Chapter 1515
Blood-Burning Fury, Like an Insurmountable Barrier
Chapter 1515 Blood-Burning Fury, Like an Insurmountable Barrier
"I've fought my way through half my life, how could I possibly be defeated by a mere brat like you!"
He roared, gripping the black iron mace tightly with both hands. The veins on his arms bulged like coiling dragons, and his dark blue aura suddenly surged several times, even carrying a hint of blood. That was the grassland secret technique he activated at the cost of burning his life force—"Blood Burning Fury".
This technique can unleash power several times greater than one's own in an instant, but it is like drinking poison to quench thirst. Every activation depletes one's remaining lifespan, and once the power is exhausted, it is like a lamp running out of oil and dying.
Enveloped in crimson aura, the black iron mace transformed into a ferocious beast that devoured its prey, smashing down on Yinglong's head with a force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.
As the mace swept through the air, it emitted a sharp whistling sound, stirring the surrounding airflow into a vortex that swirled up blood and gravel from the ground, forming a ferocious blood-red tornado.
Yinglong stood atop the exotic dragon-horse, his golden-blue aura as calm as a still lake. Facing this desperate attack, he didn't even unleash more aura; he simply turned his wrist slightly, raising his spear gently, the tip of which precisely struck the center of gravity of the black iron mace.
With a soft "ding," as crisp as jade striking jade, the golden-blue qi surged into the mace from the tip of the spear, instantly disintegrating the blood-red qi that clung to it. The seemingly fierce and invincible attack vanished like a mud ox entering the sea.
Huyan Guduhou felt a gentle yet irresistible force coming from him, and the black iron mace in his hand seemed to have all its strength drained away, making it impossible to move forward any further.
"impossible!"
Huyan Guduhou's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He couldn't believe that his life's cultivation combined with the explosion of his secret techniques was so great that he couldn't even shake the opponent's defense.
He roared as he pulled back his mace, spun around, and used the momentum of his turn to sweep it across again. The mace, accompanied by a whistling sound, went straight for Yinglong's waist. His move was ruthless and left no room for error.
This attack combined the charging ferocity of the Xiongnu cavalry with the cunning of grassland warfare. Its angle was extremely tricky, and even if an ordinary martial artist could block the first blow, he would find it difficult to avoid the subsequent sweeping attack.
But Yinglong remained calm and composed. His exotic dragon horse took a half-step in perfect unison, sidestepping the sweeping trajectory of the mace. At the same time, his spear moved like a snake spitting its tongue, the tip drawing a graceful arc before striking the mace once more.
This time, the golden-blue aura was no longer contained, but instead burst forth slightly, forming a small wave of energy that spread upwards along the bud.
Huyan Guduhou felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, and the black iron mace almost slipped from his hand. A series of soreness and numbness spread through his arm, and the qi he had gained by burning his life force was like a punctured balloon, rapidly dissipating.
Unwilling to give up, he frantically swung his black iron mace, launching attack after attack on Yinglong. As the mace flew, crimson energy crisscrossed, smashing the surrounding bluestone slabs to pieces. The walls were covered with dense dents, and rubble and blood splattered everywhere, turning the entire street into a hellish scene.
No matter how swift or ruthless his attacks were, Yinglong could always defuse them with ease. His movements seemed slow, but he accurately predicted Huyan Guduhou's moves every time. He would lightly tap, slash, or thrust with the tip of his spear. His golden-blue aura acted as an invisible barrier, blocking all attacks.
Within a three-foot radius around him, he maintained a state of perfect clarity, a stark contrast to the chaotic fighting around him.
It is a composure brought about by absolute strength, as vast as heaven and earth, as steady as a mountain, unmoved by any storm.
"enough!"
Yinglong's voice remained calm. When Huyan Guduhou launched another fierce attack, he no longer passively defended. His spear suddenly accelerated, and golden-blue qi condensed into a dazzling spear light, like a meteor piercing through the darkness, directly stabbing towards the Xuan Tie Bone Mace.
This seemingly simple spear thrust contained the essence of a spear technique honed through countless trials. Its speed was beyond imagination; Huyan Guduhou had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the spear's light approached. "Clang—!"
A deafening roar erupted once more as the golden-blue and crimson auras collided violently, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The crimson aura on the black iron mace was instantly shattered. The immense force contained in the spear light flowed through the mace, and Huyan Guduhou felt excruciating pain in both arms. His bones creaked under the strain, and he could no longer hold onto his weapon.
The black iron mace flew out of his hand, spinning in the air before crashing heavily against the courtyard wall beside him. With a loud "boom," the wall collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
Without his weapon, Huyan Guduhou was as if his spine had been removed. He staggered back several steps, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper.
The vital energy he had gained from burning his life force completely dissipated, and his meridians were throbbing with pain. Every breath felt like being cut by a knife.
He looked up at Yinglong in disbelief, the madness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by deep despair.
He had fought his entire life, experiencing countless battles large and small, and slaying countless powerful enemies, but he had never been so humiliated and powerless. Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, all his pride and bravery seemed so laughable.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and the sound of clashing weapons came from the end of the alley. The sounds of fighting from the direction of the city wall gradually approached. A figure in blue rushed over like a ghost. It was Huang Shang.
Huang Shang's face was grave, his clothes covered in dust and blood. The defenses on the city wall had collapsed, and Mongol soldiers were pouring into the city like a tide. If he did not evacuate in time, he would probably be trapped inside.
Huang Shang originally intended to break through towards South Street, but happened to stumble upon this scene on North Street. When he saw Ying Long's golden-blue figure and Huyan Guduhou, who was beaten to the point of being powerless to fight back, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into understanding.
He immediately realized that the reinforcements under the command of the renowned Duke of Zhenguo, whom Zhao Kuangyin had mentioned, had arrived. The huge weight that had been hanging over his heart eased slightly, but he did not stop and continued to rush deeper into the city.
Following closely behind Huang Shang was a figure exuding an overbearing aura—it was Si Hanfei. At this moment, he was still clad in silver-white armor, his steel spear gleaming with black energy, and his face bearing a somewhat ferocious expression.
He chased after Huang Shang all the way, but he never expected to encounter such a horrifying scene in this alley. When Si Hanfei's gaze fell on Ying Long, he was frozen in place as if he had been put under a spell.
A vast and mighty aura, like the might of heaven, swept over him. The golden-blue aura seemed gentle, but it carried an overwhelming power that made the black internal energy in his body tremble involuntarily, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
He could clearly sense that Yinglong's inner energy was boundless, like a vast ocean, unfathomable, and far more terrifying than any other powerful figure he had ever seen.
Then Si Hanfei's gaze turned to Huyan Guduhou. He saw that this former Xiongnu general, whose strength should be comparable to his own, was now in such a sorry state as a stray dog, having lost his weapon, covered in blood, and with despair in his eyes.
A storm raged in his heart, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He knew the strength of Huyan Guduhou very well, and he was even slightly stronger than himself because of the Gangqi War God. But now, he didn't even have the right to resist this enemy general!
How could he not be alarmed? How could he not be afraid?
(End of this chapter)