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Chapter 487 - Three Hundred and Twenty: Behead

Chapter 487: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty: Behead

In the face of an insignificant difference in strength, a slight intelligence gap could be fatally decisive.

For Xu Yuan, Li Qingyan, and even the more than ten thousand Northern Border White Armors arrayed below the city, they all knew that they had no reinforcements.

Facing the overwhelming might of a Saint akin to a god, their only hope was to stake everything on a single throw for a sliver of survival.

But Chi Su didn’t know this.

The act of Li Qingyan immediately having her troops consume medicinal stones upon meeting might be perceived by Chi Su as a desperate and reckless move—but it might also be seen as an attempt to delay through the effects of the medicine because he didn’t know if the main force of the Northern Border Army would suddenly appear on the horizon, if that god of war from Dayan would descend alone to the south with the body of a Saint, and if Li Qingyan, through the desperate gamble of the tens of thousands of Northern Border White Armors, would be able to break his concealment and cut him down with a single strike.

As someone newly ascended to the realm of Sainthood, Chi Su had too much to adapt to and was not yet fully accustomed to wielding his new capabilities as if they were his own limbs.

Reason told him he had to leave, but he couldn’t do it.

The Holy City was a paradise they had built using a hundred years’ worth of the Barbarian Tribes’ resources.

Here, his people didn’t have to worry about their children being born only to die young due to the piercing cold.

Here, his people could eat cooked food fueled by the fire of ley lines.

Here, his people could live the life they once fervently dreamed of, but which always seemed far out of reach.

And yet, these seemingly insignificant dreams were mercilessly crushed by the armies of the Yan people below.

The hundreds of mounds outside the city covered in snow were the bones of his kin.

He wanted revenge, at least to have the tens of thousands of Northern Border White Armors and that Dayan Princess buried alongside his tribesmen here!

If the Dayan Princess could play her last hand without fear of death, what more should he, the mighty king of his tribe, be afraid of?

So, Chi Su made his move.

In his eyes, the motion of the soldiers consuming medicine was painfully slow.

Using the nearly perfect stealth that the Saintly Barbarian inscriptions provided, he was confident he could first take down Xu Yuan, and then end the decade-long struggle with Wu Yuan before the might of the army formation surged.

All of this, however, was thwarted by the sight of that bloodstained garment.

Chi Su didn’t understand why this human male, who had only reached Soul Condensation and obtained a Mortal Transcendence body through the power of foreign ghosts, was so difficult to deal with.

Why could he, who was unable to wield Dao Domain, break through the stealth offered by the Barbarian inscriptions?

But none of that mattered any longer.

The colossal obsidian orb spanned the sky, standing silently, like a blood moon hanging on the horizon, with an Energy Mechanism on its surface so profound it dazzled the eyes.

Everything inside was invisible, inaudible, and undetectable.

In a silent hush, a battered figure burst abruptly from the edge of the nearly perfect spherical obsidian!

His bloodied garment was tattered, his breath faint as a thread, but as he fell, the corners of his lips bore a barely discernible smirk.

Staring at the giant obsidian orb floating in the sky, Xu Yuan’s smile at the corners of his lips began to spread.

He hadn’t expected the Barbarian King to still be able to counterattack after taking a direct hit from the nameless technique. But it was this very counterattack by the Barbarian King that made the smirk on Xu Yuan’s lips grow more brazen.

Because he was still alive.

Xu Yuan had never thought he could withstand a Saint’s full-force strike.

According to Luo Xiran, facing a full-force attack from a Saint’s realm would mean certain death for even a foreign ghost like himself.

His initial plan was to stimulate the nameless technique near its limit by the Barbarian King’s assault, and to use self-exploding as a way to evade the full-force attack with ’intention’ by the other party before it landed.

But now,

After directly facing Chi Su’s full-power punch infused with the might of a Saint following the nameless technique’s impact, his injuries were grave, but he was still alive, indicating that the Barbarian King’s injuries were so severe that he couldn’t kill him.

"Changtian?!"

Li Qingyan, standing atop the city wall and seeing the battered figure in the bloodstained garment, showed concern in her red pupils. Instinctively wanting to catch him mid-air, she had yet to move when she heard his weak but smiling voice before her:

"I am now a foreign ghost, don’t catch me; the Barbarian King is not dead yet."

"......"

With a solemn look in her eyes, Li Qingyan’s voice was low as she commanded, the Scarlet Blade in her hand shimmering with a white light film:

"All troops switch to the third Vigor Energy Pill!"

As the command was given,

"Boom!!!!"

Beneath the bloodstained figure, the Northern Border White Armors smashed through the thick and resilient walls of the Barbarian Tribe Holy City at an incomprehensibly fast pace, raising a masking cloud of dust and snow fog within the city.

As the fog and dust rose in a scorching fury,

a beam of light shone from atop the city walls, illuminating a large portion of the Barbarian Tribe Holy City. Accompanied by a raging hurricane, the snow and dust were gradually blown away, turning into streaks and bundles that dispersed and vanished into the city.

Yet all of this, upon contact with the giant obsidian orb suspended under the sky, was swallowed up as if by a black hole.

Its surface remained as unfathomably dark as ink, as if it would persist indefinitely.

At that moment, everyone’s breath slowed down unconsciously.

They were all waiting,

for the giant obsidian orb to disappear and reveal the figure of the Barbarian King within,

and the desperate blade in her fingertips.

A breath,

two breaths,

five breaths,

Suddenly, as if a black hole collapsed, the enormous obsidian orb in the sky started to contract inwards.

Its disappearance was as abrupt as its appearance.

Along with the vanishing obsidian orb, the figure that was revealed, with visible white bones, was tall and burly.