Chaotic World Book
Chapter 383 - 374 Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 383: Chapter 374 Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers

The Maitreya army was at the city’s gates, a dense sea of soldiers stretching as far as the eye could see.

At this moment, Lv Shiheng standing atop the city walls couldn’t help but admire Maitreya’s decisiveness.

Because on the surface, he had already been controlled, and everyone was united inside the city, ambushing Tang Wanzhuang... Theoretically, there was no need to attack Xiangyang at all, yet Maitreya had still made full preparations. While everyone was outwardly on the same side, and without scouting on his own, Lv Shiheng didn’t know when Maitreya’s troops had come so close, lying in ambush outside, ready to strike like thunder.

Regardless of whether or not he, Lv Shiheng, was really under control, or how many people from the Wang and Yang families had arrived, this sudden attack by the massive army meant Xiangyang was effectively proclaiming a change of masters.

Moreover, Maitreya had made arrangements on the Han River, preemptively colluding with the Blood God Sect to block those coming from the North. When Lv Shiheng received the news that his water fort collapsed, he felt Maitreya had ground Wang Daozhong into dust.

You think Maitreya is a pawn in your hand, a borrowed knife to kill Tang Wanzhuang... Maitreya himself truly wanted to capture Tang Wanzhuang, willing to be the knife this time, taking advantage of this relationship to march unnoticed. It wasn’t clear who was using whom... At least Maitreya was always aware of the situation. Were you, Wang Daozhong?

Lv Shiheng thought to put up a symbolic resistance for a while, to observe the situation of the Yang family crossing from the south. If they were really firmly blocked by the Blood God Sect and couldn’t get through, then he would open the gates to welcome the new masters, truly switching allegiance to Maitreya. After all, it wasn’t that he wouldn’t defend the city; it was indefensible...

It truly was indefensible.

In a clash of thousands of troops, a single warrior might not play a decisive role. But when the opponent already had a superior force, and in this kind of siege warfare, the role of a single powerful warrior could be significant.

A so-called "first to ascend" merely meant gaining a foothold on top of the city wall. Once that happened, subsequent soldiers could continuously climb up, and the city wall’s defense would collapse.

And Maitreya was a warrior among warriors, with few in the entire world being his match in ferocity.

The moment Maitreya leapt onto the city wall like a massive mound of flesh with a "thud," Lv Shiheng felt he could "retreat while fighting," "retreat to the city wall," and then get sliced open by Maitreya, who would cut through the city gate’s ropes as easily as cutting meat—after all, the Yang family troops couldn’t make it through.

Maitreya could see his intentions and naturally wouldn’t kill him. Just as he was about to head to the city gate, a clear voice suddenly came from overhead: "Maitreya Upper Buddha truly possesses peerless power."

Maitreya frowned and looked up. A streak of sword light rushed toward him under the moon, reaching his face in an instant.

The Lianshan Sword, Hongnong Yang!

They had crossed the river so quickly? What had Xue Canghai been doing? Embroiled in the middle of blocking half-crossed troops, this advantageous situation slipped away without even a brief resistance?

What made Maitreya speechless, even more, was that another sword light was also speeding toward him, following right behind Yang Jingxiu.

The Sea Splitting Sword, Langya Wang.

In an instant, Maitreya found himself atop the city wall facing off against two from the Earth List, with Tang Wanzhuang nowhere to be seen, uncertain whether she would strike or not!

Wielding his Vow Blade, Maitreya faced the two-man onslaught, his expression extremely grim: "Does the Yang family truly wish to join the battle for supremacy? Or have you become lapdogs of the Wang family?"

Yang Jingxiu merely smiled slightly, too lazy to respond.

A true noble family would disdain even conversing with Maitreya, let alone one who stands higher in rank... That was called the pride of a commoner.

He, Yang Jingxiu, ranked tenth on the Earth List, although lower than Maitreya, did not represent a significant gap. They were, in fact, on the same level; deciding the victor would require a tumultuous battle, which might end in defeat, or perhaps even change the Chaotic World List.

With the addition of Wang Daozhong flanking, Maitreya’s ascent of the city wall was doomed to have no impact.

Lv Shiheng was completely dumbfounded. This was no longer just about whether Maitreya could play a role, but in front of Yang Jingxiu, he dare not slack off or even consider betrayal. He had to present himself as wholeheartedly devoted to the nation’s defensive efforts—anything else was indefensible!

What in the world did the Blood God Sect even stop? How did they stop it?

The Yang Family had arrived here, but where was the Blood God Sect? Had they been annihilated?

Just as he was pondering this, on the flank of Maitreya’s military formation below, a loud battle cry erupted.

Nearly ten thousand ferocious and evil followers of the Blood God Sect, dressed in uniformly blood-red garments, looked like a sea of blood under the moonlight, surging toward them, thrusting directly into Maitreya’s right wing.

At the same time, another battle cry rose from a different direction. Hidden Dragon Seventh, Hongnong Yang Bugui, leading the newly landed private soldiers of the Yang Family, struck at Maitreya’s left wing.

It was as if the Maitreya army had walked straight into a pocket.

Lv Shiheng couldn’t figure out why Maitreya’s apparently sound plan had suddenly turned into them walking right into a trap. How had it come to this?

His gaze fell on the forefront of the Blood God Sect.

The leading edge was not the Sect Hierarch Xue Canghai, but another young man swinging a broadsword. Wherever the broadsword swung, heads and waists were severed, like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, unstoppable and fearless.

The blood on his clothes hadn’t even dried before new blood was added, instantaneously drenching him like a bloodied man—such was the style of the Bloodthirsty Shura.

Zhao Changhe!

Was this situation caused by him?

People had said Zhao Changhe alone had altered the situation at Yanmen. Lv Shiheng had doubted this, thinking how could one person decide everything?

But in this moment, he had to believe that both the assassination of Tang Wanju inside the city earlier and the inexplicable change in the battle now absolutely hinged on this man.

With his own strength, he stirred the heavens and the earth, and where his long blade rose, so did the storm!

...

Unlike the battle at Yanmen, even though they were flanked from both sides, they could not immediately achieve the feat of bursting the Huns’ chrysanthemums and throwing Tie Muer’s troops into chaos.

Because at that time, Tie Muer and Huangfu Yongxian had been at a stalemate for a long time, both sides pressing on to the last straw. As soon as things changed in the rear, Huangfu Yongxian decisively led an attack from the city, causing an easy collapse.

However, Yu Cixiu’s army hadn’t really exerted much effort attacking the city yet this time. One could say that the battle formations had just been established and it was still possible to make adjustments.

After all, he had a large number of troops, tens of thousands.

The Blood God Sect totaled just over ten thousand people, and they still had to leave some to guard their fort, so the actual number of men was only seven or eight thousand. On the other side, there were less than five thousand private soldiers of the Yang Family.

Within Xiangyang City, there were indeed twenty to thirty thousand troops, but would there be cooperation like Huangfu Yongxian’s in the past? If they did not sortie, on the contrary, the attacking forces from both routes would be running into a steel wall.

Of course, neither of these two forces was easy prey; each was extremely elite. Especially the one from the Blood God Sect—damn it, they were like a pack of mad dogs. Killing people allowed them to cultivate, and facing such scenes of thousands of troops, not a single one of them panicked. Instead, they howled with excitement, racing to slay the enemy, a zeal that no amount of promised great rewards for heads could elicit from such a deranged army.

And Zhao Changhe, along with Xue Canghai standing by his side, was even more outrageous.

In such a battlefield, their strength seemed to have doubled. The Evil Qi was tangible, shrouding the two of them, visible from afar like flames of blood had ignited upon them, already turning into a smoky haze.

And the elite soldiers trained through countless hardships were like bumbling rookies who had never fought in a battle; they managed fine against others, but as soon as they came into contact with these two, they immediately broke down in terror and fled in all directions.

This kind of Blood Evil terror, an innate fear of the battlefield...

The right wing simply couldn’t stop this pack of mad dogs. After just one clash, they were almost torn to pieces.

Yu Cixiu watched Zhao Changhe’s direction coldly... Was he carving his way straight through to his Commander’s Banner?

Indeed, Zhao Changhe intended to break through and charge directly at the Main General.

Otherwise, with both sides’ numbers laid out here, even setting aside victory or loss, if the Blood God Sect suffered too many casualties, he would find it unbearable.

Yu Cixiu’s combat abilities had been tested before... they were indeed strong. In a one-on-one fight, there would be a battle to be had, but at that moment, he had a way to kill him.

With Sect Hierarch Xue at his side, followed by the Blood God Sect’s adepts behind him, he was exceedingly comfortable despite being surrounded by thousands of troops; all he needed to do was hack away at those in front...

This is the greatest difference between army formations and battles within the Worldly Society.

"Whoosh!" The Dragon Sparrow swept wildly, cutting Maitreya Sect adepts along with their blades and heads, slicing them in two.

Who would dare stop this Blood Evil star? Looking at him, he didn’t seem human but an Asura crawled out from a Sea of Blood; even his damn eyes were red. Were normal people’s eyes like this?

The Maitreya army became a mess. If one were to look down from high above, they would see that the Maitreya forces in this area had parted like the sea around a rock, rippling out to the sides, while the army of the Blood God Sect, led by Zhao Changhe, plunged like a sharp blade into the heart of the formation, aiming straight for the central Commander’s Banner!

To his delight, Yu Cixiu actually couldn’t sit still anymore and personally came to fight Zhao Changhe in this direction. In his view, as long as he stood against Zhao Changhe, this contingent of the Blood God Sect would immediately be stuck in the mire.

"This time, there won’t be a Tang Wanju to take over for you!" The Mourning Stick soared over the army, flying through the air, aiming straight for Zhao Changhe’s face.

With a "whoosh," the tip of the Mourning Stick suddenly sprang out a length of sharp blade.

This was Yu Cixiu’s weapon of choice in battle, instantly transforming from a stick into a spear!

Zhao Changhe chopped down a Maitreya Sect adept by his side, turned his head, and saw the gleaming blade approaching him.

He suddenly bared a grin, "Who would have thought you couldn’t restrain yourself and came to the right wing? Saved me a great deal of effort."

Amidst the talking, the Dragon Sparrow had already swung back, striking the spearhead squarely.

Both sides felt that defeating the other would solve the problem... Well then, let’s see whose hands hold firmer skills.

"Clang!" A massive sound rang out as blade and spear met. Zhao Changhe’s unstoppable momentum finally ceased; the collapsing Maitreya forces once again closed in from the front, and the pace of the Blood God Sect trudged into the mire.

For a moment, Zhao Changhe felt a role reversal from the time he had faced Vulture Hunting Teeth.

Back then, it was he who had stopped Vulture Hunting Teeth, letting him sink into a quagmire amidst thousands of soldiers; this time, Yu Cixiu intended to do the same, to stop his momentum and make him sink.

However...

Zhao Changhe’s eyes were getting redder, originally only the whites were flushed, but now even the pupils were red.

His arms visibly swelled, as large as a person’s head.

World without Self!

A bird’s eye view of the soul felt the pervasive bloody Evil Qi enshrouding the entire battlefield. The faint-hearted could be scared stiff without doing anything at all.

Evil Qi has strength.

They converge here, solidify into objects, invade the soul, and wash over the body.

His blade resonated with them, a swing unleashing Blood Evil that surged, wailing from multitudes.

"Swish!" Yu Cixiu lunged forward with another spear thrust.

Zhao Changhe could feel it, his spear was also suited for battlefield, a vengeful spirit seeking lives, shrieking and wailing in the heart, the piercing chill rising to the Spirit Platform, threatening to freeze and tear the soul apart, then overflow and withdraw.

Seeking lives unceasingly, a soul-chasing spear.

This was the Human List’s forty-fourth, the strongest strike of a Demon Path Grandmaster!

Zhao Changhe closed his eyes and slashed horizontally.

"Boom!" It was as if one could hear the roaring of Blood Evil Qi surging around, a Sea of Blood overturning, a volcano erupting.

Countless Blood Vicious Qi raged within a yard, all the Vicious Energy solidifying like blades, bursting simultaneously around Yu Cixiu.

Blade and spear met again, and the whole battlefield seemed to pause, as everyone around watched the scene in shock.

Though the blade and spear were clearly stuck together, a ghastly chill still seeped from the spear’s tip, piercing into Zhao Changhe’s shoulder, blood spattering.

Yu Cixiu, looking as if he had been flayed, was covered in wounds from head to toe, countless injuries spurting blood at the same time – it was impossible to know how many cuts he had received...

That was not just any amount of cutting...

Drawing on the external Evil Qi like blades, internal Blood Qi boiling over.

Just a single blade, Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers!

Yu Cixiu stared straight at Zhao Changhe, dead still, never imagining that, though ranked forty-fourth on the Human List, having felt evenly matched with Zhao Changhe on the rooftops earlier, once the battlefield changed, he hadn’t been able to withstand even the second strike.

What revolutionary cause, what gold and beauties.

Everything ceases here.