Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

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"Kill!"

A horde of barbarian soldiers roared, spurring their fierce mounts forward in a charge towards Yongxue City.

Upon the city walls of Yongxue City, row after row of Xuan Iron soldiers clad in armor eyed the enemy with sharp gazes. Despite many being wounded and bandaged, not a single face lacked resolve, and no one showed any sign of fear.

In fact, when initially faced with the combined onslaught of the barbarian horde and the demonic cult's grandmasters, tens of thousands of Xuan Iron soldiers, in their determination to save the Marquis of Pingxi, acted as human shields and gambled with their own lives in a selfless display of bravery. It was because of this that the Xuan Iron army suffered grievous losses.

This indeed was a rare and formidable force; the formidable enemy at their gates and the grim situation did not dampen their morale. Each soldier of the Xuan Iron army exuded a fierce will to fight, with not the slightest intention of retreat.

They had already cast aside concerns of life and death, loyally devoted to Da Xia. Behind them lay their country, their families, and even in death, they would not take a single step back.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Lin Zhan, clad in the standard combat armor of the Xuan Iron army, stood at the forefront of the city wall. Without excessive words to stir the troops' emotions, just that command, coupled with the deep-seated rage against the barbarians, was enough to send the Xuan Iron soldiers' morale skyrocketing.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Xuan Iron soldiers shouted in unison, their thunderous roars piercing the heavens. Their faces were steely, their long blades held high, crying out 'kill' thrice with such intense killing intent that it seemed to freeze the very air, causing the temperature to plummet.

"Charge! Take down Yongxue City, breach Da Xia—the riches, the grain, the women, everything within arm's reach shall be ours, belongings of our Divine Tribe!"

The lead barbarian general, seated atop a splendid tiger, brandished a gleaming long blade and commanded with a chilling voice.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter these feeble Central Plains people, plunder everything they have!"

The barbarian soldiers, with wild hair and dressed in rudimentary clothes made of animal skins, gleamed with a fierce light in their bell-size eyes, predatory and as ferocious as wild beasts.

Living year-round in the vast mountains, dealing daily with all manner of fierce beasts, the barbarians led a feral existence akin to that of primitive savages. Compared to well-mannered and systematically governed Da Xia, the barbarians could be likened to primeval tribes who live by the law of the jungle—a world where the strong devour the weak and the victor is king.

With no concept of propriety or morality in their hearts, these notions held no power over them.

Boom, boom, boom!

The charge of three hundred thousand barbarian soldiers shook the earth, raising great clouds of dust as the ferocity written across each soldier's visage shone with a bloodthirsty red glare.

Suddenly, the two sides engaged in battle; the Xuan Iron army, holding Yongxue City, assumed a defensive stance. Although outnumbered, the barbarians' primitive combat methods meant taking the city walls of Yongxue City would be no easy task.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, within the barbarian ranks, a gigantic man soared into the sky. Muscular and robust, he approached near Yongxue City, his whole body's strength converging as he raised his hand to strike the wall.

Thud!

His palm strike made the walls of Yongxue City tremble, with stones falling in cascades—it was a martial arts master!

"Aim at him!"

Seeing this, Lin Zhan's expression darkened. The barbarians had repeatedly attempted this tactic to smash the walls of Yongxue City using brute force, but Lin Zhan naturally wouldn't allow them to succeed.

The next moment, countless Xuan Iron arrows rained down, targeting the barbarian master at the base of the wall.

"Scram!"

The large man, his face filled with rage, let out a thunderous roar. The air around him exploded, resisting the torrent of specially crafted arrows. Even as a master, he would suffer injuries if he attempted to withstand them through sheer force.

In an instant, waves of energy cleared the air, the arrows aimed at the barbarian shattered mid-flight, with only a few managing to hit him, ringing out with metallic clangs.

"Fire again!"

At Lin Zhan's command, bows were drawn once more, and the strumming of bowstrings filled the air as another dense volley of arrows shot towards the enemy below.

Boom!

Then, from another direction, another distinct surge of a master's aura erupted. Another figure darted forward, intending to scale the wall directly.

With three martial arts masters leading the barbarian army of three hundred thousand, they were well-known adversaries of Lin Zhan. As a barbarian master charged the walls, immediately one of the Xuan Iron army's officers stepped up to engage him in fierce combat.

"Let's join in as well," Xue Ling said with a grave tone.

Gu Chen nodded, and following suit, Song Yu and Wang Yan, along with a group of Metropolitan Procurators, advanced to the front of the wall. Channeling their inner energy, they unleashed a barrage of ranged attacks on the multitude of barbarian soldiers below.

And at that moment, under the puzzled gazes of those around him, Gu Chen leapt down from the wall, finding the first barbarian martial arts master who had attacked the city, and sent forth a punch directly at him.

"Be careful!"

Seeing Gu Chen daring to leap off the wall, Lin Zhan's face changed instantaneously, feeling Gu Chen was being recklessly impulsive.

After all, below were a full three hundred thousand barbarian soldiers—if Gu Chen were to be surrounded, he would certainly not survive.

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