Looking at Yun Xiaoyao's expression, the suspicion in the masked man's heart grew. He felt that he could not drag this out any longer.
On the hill, wisps of white mist had begun to rise from Dong Tianleng's body.
Was that … a sign that he was healing himself? Was his condition improving?
Yun Xiaoyao was unruffled, his expression relaxed and carefree. He did not look like he was besieged by an army at all; instead, he looked like he was sitting quietly, enjoying the scenery.
The masked man in black took two steps back. His gaze suddenly froze as he waved his hand and hollered, "Team One, send King Yun on his way!"
The rest of the black-clothed men didn't move. Only the first group of two hundred men took a step forward. With a loud roar, the leader of the group, a tall and sturdy man, brandished two large axes and rushed forward like a mad tiger. Behind him, there was another group of two hundred black-clothed masked men. They rushed forward in an orderly manner. They were only thirty feet away from the leader.
This thirty feet distance was the distance where the leader would retreat before the others could attack swiftly to fill in the gap. This allowed them to avoid the possibility of Yun Xiaoyao chasing after them.
Seeing that the other party had finally moved, Yun Xiaoyao finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The situation just now was dangerous. If the men in black had not moved, he would have had to take the initiative to attack. The longer the battle dragged on, the worse his condition would become.
However, if he had taken the initiative to attack, it would mean that he had to give up the advantage of the terrain. Faced with the enemy's human wave tactic, it would be difficult for him to inflict any damage no matter how he attacked. He would only be defeated faster.
Now that the other party had initiated the attack, not only did he have the advantage of the terrain, he could also take advantage of the other party's eagerness to end this battle as soon as possible to execute the strategy of 'one man holding the pass against ten thousand men', making these fellows pay the ultimate price!
This was a battle of wits.
Whoever could endure it would be the winner.
The result was clear – Yun Xiaoyao had won.
The burly man charged forward in a frenzy. With a strange cry, his two large axes spun and hacked down like a wheel.
With a flash of sword light, Yun Xiaoyao slid to the back of the burly man as if the ground had shrunk to an inch. With a backhand swing of his sword, blood splattered as the leader's head was separated from his body, flying high into the air.
As for Yun Xiaoyao, he and his sword were like one entity as he charged into the two-hundred-strong battle formation in front of him. Blood spurted into the sky in an instant.
At this moment, King Xiaoyao, who had fought his entire life for the Empire of Yutang, was merciless when he struck!
With each strike, at least five or six lives would be lost. The sword light sprinkled down like a waterfall, sweeping away everything in its path.
In an instant, countless heads flew into the air. Many of those who had been stabbed in the chest screamed miserably as they tumbled away. Before they landed, their lives were already gone.
In the blink of an eye, a total of one hundred and thirty or forty people had perished under his sword!
All of them died without any injuries. Those who were struck by the sword would definitely die!
The eyes of the leader of the masked men stared fixedly at Yun Xiaoyao's face, obviously trying to determine the truth of Yun Xiaoyao's condition.
In spite of this, Yun Xiaoyao's expression remained indifferent. His cheeks were still rosy and his gaze was as clear as ever.
He could not help but feel shocked. "We've been tricked! Yun Xiaoyao really isn't injured! "
Once he thought about it, he immediately ordered, "Team two, three, and four, attack!"
The hill was too small to allow too many people to attack at the same time. Seven to eight hundred people surrounding him was already the limit.
The three teams charged forward together. Yun Xiaoyao was still guarding the small space at the top of the hill, not allowing anyone to take even half a step past him. This was because Dong Tianleng and the other four were right behind him.
In front of him, it was already a hellish place, filled with endless blood!
Rays of sword light shot everywhere like cold lightning. Even a Supreme Martial Artist would be killed with a single strike; there was no chance of survival.
It was truly a case of one man guarding the pass against ten thousand enemies.
The more he did so, the more regret and fear the masked leader felt.
Indeed, he had been trying to buy time for Dong Tianleng and the others to recover so that he could grasp the entire situation in his hands.
That damned Xia Bingchuan, he actually lied to us!
Yun Xiaoyao was only waiting for Dong Tianleng to recover. Once he did, he would flee immediately! When that time came, he would not be able to stay no matter what!
If they wanted to kill Yun Xiaoyao, they could only do so while Dong Tianleng and the others had yet to recover.
Cries of agony rose and fell. In just a short while, more than four hundred people had already lost their lives to Yun Xiaoyao's sword. Yun Xiaoyao was still unscathed up until now; even his expression did not change in the slightest.
Once the masked leader confirmed that he had been tricked, he grew increasingly hysterical and began to add fuel to the fire.
He desperately commanded his subordinates to charge forward like moths to a flame, wave after wave, without any signs of stopping.
"Yun Xiaoyao, even if you're made of steel, you'll still die from exhaustion! I'd like to see how many people you can kill! " The leader of the masked men roared angrily, "I have five thousand men here. Can you kill them all?"
Yun Xiaoyao did not make a sound, his moon-white robe weaving in and out of the crowd. His sword light was sharp to the extreme, every move he made was a killing blow. The corpses in front of him increased in number and thickness. Fresh blood had long soaked the hillside and flowed downwards, forming a small river. The stench of blood filled the air.
The number of corpses increased, almost filling up the hillside. Those who charged up from behind could only fight over their companions' corpses; they had no time to drag the corpses back!
Those who intended to drag the corpses had long been killed by Yun Xiaoyao at the first moment!
Six hundred people, eight hundred, one thousand two hundred … Two thousand people had charged up, but Yun Xiaoyao's sword was still as powerful as the wind, his power undiminished.
The leader of the masked men was already drenched in cold sweat behind his mask, his face pale.
How could Yun Xiaoyao be so powerful?
A total of two thousand cultivators above the Heaven Mystic realm; any one of them would be an overlord in any part of the continent. Now, they had all perished with just a flick of his finger, buried here!
Behind them, the rest of the masked men in black wore complicated gazes, tinged with fear.
In such a small space, they could not unleash the power of a siege; they could only charge forward in waves to add fuel to the fire.
In spite of this, it was impossible to contain Yun Xiaoyao with only these people attacking him from all sides!
Before Yun Xiaoyao's speedy sword, the besieging men could not even self-destruct. They had just gathered their energy; at the moment when they were about to explode, there would naturally be a strike. After the strike, Yun Xiaoyao would vanish immediately; the self-destructors would either not be able to trigger the self-destruction in time or kill or injure their own comrades!
After this happened seven to eight times, no one dared to resort to self-destruction anymore.
Self-destruction would take away dozens of their comrades; it was useless against the enemy. What was the point of trying?
No matter how powerful the attack, or how exquisite the technique, it was completely useless against Yun Xiaoyao's speedy sword. It would only be reduced to a single strike of the sword and die.
Whether it was those who participated in the siege or those who were watching from the back, everyone was shaken. Yun Xiaoyao, the Unrivaled Expert in the world, was truly deserving of his title. He had even surpassed the legendary Ling Xiaozui now!
A total of three thousand people charged up the hill, one after the other, but not a single one of them returned!
All of them had perished on this path of death.
Yun Xiaoyao howled, his voice echoing in the air. "I, Yun, have been at war all my life, but this is the first time I've attacked the Empire of Yutang's warriors! This time, it will be the strongest, most ruthless, and most vicious attack I've ever made in my life! "
"Isn't this the greatest irony of all?"
"This is fate, this is fate!"
Yun Xiaoyao howled into the sky, his spirit piercing through the sky.
Less than two thousand of the five thousand masked men in black were left.
It was nearing dusk.
On the hill, Yun Xiaoyao's moon-white robe could not help but be stained with blood, turning into a bloody robe from head to toe.
No matter how fast his sword and movement skills were, too many people had died around him; too many corpses had piled up; the stench of blood permeated the air; it was inevitable that his robe would be stained.
The great battle came to an abrupt end for a short rest.
The masked men in black saw that the situation was hopeless, so they tried to think of another way. Judging from the current situation, even if all five thousand men were to die, they would not be able to do anything to King Yun. Even if they summoned the second layer of help from the outside, they might not be able to do anything to King Yun.
Without an absolute suppression of combat power, they would not be able to do anything to King Yun, who was in perfect condition!
He lifted his head to look, only to see Yun Xiaoyao still standing on the hill, sword in hand, his eyes looking at him coldly. The only difference from before was that he was panting slightly; he did not look very tired.
The masked man in black was incomparably dejected, thinking that it would be difficult to kill Yun Xiaoyao today.
He had already tried his best to overestimate Yun Xiaoyao's cultivation base and had even set up layers of traps, thinking that it was already flawless. However, he still did not expect Yun Xiaoyao's combat power to actually reach such an earth-shattering level!
"King Yun's skill is impeccable, truly worthy of the title of the world's top expert. We …" Just as he was about to say a few words and leave, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
Yun Xiaoyao's eyes …
He fixed his gaze on them, wanting to confirm something.
Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes and said faintly, "I am already at the end of my tether. Why don't you continue fighting? I may not be able to hold on. "
The masked man's gaze turned unprecedentedly sharp as he stared at Yun Xiaoyao's face. Suddenly, he let out a long sigh. "King Yun, I have indeed fallen for your trick."
Yun Xiaoyao said no more.
"You were poisoned and injured. You were forcefully suppressing it before this. I never thought that you could actually suppress it until now, when you were injured, without showing any signs of weakness! You actually managed to suppress it for as long as four hours in such a brutal battle! I'm impressed. "
Yun Xiaoyao remained silent and unmoving.
"It's a pity that you finally can't suppress it any longer!"
The masked man in black guffawed. "Your voice, your mannerisms, they are still flawless, but your face is starting to turn green! Even your hands are turning green! Your eyeballs no longer have the whites of your eyes, only the color of green! The poison in your body must have traveled through all the meridians in your body in the battle just now, right? King Yun, are you still going to put on an act now that things have come to this? "
Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes, his body swaying. Suddenly, he chuckled and said, "You're right. I am indeed deeply poisoned. It has traveled through all the meridians in my body. Even if the gods of heaven were to descend upon this world, it would still be useless. "
"But I reckon that, other than the three thousand people I've killed, there will be at least a thousand people who will be buried with me before I die."
He smiled faintly and said, "Among them, you, Lin Yunlong, will be included!"
Lin Yunlong.
The son of a family of generals in the Empire of Yutang. The Lin Family had fought on the battlefield in their early years, but in the war decades ago, the head of the Lin Family, who was also the assistant marshal of the army, had been ambushed and captured, defecting to the enemy. The Lin Family was then banished from the circle of nobles by the imperial family and had not been used for many years.
Once disloyal, a hundred times over!
Unexpectedly, as Yutang's family of generals withered, the Lin Family was revived as well. Indeed, a new ruler brought his own courtiers.
Lin Yunlong said fiercely, "King Yun is indeed resourceful. Even at the last moment, you still set me up. This is the shame of my life. But it doesn't matter, King Yun will fall here eventually. This lowly general has the achievement of killing the world's unrivaled expert, so it's not too shameful. "
Yun Xiaoyao said disdainfully, "That's why I said that you're still far from it. If it had been Tie Zheng, Fu Baoguo, Sun Zihu, or anyone else, such a shallow psychological attack would not have succeeded at all. Your established strategy is to stall for time. Even if there are changes in the situation, you will still drag it out to the end. Only by believing in your own judgment, believing in your own deployment, and believing in your own men who tried to assassinate me earlier – this is the heart of a general to win. "
"You, on the other hand, possess the heart of a general. You doubt yourself, and it's even more difficult for you to believe in your colleagues. You've even wavered in the decisions that you've laid out and plotted. You change your mind constantly and are too easily influenced by others. A person like you won't be able to become a famous general in the continent even if you were to fight for another thousand years! "
Lin Yunlong tore off his mask and bellowed furiously, "Yun Xiaoyao, how dare you look down on me?"
He had always addressed King Yun as a sign of respect, but now that his scar had been exposed, he felt that his dignity had been damaged and could no longer hold back his rage.
"Be it in the field of literature or martial arts, as a general or a general, what right do you have for me to look up to you?" Yun Xiaoyao raised the long sword in his hand slightly and hollered, "Lin Yunlong, it's my turn to charge down now. Order your subordinates to guard by your side. If you can't stop me, you'll die. Don't even think of running for your life. With your speed, you won't be able to escape. You can only hope that before I die from the poison, your subordinates will be able to protect you, using their lives to ensure your survival! "
The sword gleamed brightly as sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword. The aura of life and death increased exponentially.
Lin Yunlong's face was ashen; he did not fare any better than Yun Xiaoyao.
Now, it was no longer a question of whether or not they could attack the hillside and take down Yun Xiaoyao; it was a question of their own safety!
If he had not fallen for the trap just now, with five thousand experts surrounding him with smaller formations surrounding him, no matter how capable Yun Xiaoyao was, he would only be trapped within the layers of formations if he rushed down. Even if there were casualties on his side, it would not be as severe as it was now. Perhaps they would only need to sacrifice a thousand men to kill Yun Xiaoyao.
Now, however, three thousand of the original five thousand were gone. The interlocking formations were broken, and countless important links were no longer present.
What was left was to fight with brute force.
It was truly painful to fall into such a trap.
However, he would not resign himself to his fate. With a roar, two thousand men formed a large circle, protecting Lin Yunlong in the middle.
Lin Yunlong was selfish and ruthless. As long as he could survive and complete his mission, he would not even blink even if all five thousand of his men were to be wiped out.
Now, in order to preserve his own life, he naturally had to be even more vigilant.
Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes and stood on the hillside, sword in hand. He did not rush down immediately, but said faintly, "Lin Yunlong, are you ready?"
Lin Yunlong grew even more anxious.
Could he withstand the dying blow of the world's unrivaled expert?
At this moment, Dong Tianleng leaped up and came to Yun Xiaoyao's side. "Uncle, how are you?"
Dong Tianleng's cultivation base was already at the pinnacle of this world. Although his previous injuries were severe, the four hours of recuperation that Yun Xiaoyao had fought for had allowed him to recover to sixty percent of his condition. Now, he was able to make it.
Yun Xiaoyao spoke in a low voice, "I am now … completely drained of energy, unable to continue. The poison from the dagger is indeed tyrannical. It has entered my blood vessels and spread throughout my entire body. There's really no cure for it. Now … my Dantian has been burnt to a crisp … I can't even see with my eyes … I can still stand, but that's my limit. I can't even move a little. Little Leng … take the people and leave immediately. This is our last chance to escape. Seize it! "
Dong Tianleng's eyes reddened, feeling his heart sink.
"Don't throw a tantrum." Yun Xiaoyao spoke in a low voice, "As long as I'm still standing here, Lin Yunlong won't dare to act recklessly. That's why I can't move … Once I move, I'll collapse and I won't be able to get up again … "
"You have to leave immediately to preserve your life. I have one more thing to ask of you …"
Dong Tianleng held back the grief in his heart, but his tears fell continuously. "Please speak, uncle."
Yun Xiaoyao said slowly, "In my residence, in the study room … under the chair I usually sit on, there's a secret chamber. There are two letters and some of Yun Yang's mother's belongings in that secret chamber … Take those things with you and hide your tracks temporarily. I believe that Yun Yang will return to this world one day. When he returns, find him and pass the items to him. Please … "
Dong Tianleng nodded firmly. "Uncle, I will remember this!"
He did not know that Yun Yang was Yun Xiaoyao's adopted son. To a certain extent, Yun Yang could only be considered a partner. It was only later that a true father-son relationship had developed.
If Yun Yang were here, he would know immediately that Yun Xiaoyao was only saying this to get Dong Tianleng to leave quickly. The so-called letters and belongings were all fabricated. Even the secret chamber was most likely made up.
However, Dong Tianleng did not know all of this.
"Promise me that you'll pass those things to Yun Yang … This … is my lifelong regret … Don't let Yun Yang be left with such a regret."
Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes, his expression surprisingly calm.
However, a silhouette seemed to appear before his eyes.
It was a youth who had entered the Residence of Marquis Xiaoyao in the snow. "Marquis Yun, do you still remember our past relationship … I have something …"
Later on, the youth had his identity as a disguise and began his own plan … Later on, the youth stood above the nine heavens, waving the wind and clouds, treading on the mountains and rivers, establishing the opportunity for the Empire of Yutang to unify the world …
A smile appeared on his face as he murmured, "I, Yun Xiaoyao … have long had no regrets to have a son like this in this life. It's just that … I really want to see you again … "
In his eyes, thin streams of green blood flowed out bit by bit. The deadly poison of Absolute Domination had finally flared up, unable to be suppressed any longer.
However, he did not wipe it away as he hollered in a low voice, "Go."
Dong Tianleng howled and suddenly knelt down to kowtow a few times. "Uncle, I'm going. I won't let you down."
Without waiting for Yun Xiaoyao's reply, he covered his face and ran. "Go!"
He sprinted all the way, his tears falling to the ground.
Only Yun Xiaoyao was left on the hill. His eyes were closed, a nonchalant, mocking smile still plastered on his face. The sword in his hand was planted on the ground, the sword light glinting. The murderous aura emanating from him did not subside because of his injuries, instead, it continued to rise.
At the foot of the hill, Lin Yunlong looked at Yun Xiaoyao who stood proudly on the hill, his eyes filled with fear and dread.
"King Yun, what are you waiting for?"
Yun Xiaoyao said in a low voice, "Lin Yunlong, you should be aware of your disparity in the art of war formations. You're distracted, your state of mind is even more chaotic. The iron bucket formation you've set up now is full of flaws. Considering that you're a member of the Lin Family and can be considered a family of Yutang's generals, I'll give you a chance. "
He said faintly, "If I take the opportunity to kill you now, it would be an unfair victory. I'm sure you won't be satisfied. I'll give you a chance to rearrange your formation. Let's see if this king can take your head with one strike of my sword under the formation you're most proud of!"
Lin Yunlong's expression changed as he turned to look.
How could he not know that the formation he had set up in a hurry was full of flaws? However, he was afraid that Yun Xiaoyao would charge down at the very next moment; where would he have the time to arrange it in detail?
Hearing Yun Xiaoyao's words, he was overjoyed and blurted out, "Do you mean what you said?"
Yun Xiaoyao chuckled coldly. "Childish!"
Although he had been scolded, Lin Yunlong was not angered. Instead, he laughed. Since you insist on seeking death, give me time to arrange it calmly. I'll make sure you die in my hands!
"Listen to my command, set up the formation!"
Lin Yunlong began to set up the formation.
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There were some things that had not been thought through. To live or to die, this was the question. gt;
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