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Chapter 380 - 381: Dominating the Battlefield

Chapter 380: Chapter 381: Dominating the Battlefield

"Kill!" Ye Wudao roared and swung his blade fiercely.

The power of a single slash was so terrifying that hundreds of warriors from the enemy nation were instantly knocked off their horses and fell to the ground.

Ye Wudao, alone with his blade, carried an endless momentum, like thousands of troops, before whom the enemy had no power to resist.

"Heaven Collapse Slash!"

"Earth Split Slash!"

With every slash Ye Wudao executed, he did so with a fury that reached for the skies!

He intended to use the lives of 30,000 enemy warriors to accompany his own fallen soldiers in death!

Boom!

Rumbling!

The battlefield was engulfed in roaring flames of war, and the screams were constant!

In an instant, tens of thousands of enemy warriors died tragically at Ye Wudao’s hand.

The remaining 20,000 enemy soldiers looked at Ye Wudao with eyes full of terror, continuously retreating.

"He alone, with just a blade, has killed 10,000 of us!"

"Hiss, this man from Dragon Country, he’s a monster!"

"I—I’m so scared, I can’t fight anymore, I want to go home!"

Many cowardly enemy warriors even threw down their weapons, shed their armor, and turned to flee.

Seeing this, Snake Elder instantly killed some deserters and shouted furiously, "No one runs, whoever runs dies!"

Seeing Snake Elder arrive, many enemy warriors regained their courage.

"With Snake Elder here, what are we afraid of!"

"Right, right, victory will definitely be ours!"

In contrast, when Snake Elder confronted Ye Wudao, his expression was twisted in anger, "Brat, even the poison of a Snake Gallbladder didn’t kill you, I must admit you’re incredibly fortunate! But today you meet me, and you will not escape death!"

"Teacher, kill him!" urged the seventh prince of the enemy nation.

"Die!" Snake Elder, enraged, burst out with a terrifying aura and charged at Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao’s eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly exerted strength in his fingers, swinging the Beiwang Blade.

Whoosh!

A black blade aura, tens of yards long like the Grim Reaper swinging his scythe, with extreme power, whistled away, bursting into a piercing sonic boom!

"No, not good!" Snake Elder realized the strength of this slash, his body trembled, and he hastily used his blade to block.

Boom!

A deafening impact sound came, and Snake Elder was no match for this slash; the snake bone blade in his hand directly broke into two pieces, and his body was blasted a dozen meters away, miserably landing at the feet of the seventh prince.

The crowd was shocked!

"My God, Snake Elder is no match for that madman!"

"He was sent flying with a single slash!" the enemy warriors said, their faces filled with fear.

Meanwhile, the warriors of the Fiftieth Xuanwu Corps were ecstatic, lifting their weapons high; "Commander Ye is invincible!"

"Long live Commander Ye!"

"Teacher!" The enemy nation’s seventh prince’s pupils shrank; he saw a penetrating wound appearing on Snake Elder’s abdomen, his spinal cord broken at the back, the injury impossible to heal.

"Pfft!" Snake Elder spat out blood, his face pale as he said, "Seventh Prince, this—this guy’s power is too terrifying! The last one this fearsome on the battlefield was Beiwang!"

"Snake Elder, we still have 20,000 warriors!" the seventh prince said, unwilling to give up; "We can still turn this around!"

"You know the blade he holds in his hands, the Beiwang Blade, it’s slain over a million people, what are a mere 20,000?" Snake Elder gave a bitter smile.

"What?" The color drained from the seventh prince’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

"Seventh Prince, hurry, run!" Snake Elder said weakly.

"No, teacher, I’ll take you with me!" the seventh prince shouted.

"Old, old man’s life is ending, you run, there’s not much time!" Snake Elder, spitting blood, finally collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

"Teacher, I—I will avenge you, just hold on!" the seventh prince of the enemy nation shouted, then turned and ran.

Just then, a low voice like the toll of a bell from hell rang out, "Heh heh, thinking of running, have you asked my blade?"

The enemy nation’s seventh prince turned around, and he saw the most terrifying scene of his life—a terrifying red blade aura soared into the sky, harshly suppressing him.

"No!"

"No, please!!"

The enemy nation’s seventh prince’s face was filled with horror, and he instinctively backed away.

Boom!

A loud crashing sound came, the enemy nation’s seventh prince fell hard to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, revealing a treasured armor on his body.

"Hmm, he’s still not dead?" Ye Wudao looked surprised.

"Yes, the armor my father gave me saved my life!" The seventh prince of Poluo Country looked at his shattered armor and looked up at Ye Wudao, his face filled with fear as he said, "You, don’t kill me! How about we negotiate peace?"

After a pause, the seventh prince of Poluo Country said, "As long as you spare me! My Poluo Country will never step out of our borders again, and we will not invade for ten years!"

"Is that so?" Ye Wudao nodded, "The condition you set forth is indeed not bad!"

"Retreat, everyone!" Seeing that Ye Wudao had agreed, the seventh prince’s eyes flashed with a sinister gleam, and he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Ye Wudao suddenly spoke.

The seventh prince of Poluo Country turned his head, only to see Ye Wudao aiming a knife at him. His legs swayed, and his eyes were filled with fear as he said, "You, you agreed, didn’t you?"

"Heh, haven’t you heard an old proverb from our Dragon Country?"

"What, what proverb?" the seventh prince of Poluo Country asked nervously.

"Those not of my kind, their hearts must be different!" Ye Wudao’s eyes were filled with a murderous intent as he swung his knife furiously, "Roll to hell and atone for my dead brothers!"

Swipe!

A terrifying dark red blade light, carrying overwhelming fury, mercilessly crushed towards the seventh prince.

"No, don’t!" The seventh prince screamed tragically.

Boom!

A loud noise came, and a crucifix-shaped wound appeared on the body of the seventh prince of Poluo Country. He knelt on the ground, his face pale and desperate, blood continuously flowing from his mouth; "I, I will not let you off even as a ghost!"

After speaking, the neck of the prince of Poluo Country twisted, and he was completely dead!

The entire scene was stunned!

"Damn, the seventh prince is dead!"

"That young leader from Dragon Country, he’s a monster!"

"Let’s run away fast!"

Ye Wudao had no intention of sparing these remnants of Poluo Country!

He sought the most brutal means of revenge!

Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself!

Ye Wudao’s eyes flashed coldly as he watched the fleeing soldiers, his fingers tightly gripping the Beiwang Blade; "Those who violate my territory, shall be killed without mercy!"

"Ah!"

"Ah ah!"

Cries of anguish spread all over the battlefield, as Ye Wudao, like a god of death, completely dominated the field.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Wu, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Cough, cough, am I dead?" Fang Wu coughed violently, looking at the blood-drenched ground, a horrific sight with blood and flesh scattered everywhere.

"This place is terrifying, this must be the legendary hell..."

"General Fang, you’re finally awake." Just then, a soldier beside him spoke.

What?

Fang Wu was startled, looking at the several dozen comrades around him, tears falling; "Did, did everyone come to hell with me? To think we battled on the field all our lives, serving our country, yet we ended up in such a tragic ending..."

Dozens of soldiers heard this, looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing his comrades laughing, Fang Wu couldn’t help but say, "What, what are you all laughing about?"

"General Fang, you’re not dead, and we’re all still alive!" said an older veteran.

What?

I’m not dead?

Fang Wu couldn’t believe it, his gaze sweeping around, the setting sun like blood, the smoke of gunpowder dispersing, blood and bodies strewn across the ground, tens of thousands of corpses covered the earth.

He had battled his entire life and had never seen so many bodies!

If this isn’t hell, what is?

"General Fang, take a good look, these bodies..." a soldier laughed.

Fang Wu looked closely and sharply inhaled; "Hiss, wait, are all these bodies enemies from Poluo Country?"

His gaze frantically surveyed the surroundings, the smoky battlefield filled with the bodies of Poluo Country’s enemies, tens of thousands in number!

Sitting quietly atop a mountain of corpses, a young man holding a battle knife exuded a kingly aura!

Boom!

Fang Wu was struck as if by lightning, and a crazy thought suddenly popped into his mind...

Hiss!

All thirty thousand enemy soldiers, could they all have been killed by Commander Ye?!