Shao Xuan and his men approached Wanshi's fire pit.
Strangely, the closer they got to Wanshi's fire pit, the more slaves they saw. There were not many Wanshi people. Wouldn't the people of Wan Shi be worried that the slave masters would destroy their fire seed if they let the slave masters help them around the fire pit?
Were they too careless? Or were they not worried at all?
Shao Xuan had to be more careful.
Signaling the others to be alert, Shao Xuan did not stop waving his sword.
Shao Xuan's sword was bigger and heavier than most people's, so he did not use it in a nimble way. Instead, he used it in a more direct way. Just like when he hunted, he used the least amount of energy and time to make the most effective response. At the same time, he used the Yanjiao's fierceness and agility.
All of his skills were honed through hunting and actual combat.
Clang!
Shao Xuan slashed at a high-level slave in front of him.
Because the other party's rank among the slaves was relatively high, they received better treatment. Compared to other ordinary slaves, these high-level slaves did not wear ordinary leather armor or protective armor made of animal bones. Instead, they wore metal armor, like a tortoise shell, protecting their torso from the front and back. There were also many protective equipment on their arms and legs.
Shao Xuan's sword was aimed at the slave's neck. But the slave was prepared. Unable to dodge, he could only move aside and let the armor block the attack.
However, even if he was wearing a turtle-shell-like metal armor, it was not guaranteed that he would be able to defend against the attack.
Shao Xuan's sword was indeed blocked by the armour. However, when the sword and the armour collided, other than the crisp sound of metal clashing, there was also a loud bang.
A clear dent appeared on the armor. But this was not the most fatal. The vibration from the armor pushed the air inward. Under the armor, the slave's chest caved in as if something heavy had pressed down on it. If one listened carefully, they could hear the cracking of bones.
Even metal armor would not be able to withstand such an attack.
Shao Xuan didn't look at the slave who vomited blood and fell to the ground, nor did he have time to look. He continued to face the other people who tried to stop him.
On the ground of the Wan Shi tribe, the grass was not dense. Perhaps because people often walked and stepped on it, there was a lot of empty ground and the soil was exposed. At this time, because of the fierce battle, the earth on the ground was splattered all over due to the kicking, slashing, and smashing.
Everyone seemed to have blended into the battlefield. Shao Xuan could hear the rapid and heavy breathing of the people around him, their chests rising and falling like the low growls of wild beasts in the forest. The weapons in everyone's hands moved quickly, breaking through the air and making a hissing sound, touching people's nerves. The sharp weapons in the hands of the soldiers swept past, bringing with them a burst of cold light that was filled with killing intent. They were barbaric and ferocious as they charged forward, bringing with them a pungent smell of blood and a dense killing intent.
The ground was already dyed red with blood.
His line of sight passed through the bodies of the slaves in front of him and saw the person standing there. Although more than two years had passed, Shao Xuan still had an impression of that person.
That was the young master of the Baishi city. Shao Xuan had seen him in the stands of the Colosseum.
Looking at Shao Xuan's eyes, the young master of the Baishi city was stunned. He only felt that Shao Xuan was very familiar, as if he had seen him before. But it had been too long, and many things had happened in the past two years, so the young master of the Baishi city couldn't remember for the time being.
The young master of the Baishi city quickly searched his mind for where he had seen this person before.
As Shao Xuan and his people got closer and closer, the young master of the Baishi city retreated a little more.
Not far away, there were the howls and roars of the Wan Shi beasts. It was the Wan Shi beasts of the Wan Shi tribe who were fighting with the Yanjiao beasts. The Wan Shi beasts were the killing machines that were selected and cultivated by the Wan Shi tribe. Before the arrival of the Yanjiao tribe, the people of the Wan Shi tribe had selected the best Wan Shi beasts and let them enter the mountains to fight with the beasts.
Therefore, even now, in the face of the Yanjiao beasts, this group of killing machines that had been selected from generation to generation, did not know fear. Even if they hurt the enemy a hundred times, they would do it. They lived to kill, and they died to kill.
The Wan Shi beasts always reminded the slave owners of the Colosseum City in the desert. Many of the fighting beasts in the Colosseum City were also cultivated in a similar way. It could be said that the Wan Shi tribe followed the slave owners and learned this method.
After escaping from the desert, the slave owners often recalled their life in the desert and the Colosseum City. Listening to the roars of the beasts, the young master of the Baishi city could not help but think of the Colosseum City in the desert. Then his whole body shook as he thought of a person.
It was him!
It was that kid!
The young master of the Baishi city stared at the direction of Shao Xuan.
He remembered. That kid was the kid who had appeared in the Colosseum City!
Shao Xuan's performance in the Colosseum was still fresh in the memory of many slave owners. However, at that time, Shao Xuan was wearing a hat and his appearance was not real. Others may not recognize him, but after the Colosseum City, Dao Yu had identified him and told the Baishi young master the identity of the person in the Colosseum City.
If it were other things, the young master of the Baishi city may not have such a deep impression. However, Shao Xuan had followed the group of people from Luoye City. In the eyes of the slave owners who fled the desert, Luoye City was a traitor. The desert cities were destroyed one by one, but Luoye City survived. The people of Luoye City not only lived well in the desert, but also had a larger territory.
The people who destroyed Baishi city were mainly Luoye City! Luoye City was the dog of the Shi family in Rock Hill City!
The Baishi young master's hatred for Luoye City was now transferred to Shao Xuan. After all, Shao Xuan used to follow the third young master of Luoye City, Su Gu. Moreover, since the Colosseum City, Baishi's luck was getting worse and worse. Not only did the king die, but the entire Baishi city did not exist for long. If he had not been prepared and escaped, the whole army would have been wiped out.
The Baishi young master's eyes were fierce. He ordered the slaves around him to take out their bows and arrows. His eyes stared at Shao Xuan's position. Violent emotions gathered in his pair of hazy eyes. He took the bow in his hand, which was made of rare materials from the desert beasts, and pulled it almost into a full moon shape. All the resentment since escaping the desert was integrated into this strong bow.
Perhaps the Baishi young master was not good at other things, but he was quite capable of archery.
At this time, the Baishi young master had ignored everything except the target. He did not think about whether he might accidentally hurt his own people. At this time, he only had Shao Xuan in his eyes.
Whoosh!
With the vibration of the bowstring, the arrow spun at high speed, making a sharp whistling sound in the air. The sharp metal arrowhead broke through the air in front of it, flashing like a meteor, and went straight to Shao Xuan!
The sharp whistling sound of the arrow wherever it passed, whether it was the slaves or the Yanjiao warriors who were fighting with it, they all felt like their eardrums were being scratched by someone, stinging pain.
Shao Xuan was on guard when the other stared at him. He could see the general idea from the other's eyes. That undisguised killing intent passed through the chaotic crowd in front of him.
Blocking the slaves who attacked from the side, Shao Xuan's eyes reflected the way the other pulled the bow. He did not dodge, his legs firmly rooted to the ground like ancient trees. The tumbling totemic power in his body surged, and his breath seemed to carry the heat of fire. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was raised, and the momentum of the arrow was fierce like a meteor.
Clang!
The two powerful forces collided, and the sound of the explosion was especially ear-piercing in the noisy battlefield.
The arrow that hit the sword was deflected and flew to other places. Shao Xuan's sword, on the other hand, only left a shallow mark.
The White Stone young master finally noticed the sword in Shao Xuan's hand. It wasn't that he had never seen a sword made of metal, but the style and material were very different. In terms of forging skills, White Stone City was far inferior to the three desert cities of the past. White Stone City had very little contact with metal to begin with, but after the desert became chaotic, they managed to snatch some. But Shao Xuan's sword was not ordinary, and this shocked the young master.
It must have been given by the Shi family of Rock Hill City! Other than that, he couldn't think of any other reason.
The Yanjiao tribe was indeed a dog of the Shi family of Rock Hill City!
What a bastard!
"Kill them for me!!" The White Stone young master roared, and ordered the slaves to fight the Yanjiao people. He retreated a bit further to avoid the battlefield, and there were other slaves around him to protect him.
The White Stone young master wanted to tell the slaves to snatch Shao Xuan's sword, but before he could speak, he saw a piercing cold light flash by Shao Xuan's side. Shao Xuan sped up and charged directly at him. When the sword slashed at the metal armor, the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Then, the sharp edge of the blade cut through flesh, and blood flew up along with the broken limbs. The slaves that were kicked away were sent flying.
The White Stone young master didn't care if they were enemies anymore. When he saw Shao Xuan charging at him, he was so scared that his heart raced and his scalp tightened. He decisively turned around and ran as far as he could before anything else. After the chaos in the desert, the skill they learned the most was to run away. If they ran away from the battlefield, they wouldn't have to worry about that kid coming after them. They were just helping the Wanshi tribe, so they didn't need to risk everything. As he ran, he didn't forget to ask the slaves to protect him, in case someone shot at him.
Shao Xuan wanted to get rid of the annoying slave master hiding behind and shooting arrows first. After that, the other slaves wouldn't have much will to fight. However, the White Stone young master was running too fast. He wanted to throw a dart at him, but there were too many slaves around him. He might not be able to hit him.
Seeing the White Stone young master leave, Shao Xuan could only give up on that target and continue to lead his people towards the fire pit.
Perhaps because of the White Stone young master's departure, the slaves' will to fight wavered, giving the Yanjiao people a chance to charge forward.
Other than the White Stone slaves, there were slaves from other slave masters. However, those people seemed to be cannon fodder and weren't too difficult to deal with. The slave masters indeed had other intentions and weren't helping the Wanshi tribe wholeheartedly.
The closer they got, the more Shao Xuan felt the rejection from the Wanshi fire seed. It stimulated the totemic power in his body even more. The fire seed in his body seemed to have met its match and couldn't wait to rush over.
It wasn't just the tribes that fought. Fire seeds were also incompatible with each other. They all had a sense of 'there's only you and there's only me'.
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