“Hmph, don’t agree? How about we rely on our own abilities?” Ran Xiong threatened coldly in the grand tent.
“You…”
The generals of the Xueyu Dynasty and the Feisha Dynasty were immediately speechless, because they knew that if they relied on their own abilities, their countries might not even get a single state.
“On the battlefield, strength speaks. How dare you two scoundrels haggle with this marshal? Go back and tell your marshals that your two countries can only occupy the northwestern five states of the Xihui Dynasty. If you dare to cross the boundary, I will make you pay five states.”
Ran Xiong threatened forcefully.
“Five states?”
The generals of the Feisha Dynasty and the Xueyu Dynasty were both shocked and angry. Just because they questioned a few words, Ran Xiong actually snatched away half of the land. What was even more detestable was that the other party gave an odd number of states, which was clearly imitating the “two peaches kill three scholars,” and their intentions were extremely malicious.
“What? Too much? Then three states.”
The generals of the Feisha Dynasty and the Xueyu Dynasty completely surrendered and dared not make a sound anymore.
“Very good, then it’s happily decided.”
Ran Xiong smiled with satisfaction.
“Marshal, our Marshal said that no matter who the empress of the Xihui Dynasty sends to negotiate, no matter what conditions she offers, you must absolutely not agree,”
The goat-bearded general of the Gaosheng Kingdom reminded him again.
“I’m not stupid. Why would I only eat the edges and corners when I can eat the whole piece of fatty meat in one bite?”
Ran Xiong flicked his cloak and turned to sit down.
“Yes, before, the Marshal ordered us to kill the envoy of the Xihui Dynasty, which was to dispel the Empress’s idea of negotiating. Just a young lady, who would dare to send someone here to negotiate now?”
The general on the left of the Beiling Kingdom beside him mocked.
Even if she took her subordinates and ministers, would she dare? If the Xihui Dynasty had any civil or military officials who were not afraid of death, the army would not have been so vulnerable.
The general on the right also kicked him while he was down.
Qi Huang really couldn’t stand it anymore. Her figure instantly appeared outside the marshal’s tent, and then she said, “I dare!”
“Who? Stop!”
Several guards outside the marshal’s tent were greatly alarmed and rushed forward with their long spears.
Qi Huang walked towards the marshal’s tent as if she hadn’t seen them. The guards rushing forward exploded without warning, flesh and blood flying everywhere, covering the ground.
Qi Huang’s footsteps did not stop. Her spiritual sense protected her, and not a drop of blood could get within three feet of her.
Qi Huang lifted the tent curtain and saw that the generals inside were looking at her with weapons in hand, as if facing a great enemy.
“Who are you? Why did you trespass into this marshal’s camp?”
Ran Xiong asked with a frown.
“National Preceptor of the Xihui Dynasty… Li Die, the Li from Zhang San Li Si, looking at people… your father’s ‘father’.”
Qi Huang introduced herself as usual.
“Someone from the Xihui Dynasty trespassed into our army’s great camp and even dared to provoke us. You are seeking death!”
The left and right generals were furious and rushed forward with several deputy generals. They did not think at all why the person in front of them appeared so abruptly at the entrance of the grand tent.
Ran Xiong did not stop them. He wanted to see how much skill this so-called National Preceptor of the Xihui Dynasty had.
In the cultivation world, warriors were also divided into six levels, from low to high: third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, Grandmaster, Legend, and Myth. These two generals could be promoted to such high positions on the battlefield, and it was impossible to do so without powerful strength, relying solely on luck.
As expected, the left and right generals of the Beiling Kingdom were both late-stage Grandmaster realm warriors, equivalent to the late-stage Huashen realm of cultivators. As for the other deputy generals, they were all first-rate warriors, equivalent to the Guiyi realm of cultivators.
In short, these generals were extremely powerful. If the opponent was not a Shentong realm cultivator or a Legend realm warrior, they would absolutely have no room to struggle.
What a pity! Qi Huang’s strength far surpassed the so-called Shentong realm cultivators. These clamoring generals were no better than flies buzzing around in her eyes, and could be dealt with with just a glance.
Qi Huang’s spiritual sense suddenly emerged from her body, surging forward like a stormy sea towards the enemy generals in front of her. The space along the way was slightly distorted, as if a river had appeared out of thin air.
“Puchi! Puchi!”
With a series of explosions, the generals couldn’t even cry out before their bodies suddenly burst like ripe watermelons, with red and white matter splattering.
Ran Xiong’s expression changed slightly, and the generals behind him were greatly alarmed, retreating one after another, their facial features contorted in terror.
“What a powerful spiritual sense, are you a mid-to-late stage Shentong realm cultivator?”
Ran Xiong calmed himself and asked.
“You have quite a bit of courage, but as a general, you should understand one thing: the calmer you appear in front of the enemy, the easier it is to die, because no one is willing to let the tiger return to the mountains!”
Qi Huang raised her chin slightly.
“I’m not short on courage, and neither are you. The Immortal Alliance strictly prohibits cultivators under its banner from participating in the disputes of secular countries. If you interfere like this, you probably won’t escape punishment, right?”
Ran Xiong reminded her calmly.
“Is this what you are relying on? Unfortunately, the Immortal Alliance’s ban only has coercive power over cultivators of the Immortal Alliance. As a rogue cultivator, I don’t need to abide by it.”
Qi Huang replied casually.
“A real rogue cultivator? With your strength, if you don’t come from some super immortal sect or cultivation family, no one would believe it, right?”
Ran Xiong questioned.
“Perhaps, but you are not qualified to know.”
Qi Huang sneered and shook her head, then commanded, “This National Preceptor does not want to go on a killing spree. Now, take your army and roll back into the Beiling Kingdom, and then have your emperor prepare to sign the letter of surrender.”
“The National Preceptor wants to persuade hundreds of thousands of our Beiling Kingdom’s soldiers to surrender by himself?”
Ran Xiong asked incredulously.
“You are mistaken. It’s not just the Beiling Kingdom, but also the other three countries. Get back into your territory immediately, otherwise, if I change my mind, you might not be able to return.”
Qi Huang commanded.
“How arrogant! What exactly are you relying on to say such things?”
“Yes, do you know how many people are in the armies of our four countries combined? There are as many as millions. No matter how strong you are, can you fight against a million on your own? Do you think you are a Heavenly Punishment Realm expert?”
“I think you should be the one to go back and have your empress prepare the dowry and wait for the emperor of our Gaosheng Kingdom to favor you.”
The other generals, in their extreme anger, also forgot their fear.
“Let this preceptor reveal the mask on your face. I’d like to see who exactly you are.”
As Ran Xiong’s voice fell, he stomped his thick right foot and charged towards Qi Huang like a wild bull. Although he was full of strength, he was not slow at all. The hard ground cracked with his every step, and dust flew everywhere.
Ran Xiong closed in, and the saber in his hand smoothly lifted, cutting through the air like cutting tofu, forming a huge crescent-shaped cold light that slashed down at Qi Huang. Both the power and speed were dozens of times faster than those of the previous generals. It was obvious that his strength was a notch higher.
As expected, as the Grand Marshal of the Beiling Kingdom, his martial cultivation had reached the mid-Legend realm, equivalent to the mid-Shentong realm in the cultivation world.
Moreover, Ran Xiong still had a trump card. Before the saber fell, a heart-palpitating killing intent erupted from his body, violently impacting Qi Huang. As the Grand Marshal of the three armies, the number of people who died directly or indirectly by his hand was close to a million. It was not strange that he could comprehend killing intent! And killing intent was precisely the nemesis of a cultivator’s spiritual sense.
As long as this person’s cultivation has not reached the Heavenly Punishment Realm, I will have a chance to win!
Ran Xiong thought this way, which was why he was so calm.
‘Killing intent?’
Qi Huang contemptuously raised the corner of her mouth. If her spirit soul had not been assimilated before, she might have been a little afraid. But now, this thing was as good as nothing to her.
Qi Huang completely ignored the killing intent. With a thought, the Cicada Wing Sword flashed before her eyes and gracefully dodged her body.
The survivors in the tent were waiting for a shocking duel, when suddenly Ran Xiong’s footsteps became stiff, and then his left foot tripped over his right foot. His sturdy body fell forward due to inertia, and his face was rubbed against the ground, leaving behind a large patch of blood.
The generals’ eyes widened in astonishment, completely unable to understand what had happened. They looked closely and found that a circle of blood was rapidly expanding on Ran Xiong’s left chest. A wound as thin as cicada’s wings had penetrated from his chest to his back, and his heart had clearly been pierced.
Although Ran Xiong was extremely strong, he was still a warrior, and his life soul was not much stronger than that of an ordinary person. Therefore, as soon as his life soul emerged from his body, it was wiped out by the Heavenly Dao, and he didn’t even have a chance to beg for mercy.
‘Instantly killed a Legend realm warrior?’
The survivors’ eyes widened like copper bells, their pupils trembling violently.
