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Chapter 488 - Three Hundred and Twenty: Behead_2

Chapter 488: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty: Behead_2

The tough keratin armor, the deep blue barbarian patterns that were engraved all over the body are now nowhere to be seen, with only the broken body barely held together by strained muscles.

Chi Su had not died, but his burly and robust figure had completely rotted away.

The black blood flowed incessantly down his body, and the blood of the Saint that dripped onto the ground directly corroded and penetrated the stone slabs within Barbarian City.

Yet, in contrast to Chi Su’s ravaged body were his deep blue pupils.

They remained as cold as death, showing not the slightest hint of panic.

He stood above the void, looking down at everything below him.

Just like a king.

As he had when he first led his troops to march south, he received the worship of millions of subjects here.

In the end,

Chi Su’s calm gaze settled on the figure in red atop the city wall.

Bang!

The city wall beneath her feet collapsed thunderously, the figure in red, like melting snow, turned into a lingering shadow, her voice clear and beautiful;

"Chi Su, you can run, but I will still kill you."

"....."

A desperate strike.

Looking at the figure in red below, the corners of Chi Su’s blurred, bloodied lips suddenly curled into a smile.

The authority of the Saint radiated out from him as the epicenter, spreading in all directions, shrouding his surroundings in a deep blue light film that resembled an armor.

Upon closer inspection, this light film was composed of countless halos encircling him.

His voice was majestic;

"Since Prince Wu Yuan, you have cordially invited, what fear could I possibly have? Come."

Everything around became very quiet.

The man in the bloodstained clothes lay in the pit with drooping eyelids, wearily gazing at the dome of the sky.

As Li Qingyan’s figure streaked across the sky leaving behind a white trail of light, the giant kite-shaped phantom formed by the array also instantly sliced through the void from the ground.

Deep blue and white light.

Watching the Barbarian King draw closer, the indifference in Li Qingyan’s eyes gradually surged with a thick intent to kill.

Her wrist flicked, the blade swept back, and a flame emerged instantly on the snow-white light film covering the blade.

The giant kite-shaped phantom in mid-flight transformed as well.

A fiery red spread from its sharp beak, extending along the myriad lines of white light towards its body.

Intense flames ignited around the phantom kite.

Meeting fire, the kite transformed into a phoenix; a dazzling phoenix tore through the night sky, its brilliance illuminating half of the heavens!

Hundreds of feet were crossed in a blink, the blade trailing fire drew a beautiful arc beneath the cold night sky....

Under the pressing urgency of this critical moment, Xu Yuan, lying defeated in the pit, couldn’t help but reveal a flash of anxiety in his eyes.

Li Qingyan stayed behind for the sake of righteousness in her heart, for the thousands of loyal soldiers under her command.

But he risked staying behind just for her.

As if feeling the acceleration of his heartbeat, Luo Xiran’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind;

"She... actually trusts you, this unreliable brat, a lot, so at times like this, you can also try to trust her."

"....."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan’s eyes flickered with an ambiguous emotion, and the corners of his lips curled slightly. He did not respond, but quietly watched the silhouette of Qingyan above the firmament.

Deep blue cold air collided with the flames in the sky.

Slicing through the void, Li Qingyan approached Chi Su.

In the instant when the blade met the fist, space trembled, and an invisible shock wave directly rampaged toward the ground.

Countless buildings within the Barbarian Tribe Holy City collapsed, and the dust raised had not even started to rise before this visible ripple of impact pushed it far away.

No spellcraft, no incantations.

The fight between martial artists, a head-on clash of absolute strength.

Even so, Li Qingyan’s blade, dragging along terrifying fiery flames, effortlessly broke through Chi Su’s armor-like deep blue light film.

The edge of the blade swirled, and with a startled cut, she sliced along Chi Su’s arm, tearing through his tough muscles and heading straight for his head!

Xu Yuan’s nameless spellcraft may have been unable to harm the Barbarian King’s origin due to the lack of ’intent,’ but its pure extreme power still caused the Barbarian King serious injuries.

As the blade drove forward, moving so fast that it seemed to pierce through space, and just as it was about to decapitate Chi Su....

Hum!

Seeing this, a bloodthirsty smile spread across Chi Su’s lips, and his other arm, which had regenerated by breaking through Saint status, suddenly smashed toward Li Qingyan’s head!

As a Saint, even in a heavily wounded state just entering sainthood, the explosive force unleashed without care for death was nonetheless earth-shattering.

"Prince Wu Yuan, in a desperate gamble... I will too."

"Is that so?"

Watching the decaying punch grow larger before her eyes, Li Qingyan’s voice was clear and beautiful, her response neither cold nor indifferent, and there was not a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

She didn’t retreat, didn’t even dodge in the slightest, her hand gripping the hilt of her blade as she accelerated once more.

"....."

At that moment, all was silent.

Suddenly,

"Boom—"

Above the night sky, red flames soared, and in the blink of an eye, the phoenix flames that rushed toward the sky already densely covered the heavens.

Under these boiling skies,

The thousands of White Armors standing before the city each spat out a mouthful of blood; those with weaker cultivation directly turned pale and fainted.

This scene wasn’t only happening among the lower-ranked White Armors. Even the highly cultivated officers were unsteady on their feet due to the backlash of the military formation.

However, compared to the rank-and-file soldiers, the Northern Border officers knew very well what this scene signified.

There were two types of military formation collapse.

One started from the bottom up.

The military formation is a resonance of Origin Qi. The death of each soldier on the battlefield is reflected back upon the general. If there is a large-scale death of soldiers in a short time, such a backlash can cause the leading general to be critically injured and unable to maintain the formation.

The other type was from the top down.

If a general was slain by the enemy, as the absolute core of the military formation, once the key that maintained the formation was gone, the backlash from the resonance of Origin Qi would directly cause all soldiers to be seriously injured.

What was happening now was clearly the latter.

Looking up toward the flames lighting up the entire sky, the hearts of the Northern Border officers tightened.

Her Highness...

In thought,

A figure in red armor quietly fell from the sky, one hand holding the Scarlet Blade, the other a head.

The highly cultivated officers, with their strong eyesight, recognized the head in an instant and excitement that they couldn’t suppress flashed in their eyes:

"Is that... the Barbarian King’s head?"

"Did Her Highness win?"

"Has the Barbarian King been executed?!"

"Her Highness has beheaded the Barbarian King! Quartermasters, field surgeons, hurry and prepare Elixir Medicine!"

"Bai Jiaqi... remember what you said, give me two."

"Get lost haha... Those who can still move, check on your brothers next to you."

As excited whispers rose one after another within the broken formation, even though most were seriously injured, even though the side effects of the Vigor Energy Pills would be agonizing, at this moment, the faces of these Northern Border White Armors were genuinely filled with smiles and elation.

The Barbarian King, that was the Barbarian King.

Under Her Highness’s command, they, with less than a full strength of three battalions, had executed the saintly Barbarian King!

In the midst of excitement, a voice tinged with doubt arose, instantly quieting the previously bubbling army:

"No... not right, where’s the Barbarian King’s body?"

Indeed, there was no body.

Even though the Barbarian King’s head was caught in Prince Wu Yuan’s hand and fell toward the ground, if the Barbarian King had truly been slain, his body should have fallen as well.

In the silence,

A blood-colored figure suddenly rose from the Barbarian Tribe Holy City.

Under the lifeless gaze of the countless White Armors,

He gently caught the falling one, spreading a voice with a tired smile:

"Can you people not trust your own Princess as I do? The Barbarian King is already dead, heh..."

Having said that, Xu Yuan no longer bothered with the excited soldiers.

Gazing downward slightly, Xu Yuan looked at the tender woman in his arms.

For a brief moment they locked eyes, and he asked softly,

"How are you, are the injuries severe?"

Li Qingyan glanced at him feebly:

"Hmm... probably a bit worse than you, this specter, seeing as I’m a Saint."

A smile flashed in Xu Yuan’s eyes:

"So you’re saying you can’t resist me right now?"

Hearing these words, Li Qingyan, with lips slightly pale, also curved into a smile:

"You performed well—do what you want. When you regain your human form, I’ll allow it."