The Strange Flame Rekindles in Battle Through the Heavens

Chapter 101: Over 10,000 Slaughtered

In this deep and solemn canyon, the sky is a deep black, dotted with stars, as if they were scattered under the night sky.

On either side of the Grand Canyon, towering peaks rise into the clouds like two eternal guardians, silently watching over everything within the canyon.

In the center of the canyon, a lone figure stood—it was Xiao Yan. His gaze was firm and profound, and he showed no fear as he faced the surging iron cavalry before him.

The cavalry, clad in heavy armor and wielding gleaming weapons, charged toward Xiao Yan.

As the iron cavalry approached, the sound of clashing metal echoed through the canyon, sparks flying everywhere. Yet, amidst this fierce battle, Xiao Yan stood like a mountain, unyielding to the wind and rain.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The sounds of battle, the roar of iron cavalry, the cold glint of spears... all the sounds and images were frozen in that instant.

Only Xiao Yan's figure kept moving, his fighting spirit constantly erupting, and every move he made could directly take the life of a cavalryman.

Suddenly, a ray of dawn broke through the east, and the sky turned a pale, fish-belly white. This light spilled into the canyon and fell upon Xiao Yan. His figure appeared even taller in the sunlight, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

The last cavalryman fell under Xiao Yan's iron fist, panting heavily, his body almost collapsing to the ground. Yet, he stood strong, letting out a long roar that echoed through the canyon.

Xiao Yan's long roar shook the entire world and the hearts of everyone present. They were all deeply moved, unable to believe that this young man possessed such an incredibly strong will.

The relentless onslaught of cavalry for three days and three nights failed to break the young man; instead, he grew stronger with each battle, and the aura emanating from him instilled immense fear in all who beheld him.

"Come on! Don't dare to anymore?" A hoarse voice echoed through the blood-stained canyon.

At this moment, Xiao Yan gripped a long spear tightly with both hands. His lips were chapped, his skin was dry, his eyes were sunken, his spirit was low, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment.

He was left with only a cloth to cover his body, and there was no part of his body that was intact. His whole body was covered with gunshot wounds, and the wounds were still bleeding. Blood flowed down his cheeks, making him look horrifying.

Although Xiao Yan's physical defense was astonishing, some of the cavalrymen who surrounded him were close to the Dou Shi level. It was only because these people used Dou Techniques that Xiao Yan was injured.

Although these people make up a small percentage, if even one out of every hundred of them is wounded, Xiao Yan would have at least a hundred wounds, since he has already killed tens of thousands of people.

Tens of thousands of corpses piled up in the canyon, forming a horrifying sight. The once mighty cavalrymen could only lie helplessly on the ground, their armor stained with blood and dirt, their weapons scattered everywhere.

The canyon floor was stained red with blood, and the stench of blood filled the air, making people nauseous.

The canyon was filled with the aura of death, as if even the air itself had frozen. Xiao Yan stood there silently, as if awaiting his final judgment.

Because Xiao Yan had not drunk a drop of water for three hours, the wine in the pot had long been drunk up, and all the things in his body that could quench his thirst had been exhausted.

No matter how powerful Xiao Yan is, or how fast his body or fighting spirit recovers, without the nourishment of water, his body is like a stagnant pool, unable to sustain him in the fight.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who had completely lost his fighting ability, the people surrounding him in the canyon breathed a sigh of relief. The shock that Xiao Yan had brought them was simply too great.

They had heard of one person slaughtering ten thousand, but that person was a Dou Huang powerhouse. Dou Huang powerhouses control the power of heaven and earth, killing people is effortless, like harvesting wheat.

It's simply unbelievable that Xiao Yan, a mere Dou Zhe, could achieve this level of skill.

"It's finally over! This scene will probably be etched in my heart forever! Even though this man named Nie Feng is dead, his legend will continue to live on!" This was the sentiment of everyone present. At this moment, Xiao Yan was no longer just a human being in their hearts, but a god of war.

"Princess, Nie Feng has completely lost his fighting ability. Should I bring him up?" Liang Ye exhaled a breath of turbid air, hoping that this breath could take away the shock that Xiao Yan had brought him these past few days.

"No need, take me down! I want to subdue him myself!" Yao Ye said calmly.

"Isn't this a bit dangerous?" Liang Ye asked, frowning. The image of Xiao Yan slaughtering those iron cavalry was still echoing in his mind, and Yao Ye had only just entered the Dou Shi realm. If Xiao Yan suddenly attacked, it would be troublesome.

"Hehe, do you think I, a Dou Shi, am afraid of him? Besides, isn't this you here? If I didn't dare to see Xiao Yan even with a Dou Ling level expert like you here, how could I possibly subdue him!" Yao Ye smiled.

The moment of reaping the rewards had finally arrived, so Yao Ye was in a good mood. Although he had lost more than 10,000 cavalrymen, it was all worth it.

Yao Ye and Liang Ye each landed on a small flying magical beast, but the ground was covered with corpses.

Both Yao Ye and Liang Ye were seasoned veterans; the corpses on the ground only made them feel uncomfortable.

After seeing Princess Yaoye dismount, Mulu and his deputy general naturally did not stay in place. After dismounting, they also walked towards Xiao Yan's direction.

After dismounting, the two walked along the path paved with corpses to Xiao Yan's side.

Xiao Yan looked at the two approaching figures, opened his mouth as if to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word. His body was severely dehydrated, his tongue was extremely dry, and he was unable to speak normally.

"Mr. Nie Feng, why are you doing this? Wouldn't it be better to just surrender obediently?" Yao Ye said with a smile as she looked at Xiao Yan.

"I almost forgot, Mr. Nie Feng seems to be too thirsty to speak right now. This is the wine I gave you back then. Would you like some?" Yao Ye took out a bottle of wine from her storage ring that was exactly the same as the one Xiao Yan had drunk before and waved it in front of Xiao Yan.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Xiao Yan was like an addict encountering drugs. He stared at the wine in Yao Ye's hand, his eyes shining, swallowing his saliva incessantly, and his whole body began to move out of control.

Xiao Yan's body began to move involuntarily toward Yao Ye, and even his breathing became rapid. At this moment, Xiao Yan had long forgotten who he was; he only knew that he wanted to drink, so he swallowed all the wine in Yao Ye's hand.

Seeing Xiao Yan like this, Yao Ye felt even happier, because everything was exactly as she had imagined; Xiao Yan had become a lapdog. Yao Ye felt that even if she asked Xiao Yan to wag his tail, he would do so without hesitation.

Liang Ye, standing behind Yao Ye, noticed that Xiao Yan's eyes had lost their focus, as if he had lost his soul. At this moment, he finally understood what methods Yao Ye had used to subdue Xiao Yan, because he had been by Yao Ye's side for a long time and had naturally seen those who were controlled by Yao Ye like puppets.

Even the most determined person will lose their mind and become an obedient dog once they are addicted to drugs, doing whatever they are told and living without any dignity.

(End of this chapter)