Finding an opening, Su Yue attacked with an incredibly bizarre slash. Like a venomous snake biting at your life gate, just like that, another Fifth-Grade lost his life.
"Too weak!"
Su Yue shook his head, using the fallen’s robe, he wiped his long sword.
Compared to the Fifth-Grade prisoners from Shenchu City, they are truly weak.
Is it because of the Tuyue Warriors?
Suddenly, Su Yue realized.
Indeed.
If there are Suicide Squad members like the Tuyue Warriors in the team, these rear Martial Artists had no need to risk their lives.
Battle instincts are often realized in states of life and death; it’s an instinct no master can teach.
This has nothing to do with elixirs!
"Next!"
Having seen through the truth of the Jing Niao City’s Martial Artists, Su Yue became more confident in himself.
The next Fifth-Grade, trembling and terrified, stepped forward, already scared out of his wits.
Facing a Martial Artist with no fighting spirit, Su Yue casually slew him.
The moves were full of flaws, the spirit was dazed.
Dare to go to the battlefield in this state?
Ridiculous!
...
Within Jing Niao City, aside from some special posts, all the Fifth-Grade Commanders in the combat camps were gathered.
Some Fifth-Grades were even still sleeping, and were dragged up by Grandmasters while dreaming.
After word of mouth transmission, this group of Fifth-Grades finally learned of the war outside. Some started to panic, but no one dared to flee.
"Is the Divine Elder asking us to die this time?"
A Commander’s heart was pounding wildly.
He was just an initial Fifth-Grade, having just made a breakthrough yesterday.
It was supposed to be a happy occasion.
But who would have thought they’d encounter a powerful challenger today.
Injustice!
This Fifth-Grade wished he could immediately fall back to the Fourth-Grade.
He hadn’t even had the chance to celebrate his promotion, the most tragically unlucky Fifth-Grade in history.
"Hmph, leaning on the Tuyue Warriors to risk their lives, lazing and being spoiled behind the scenes.
"Today, the Divine Elder has ordered, that Hong Guo must kill 100 of you, line up to die now!"
The Seventh-Grade Camp General rebuked angrily.
This bunch of idiots, the more he looked at them, the more infuriated he became, no wonder the Divine Elder was enraged.
"What should we do? General, save us!
"My third uncle is the City Lord Heiye, have him think of a way."
A finely dressed Fifth-Grade Commander stepped forward.
He was at the peak of Fifth-Grade, though still Fifth-Grade, he usually was on brotherly terms with Sixth-Grade Grandmasters, and even familiar with the Seventh-Grade Camp General.
No choice, being the City Lord’s nephew, everyone had to give him some consideration.
"It’s useless.
"Jing Niao City lost such face this time, being slayed by a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist with one strike each, the Divine Elder is furious, even the City Lord Heiye got slapped.
"But don’t be too disheartened.
"Hong Guo is still a Fourth-Grade, his Qi Blood and Spiritual Power are limited. We estimate that when he has killed more than 20 Martial Artists, he will start to tire.
"You are participating in a wheel war, eventually one of you will be able to kill him!"
Another Camp General motivated the troops.
"Why not let the Tuyue Warriors fight?
"They can self-destruct directly, dragging him down to death!"
Another Fifth-Grade stood up and asked.
This too was a connection, an eighth-grade Deputy City Lord’s grandson.
"You wish.
"Hong Guo’s master is Mo Kai, he’s a Ninth-Grade. Do you think Mo Kai would allow the Tuyue Warriors to fight?
"The Tuyue Warriors’ strongest role is to self-destruct in melee chaos, their dueling abilities aren’t even on par with a Fourth-Grade. Yet Hong Guo, that beast is extremely fast, even if the Tuyue Warriors self-destruct, they can hardly affect him.
"Also, are you really all that stupid?
"This time Elder Cangji’s face was disgraced, he wants to purify Jing Niao City’s cultivation atmosphere.
"You didn’t know to stay vigilant in peaceful times, constantly living in the shadow of the Tuyue Warriors’ comfort, now the retribution has finally come.
"If any one of you could fight bravely, would you end up being blocked at the door by a Fourth-Grade and killed?"
The Camp General yelled angrily.
Hating iron for not becoming steel.
This is the chronic problem of Jing Niao City.
In Jing Niao City, lower-grade battles had the Tuyue Warriors, ordinary Martial Artists harbored little intentions.
They wouldn’t waste time on battle techniques, only when they broke through to Grandmaster would they start to train in Grandmaster methods.
But who would have thought that today a Hong Guo appeared, shattering Jing Niao City’s façade, finally incensing Cangji.
Serves them right ultimately.
"Everyone, draw lots!"
Then, a Sixth-Grade stepped forward, throwing down a pile of wooden sticks.
The wooden sticks had numbers, but were covered with mud. Whatever number you draw, that’s your lot.
Today’s lottery, no connections involved, no one can escape. It was the mandate of Divine Elder Cangji.
...
Under the city wall.
Su Yue had already killed 12 Fifth-Grades.
And in Mo Kai’s choice beast hide, there were 12 more Heiye Pills.
It was obvious.
The face of City Lord Heiye was very unpleasant, as if he had been severely ill.
Cangji was gritting his teeth in anger.
Useless.
All a bunch of useless, all were slain in one strike, and not even one could withstand a second strike.
How useless they must be.
Clearly a wheel battle, yet the opponent managed to take the upper hand.
Absurd indeed.
Flap flap!
Mo Kai was smiling, sarcastically watching Cangji.
At this moment, the crow on his shoulder flew towards Su Yue.
"Mo Kai, what’s with this crow?"
Cangji flicked his fingers, about to kill the crow.
Pop!
However, the Qi Blood he flicked out was blocked by Mo Kai.
"This is my disciple’s pet, it’s looking for its master, do you have to intervene?
"Cangji, have you become foolish with anger? Afraid of a crow without even any grade?"
Mo Kai mocked in a sarcastic tone.
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