xymnovel Chapter 275 Capturing the King!
Chapter 275 Capturing the King!
"kill!"
The white tiger roared again, its protective aura flashing like a white lightning bolt.
They instantly traversed the battlefield and rapidly approached the command platform of the "Dragon and Serpent Heavenly Might Formation".
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the Qi-infused White Tiger crashed into the command platform of the "Dragon and Snake Heavenly Might Formation".
The entire command platform collapsed instantly, scattering fragments everywhere.
With a deafening roar, Prince Qi's command platform collapsed amidst a cloud of dust.
The massive stones and timbers kicked up a cloud of dust as they collapsed, as if harbingering an apocalyptic storm.
In this sudden turn of events, Prince Qi fled in a disheveled state, surrounded by his personal guards.
His crown was askew, his hair was disheveled and plastered to his face, and his once magnificent battle robes were now tattered and covered with dust and gravel.
His hair fell messily across his forehead, obscuring his once majestic and profound eyes.
At this moment, Prince Qi was no longer as composed and calm as before; his face was filled with panic and helplessness.
His face was pale, and his eyes revealed deep fear and resentment.
Those guards who were usually so respectful to him disregarded etiquette at this moment.
They surrounded him closely, forming a human barrier to shield him from dangers from all sides.
Prince Qi regained his footing amidst the chaos, his eyes wide open as if trying to find a glimmer of hope in the turmoil.
He suddenly swung his hand and drew the sword he always carried.
That sword once accompanied him on the battlefield, witnessing his glory and triumph.
At this moment, it will become his last weapon in his desperate resistance.
Prince Qi kept brandishing his sword, the blade flashing as if to cleave the dark sky.
His eyes gleamed with an indomitable light, as if he were using his last strength to wage a desperate battle against fate.
However, at this critical moment, a white figure flashed across the battlefield like lightning, heading straight for Prince Qi.
It was Baihu who appeared; his presence was like a breath of fresh air, instantly washing away the bloodshed and chaos on the battlefield.
The white tiger moved with agility, each step as precise as if it had been measured.
His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were fixed on Prince Qi's figure.
He did not rush to attack, but approached Prince Qi at an almost unbelievable speed, as if toying with his prey.
Although Prince Qi was in a sorry state, his basic combat skills as the ruler of a province still made him feel the approach of the White Tiger.
He brandished his sword, trying to fend off the sudden attack.
However, Baihu's movements were too fast; before his sword could even touch Baihu's body, it was easily dodged.
Immediately afterwards, the white tiger stretched out its arm with astonishing speed and grabbed Prince Qi's wrist.
Prince Qi felt a tremendous force come over him, causing his arm to instantly lose all feeling.
He looked at the white tiger in horror, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
The White Tiger gave Prince Qi no chance to resist.
With a sharp twist of his wrist, he snatched the sword from Prince Qi's hand.
At this moment, Prince Qi had completely lost the ability to resist and could only let the white tiger do as it pleased.
Now at full power, with his combat strength soaring to over 140, Baihu subdued Prince Qi with just one move.
The movements were swift and clean, giving Prince Qi no chance to catch his breath.
Prince Qi lay on the ground with disheveled hair, his eyes revealing endless fear and helplessness.
This was once a powerful and ruthless figure.
At this moment, however, they were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless to fight back.
With Prince Qi subdued and captured alive by the White Tiger in one move, the Qi army soldiers who had been struggling to maintain the "Dragon and Snake Heavenly Might Formation" around him...
After witnessing this scene with my own eyes, I felt an indescribable surge of grief, indignation, and passion.
The original fear, anger, and resentment erupted like a volcanic eruption.
They seemed to be instantly ignited with fighting spirit, rushing towards the command platform like madmen, attempting to wrest their king back from the White Tiger's grasp.
At this point, Qi Jun was no longer the well-trained and disciplined elite force, but a group of warriors driven to madness by anger and despair.
Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they wanted to destroy anything that stood in their way.
"Rescue the King!"
Someone shouted, and the shout immediately resonated among the Qi army.
The surrounding Qi soldiers brandished their weapons and charged toward the command platform with shouts.
Their steps were heavy yet firm, and their eyes were filled with determination.
However, at this critical moment, another powerful army appeared on the battlefield.
Those were the White Horse Cavalry, who maintained the military formation on the other side of the battlefield, condensing the military Dharma Image—the White Dragon Dharma Image.
Led by Zhao Yun, they snaked their way in like a giant dragon and quickly approached the command platform.
The soldiers of the White Horse Cavalry were dressed in white armor and rode white horses.
Their arrival was like a storm on a snowfield, giving people a feeling of fierceness and unstoppable force.
Zhao Yun took the lead, his spear roaring like a dragon's cry, leading the White Horse Cavalry into the Qi army's camp.
At this moment, the White Tiger did not stop either. He and the White Horse Cavalry cooperated perfectly, and the two great Dharma forms, the dragon and the tiger, displayed great power on the battlefield.
The white dragon image formed by the White Horse Cavalry hovered and danced in the air.
The dragon scales gleamed with a cold light, and with each swing of its claws, a powerful aura emanated, easily tearing enemies to shreds.
Qi Jun appeared extremely vulnerable under the combined attack of these two Dharma Ministers, and their formation was instantly torn apart.
Countless Qi soldiers fell one after another.
At that moment, the soldiers who were trying to rescue Prince Qi felt an unprecedented sense of despair and fear.
They watched their comrades fall one by one, filled with a sense of helplessness.
However, Qi Jun did not give up, and some people still resisted stubbornly.
Some brave soldiers stepped forward to try to stop the attack of the White Tiger and White Horse Cavalry.
But in the face of these two great Dharma forms, their resistance seemed so weak and powerless.
Whenever someone tries to rush towards the command platform, they are easily defeated by the White Tiger or the White Dragon.
The battlefield was filled with the heavy stench of blood and dust, and the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined to create a tragic symphony.
Although the soldiers of Qi Jun were incredibly brave, they were utterly helpless against the combined attack of Bai Hu and Bai Ma Yi Cong.
As time went on, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly clear.
Qi Jun was no longer able to withstand the fierce attack of Bai Hu and Bai Ma Yi Contingent.
The two worked together more and more seamlessly, and the two great Dharma forms, one dragon and one tiger, were invincible on the battlefield.
The Qi army soldiers were like lambs to the slaughter in front of them, powerless to fight back.
As time went on, Qi Jun's offensive gradually weakened, while the offensive of Baihu and Baima Yicong became increasingly fierce.
Their formation was completely disrupted, and many of the scattered Qi soldiers fled in all directions.
The open space around the command platform was already piled high with the corpses of Qi soldiers.
The ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
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