Chapter 8

Ji Qianqing held a crimson long sword in her hand, and the strength of a Ninth Heaven powerhouse finally began to show. In front of the three-zhang-tall gold-eating giant ape, she seemed like a small beast, as if the giant ape could crush her with a single step.

However, an extremely terrifying sword aura erupted from the crimson long sword in Ji Qianqing's hand. The sword aura condensed into a two-zhang-long giant sword. Every time Ji Qianqing dodged the fierce attacks of the gold-eating giant ape, she leaped high and swung her sword, leaving a bloody wound on the giant ape.

Ji Xia was struggling to fend off the attacks of the pigeon dogs while marveling at Ji Qianqing's incredible combat ability.

"Is this the strength of a Ninth Heaven powerhouse, about to ascend to the Divine Ability Realm?"

Ji Xia tightly gripped the sword of vengeance, Flamberge, and a burning excitement flowed through his heart.

"A single sword can split hard iron and stone, and a single punch can shatter the mace in the hands of those vicious dogs. Such powerful strength only existed in movies in my previous life!"

He felt as if the door to a new world was slowly opening for him, revealing the magnificent world of cultivation, which filled him with longing!

The battle gradually began to tilt in one direction. While the pigeon dogs' rear army was being harassed by boulders and arrows, they continuously slaughtered the Cang defenders. In just a short moment, out of the six thousand Cang defenders who faced the enemy head-on, more than two thousand had already fallen.

And they continued to die and retreat.

But no one took a single step back. Even if they died at the hands of the enemy, they would still strike the enemy with their weapons, leaving deep, bloody wounds.

Ji Xia looked at the robust young man from Tai Cang, who, despite being severely injured, still bit his lip, tore off a piece of his clothing to bind his wounds, and charged at the enemy with his sword. He couldn't help but be moved.

Blood filled his vision as he saw the Cang defenders, with grim faces, continuously charging at the enemy and dying, while the eyes of the vicious dog soldiers were filled with ferocity, cruelty, and bloodlust, as if they still didn't take the Cang defenders seriously.

On the city wall, Lu Yu and Zhao Qu were watching the battle.

Zhao Qu's anxious expression had been intensifying since the beginning. Seeing that the Cang defenders were completely unable to match the vicious dogs and that the Crown Prince had not summoned the Yin Army, he couldn't help but feel extremely nervous: "Lord Lu, why hasn't His Highness summoned the Yin Army? If this continues, the Cang defenders will be almost completely wiped out."

Lu Yu shook his head and said, "The vicious dogs are still too concentrated. Even if the Yin Army appears, they can only hold their ground against the vicious dog army and will find it difficult to inflict significant casualties on the pigeon dogs."

Zhao Qu watched as the Cang defenders continued to fall, his face filled with pain and reluctance, but he didn't say anything more.

Ji Xia and the robust young man stood back-to-back, slowly moving forward. Fortunately, the path ahead had already been cleared by Ji Qianqing's powerful attacks. Although many pigeon dogs continued to attack, the two of them could barely hold their ground.

Finally, a strange combination of a heavily wounded individual and a person with no spiritual energy fluctuations but wielding a terrifying long sword caught the attention of a vicious dog general. His black fur was covered in blood, having killed countless Tai Cang humans.

He saw the robust young man cleave a pigeon dog in two with a heavy sword and another pigeon dog being pinned to the ground by a strange weapon wielded by another human.

He let out a low, terrifying roar from his throat and shot toward the two like an arrow, covering several dozen zhang in a short moment, arriving in front of Ji Xia and the robust young man.

Two Cang defenders tried to block his path, but he didn't stop for a moment, charging through them and sending the two young Tai Cang soldiers flying, their bones shattered and spitting blood as they died.

Ji Xia's face darkened. Before he could react, the vicious dog general's black mace was already smashing down on him, its force like a heavy cauldron. If it hit Ji Xia's weak body, which had no spiritual energy to protect it, he would be reduced to a bloody pulp.

"Clang!"

A sharp sound rang out, and the mace's momentum was halted. Ji Xia turned to see the robust young man holding his heavy sword, struggling to block the mace, which was filled with a thick spiritual energy aura.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his hands trembled violently, but he refused to give up.

Ji Xia finally reacted. He pointed at the vicious dog general, and the sword of vengeance shot out, piercing toward the general. The general retreated several zhang, swinging his mace to knock the sword away, and looked at Ji Xia and the robust young man.

"Sixth Heaven strength, and you can withstand my attack. In the human race, you are considered a genius."

The vicious dog general's face showed a human-like expression, his tone filled with disdain: "And you, I smell the scent of the Tai Cang royal family. Ah, it's still so fragrant."

Ji Xia supported the robust young man, who was about to collapse, and helped him sit down.

The vicious dog general didn't rush to attack, saying, "I can't understand you Tai Cang. Your numbers are three times ours, yet you can only be slaughtered and become our food. The most ridiculous thing is that on the battlefield, the human next to you is already a useless waste, and what you should do now is abandon him and run."

Ji Xia looked at the vicious dog general seriously and asked, "Do all pigeon dog people talk this much?"

The vicious dog general killed four Cang defenders with a single mace strike, laughed loudly, and his eyes were filled with arrogance: "This is not talking too much. As a strong one, I have the right to despise, mock, and humiliate the weak. You, as the weak, even if you are extremely unwilling, can only listen to my words and then die under my mace."

Ji Xia slowly stood up and asked, puzzled, "What makes one a strong one?"

The vicious dog general approached Ji Xia step by step, grinning ferociously: "My pigeon dog army is stronger than Tai Cang; our numbers here are more than Tai Cang; you, as a member of the Tai Cang royal family, are still pitifully weak in front of me, even with a strange weapon. This is my strength. If I want you to die, and if the pigeon dogs want Tai Cang to die, how can you not die? Are you ready to die?"

"Rest assured, dying on the battlefield is the luckiest fate for a member of the Tai Cang royal family. The other members of the royal family will thoroughly experience the terror of the pigeon dogs..."

"Your point is, if someone has more numbers, they are also considered strong and can humiliate you at will?" Ji Xia bared his white teeth and asked carefully.

The vicious dog general was taken aback, about to kill this weak Tai Cang ant without further ado, when suddenly, three powerful auras appeared around him, blocking all his escape routes!

These three auras were cold and powerful, making his fur stand on end. Each one of them could match him!

He stiffly turned his head and saw three black-armored, withered soldiers silently looking at him, their bloodshot eyes under their helmets devoid of any emotion.

As if they were looking at a dead thing!

Ji Xia coughed lightly, a bright smile on his face: "General, now I am the strong one. I want to ask you a question."

"Are you ready to die?"