Martial Saint? Surrender now, or I will personally capture you and break your limbs, so you can experience what it means to wish you were dead."

Han Qing sneered: "Don't be so smug, you old dog. This battle is far from over."

As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of light flew out from Han Qing's arms, drawing an arc in the air before shooting straight toward Yang Wanxiu at an extremely fast speed.

Several top cultivators in the arena also made their moves simultaneously. Cheng Xuanji, Chen Ming, Long Xiuming, and others all used their magical powers to control their flying swords and stab Yang Wanxiu from different angles.

Seeing Yang Wanxiu's ferocious close-combat performance, everyone present, including Han Qing, gave up the idea of ​​competing with him in martial arts.

In a life-or-death struggle, one must know how to play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses. No matter how confident Han Qing was in his close combat abilities, he was not so arrogant as to confront the Martial Saint head-on.

"Little tricks!"

When Yang Wanxiu saw the flying shuttle and the three flying swords, a disdainful smile appeared on his face again.

He suddenly took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging slightly, and with a sudden shout, a violent wave of air mixed with a huge sound wave surged forward.

"Break!"

Chen Ming and Long Xiuming's flying swords couldn't withstand the roar and suddenly lost power, circling and falling to the ground.

Both of them changed their expressions slightly. The moment the roar erupted, they felt the remaining magical energy within the flying sword instantly dissipate, and the connection between the flying sword and their bodies was also directly severed.

Not only that, the angry roar swept in all directions like a tidal wave, pouring into the ears of many soldiers, causing hundreds of them to faint directly. Many of them even bled from all seven orifices and died suddenly.

"The roar of the Martial Saint is indeed terrifying!" Lin Yueqiu swayed slightly, his brain throbbing as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Han Qing's expression was also solemn, his gaze cold. His Star Shuttle was also trembling violently, as if it were being constantly impacted by a giant wave, and the remaining magical energy within it was being rapidly consumed.

He knew that this was because the roar contained the true essence of martial arts, which could break all secret techniques of the soul.

Chen Ming and Long Xiuming's Dharma Sense realm was only at the Integration Realm, so they couldn't withstand the impact of this martial arts true intent. However, he and Cheng Xuanji's Dharma Sense was much stronger, so although they also suffered a great impact, they ultimately withstood it.

When the roar subsided, the Star Shuttle stopped vibrating and once again pierced towards Yang Wanxiu's brow, but at a much slower speed, posing little threat to him.

Yang Wanxiu raised his hand and slapped the Star Shuttle away in mid-air. Then he flicked his finger and sent an iron bead flying from his fingertip, knocking Cheng Xuanji's flying sword down from the air.

"It's time to finish."

In that instant, Yang Wanxiu suddenly exerted force with both legs, stomped heavily on the ground, and transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight towards Han Qing.

"You old thief, stop your insolence!"

A clear shout echoed out as the Nine Elders of the Crimson Dragon charged out from behind Han Qing, spear in hand, straight at Yang Wanxiu.

The nine people stood in a formation resembling an arrowhead, with Yan Chilong at the head and the other eight divided into two teams of four, positioned on the left and right sides respectively.

The energy flowed among the nine people and converged on Yan Chilong at the front, greatly increasing his combat power.

"Go to hell!!"

Yan Chilong thrust forward with his spear at incredible speed, the cold light flashing like a giant net that enveloped Yang Wanxiu, blocking his escape routes in all directions.

Yang Wanxiu frowned. For the first time, he felt a faint sense of crisis. These nine people gave him a feeling of being one, and the aura of the person at the front was constantly rising, and he was already on par with him.

The two immediately clashed, and Yang Wanxiu still unleashed a set of exquisite palm techniques to meet Yan Chilong's spear.

In an instant, the spear and the palm collided dozens of times, and the two terrifying forces clashed with each other, resulting in a momentary stalemate.

Yang Wanxiu let out another dry laugh: "Interesting! Nine martial arts grandmasters, by combining their strength using the secret techniques of the Martial Arts, can indeed hold me off for a while, but that's all. They won't last long. If that's all you're relying on, then you still won't escape my grasp today!"

Yan Chilong's expression was solemn. During the fierce clash, he could feel his internal strength and stamina being rapidly depleted.

The pressure from Yang Wanxiu was increasing. He could feel that he couldn't hold on for much longer. Maybe half a quarter of an hour, maybe ten more breaths, and this stalemate would be broken, and the nine of them would be defeated.

The Martial Saint's combat power is still too strong. The nine of them can only maneuver around him, but in a real life-or-death battle, they are still no match for him.

At this critical moment, a large number of golden runes suddenly flew out from Cheng Xuanji's body, condensing into a precious mirror above his head. A beam of white light shot out from the mirror, suddenly enveloping Yang Wanxiu.

Yang Wanxiu suddenly felt that the flow of time in this world had slowed down, and Yan Chilong's movements in front of him also became extremely slow.

"not good!"

He was well-informed and immediately realized that it wasn't that time was slowing down, but rather that his own senses were becoming dulled.

In a duel between experts, such a situation is extremely dangerous, as it can lead to a wrong judgment, and even a momentary one can be fatal.

He immediately stepped back, but he was still a step too slow.

Yan Chilong suddenly realized that Yang Wanxiu's palms missed several times in a row. In an instant, the pressure on him was greatly reduced, and he even found Yang Wanxiu's weakness.

"Crimson Dragon Thorn!"

He suddenly thrust his spear forward, channeling all his strength into the spear. The spearhead gleamed with light, carrying a terrifying force as it pierced fiercely towards Yang Wanxiu's chest.

At this moment, Yang Wanxiu dodged backward, but the spear had already broken through his protective force and pierced into his chest.

Feeling a sharp pain in his chest, Yang Wanxiu roared, the sound waves sweeping in all directions, directly shattering the precious mirror suspended in the air, and the world in his eyes returned to normal.

At this moment, the spear had penetrated an inch into his chest. Yang Wanxiu grabbed the spear with lightning speed with his left hand, and a tremendous force held it firmly in place, making it difficult for the spear to penetrate further. He then struck out with his right hand at Yan Chilong in front of him.

Yan Chilong found that the spear could not penetrate deeply, so he had no choice but to abandon the attack, and retreated to avoid Yang Wanxiu's palm strike.

The two figures suddenly separated, and a spurt of blood gushed from Yang Wanxiu's chest.

He steadied himself, and when he saw the wound on his left chest, his face darkened.

The wound didn't affect him much. The Martial Saint's body had unimaginable self-healing ability. Even if he lost an arm, it could grow back given enough time.

The wound looked deep, but within three to five breaths it stopped bleeding and began to heal rapidly at a visible speed.

"He's injured!" Yan Chilong shouted, thrusting his spear forward and charging towards Yang Wanxiu once again.

He didn't want to give Yang Wanxiu any time to catch his breath. The others nearby also saw the bloodstains on Yang Wanxiu's chest and took action.

A divine image appeared above the heads of Long Xiuming and Chen Ming, and Yan Chilong followed closely behind, rushing towards Yang Wanxiu from the left and right.

Lin Yueqiu and the others from Nan Jinbei did not know magic and still dared not approach this person, but they were not entirely inactive. They silently dispersed and subtly surrounded Yang Wanxiu.

Once Yang Wanxiu shows signs of weakness, the crowd will immediately swarm him and kill him.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wanxiu let out another extremely unpleasant dry laugh.

"Interesting! It's a great disgrace that I, an old man, would be injured here!"

He suddenly struck forward with both palms as fiercely as a storm, emanating a vast martial arts essence from his body.

This true meaning is invisible to the naked eye, but can be seen only by the Dharma eye; it is like a towering white wave surging forward.

The two statues were hit simultaneously and struggled to maintain their balance amidst the white waves. The magical power contained within them was continuously depleted, and the statues were rapidly fading.

"not good!"

Both of them had a slight change in expression. It was like a momentary shattering, completely unable to withstand this surging and burgeoning martial arts essence.

Yan Chilong, who was charging ahead, also felt an invisible aura surging towards him, which made him feel a sense of fear rise in his heart.

The true meaning of martial arts does not harm the human body; it specifically suppresses the mind and spirit. Therefore, Yan Chilong did not suffer any substantial harm.

He charged towards Yang Wanxiu, fueled by this overwhelming true intent, and thrust his spear repeatedly.

Yang Wanxiu retaliated with a palm strike, and the two once again engaged in fierce close combat.

Cheng Xuanji's expression was solemn. Under his divine eye, he saw white waves constantly floating around Yang Wanxiu within a certain range.

He constantly exudes this martial arts essence, and any thought that enters the area covered by this essence will quickly dissipate.

"What an amazing Martial Saint! His body is protected by the true essence of martial arts, making him virtually invulnerable to all magic!" he exclaimed.

"Young master, if you have no other means, I suggest you leave now. We can join forces to hold him off while you head to the Yinshan camp. No matter how audacious this man is, he won't dare to kill anyone at the Yinshan camp!" Lin Yueqiu said in a low voice.

The situation has become extremely serious, although it seems that Yan Chilong and Yang Wanxiu are still in a stalemate.

However, a Martial Saint's physique is far superior to that of a Grandmaster. He possesses greater endurance and stamina, thus having a stronger ability to sustain combat. In other words, unless Yan Chilong can find an opening and suddenly severely injure Yang Wanxiu, continuing the fight will inevitably lead to defeat. Cheng Xuanji also said, "Young Master, I agree with Lin Yueqiu's words. Let's leave here first. With your talent, I believe you will become a Martial Saint soon, and killing this person will not be difficult!"

Han Qing stared at Yang Wanxiu and said coldly, "It's not time yet. Although this old thief has plenty of stamina, his martial arts essence is limited. How can he keep releasing it outwards? I predict that his essence will soon be exhausted!"

He had seen records of the true meaning of martial arts in the martial arts practice notes of many people.

This ethereal thing is not inexhaustible even for a martial saint, just like a person's essence, energy, and spirit, which are constantly being consumed.

Even a Martial Saint cannot release the true essence of martial arts for long; it will soon be exhausted.

He was waiting, waiting for the thief to exhaust his martial arts essence before delivering a fierce blow.

However, this behavior involves a gamble. If Yan Chilong is defeated before the old thief exhausts his martial arts essence, the situation will be extremely dangerous, and he may have to face this powerful martial saint directly.

But Han Qing was unwilling to leave like this. He had worked so hard to gather such a large group of loyal followers. If he ran away, he was afraid that this old villain would kill them all.

Just then, the situation suddenly changed again.

Yang Wanxiu suddenly erupted, knocking Yan Chilong back with a single palm strike. The martial arts essence floating around him suddenly dissipated and was drawn back into his body. Then, he suddenly abandoned Yan Chilong and rushed towards Han Qing, who was not far away.

"Protect the young master!"

Lin Yueqiu shouted loudly, adopting a fearless stance to block Yang Wanxiu.

Han Qing suddenly appeared at the front of the crowd and shouted loudly, "Don't go to your deaths, get out of the way!"

His tone was very firm, and Lin Yueqiu and the others did not dare to hesitate. They stopped and dispersed to both sides.

The next instant, a cold wind swept around Han Qing, and suddenly wisps of malevolent energy appeared, quickly condensing into a malevolent domain.

Within the evil domain, thousands of Yin soldiers suddenly appeared, with Han Qing in the center and a tall, black-armored statue above his head.

Cheng Xuanji and the others were shocked to see this scene. They had all heard that a military strategist could form an army on their own, but they had never had the chance to see it. This was because there were very few military strategists at the high level, and they rarely saw them fight against other strategists. Today was the first time they had ever seen such a thing.

The feeling of an army suddenly appearing before your eyes in an instant is extremely shocking.

Yang Wanxiu's expression also changed when he saw this scene.

"A twenty-year-old cultivator at the Body Refinement Realm, in all my years of life, I have never seen such a monstrous martial arts prodigy as you. I absolutely cannot let you live today."

He suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Han Qing at an even faster speed.

Han Qing looked at Yang Wanxiu, who was rapidly approaching, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Old thief, I suppose you have exhausted your martial arts essence. In this state, you are no match for me."

When facing a cultivator of spirit, the Martial Saint's greatest reliance is the true meaning of martial arts.

Yang Wanxiu suddenly rushed into the evil domain, charging through the thousands of Yin soldiers with an extremely domineering attitude, heading straight for Han Qing.

"So what if you don't have the true essence of martial arts? It's still as easy for me to kill you. These thousands of Yin soldiers may look powerful, but they can't stop me."

"is it?"

Suddenly, divine talismans flew out from Han Qing's body and condensed into a thick, precious mirror above his head.

"This trick again?" Yang Wanxiu frowned, then realized something was wrong, because the mirror was emitting a bloody light, giving him a completely different feeling.

Cheng Xuanji also saw this blood-red mirror, which looked very similar to his Divine Light Mirror Technique, but there were also many differences.

"Could it be that Han Qing also knows a spell, similar to the Divine Light Mirror Technique?"

A moment of confusion flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it further because another change occurred.

Within the evil domain, the Yin soldiers suddenly shattered, transforming into wisps of black energy that soared upwards and merged into the blood-red mirror, making it even more solid.

In an instant, an eerie blood-red light emanated from the mirror, illuminating the entire evil domain and causing it to boil over. Strands of evil energy surged and frantically invaded Yang Wanxiu's body.

Yang Wanxiu frowned; he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"This kid is a bit strange; we need to finish this quickly!"

With this in mind, Yang Wanxiu unleashed even greater power and speed, charging straight at Han Qing.

Han Qing drew his sword and began practicing the Cloud-Leaving Illusionary Wind Blade technique simultaneously with the black-armored statue above his head.

His sword-wielding speed was initially slow, but gradually increased, and he and the image quickly became one, unleashing an astonishing aura.

As Yang Wanxiu charged toward Han Qing, a bright beam of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the precious mirror above his head, instantly enveloping Yang Wanxiu.

The world before Yang Wanxiu suddenly slowed down drastically. Not only that, he also felt a tearing pain in his brain, and all five senses were rapidly weakening.

"Oh no! This blood-red light is burning my soul!"

Even martial saints have souls. Every human has a soul, but the souls of ordinary people are extremely weak, unable to leave the body, and unable to affect reality.

Once the soul energy is completely burned away, even the strongest martial artist will die.

At this moment, this burst of blood light broke through the protection of the flames of blood and qi within his body, and was burning his soul energy.

Yang Wanxiu's five senses were instantly confused. For the first time, he felt that the situation was developing in a direction beyond his control.

"How can this child possess such powerful magic? How could I, a Martial Saint, suffer such severe damage?"

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Wanxiu's mind, but he instinctively judged that he could no longer rush forward, so he quickly retreated.

But to his surprise, Yan Chilong pounced on him from behind.

On the other side, Han Qing also made his move. The black-armored statue brandished its battle blade and unleashed the Cloud-Leaving Illusionary Wind Blade. The blade flashed like a shadow and directly engulfed him.

They were in front, with Yan Chilong behind them. The former held a knife, and the latter held a gun. Both of them launched an extremely fierce attack on Yang Wanxiu.

Yang Wanxiu had powerful energy protecting his body, but he still couldn't withstand the combined attack of the human figures.

But the protective force around his body weakened rapidly and eventually collapsed.

Han Qing strode forward, and a considerable number of Yin soldiers in the evil domain transformed into a stream of evil energy, merging with Han Qing's body and condensing into a black battle armor.

This is a special ability of the military strategist's possession realm. The Yin soldiers can transform into evil armor and be applied to anyone in the evil domain, greatly increasing their physical strength.

At that moment, Han Qing felt a surge of immense power within his body. He suddenly lunged forward, raised his hand, and with a single stroke, severed Yang Wanxiu's left arm in mid-air.

Yang Wanxiu let out a muffled groan, suddenly realizing that he was in dire straits.

He let out a low growl and slammed his hand heavily on his left shoulder, causing a burst of blood mist to erupt from his arm and envelop his body.

The blood mist actually dispelled the surrounding malevolent energy and also blocked the bloody light overhead, allowing Yang Wanxiu to regain his senses.

The blood of a martial saint contains a powerful martial arts essence; any magical thoughts or illusory objects that touch it will immediately dissipate.

Protected by the blood mist, Yang Wanxiu finally broke free from the influence of the Divine Mirror Technique. The world before him returned to normal, and the people around him no longer moved as slowly as before.

"go!"

Feeling the excruciating pain in his arm, he felt a sense of fear for the first time.

The situation had completely spiraled out of his control, and he had a strong premonition that if he stayed any longer, he might die here.

So when Han Qing and Yan Chilong attacked again, Yang Wanxiu did not hesitate. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and rushed out of the evil domain.

"Old thief, you were so arrogant just now, how come you're running away like a stray dog ​​now? If you have the guts, stay here and let me see what else the Martial Saint can do!" Han Qing laughed loudly.

He didn't stop him, because he couldn't. Yang Wanxiu was running too fast and his movements were too agile and unpredictable. He was probably the only one present who could keep up with him.

However, he dared not pursue alone. Although the old thief had lost an arm and his martial arts essence had been almost completely depleted, there was no guarantee that he might have some trump cards up his sleeve. If he chased after him and was killed instead, it would be a great loss.

Yan Chilong did not pursue. After a series of fierce battles, he was already at his limit. Although he still seemed to have the strength to fight, in reality, a large part of his physical strength and power had been consumed, to the point that he was sweating and his steps were unsteady.

He was secretly relieved that Yang Wanxiu had run away out of fear; if the fight had continued, he would not have been able to hold on much longer.

Upon hearing Han Qing's words, Yang Wanxiu felt a surge of intense anger. Being humiliated by a junior like this, he felt his dignity being trampled upon, yet he was powerless to refute it, because it was the truth—Han Qing had severed his arm.

"Han Qing, I did underestimate you, but don't be so smug. This is just the beginning. You won't be laughing anymore soon!"

Yang Wanxiu left these words behind and immediately took flight, soaring and landing on the rooftops of many houses in the camp before disappearing into the distance in an instant.

Although there were many soldiers in the camp, they couldn't even see his shadow, so there was no way to stop him.

Once Yang Wanxiu had completely left, everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, and the oppressive atmosphere eased slightly.

"They actually won?"

Lin Yueqiu glanced at the severed arm on the ground, her expression dazed, a sense of disbelief washing over her.

In his mind, martial saints were all high above, standing on the clouds, invincible beings. He never expected that a martial saint would be defeated head-on today, which greatly shocked him, as if he were dreaming.

The others around them were the same; they all stood still, silent, their hearts churning with turmoil.

Han Qing relaxed completely, glanced around, stepped forward, picked up the fallen Martial Saint's severed arm, and still held the precious pearl in his palm.

The moment the arm hit the ground, the white light surrounding them vanished instantly, revealing everything in the courtyard.

In an instant, the camp was thrown into chaos as numerous soldiers rushed towards the scene.

Han Qing's gaze swept over everyone present, noticing their dazed expressions. He weighed the arm in his hand and sneered, "In your hearts, the Martial Saint must be invincible. But now? I've said it before, so what if he's the Martial Saint? There's no one in this world who is invincible. Today, I'll lead you to sever his arm, and before long, I'll personally cut off his head!"

Han Qing's words were powerful and confident, radiating an extremely flamboyant aura.

Lin Yueqiu and the others snapped out of their daze, and their respect for Han Qing grew even stronger.

Han Qing casually tossed the arm aside and said loudly, "Lin Yueqiu, Bai Yunfei, I'm leaving this to you."

"Yes!"

The courtyard was in a mess, and a large number of soldiers were running around. Various sounds were mixed together, and the situation seemed somewhat chaotic.

Although Han Qing was not seriously injured, he was under tremendous pressure and his mind was constantly tense. Now that he had relaxed, he felt extremely tired, so he simply handed the mess over to Lin Yueqiu and the other person to deal with.

He then walked alone into his room, intending to rest and recuperate.

Watching Han Qing's retreating figure, Cheng Xuanji couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master is truly a divine being! He is an unparalleled genius I have never seen before!"

“Indeed, looking across the world, I don’t think anyone in the younger generation can compare to you, young master. However, the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. Your outstanding performance will inevitably attract many enemies who are eyeing you. No one wants to see such a peerless genius continue to grow.” Lin Yueqiu murmured.

“Yes, you’re right. But everything has its pros and cons. I believe you can handle this situation, young master.” Cheng Xuanji nodded.

Return to the room.

Han Qing sat alone in the chair, slowly rubbing her temples.

He felt a throbbing pain in his head, and his five senses became somewhat blurred, which were signs of excessive consumption of his spiritual power.

Although they defeated Yang Wanxiu in this battle, it was extremely dangerous.

He used almost all his strength, and the final Divine Mirror Technique exhausted all the magical power in his spirit temple; otherwise, it would have been impossible for it to have such a great impact on the Martial Saint.

"The Martial Saint is truly terrifying. If it weren't for the help of so many people, if I hadn't entered the Body Possession Realm, and if I hadn't pushed the Divine Fiend Mirror Technique to its limit, I would most likely have been captured and killed by him in this battle."

"However, there are no 'ifs,' a win is a win."

"This matter is not over yet. I have exposed all my strength to Yang Wanxiu. If this person spreads the news, it will definitely cause a huge shock. I don't know how many people will be watching me, and I don't know how many ambushes will follow. This is a huge problem."

The saying goes, "It's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you." Han Qing frowned slightly as he paced around the room.

"The best solution is to kill this old dog!"

Han Qing had a bold plan in mind. He knew that Yang Wanxiu and a large group of Luo and Han family martial artists had been staying at Ronghu Manor in Taiyang City. Now that the old thief was injured, he was likely to return to this place. He decided to lead his men to take the initiative and perhaps have the opportunity to wipe out this man and the experts from the Han and Luo families in one fell swoop.

In this way, the news didn't get out, and there shouldn't be too much trouble afterward.

With this in mind, Han Qing got up and went outside, saying loudly, "Elder Yan, the nine of you will come with me again!"

...

in the night.

A figure sprinted through the mountains and forests until the Tiger Might camp was no longer in sight, at which point the figure stopped.

Yang Wanxiu flew down and sat cross-legged on a large rock, his face gloomy.

The pain in his left arm surged like waves, one after another.

However, the Martial Saint's physical recovery ability was extraordinary; the flesh at the wound was writhing and the bleeding had stopped.

"It will take at least a month or two for this arm to grow back. During this time, I must not make a move again," Yang Wanxiu whispered.

Recalling the scenes of the battle just now, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fear.

"This boy is too terrifying. At such a young age, he already has such combat power. Even the patriarch in his youth could not compare to him. We cannot let him live, we absolutely cannot let him live!"

Yang Wanxiu hesitated for a moment, then leaped into the air, but did not head towards the Ronghu Villa.

For a martial saint like him to have his arm severed by a junior would be incredibly shameful if word got out, and he didn't want the people of the North to know.

(End of this chapter)