newbobooks Chapter 393 Why Should I Compete with You?
Chapter 393 Why Should I Compete with You?
Emperor Beizun's deep voice rang out, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the scimitar in his hand before he calmly looked at the two people in front of him, "Unless you want to wipe out your people, I am determined to take Tian Sheng!"
"With Your Majesty's ambition so great, I cannot sit idly by and wait to die. If you want to conquer our Heavenly Saint, you will have to die!"
Tuoba Yu bit down, swallowing the surging, metallic taste in his mouth. He listened to the constant shouts of battle around him, watched countless figures fall amidst the flashing blades, and the thick stench of blood almost made him vomit.
Having already held out this far, he couldn't let Tian Sheng fall like this. They had an army of 600,000; if they didn't take a gamble, who knew who would win or lose!
"My 500,000 troops landed in Shengdong, sweeping across your Tiansheng Shengdong and heading straight for the Tiansheng Imperial City. Sikong Jin's 100,000 troops cut off all your retreat routes. I want to see how you can resist. Since you have such fighting spirit, then die!"
Di Beizun didn't bother with any more words. As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his curved blade again, man and blade becoming one, slashing down. A deep crack appeared in the ground, hurtling straight towards Tuoba Yu like lightning. Tuoba Yu had just caught his breath when his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he leaped up swiftly. At that moment, the incoming true energy exploded at that point, creating a deafening roar, as if a powerful palm force had suddenly cleaved out from the ground, striking the sky above. Its speed was so fast that no one could blink. Tuoba Yu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly pressed down to change direction. The powerful true energy had already passed right by him, instantly shattering the corner of his fluttering cloak.
Seeing this, Xi Fenglie took advantage of the moment when Di Beizun struck out with his palm and also struck out with a cold palm. The chilling aura pressed in, causing Di Beizun's face to darken. He quickly floated behind him and dodged the attack. At the same time, he looked coldly at Xi Fenglie, a gloomy look flashing in his deep eyes!
With a turn of his head, he angrily charged toward Xi Fenglie. His speed was so fast that no one could see his figure clearly. They only felt as if a dark shadow flashed by. By the time they recovered, His Majesty beside them had long since disappeared!
Not far ahead, where Xi Fenglie had just stood, two figures were now locked in fierce combat. Under the gloomy sky, it was impossible to distinguish who was fighting whom; only two afterimages flashed with black and silver light. The two were fighting very urgently, with sharp sword and blade auras alternating and echoing. Dust billowed up in the surrounding area, the space was severely distorted, and the howling wind bypassed it, unable to blow in!
At this moment, Tuoba Yu, who had just narrowly avoided the attack, was now in a sorry state. The powerful internal energy had knocked off the jade crown binding his hair, and his dark hair was now loose and flowing in the cool breeze. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was deathly pale. His deep eyes were filled with a solemn expression. He coughed a few times before picking up the fallen sword with his palm and gripping it tightly in his hand!
He looked over at Xi Fenglie, whose condition didn't seem to be much better than his own!
'Bah! '
After their palms collided, a whooshing sound rang out, and the two figures, entangled in a sword fight, finally separated and landed on the ground.
'Wow—'
Xi Fenglie, relying on the cold sword in his hand, suddenly slashed a long mark on the ground, took several steps back before regaining his footing, his face pale and staggering, and a spurt of blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth!
'Wow! '
Cough cough! Cough cough!
Xi Fenglie endured the excruciating pain in his chest, coughed violently a few times, feeling as if his whole body was on fire, and gritted his teeth as he looked at Di Beizun.
"Brother Xifeng! Are you alright?"
Tuoba Yu came over, suppressing the surging, metallic taste in his chest, and asked with concern.
Xi Fenglie coughed violently a few more times, his face was completely bloodless, and anyone with eyes could see that he was probably seriously injured internally!
"I can't die!"
Xi Fenglie gritted his teeth and replied, raising his sleeve to fiercely wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Both of them looked very grim as they gazed at Emperor Beizun across from them.
However, Di Beizun remained standing leisurely, the curved sword in his hand gleaming with a black, cold light, looking incredibly eerie. Xi Fenglie knew very well that the swordsmanship displayed by this curved sword was enough to make people feel terrified!
The difference in strength between the two sides during the recent battle was quite obvious. With his current martial arts skills, he was no match for Emperor Beizun. He had long heard that Emperor Beizun's martial arts were unfathomable, and Xifeng Lie was confident that he was one of the top experts on the grasslands. However, he never expected that he would be so...
Sikong Jin was the same!
No, Di Beizun's skills are far superior to Sikong Jin's!
Xi Fenglie never expected to be defeated by these two people in a row. The one who injured him last time was Sikong Jin, and this time it was Di Beizun. It seems that the situation this time is not much better than last time!
Tuoba Yu's face was also somber. He stared at Di Beizun with a heavy gaze, but the image of Sikong Jin kept flashing before his eyes, and he felt utterly defeated.
Ah Jin, shouldn't the person you follow be like this?
Otherwise, how could you so readily disregard Emperor Dayong's orders and cooperate so readily with his attack? And even send troops south to assist him?
Thinking this, Tuoba Yu felt another sharp pain in his chest, and the metallic taste that had been suppressed in his throat surged up again. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a pang in his heart at this moment. This feeling made him want to kill uncontrollably. Thinking this, he swung his cold sword, leaped onto his horse, and charged towards the battlefield ahead.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Beizun let out a disdainful sneer.
With your meager qualifications, what ability do you have to compete with me?
You think you're worthy of having Ajin return to the Heavenly Saint Imperial City with you? You exude weakness from head to toe, yet you dare to challenge me?
The noble and aloof Emperor Bei suddenly felt that he should defeat these two guys in front of Sikong Jin and let her know that only he, Emperor Bei Zun, was worthy of her!
Mo Ran withdrew his gaze and looked at Xi Fenglie, whose face was equally ugly, and said coldly, "Crown Prince Xi Feng, do you want to have a few more moves with me? Everyone says your Eagle Master is powerful, but I think he's nothing special."
With a detached tone tinged with arrogance, Xi Fenglie followed Di Beizun's gaze and saw that his Eagle Division was already locked in battle with the Di Bei Third Legion under General Feng Yang. In the blink of an eye, countless figures fell as battle blades flashed. The bugle call of the Great Zhou army sounded, and amidst the flashing blades, the soldiers of the Great Zhou army charged forward like madmen, disregarding everything. The Great Zhou's Thunderclap Battle Formation was advancing step by step, and the allied soldiers were already unable to resist and instinctively retreated!