xymnovel Chapter 791 A Decisive Strike!
Chapter 791 A Decisive Strike!
Almost simultaneously, Li Cunxiao casually waved his other hand, and Bi Yan's claw, like a snake emerging from its body, hurtled straight at Wen Chou with a sharp, whistling sound.
Upon seeing this, Wen Chou instinctively thrust out his spear, attempting to block the fatal blow.
However, Li Cunxiao's Bi Yanzha seemed to have a spirit, deftly dodging the spear and instead circling around to Wen Chou's ribs, where the iron pen, like a sword, suddenly pierced in.
"Pfft!"
Ugly's body was pierced by Bi Yan's claws, and blood gushed out, staining his battle robe red.
He stared wide-eyed at the bloody hole in his chest, as if he couldn't believe that it had all happened so quickly and so suddenly.
His body suddenly went limp, and he slowly collapsed on his warhorse, the light in his eyes gradually dimming until they turned into a deathly silence.
Yan Liang and Wen Chou, two capable henchmen of the Yuan family, were turned into two corpses on the battlefield with Li Cunxiao's casual touch. Their deaths were so tragic that they were unbearable to look at. However, Li Cunxiao seemed to have done something insignificant, and his face remained completely calm.
The battlefield was deathly silent. Everyone was stunned speechless by the sudden turn of events, and the morale of Yuan's army plummeted instantly.
Meanwhile, Yuan Shao watched helplessly as Yuan Hong died at the hands of Li Cunxiao, and the grief and despair in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
He roared, trying to break through the obstruction of the soldiers around him and rush to avenge Yuan Hong.
At this moment, Yuan Shao, who had already realized that he was at his wit's end, had bloodshot eyes and a distorted face, completely losing the calm and composure he used to have as a scion of a powerful family.
"Yuan Hong! My brother!"
Yuan Shao's voice was hoarse, filled with endless sorrow. He struggled, but ultimately could not break free from the soldiers' obstruction.
His personal guards held him back tightly, preventing him from going to his death. At this moment, Yuan Shao had long lost his mind, and rushing forward would only result in a futile sacrifice.
A brief silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by the neighing of warhorses and the swirling dust, which sounded particularly jarring.
The soldiers in Yuan's army stared blankly at Yuan Hong's corpse. He had once been their god of war, but now he lay quietly in a pool of blood, lifeless.
Yuan Hong's death meant that the Yuan family had lost its last pillar of support.
However, in the midst of this silence, Yuan Shao suddenly straightened his back, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy, as if he had already made a major decision.
"Young men of the Yuan family, heed my command!"
Although Yuan Shao's voice was hoarse, it was exceptionally firm. He looked around, his eyes filled with determination.
"None of the sons of the Yuan family have ever been cowards who fear death! Today, it is simply a matter of dying; let us fight to the death!"
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his grief and anger, and then roared loudly.
Faced with an impending crisis and reaching the end of the road, Yuan Shao, once a prominent young member of the Yuan family, was now facing a crisis.
Ultimately, he still displayed the qualities of a powerful ruler who, at the end of the Han Dynasty, swallowed up Hebei, controlled half of the country, and dominated the world.
"kill!"
With Yuan Shao's final command, his personal guards charged once again toward Li Cunxiao's Flying Tiger Cavalry.
They knew this was a battle they were destined to die in, but having received generations of great kindness from the Yuan family, they had no way out!
The battle cries rang out once more. Yuan Shao charged ahead, sword in hand, towards Li Cunxiao, his eyes filled with determination and hatred, as if he wanted to vent all his grief and anger on Li Cunxiao.
He knew very well that his strength was far inferior to that of Li Cunxiao, who was able to kill Yuan Hong single-handedly, but he still charged forward without hesitation.
At this point, death is the only option left!
It's true that Yuan Shao was afraid of death, but when he was forced into a desperate situation, he didn't lack the courage to make a final stand!
Facing Yuan Shao, who suddenly rose up and charged towards him, Li Cunxiao merely curled his lips into a cold smile.
He then gently raised the Yuwang Spear in his hand. As Yuan Shao's sword light approached, Li Cunxiao simply swung it casually, and the bronze Yuwang Spear collided with the longsword.
With a clang, Yuan Shao's longsword shattered instantly, shards flying everywhere.
Yu Wang's spear easily shattered the longsword, then continued forward, aiming straight for Yuan Shao's chest.
Yuan Shao felt a tremendous force coming from him, and his body was involuntarily sent flying backward.
He tumbled through the air, blood spurting from his mouth and splashing onto his battle robe, looking particularly glaring.
However, even so, Yuan Shao did not give up.
He endured the excruciating pain and staggered to his feet, rushing towards Li Cunxiao once again.
But Li Cunxiao had already lost patience. He snorted coldly and swung out the Yuwang Spear with a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight for Yuan Shao's head.
Yuan Shao felt a blur before his eyes, and then an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his entire body.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the approaching Yu King's Spear grow ever closer, his heart filled with despair.
"boom!"
The Yu King's spear slammed heavily into Yuan Shao's body, producing a deafening roar.
Yuan Shao's body was instantly smashed to pieces, and blood rained down, staining the surrounding land red.
The soldiers in Yuan's army looked at Yuan Shao's corpse, their hearts filled with numbness. Yuan Shao's death meant that the Yuan family was completely finished.
Even so, not one of them retreated. Instead, they continued to charge towards the Flying Tiger Cavalry, using their lives to uphold the last vestige of the Yuan family's dignity.
...
At the same time, just as the Flying Tiger Cavalry, led by Xiong Kuohai, were slaughtering the Yuan family and the last remaining forces of the powerful clans of Yanzhou.
Qiao Shefei, who had been following behind the Flying Tiger Cavalry, also stood on a high ground behind Li Cunxiao and the others, staring intently at the figure in the center of the battlefield.
Li Cunxiao, this young general who had just entered the military, was like an ancient god descending to earth. He exuded a thick and solid aura, and his imposing presence even made Qiao Shefei, who had already been promoted to the God of War, feel terrified.
Yuan Hong was a renowned general in Yanzhou, possessing an exceptionally strong and solid aura, whose strength far surpassed his own.
At this moment, however, he was as vulnerable as a child under Li Cunxiao's command, and died directly at the hands of this young general.
Qiao Shefei's heart went from initial amazement to numbness, his emotions fluctuating wildly, until finally only one thought remained: thankfully this beast is one of his own!
Otherwise, once he thought about this terrifying war god as his opponent, he wasn't even sure if he would have the courage to swing his sword at him if he encountered him on the battlefield!
Having been discovered by Meng Zhang from among millions of Yellow Turban soldiers, he had experienced the decisive battle between the Yellow Turban army and the Great Qian army in Luzhou.
But he had never seen such terrifying fighting power before. The oppressive feeling emanating from Li Cunxiao made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Where exactly did this Li Cunxiao come from? How come there wasn't a single clue about him before?"
Qiao Shefei muttered to himself, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.