While Yu Tianheng was chasing down Xue Beng, tens of thousands from Xue Beng's concealed hidden-weapon corps finally arrived at the rear of the main army. But when they moved in to launch their planned surprise attack, the scene before them wasn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's soul master corps—it was utter battlefield chaos.
What were they supposed to do now—fire their hidden weapons? Wouldn't that shoot their own people as well? Their target was the soul master corps, but the soul masters were far fewer than the Heaven Dou heavy cavalry. One volley here would definitely kill more of their own.
"All troops, hear my order! Light cavalry fall back! Hidden-weapon corps, change targets—fire on the enemy battle formation!" At that moment, Ge Long came pounding over, amplifying his voice with soul power as he roared. As commander-in-chief, he had to decide. Under these circumstances, the plan to slaughter the soul master corps with hidden weapons was no longer viable. But the hidden weapons couldn't just sit idle; retargeting to hit regular soldiers could still yield results.
The heavy cavalry couldn't shake off the soul master corps now, but the light cavalry were different. Their charge-breaking power was weak, but they were nimble and mobile. And the army Ge Long had trained was indeed more elite and disciplined than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's hastily scraped-together force—orders were obeyed without question.
At Ge Long's command, the army immediately withdrew in orderly fashion, with not the slightest disarray in the ranks.
In contrast, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's troops, eager to pursue, fell into confusion. It couldn't be helped—on the art of battlefield formations, no one in the entire sect could match Ge Long. Ning Fengzhi included. Only in city defense, where soul master power could be leveraged, could he contend with Ge Long.
In open-field command, ten Ning Fengzhis wouldn't equal one Ge Long—different specialties, after all.
As the vanguard pulled back, the hidden-weapon corps unleashed tens of thousands of Zhuge God Crossbows without hesitation. Each bolt carried the power to rival a Soul Ancestor's attack, enough to wipe out tens of thousands in a breath. A few full salvos, and the more than two hundred thousand troops of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might be completely annihilated.
It was exactly because he understood the Tang Army's power that Ge Long had agreed to Xue Beng's plan.
But Ge Long had clearly overlooked one thing—he forgot how Bibi Dong had broken his formation back then.
She relied on absolute might. If formation tactics couldn't compete, then Super Douluo and Limit Douluo would just flip the table.
Suddenly, a gale swept the open plain. Obeying Zhu Zhuqing's order, Oslo—long hidden among the troops—leapt out, talisman in hand.
On the open plain, Tianlin's talismans could be fully unleashed without fear of friendly fire—everyone opposite was the enemy anyway.
Hidden-weapon troops have a nemesis: wind. The stronger the wind, the greater the counter to hidden weapons.
Gales alter projectile trajectories; a headwind can even blow them back. Ordinary wind might not be too bad, but a true cutting gale is different.
"Wind-aspect Immortal Art—Heaven-Rending Gang-Wind!" The talisman in Oslo's hand detonated fully, and viridian, blade-sharp blastwinds howled toward the hidden-weapon corps.
The Zhuge crossbow bolts were first shredded by the gang-wind, then blown back even faster than they'd come. Broken into several pieces, their numbers multiplied, and their lethality actually increased. In an instant, corpses littered the hidden-weapon corps—the fallen slain by their own weapons.
That was only the prelude. The real strike followed. A terrifying tornado swept the ranks; any drawn into it were immediately sliced into ribbons by the gang-wind.
In short order, nearly forty thousand of the hidden-weapon corps were utterly annihilated; not even intact corpses could be found.
"Good heavens! Why does it feel like Xiao Tian's wind-attribute immortal art is even fiercer than his earlier earth, water, and fire?" Even Oslo was shaken by the sight. Of course he didn't grow merciful—this was war. If he didn't kill them, his own would die.
Ge Long stared, dumbstruck. What kind of skill was this? Back then, Bibi Dong had been the same—one ultimate move and all his exquisite formations were useless. He thought he'd learned his lesson, and only sent out the hidden-weapon corps after confirming the enemy lacked a powerhouse on Bibi Dong's level.
How could a single talisman achieve an attack like a Limit Douluo's?
Ge Long fumed. No martial ethics—when you can't win at command, you flip the table with brute force. These sect forces just don't play by the rules.
Before he could recover, a streak of black light flew toward him. As it neared, he saw—it was Oslo.
Oslo's heavy punch smashed into Ge Long's helmet, knocking him clean off his horse and sending him skidding hundreds of meters.
Ge Long tumbled a dozen times before he barely stabilized.
"Damn it, Oslo! Don't forget, you once served the Heaven Dou imperial court. Now you've used such cruel means to slaughter tens of thousands of my troops—you deserve heaven's thunder!" Ge Long roared as he rose.
"Ge Long, do you have the right to say that? I've killed fewer than you, and I only kill enemy soldiers. You? The wails of hundreds of thousands of innocents from six cities still ring in my ears. They beg me to avenge them. So I won't let you go today. As for my identity—ever since I died and that cur Xue Ye shielded the murderer, I ceased to belong to Heaven Dou's court. My life now belongs only to Xiao Tian." Oslo's gaze was cold.
"Hmph. They died for the country, and so will you. 'If the lord demands his minister die, and the minister does not, he is disloyal'—do you not understand?" Ge Long retorted. "Dying for the country is glorious. Though dead, their spirit remains."
Such blind loyalty only further enraged Oslo. "'If the lord demands his minister die…'? Which idiot said that? I'll erase him."
"What nonsense about 'spirit remains after death'—don't say such stupid things. Ge Long, I ask you—have you died? Do you know how death feels? I have died, so let me tell you: after death, there is nothing. All that remains is unending grief and pain for the loved ones you leave behind."
"Precisely because of that, life is precious. Ge Long, since you don't cherish the most precious thing in this world, I'll take it from you. I've already killed forty thousand today—become a butcher like you—so one more life doesn't scare me. Die once and see whether your so-called spirit lingers."
He finished, unleashed the power of six soul bones, and entered Martial Soul True Body. In that instant, his speed and strength completely surpassed an ordinary Title Douluo.
In a flash, the Ghost Leopard's razor claws pierced Ge Long's throat.
With such a massive disparity, Ge Long, a defensive Soul Douluo, didn't even have time to activate a defensive skill before he was one-shot.
Withdrawing his claws, Oslo looked coldly at Ge Long. "There's nothing after death. Otherwise, I'd hope those civilians could find you and demand justice."