CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 211: DESTROY THE XUAN SNAKE CLAN_1

"General, we shall meet again!" Wen Chuanxue declared. Watching the Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers being slaughtered, he felt a bitterness he couldn’t express, as if he’d swallowed a bitter pill. Deciding that what he didn’t see wouldn’t trouble him, he gave Xiang Yu a cupped-fist salute and turned to leave.

The Sky Wolf King and the Xuan Serpent King were killed.

If things worsen, both tribes might even face annihilation. He wondered if the Kylin Holy Land would hold them accountable, and if the Langya Sect would be punished.

Xiang Yu paid no mind to Wen Chuanxue’s departure. Given his temperament in his past life, he would never have let him go. But now, as a subject of the Qin Dynasty, he had to prioritize the broader situation and act according to the imperial court’s commands.

"Damn humans! This elder will fight you to the death!"

"Let’s all be destroyed together!"

"The Heavenly Wolf Tribe is eternal! The Heavenly Wolf Tribe will endure forever!"

"My King, your subordinate is coming to join you..."

Four Heavenly Wolf Tribe elders roared, their faces contorted with savagery. The Essence Blood within them surged and burned, and their colossal bodies, wreathed in bloody light, launched ferocious attacks.

Wolves were pack creatures, known for avenging any slight!

Witnessing the Sky Wolf King’s death had pushed their killing intent towards Xiang Yu to its zenith, causing them to lose all reason.

"Courting death!"

Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowed into a cruel smile. Hoisting his Spear of the Tyrant, he strode forward, reappearing behind the four Heavenly Wolf Tribe elders at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, and launched a fatal strike.

Against such absolute power, the four Heavenly Wolf Tribe elders had no chance to retaliate. Even burning their Essence Blood was futile.

Four mists of blood testified to Xiang Yu’s formidable might!

The Wolf King perished!

The Elders died!

This plunged the Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers into despair. They howled at the sky, their sorrow immense and tragic.

They did not flee. The noble blood of the wolf tribe forbade retreat. Each one, embracing death, launched a final, desperate attack.

To die on the battlefield is the most honorable way for a soldier to die!

This placed the soldiers of the Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry under considerable pressure. The most terrifying army is one that does not fear death. The Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers, now driven to madness, completely abandoned defense, their attacks surging like a relentless, crashing tide.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

But the Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry was not to be trifled with. They quickly adapted to the Heavenly Wolf Tribe’s assault, unleashing even more terrifying power. Bolstered by their military spirit, they pressed their charge relentlessly.

「Six hours later」

The sun dipped below the western horizon, fresh blood reflecting the fading sunset clouds. The sounds of fierce battle in the valley gradually subsided. Of the million Heavenly Wolf Tribe soldiers, only a few tens of thousands still fought on in desperate resistance.

The valley was strewn with corpses, the air thick with the sanguine aura of slaughter, and the spirits of the slain had nowhere to rest.

Trickling blood converged into streams, flowing out from the far end of the gorge, dyeing the loess, the brown stones, and the green grass red, as if to turn the vibrant, colorful world into a monochrome canvas.

Xiang Yu, mounted on his Black Zebra, stood atop a mountain peak, facing the setting sun, silently admiring the world as it prepared for slumber.

"General, all enemies have been annihilated!"

After an unknown time, as stars began to dot the sky, a soldier rode up on a blood lion, his report tinged with exhaustion.

His hair, face, and clothes were all stained a blackened crimson, exuding a potent stench of blood. His voice, extraordinarily cold, was like a summons from Death itself.

"Let the men rest. Tomorrow, we eliminate the Xuan Serpent Tribe’s elites!" Xiang Yu commanded softly.

Today’s battle was merely a preliminary test. He was satisfied with the outcome but not content. He needed a more resilient whetstone to forge the Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry into the world’s sharpest blade.

"Yes, General!" the soldier replied with fervent zeal.

After this battle, he clearly felt he had grown stronger. This convinced him that following Xiang Yu would lead to a profound transformation and a brilliant future.

In the world of martial artists, people revered the strong, but they idolized even more those who could make them stronger!

The thought of dying in the process didn’t enter their minds. A martial artist’s life was one constantly lived on a blade’s edge; disaster could strike at any moment.

As night fell, the soldiers of the Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry did not rest. After washing the bloodstains from their bodies, they all sat cross-legged in meditation, comprehending the insights gained from the war. Many experienced breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Thousands of miles away on a plain, the Xuan Serpent Tribe’s army was shrouded in an eerie silence. Five elders paced back and forth, restless and anxious.

It had been more than half a day since the Xuan Serpent King left this afternoon. Why hadn’t he returned yet?

"Elders, terrible news!"

A panicked voice cut through the night’s stillness. The scout dispatched to investigate had returned, collapsing to the ground, his expression distraught.

"What happened?" the five elders exchanged uneasy glances and quickly inquired.

"Elders, the Sky Wolf King suffered a devastating attack from the Qin Dynasty and sustained grievous losses! Our King went to his aid but was also no match for the Qin forces... he... he’s never coming back..." the scout stammered, his voice choked with sobs. After finishing his report, he wept uncontrollably, his cries filled with utter desolation.

The five Xuan Serpent Tribe elders staggered back several steps, their minds reeling. It took them a long moment to recover.

"Are you saying... our King... he has fallen?" the elder in the center asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes!"

...

The sky had fallen for the Xuan Serpent Tribe!

"Retreat! Quickly, retreat!" the elder who had just spoken commanded urgently. The Qin Dynasty had killed the Xuan Serpent King. Their next step would undoubtedly be an attack on the Xuan Serpent Tribe’s main army. Their only chance of survival lay in retreating to their tribal lands and utilizing the Great Serpent Formation.

The bewildered Xuan Serpent Tribe soldiers, though filled with questions, formed neat ranks and began their retreat to their tribal homeland.

「The sun rose.」

The army, nearly a million strong, returned to the Snake Domain and immediately activated the formation. A phantasmal Xuan Serpent, tens of thousands of feet long, coiled over the Wilderness Mountains, emanating an icy aura.

"Elder, what happened?" a general couldn’t help but ask. They had been on the verge of reaching the Great Light border, only to be hastily recalled to their tribal lands, causing widespread unease.

"Alas! Our tribe faces a crisis of extinction!" the elder sighed deeply, his face grave. He dared not reveal that the Xuan Serpent King had fallen.

BOOM!

His words had barely faded when, in the distance, a pillar of blood-red light connecting heaven and earth appeared, rapidly approaching. The very air in the Void turned chillingly murderous.

"What is that?"

The Xuan Serpent Tribe soldiers, their faces grim, silently tightened their grip on their weapons, bracing for battle.

「An hour later.」

The Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry arrived outside Snake Ridge, exuding a terrifying, murderous aura. The ’Qin’ banner fluttered in the wind, majestic and imposing.

"Give the order! Prepare for battle!" the Xuan Serpent Tribe elder commanded solemnly.

He made no attempt to negotiate, not even mentioning the Xuan Serpent King’s tragic death at Qin’s hands. From the sheer aura of the Qin army, he sensed their absolute intent to kill.

This battle was inevitable. It was a fight they had to face, with no escape!

"Kill!" Xiang Yu ordered indifferently, glancing at Snake Ridge. Indeed, a perfect whetstone. He hoped they wouldn’t disappoint him.

"Kill!"

The Tyrant’s Iron Cavalry roared and charged, materializing the Tyrant’s Military Spirit. Spears thrust out, slashing towards the phantasmal Xuan Serpent.

Two auras, far surpassing that of a First-Rank Saint King, swept through the vast sea of trees!

Countless ancient trees were uprooted!

Countless patches of turf were ripped from the ground!

Countless animals met a gruesome end!

In the blink of an eye, this once scenic land was reduced to utter ruin, saturated with an aura of destruction.