Liu Jingtian raised his arm to call for a halt. The large army behind him followed suit, and stopped in their tracks as they eyed the situation critically.
He didn’t want to be rash and simply react on impulse. He had to see if the other party was really battling or not. In the worst possible scenario, they might even team up against him and eliminate his troops.
Keeping watch on both his front and rear, Zhang Decheng was trying to spot if there was a hidden ambush. Then, he turned around and shouted "Yang Qing, how dare you involve outsiders in the affairs of Suppressing Second Hall!?"
Yang Qing outright ignored him. He led his troops over as they continued to charge towards Zhang Decheng with a fervent intensity.
Zhang Decheng raised his arm and gestured ahead with his finger. Following which, the green-glowing treasured sword around his waist flew out of its sheath and soared through the skies, slashing towards the oncoming Yang Qing.
A green sheen enveloped the long spear in Yang Qing’s hands—‘BANG!’—he raised his spear to quickly knock the green-glowing treasured sword flying.
He was not Miao Yi. A mere second grade transcendent artifact wouldn’t find it so easy to kill him.
The treasured sword slid back into the sheath by Zhang Decheng’s waist. Zhang Decheng instantly brought his steed into a charge as a green light enveloped his long spear with a hum—he crashed right into Yang Qing.
‘BOOM!’
A thunderous boom resounded. From where the two were clashing with each other as the center, transcendence energy rolled out in waves, sweeping up dust and rubble as the land sank in.
The two Manor Heads fiercely battled as sand and rocks continued to be swept upwards. Normal men would find it hard to even get near the two of them.
Occasionally, the treasured sword by Zhang Decheng’s waist would launch sneak attacks. In return, two illusory beasts would erupt out of Yang Qing’s shoulders, protecting his sides and blocking the flying sword.
Even though the both of them had second grade transcendent artifacts, there was a difference in their constitutions, which resulted in a contrast on how transcendence energy could be channeled between the two cultivators. Zhang Decheng’s flying sword could kill from a distance, whereas Yang Qing’s artifact could only engage in close combat.
This was the greatest difference between White Crystals, Black Crystals and Gold Crystals. Zhang Decheng’s second grade transcendent artifact could be called a mid-grade among second grades, whereas Yang Qing’s would be low-grade.
Yet, Yang Qing possessed three while Zhang Decheng had two; the difference between the two was minimal at best.
However, those who had a discerning eye would be able to see that Yang Qing was falling behind slightly. If the situation persisted, Yang Qing would lose.
Moreover at this moment, Yang Qing had to take the lead in the attack. For one, it raised the troop’s morale; for another, he was the only one capable of facing Zhang Decheng on their side. If he didn’t face him, his subordinates would not be able to stop Zhang Decheng from starting a massacre.
Those who wish to have great accomplishments must shoulder a certain degree of responsibility, and be willing to take risks. If he was like the Transient Light Cave’s previous Cave Master Yuan Zhengkun, and tossed his subordinates aside so he could escape, then Yang Qing wouldn’t have as many accomplishments as he did now.
Another important point was that if he stood by the sides and watched the excitement unfold, how could he expect Liu Jingtian to easily be moved?
Zhang Decheng’s troops stood their ground and went on the defensive. One side faced the front, while the other faced the rear.
Yang Qing’s troops that had approached from the front, instantly broke past Zhang Decheng’s defenses. From their rear, Xiong Xiao and his troops were also charging at them ferociously.
Relying on the edge he had from Charcoal’s leg strength and his battle armor, Miao Yi picked up the pace and rushed in front of Qin Weiwei. Even if he had any bias towards Qin Weiwei, at least for the time being, he had to put his grudges aside. He could not let any harm come to Qin Weiwei on account of giving Yang Qing face.
Gongsun Yu and company had already seen the destructive might of Miao Yi’s charge, so they immediately understood the idea and followed behind him.
Staring at Miao Yi’s back as he gallantly rushed forward, Qin Weiwei bit her lips; she had no choice but to follow his plan and maintained their charging formation.
Waves of dragon roars erupted as the cold light of the Inversed-Scales Spear flickered. This spear was best used in chaotic battles; it was able to distract the enemy into thinking there was an attack coming from the sides, when it was actually a spear strike from the front aiming to burst their skulls.
With the Inversed-Scales Spear in his hand, Miao Yi created a path of blood as five-six men fell to his spear in an instant. He led his team like a sharp knife that viciously drove itself deep into the enemy camp. They charged their way in and killed anyone they passed. They didn’t stop, nor did they engage themselves with any experts.
Booms continued to thunder across the entire battlefield as transcendence energies rolled out in chaos. If Miao Yi were to use his tiny mantids here, they would probably be crushed from the waves of transcendence energy as soon as they were summoned.
Both sides had fallen men and steeds. The dragon steeds neighed in agony as they fell to the ground; cultivators screamed in despair as their blood and flesh were ripped apart.
This was true carnage, not some pretense of a battle. Liu Jingtian, who had been spectating the battle from behind, no longer had any doubts. ‘Why not take advantage of this situation when I can?’ he thought, as he chuckled. The long spear in his hand emitted a green sheen as he stabbed it ahead and furiously bellowed, "Zhang Decheng! Your life is mine! Slaughter them, men!"
As he charged into the fray, how could Zhang Decheng’s subordinates stop him? They were all sent flying, and their steeds were knocked over. Like a line slicing straight through the waves, crowds of men and dragon steeds alike fell on either sides as he charged his way directly through their battle formation, and rushed to join Yang Qing in battle with Zhang Decheng.
Furthermore, the men behind Liu Jingtian pushed forward in a wave, facing Zhang Decheng’s troops in a bloody combat.
A single Yang Qing was already difficult enough to deal with; now there was another Liu Jingtian butting in. Zhang Decheng’s eyes almost burst open after he took a moment to turn around and look. He knocked Yang Qing back with a fierce strike of his spear, then quickly turned to the side and started running. He could no longer be bothered if there was an ambush or not from the sides. As he ran, he shouted, "RETREAT! Follow me and retreat!"
"Zhang Decheng! Where do you think you’re going!?" Yang Qing bellowed as he chased relentlessly.
"Thief Zhang, don’t run!" Liu Jingtian had broken through the battle formations, and was already chasing after him in a frenzy as the treasured sword on his back slipped out of its sheath—it was also a green-glowing treasured sword, and the flying sword slashed at Zhang Decheng ferociously.
The treasured sword by Zhang Decheng’s waist immediately shot out. ‘CLANG!’ After blocking a strike, the two flying swords both flipped over and flew back.
Since things had already escalated this far, how could Yang Qing just let him leave? He tucked the long spear in his hand back into his storage ring, and drew a longbow. He pulled ten long arrows and nocked them; imbued them with his transcendence energy, and released!
Qin Weiwei’s skills were taught by him. So what Qin Weiwei could do, there was no reason Yang Qing could not—he could only be better.
Whizzing noises broke out as ten arrows were swiftly shot in rapid succession. They weren’t aimed at his person, but rather at Zhang Decheng’s dragon steed. Furthermore, they were only targeting the dragon steed’s rear hooves.
There was a reason behind this, Yang Qing knew it would be difficult to snipe Zhang Decheng himself due to his cultivation.
Zhang Decheng immediately began to panic and quickly swung his spear to block the arrows. His speed was considerably fast, knocking away a few arrows successively. However, Yang Qing’s sniping angle was truly too cunning.
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