Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play
Chapter 116: God of War

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: God of War

Fengyu pursed her lips, holding back her tears, which swirled in her eyes, making her seem even more pitiful. "Brother, I beg you, please don’t kill me. I’ll behave, I promise."

"Crafty Yanyang girl! I’ll tear out her tongue!" The Beiman man’s Yanyang dialect was far from fluent, but Fengyu understood it.

Behind the Beiman youth, a burly man stepped forward, unsheathing the dagger from his waist, aiming to cut out her tongue.

Without an ounce of dignity, Fengyu dropped to her knees and clutched at the Beiman youth’s leg. "Brother, save me! I won’t cry anymore. I won’t run. Please don’t cut my tongue!"

She had been captured for a day and had overheard snippets of their conversations. Though her understanding was fragmented, she had discerned that the youth was the leader of the Beiman group. While pleading with him, she secretly reached for the dagger at her waist. If she was truly cornered, she vowed to take a Beiman man with her before she died.

Fengyu had heard tales of a brutal war in her childhood. Her father had said that the battle was devastating, with Ningzhou troops charging forward with the grim resolve of trading life for life. If she were to die, she ought to embrace the same determination as Ningzhou soldiers and take out a Beiman man.

"Stop crying! Annoying!" The Beiman youth barked gruffly in warning. Fengyu’s tears immediately ceased. The Beiman man raised a hand, halting the burly man holding the dagger. The two exchanged rapid words in the Beiman tongue. Fengyu struggled to grasp their meaning but managed to read their expressions. The burly man deliberately ran his dagger across his neck in frustration, grumbling reluctantly. She understood then that her tongue was spared.

Fengyu felt her fierce resolve fade. As long as she lived, there was hope. There was no need to risk an exchange of lives with the Beiman men, especially since... she believed her life was far more valuable than theirs.

Just as she was about to hide the dagger, the Beiman youth crudely yanked her upright, intending to toss her onto the horse. But his force was so excessive that he nearly dislocated her arm, causing her dagger to fall to the ground.

The Beiman youth glanced down at the fallen dagger, his rage flaring instantly. He kicked Fengyu three meters away with one mighty blow, cursing, "Crafty Yanyang girl!"

The kick left Fengyu feeling as though her insides were shattering. She almost fainted from the pain, but through her agony, she found bitter amusement, wondering whether "Crafty Yanyang girl" was a common phrase used by Beiman people.

The Beiman men began hurling curses at Fengyu. The burly man who had wanted to cut out her tongue seized the opportunity and strode swiftly toward Fengyu, his curved blade gleaming ominously.

Fengyu planted her hands on the ground, scrambling backward in desperation.

The sky brightened as daylight broke.

An arrow shot toward the burly Beiman man. His reflexes were sharp, dodging deftly. The arrow landed a meter away from Fengyu’s feet, drawing an unspoken protective line in the earth.

Through her pain, Fengyu turned her head, only to see Xie Xun racing out from the forest on horseback, like a Heavenly God descending to earth. Overwhelmed with both joy and surprise, Fengyu was astonished to see the rescuing Xie Xun here after being taken captive for a full day and night.

The Beiman men sounded frantic as they shouted commands. Fengyu overheard them yelling to kill her. The burly man leaped forward with his curved blade, aiming to finish her off. Fengyu backed away repeatedly, but Xie Xun discarded his bow, leapt up, and descended, his Longsword flashing like a rainbow. At the moment of impact, he intercepted the curved blade that was inches from Fengyu’s face. Sparks flew as their weapons collided.

The Beiman men were notoriously strong. Ordinary people could hardly resist their curved blades, but Xie Xun was different. With impressive arm strength, he deflected the blow with a flick of his wrist. A streak of white flashed as his sword slashed across the Beiman man’s chest. As the man staggered back, his arm severed from his body with a single thrust.

"Ah..." The man’s screams pierced the air. Fengyu had barely opened her eyes when she witnessed the brutality unfold, fresh blood splattered onto her face. She instinctively shut her eyes as the overwhelming stench of blood filled her senses. After being jostled for an entire day and night, her stomach was already a mess. Unable to hold back, she bent over and vomited violently onto the ground.

Having eaten nothing for a day and night, all she expelled was stomach acid.

Infuriated, the Beiman youth ordered Xie Xun’s execution, and the Beiman men swarmed forward. Xie Xun, catching a glimpse of Fengyu vomiting on the ground amid the chaos, felt a pang of pity. With one hand, he tore off his cloak and flung it casually onto Fengyu’s face.

"Don’t look!" He didn’t want her to be frightened.

Covered by the cloak, Fengyu’s vision plunged into darkness. All she could hear were the jarring clashes of swords and blades. She vomited until, at last, she coughed up a mouthful of blood. She hadn’t expected that even in such dire circumstances, Xie Xun would think to shield her from the horrors, fearing the battle would scare her. But her vomiting was merely a physical reaction, not fear.

She’d seen scenes of carnage far worse.

Fengyu pulled off the cloak. As dawn’s faint light emerged, she took in the flowing streams, the neighing warhorses, and the lifeless bodies of four Beiman men strewn on the ground. Among them, the one with a severed arm was still gripping his curved blade, enduring the pain as he joined the assault on Xie Xun.

The Beiman youth, however, stood outside the fray, gripping the hilt of his sword with one hand, staring at Xie Xun with both fanaticism and venom. If his gaze could kill, Xie Xun would’ve been torn apart long ago.

The Northern Iron Cavalry was Yanyang’s most valiant and formidable border force, renowned for their skilled cavalry and tenacious infantry. Despite their prowess, this army had fought against the Beiman for decades, proving just how formidable the Beiman people were.

These men were born for the battlefield, with exceptional physical abilities, making them powerful warriors. The coordinated assault on Xie Xun displayed impeccable teamwork through the rhythm of their curved blades, striving to overpower him through their strength.

It was also evident that Xie Xun cared deeply for Fengyu. The Beiman men exploited this, targeting her during their attack on Xie Xun. Wounded and struggling to move, Fengyu was unable to dodge effectively, but Xie Xun’s Longsword flashed like a rainbow, defending her at every turn and deflecting the blades aimed at her.

The sparks from the clashes landed near her feet, sending chills down her spine. The curved blade seemed poised against her neck, ready to sever her head in the next instant.

Xie Xun’s Longsword covered her like an impenetrable shield. Once, unable to dodge in time, he used his body to block a falling curved blade meant for Fengyu. His arm was slashed deeply.

"Xie Xun..." The scalding blood splattering onto her hand made Fengyu gasp in both shock and heartache.

Xie Xun turned to evade the next strike, unfazed by his injury. He forced the Beiman men back, his sword flashing as it aimed at the throat of one of his attackers. Though the man blocked with his curved blade, Xie Xun’s sword diverted and sliced his throat. With a swift motion, Xie Xun severed his head. Blood sprayed everywhere, enraging the remaining Beiman men, who launched a frenzied assault.

Though exhausted from his overnight ride, Xie Xun emanated a terrifying energy, his body channeling a force greater than the Beiman men’s strength. His Longsword bore down relentlessly, one man unleashing the momentum of an entire army.

Xie Xun’s sword deflected every curved blade. A burly Beiman man pressed down hard, and Xie Xun braced his right leg against a nearby boulder, his eyes sharp and resolute, refusing to retreat.

"I’ll take your head as an offering to my king!" the Beiman man growled, his eyes glinting murderously as he swung his blade in a low, sideways arc.

Xie Xun countered with unrelenting strength, deflecting the blade, spinning in place, and thrusting his sword backward, piercing it straight into the Beiman man’s heart. Clutching his sword with both hands, he stabbed through the man’s chest.

"Get out of Yanyang." Xie Xun emphasized each word, staring into the man’s dying eyes, speaking in the Beiman tongue. "This is our land."

Covered in blood, Xie Xun resembled a grim Yama from hell. Fengyu watched, shaken and horrified. After the fierce struggle, only three Beiman men and the Beiman youth remained, one of them missing an arm.