703: Chapter 539: What on Earth Happened to You, Li Feng?
703: Chapter 539: What on Earth Happened to You, Li Feng?
Upon seeing the figure standing proudly with a longsword in hand, the Chiliarch couldn’t help but take a deep breath of relief.
After all, he had co to wage war and naturally did not wish to taste defeat.
Even if their commanders died, they might not survive either.
Although losing a battle of five thousand against a hundred thousand was not shaful, if they could return alive while Wang Yang died here, Cao Cao would probably desire to kill them.
What a monarch preferred to see was not soldiers who knew how to preserve their strength but those willing to sacrifice themselves for their country, as such sentint could motivate others.
If united in purpose, even a hundred n might prove difficult for Lu Bu to defeat alone.
Cao Cao was ready to command the nobles by holding the Son of Heaven hostage.
If these soldiers were willing to die for him, then Cao Cao’s montum in unifying the land would probably be unstoppable even if Sun Ce and Liu Bei joined forces against him.
“You are very strong, even outrageously so!”
Wang Yang erged from the sandstorm, his black armor already cracked in several places.
Although it did no harm to Wang Yang himself, it was, unavoidably, a bit disgraceful.
The brief contact between Zhang Xun and Wang Yang had also revealed to Zhang the hardness of Wang’s body.
One could say that Wang Yang’s bones were even harder than that breastplate.
Zhang Xun had experienced this during their recent exchange, but now his eyes were full of an unyielding will to fight, the power within him surging wildly, granting him an endless sensation of slaughter.
One might even say that the thrill of battling Wang Yang was so intense that Zhang Xun almost wanted to scream with enjoynt, a satisfaction he had never felt before.
Zhang Xun’s long spear moved like a venomous snake.
At this mont, Wang Yang, too, was brimming with fighting spirit.
His true form was that of a Two-Step Saint, and now to be bested by a re mortal was sothing that he naturally had to avenge.
But Wang Yang was puzzled.
The move Zhang Xun had just used possessed at least a thousand pounds of force.
How could soone with such strength be an unknown in the Three Kingdoms?
After all, even Lu Bu was no more than this.
Could it be related to Demonic Qi?
Wang Yang suddenly rembered this matter.
The dark corruption spreading throughout the Myriad Realms most commonly tempted with power.
It was an offer almost no one could refuse.
Simply accept the painless Transformation, and beco stronger.
Faced with such change, who would not welco it?
Yet so far, Zhang Xun had only used his physical strength, so Wang Yang naturally could not rashly conclude.
If he were to battle Zhang Xun and detect an outflow of Demonic Qi,
he could then ascertain Zhang Xun’s true identity.
With this thought, Wang Yang’s gaze sharpened, and where his eyes focused, it was as if needles pricked Zhang Xun’s skin, causing him an uncomfortable sensation.
It was like an innate dislike.
Zhang Xun picked up his long spear and charged at Wang Yang, who was unafraid, his longsword striking with wide, fearless swings.
Clang, clang, clang!
Three sounds rang out from the clashing of their weapons.
From the initial contact, Wang Yang felt the strength in Zhang Xun’s hands, and Zhang was equally discomforted.
For Wang Yang, having just used his full strength—no less than double what it had been when he killed Ji Ling—the result of only causing Zhang’s hand to go numb was quite unsatisfactory.
Furthermore, from the few exchanges, it was evident that Zhang Xun’s power was still slightly inferior when he was going all out.
Zhang Xun, despite the stinging pain in his hand, thrust his long spear like a serpent’s bite, aiming for Wang Yang’s throat and temples.
Wang Yang was well aware of Zhang Xun’s malicious intent, dodging the attack with a swift move.
Zhang Xun appeared sowhat disappointed, but soon his long spear streaked like shooting stars, thrusting repeatedly.
Wang Yang had no choice but to raise his longsword to defend.
His passive situation was clear to all, and to Yuanshu, it seed incredibly impressive—Zhang Xun was the fierce warrior he envisioned.
Behind Yuanshu, in the poverty-stricken Shouchun City, subtle changes were already taking place.
“Please, kind sir, could you spare so food?”
A child, who was but skin and bones, lay begging on the streets of Shouchun City.
In truth, this scene was not an anomaly but common throughout the streets.
In this world of chaos and the ga of power, who cared for the life and death of the common people during tis of turmoil?
Even one’s own soldiers were often nothing more than numbers in the eyes of their lord.
Let alone these re destitute commoners.
“Please, have rcy, sir.
I haven’t had anything to eat for three days.
Sir!”
Li Feng typically traveled with a sedan chair and frequented bustling places; such scenes of misery were unfamiliar to him.
Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he continued down the street.
Even as a host to Demonic Qi, Li Feng still retained so of his habits.
Though he couldn’t fathom why, perhaps doing so made him feel more like himself.
As a vessel of Demonic Qi, whoever he was didn’t matter anymore.
Within Shouchun City’s slums, the Demonic Qi within Li Feng stirred more noticeably, seemingly growing stronger inside him.
“Sir, please show so kindness.”
A starving beggar, barely able to hold on, grabbed the hem of Li Feng’s long robe.
Li Feng frowned as the beggar’s head was exactly in his path.
Li Feng stepped forward without hesitation.
It was as if a waterlon had burst beneath his foot.
Without looking, he felt his robe might have gotten splashed with sothing red.
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