Countless barbarian soldiers watched in horror as the colossal, sky-piercing blood-red swords descended upon them.
In the next moment
Boom! Boom!
Two deafening explosions echoed across the battlefield.
Instantly, two massive blood-colored chasms, each spanning several hundred meters, tore through the ranks of the enemy. Tens of thousands of barbarians were reduced to nothing but blood and flesh, their bodies obliterated. The impact of the strikes left behind enormous craters, now filled with a gruesome mixture of blood and mutilated remains.
As the swords landed, waves of formidable blood energy surged outward in all directions.
The surrounding barbarian soldiers, along with their warhorses, were swept up like leaves in a storm, sent flying in all directions.
It was a scene of utter annihilation.
"The Soul of the Army Battle Formation..."
"A combined attack that reaches the power of a divine ability… not bad."
"As the strength of our Qin warriors increases, as their blood energy grows stronger, the might of this formation will only become more terrifying."
Watching the combined strike of Meng Wu and Li Mu who had harnessed the blood energy of the entire army Zhao Feng nodded in satisfaction.
In the future, as the Qin warriors became stronger, they would inevitably clash with immortals and gods. Although the individual soldiers of Qin might not match cultivators in raw power, the Soul of the Army Battle Formation could more than makeup for the difference.
"Right now, this formation gathers blood energy. Once the army has fully mastered it, I will use the Celestial Mirror to refine it further allowing them to gather true essence and killing intent! The results will be beyond imagination."
Zhao Feng's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"So this is the power of the Soul of the Army Battle Formation…"
"With just one strike, at least ten thousand enemy soldiers have perished!"
"It's too powerful!"
At this moment, both Li Mu and Meng Wu stared in awe at the blood-drenched battlefield before them.
The formation had just been activated, and already, they had witnessed its true might.
"Warriors of Qin!"
"Kill!"
"Slaughter the barbarians!"
Snapping out of their astonishment, Li Mu and Meng Wu roared in unison.
They spurred their warhorses forward, charging towards the already crumbling barbarian ranks.
"Slash!"
Li Mu sheathed his sword and raised his massive Mo Dao blade, slicing through the air.
A massive blade projection, a hundred meters long, cleaved forward.
As a Grandmaster Martial Artist, his power had long surpassed that of ordinary mortals. With no need to hold back, he poured his true essence into the strike, unleashing its full potential.
Hundreds no, thousands of barbarian soldiers in his path were instantly bisected, both man and horse falling in pieces.
"Kill!"
Meng Wu let out a thunderous battle cry.
Swinging his own Mo Dao, he slashed repeatedly, each swing unleashing a razor-sharp wave of sword energy.
Barbarian soldiers several meters away were instantly reduced to minced flesh before they could even react.
Meanwhile, in the skies above
Arrows rained down like an apocalyptic storm.
It was the cold, merciless baptism of Qin's Killing Machine.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy cavalry of Qin surged forward.
Clad in full armor with only their eyes visible, these warriors wielded Mo Dao blades with terrifying precision and force.
Like an unstoppable tidal wave, they crashed into the enemy lines.
Each slash carried the force of a thousand pounds.
The moment a barbarian came into contact with these attacks, they were either sent flying, their bones shattering instantly or cut down where they stood.
"Are you demons or ghosts?!"
"Monsters!"
"The Qin soldiers are monsters!"
The barbarian warriors clashed against Qin's heavy cavalry, their blades striking the enemy's armor and sending sparks flying but they failed to penetrate even an inch.
And in return
A single swing from a Qin warrior's Mo Dao severed heads from bodies.
It was a complete massacre.
The barbarian soldiers stood no chance.
Their weapons couldn't pierce Qin's armor, and their strength paled in comparison to the enhanced bodies of Qin's warriors.
Each Qin soldier was like a human siege weapon, able to kill dozens with a single strike.
Upon clashing with Qin's warriors, most barbarians either died instantly from the impact or were sent flying, their internal organs ruptured.
This was a battle of overwhelming power.
The martial path had utterly crushed mortal strength.
This was a one-sided slaughter.
A battle with no suspense.
On the dragon warship above the battlefield…
Zhao Feng stood upon the dragon's head, observing the carnage below.
The black dragon beneath him greedily devoured the battlefield's killing intent, growing stronger with each passing moment.
As a ferocious beast, this energy was the very source of its strength.
From Zhao Feng's vantage point
The once-mighty barbarian army was now nothing but a chaotic, routed mess.
Their grand offensive had become nothing more than a joke.
Qin's cavalry cut through their ranks like a hot knife through butter, their Mo Dao blades harvesting lives like wheat.
The heavily armored warriors trampled over the enemy, leaving trails of blood and mangled bodies.
Behind them, Qin's infantry stood in formation, losing endless volleys of arrows into the fleeing masses.
Meanwhile, at the rear of the barbarian forces…
The royal carriages of Tuoba Hu and Modu stood side by side.
"Hmph, even if Qin had planned for this in advance, the moment they left their fortress, they sealed their fate," Tuoba Hu sneered.
"In this battle"
"I will not leave a single Qin soldier alive."
"The Qin once built victory monuments out of our people's skulls. Today, I will do the same. I will pile their heads high and let them pay their blood debt in full!"
His expression was filled with smug confidence as he watched his forces surge forward.
Modu chuckled. "With our two tribes united, Qin will crumble in a single strike. Forget victory monuments when we're done, we can grind their bones into dust."
"Hahaha!" Tuoba Hu burst into laughter.
He turned his gaze toward the sky, eyes gleaming with vengeance.
"Father!"
"If you are watching from the heavens"
"See for yourself!"
"Your son has finally gathered the power to annihilate Qin!"
"Watch as I crush their nation beneath my feet!"
"Watch as I rip Zhao Feng to pieces!"
"My people's massacre will be avenged in blood!"
His voice was filled with ecstatic madness.
Just then
"Report!"
A barbarian officer galloped toward them at full speed, panic evident in his face.
"My King!"
"The situation is dire!"
"The Qin army is too strong, and… and they are using sorcery!"
"Our frontlines have collapsed!"
"We need your command at once!"
"What?!"
Tuoba Hu's expression froze.
"Our formation has collapsed?"
"The Qin are using sorcery?"
"My King!"
"The Qin generals struck down our warriors with massive swords, each several hundred meters long. In mere moments, tens of thousands perished!"
"And their soldiers wear strange armor completely impenetrable!"
"No matter how we strike, we cannot harm them!"
"They are inhumanly strong a single sword strike kills hundreds, even thousands!"
"My King, Qin's army is truly using sorcery!"
The officer's voice trembled in terror.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
"Nonsense!"
"Spouting such foolishness before battle"
"Are you trying to spread fear among our troops?!"
Modu roared in fury.
The officer turned pale but persisted, his voice cracking:
"My Lords, if you don't believe me"
"See for yourselves!"
Seeing his reaction,
Tuoba Hu and Modun's expressions turned extremely grim.
They were positioned at the rear of the formation, and with hundreds of thousands of troops pressing forward, they naturally couldn't see the actual battlefield.
"Relay my command!"
"The King's Guard, advance!"
"Supervise the entire army! Any soldier who dares to retreat execute them on the spot!"
"I will personally oversee the battle!" Tuoba Hu shouted.
He then stood up from his chariot, swung himself onto his horse, and rode forward.
Beside him, Modun did the same. "Xiongnu King's Guard, hear my command! Oversee the battle! Any soldier who retreats execute them immediately!"
With their two tribes allied against the powerful Qin army, they had no choice but to stand together.
As the two rulers rode forward to supervise the battlefield personally, what they saw made their faces darken instantly.
Their elite cavalry, the pride of their armies, had been cut into dozens of scattered groups, mercilessly hunted down by the black-armored Qin troops. Their once-powerful charge had been completely shattered, and now, all that remained was chaos and slaughter.
"This… How is this possible?"
"How could our warriors be so weak?"
Tuoba Hu and Modun's expressions twisted with disbelief.
If they had doubted their general's earlier report, the reality before them left no room for denial. Their finest soldiers were being torn apart like lambs before a pack of wolves, utterly helpless against the Qin army's relentless assault.
"Qin elite warriors!"
"Battle formation activate!"
Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Li Mu, drenched in the blood of his enemies, swung his massive saber and roared.
His command resonated through the battlefield, carried by the connection of the military soul formation.
"Formation gather!"
As if answering his call, the warriors of the Zhenbei Battalion rallied, channeling their blood energy toward Li Mu.
This time, the gathered energy was even stronger than before.
The ongoing slaughter had only intensified the warriors' battle spirit and honed their strength.
"Slash!"
Li Mu roared, gripping his massive saber with both hands and slashing forward.
A blood-red saber light, nearly five hundred meters long, materialized in an instant, descending upon the battlefield like a celestial blade.
At that moment
The sky itself seemed to be dyed crimson.
"Ahhhhh"
Agonized screams filled the battlefield.
In mere seconds
Tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, along with their warhorses, were obliterated, leaving no trace behind.
The sheer force of the attack devastated the battlefield, turning an area hundreds of meters wide into a lifeless void.
"This is sorcery… It must be sorcery!"
"This… This is impossible!"
Tuoba Hu and Modun stared in terror.
Despite being far from the front lines, the sheer size of the descending saber light made it impossible for them to miss.
In a single instant
Tens of thousands of their soldiers had vanished without a trace, utterly annihilated.
Faced with such an overwhelming display of power
Fear gripped the hearts of the remaining enemy forces, breaking what little morale they had left and accelerating their retreat.
Meanwhile, the Qin warriors showed no mercy. They had no intention of letting their enemies escape.
In the past
Tallying battle achievements required post-battle verification, with soldiers cutting off their enemies' ears as proof.
But now
That was no longer necessary.
Every Qin warrior carried a Tianxuan Mirror.
Infused with the power of the Qin nation's fortune, the Tianxuan Mirror had ascended to a half-step innate spiritual treasure, granting it even greater abilities.
One of these abilities was the automatic recording of every enemy slain by its bearer.
Each kill was recorded in real-time and transmitted to the military's central command, ensuring that every soldier received the appropriate rewards for their achievements.
If Qin ascended to the status of an imperial dynasty, the Tianxuan Mirror would evolve into a true innate spiritual treasure, unlocking even more powerful functions.
In short
This treasure was far more valuable than any innate supreme treasure Zhao Feng had acquired.
And now
Having become a treasure of national fortune, its potential was limitless.
"Kill!"
"Slaughter the enemy!"
"The Crown Prince is watching us!"
"Kill every last one of them!"
"These damned barbarians dared to invade our Qin lands send them all to hell!"
"No mercy! Leave no one alive!"
The Qin warriors roared, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Under their relentless assault
The enemy forces were being mercilessly butchered.
Tuoba Hu and Modun exchanged glances, sheer terror flashing in their eyes.
"We must retreat. We have to retreat!"
"The Qin soldiers… They're monsters!"
"They're demons!"
Tuoba Hu's voice trembled with fear.
The Qin army's military soul formation, combined with their overwhelming martial strength, was as terrifying as divine power in the eyes of ordinary soldiers.
They were completely outmatched.
"Retreat!"
"Sound the retreat!"
Tuoba Hu roared with all his might.
The sound of war drums signaling retreat echoed across the battlefield.
Upon hearing it
The enemy forces, unable to hold on any longer, turned and fled in desperation.
"Run?"
"You think you can escape?"
High above the battlefield
Zhao Feng observed everything with cold indifference.
In just over an hour of battle
The enemy had already lost over 200,000 soldiers.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
With his divine sense, Zhao Feng saw that Wang Ben had already led the Lantian Battalion to cut off the enemy's escape route.
There was nowhere left to run.
"Qin warriors!"
"Pursue them!"
"Leave no one alive!"
"Slaughter them all!"
Li Mu ordered coldly.
"Kill!"
Meng Wu let out a low growl and spurred his horse forward.
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
"A great wind rises!"
Countless elite Qin warriors roared as they pursued relentlessly, slashing down any enemy they caught up to.
The warriors in the rear raised their repeating crossbows and unleashed a deadly barrage, slaughtering the fleeing enemies without mercy.
In less than two hours, the once-proud Tuo Ba Hu and Modu were now utterly defeated, reduced to nothing more than desperate fugitives.
They fled northward with all their might, hoping to escape this nightmarish battlefield.
Yet, as the fleeing tribesmen raced ahead
The earth trembled.
Even the sky seemed to shudder.
In the despair-filled eyes of the fleeing nomads, they saw an endless tide of black-armored Qin cavalry surging toward them from the direction of their homeland.
The vast plains and boundless desert, once their greatest advantage, now became their greatest weakness.
"My king!"
"Disaster has struck!"
"The Qin army has flanked us and cut off our retreat!"
"Our rear forces have already collapsed under the Qin assault!"
A terrified general rushed to Tuo Ba Hu, his voice filled with panic.
Upon hearing this, both Tuo Ba Hu and Modu turned deathly pale.
They looked toward the north.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled violently.
An unstoppable force of black-armored Qin cavalry charged forward.
Each soldier wielded a long, razor-sharp saber, their heavy armor paving the way for devastation.
"Cursed nomads!"
"How dare you invade Qin! You seek death!"
Wang Ben's cold eyes glared ahead. Raising his massive saber, he roared, "Elite warriors of Qin"
"Formation, activate!"
Three hundred thousand soldiers of the Lantian Battalion roared in unison:
"Formation, converge!"
A blood-red blade, spanning six hundred meters, materialized in the sky.
Under the terrified and despairing gazes of the nomadic warriors
The massive blade came crashing down.
The earth split apart.
A deep trench of destruction, soaked in blood and gore, wiped out tens of thousands of enemy soldiers in an instant.
Then
Three great Qin battalions encircled and closed in, unleashing a merciless slaughter upon the enemy.
Zhao Feng watched coldly.
He gazed upon the complete annihilation of the Donghu and Xiongnu elite forces.
As time passed
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
The sky had already begun to darken.
Tuo Ba Hu and Modu now had only a few thousand royal guards left. They were surrounded.
Tens of thousands of nomadic soldiers had been fragmented into countless groups, being hunted down one by one.
"It's over."
"Our people are finished..."
Tuo Ba Hu's eyes were hollow, filled with despair.
But Modu, after glancing around, suddenly shouted,
"I am Modu, the Chanyu of Xiongnu! I seek an audience with the Qin general!"
"I surrender! I pledge allegiance to Qin!"
"My Xiongnu people will forever serve Qin!"
His desperate cries echoed across the battlefield.
Tuo Ba Hu turned to him in shock, unable to believe that Modu would surrender so easily.
"The Qin are ruthless! They won't spare us!"
"Instead of surrendering, we should fight to the death!"
Tuo Ba Hu spat in disgust.
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Modu's eyes.
Without hesitation, he suddenly lashed out
Slashing Tuo Ba Hu off his horse!
"You what are you doing?!"
The stunned Tuo Ba Hu stared up in disbelief.
"I'm trading your life for mine."
Modu dismounted, pressing his blade against Tuo Ba Hu's throat.
"Great Qin general!"
"I have captured the Chanyu of Donghu!"
"I offer him to you as proof of my loyalty!"
Modu dragged Tuo Ba Hu forward, shouting toward the Qin forces.
Hearing this
The surrounding Qin warriors exchanged glances, momentarily pausing their slaughter.
Clearly
They were not the ones who could decide this matter.
At that moment
A voice descended from the sky:
"You wish to surrender?"
Modu's head jerked up.
His eyes filled with terror.
"A dr-dragon…"
The nomadic warriors around him froze in place.
"What kind of enemy are we facing…?"
"Even the legendary dragons have appeared…?"
Their hearts were filled with indescribable despair.
Even Tuo Ba Hu
"Why has Qin become so powerful?"
"Could they truly be favored by the heavens?"
His eyes were filled with unwillingness and bitterness.
"Yes! Yes!"
"I am the Chanyu of Xiongnu! I surrender to Qin!"
Modu frantically nodded.
"I will make the Xiongnu forever serve Qin!"
Zhao Feng's gaze was cold.
"Then I decree that your Xiongnu people will be eternal slaves to Qin."
"Do you accept?"
Modu clenched his teeth and responded,
"I... accept."
"Hahaha!"
"Tuo Ba Hu!"
"You are unworthy to be king!"
Tuo Ba Hu laughed bitterly.
Then, he turned his gaze toward Zhao Feng, his eyes burning with hatred.
"Zhao Feng!"
"If I cannot kill you in this life, then in my next life, I swear I will!"
"My people will never submit!"
Zhao Feng looked at him indifferently.
"Ah!"
Tuo Ba Hu let out a scream as his body was lifted into the air, completely beyond his control.
"You will have no next life."
Zhao Feng spoke coldly.
With a single pointed finger
Tuo Ba Hu was reduced to dust.
Then
A ghostly blue flame descended, engulfing his remains, utterly erasing his soul from existence.
"[You have slain the King of Donghu.]"
"[Gained 300 all-attribute points.]"
"[Obtained a Tier-4 Treasure Chest.]"
The system's notification echoed in Zhao Feng's mind.
Nearby, Modu trembled in sheer terror.
"I may spare your life."
"But your people will forever be slaves of Qin."
"To prevent any betrayal"
"I will leave a soul-burning flame within you."
"If you ever rebel"
"It will consume your very soul."
Zhao Feng's voice was ice-cold as he sent a wisp of ghostly blue flame into Modu's body.
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