"Chong-er, I'll leave the army to you. Leave the other martial artists to me."
The Evil Emperor looked forward, his eyes flashing with sharp light. He raised a finger, and hundreds of bolts of energy shot forward like arrows at the fleeing Arab cavalry. Boomboomboom! There was a series of explosions as large numbers of Arab cavalry were sent flying several dozen feet away.
Kiiiill! … …
The Tang Dynasty's army roared to life. The sixty thousand elite reinforcements, together with the original garrison at Talas and mercenaries, swept toward the Arabs. In a flash, the Arab army was routed, and the Arabs began to flee even faster. Only after pursuing for a very long distance did the Tang Dynasty finally sound the gongs to withdraw.
… …
"Bastard! Abu Muslim, who told you to sound the gongs to withdraw! "
The army had finally retreated, but this was far from over for the Arabs. Beneath the four black banners, Qutaybah, dressed in golden armor, was viciously glaring at Abu Muslim's group, his face seething with rage.
Qutaybah had always been the most warlike person in his life, far more so than anyone else in the Arab army. Just when he was preparing to deal with the Evil Emperor, Abu Muslim had blown the horn and chosen to retreat. This was something Qutaybah could not accept.
"Buzz!"
As Qutaybah spoke, an icy energy pierced through the air and locked onto Abu Muslim. In a flash, Aybak, Osman, and the others all revealed extremely apprehensive expressions.
"Qutaybah, listen to us! We mean no harm!"
Governor Osman hurriedly said.
"I didn't ask you to speak!"
Qutaybah turned his head and glanced at Osman, his cold gaze chilling Osman's heart and making him unable to say anything else.
Even though they were all governors, Qutaybah was unquestionably the strongest, and after witnessing his terrifying strength, no one dared to fight with this madman.
"Qutaybah, I have no intention of stopping you from fighting."
At this moment, the only person who remained calm was Abu Muslim. His expression was relaxed, and even before this publicly acknowledged Arab War God, he showed no fear.
"Rome wasn't built in a day. There will be plenty of opportunities to fight against the Tang people. Moreover, if you wanted to test their strength, you've probably already achieved your goal. The other side has many reinforcements, four Great Generals and that old man. You've also been fighting for a long time. Their advantage in numbers might be disadvantageous to you. "
"So, you think I can't beat him?"
Qutaybah narrowed his eyes, his expression turning even colder.
As the Arab War God, Qutaybah had never lost a single battle in his life, and Abu Muslim's words happened to strike at his taboo.
Buzz!
Qutaybah's words immediately caused the mood to shift. Qutaybah truly did have an astonishing aura, but Abu Muslim also appeared to have no intention of backing down. The Governor of War and the Governor of Iron and Blood were both supreme existences of the Arabian Empire.
The two strongest governors standing beneath the four black war banners in a standoff made Osman and Aybak very uneasy.
"Qutaybah, calm down!"
"Abu Muslim, don't be impulsive!"
Aybak was also beginning to panic.
The army had originally come east to deal with the Tang people at Talas, but if the situation continued to develop, the more than four hundred thousand Arab soldiers might start to fight amongst themselves.
"That's not what I meant. But, Qutaybah, don't forget the goal of this eastern expedition. His Majesty the Caliph has decreed that we must sweep through the east and unify the entire eastern world! "
Abu Muslim sternly said.
Unlike Qutaybah, who was perhaps obsessed with defeating powerful foes and trampling Great Generals under his feet, Abu Muslim was more focused on the overall strategic goal.
Abu Muslim, on the other hand, was more focused on the overall strategic goal. This was why he had not retreated to Khorasan after the battle, but remained in the Black Forest, waiting for a chance to attack.
The world was still and silent, and the air beneath the four war banners had dropped to a freezing point.
Qutaybah stared at Abu Muslim, his eyes seething with killing intent. The God's Might on his sword was constantly trembling and buzzing.
Everyone around him had nervous expressions, and Ziyad was even standing behind Abu Muslim, his right hand silently gripping the Ocean Ring around his waist.
Gulp!
Ziyad's throat slid as he unconsciously swallowed. As one of the best Arab generals, Qi Dade had faced many dangers, but the Qutaybah before him was completely different. From a certain perspective, he had reached a completely different level. Even if all the people here worked together, Ziyad still wasn't sure that they could deal with Qutaybah.
At this moment, the calmest and most composed person was Abu Muslim. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was like a pillar in the middle of an ocean, showing no intention of backing down.
"Fine!"
After a long while, Qutaybah finally loosened his grip on God's Might. Abu Muslim's words had been effective, and the Caliph's decree had finally overcome Qutaybah's madness for war.
"I'll leave this matter to you. I'll wait for your final decision!"
With these words, Qutaybah urged his horse forward and rode past the trio, vanishing into the distance.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Ziyad, Aybak, and Osman all breathed sighs of relief. Only after Qutaybah had left did the three of them feel their palms break out in a cold sweat.
"Abu Muslim, you were too impulsive. It's not like you don't know Qutaybah's personality. If you truly angered him, it would be extremely disadvantageous to all of us!"
Now that there were no outsiders, Osman, an old friend of many years, finally couldn't help but step forward and advise.
"I was truly worried for you just now."
"Relax. Qutaybah isn't as impulsive as all of you imagine. Don't forget that he's still a governor, not an ordinary general!"
Abu Muslim indifferently said.
Others might have viewed Qutaybah as a pure war madman, but Abu Muslim knew that a pure war madman could never become the Governor of War.
"Let's go. I've already received a letter from the Ouzan and the Western Turks. They should be arriving soon."
Abu Muslim turned his horse around and quickly vanished beneath the four black war banners.
… …
The two armies had sounded the gongs for retreat. Whether it was the Tang people or the Arabs, both sides had chosen to show restraint. The Tang Dynasty had not left the steel defense line to attack, and the Arabs did not have the courage to go around the defense line to continue the war.
Once the aftermath of the battle had been dealt with, everyone was gathered in the main hall of the City of Talas, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
"Have the losses been tallied up? How many people did we lose in this battle?"
Gao Xianzhi placed his hands on the table and looked at his deputy.
"We lost a lot, around ten thousand people. But the Arabs suffered even greater losses, around eighty thousand dead, all of them elites! "
The deputy sternly said.
The deputy's words instantly caused the mood in the hall to grow even heavier. It seemed like the Arabs had lost more than the Tang Dynasty in this battle, but ten thousand soldiers was no small number to the current Tang Dynasty.
More importantly, the Tang Dynasty had already sent out the Wushang Cavalry and Iron Wall Army several times, even the Mo Saber Unit. Even reinforcements had been dispatched. But the Arabs, whether it was the Mamelukes or the other heavyweight elites, had not entered the battle.
In contrast, the eighty thousand killed number was no longer as dazzling.
The mood in the hall was particularly heavy. Everyone lowered their heads in thought, no one saying a word.
"That's not what I'm worried about the most right now. That golden-armored Arab governor should be the Governor of War that the Khorasani speak of, Qutaybah. This person is too powerful. He alone was able to stop the attacks of four of us and hold the absolute advantage. If we don't think of a way to deal with this person, it will be very difficult for us to win this battle. "
Cheng Qianli broke the silence. No one had felt this battle more keenly than the four of them. Tens of thousands of soldiers, tens of thousands of steel walls, and several Great Generals had been unable to stop one man and one sword.
Before this, Cheng Qianli had never imagined that there could be such a powerful cultivator in the world. Cheng Qianli would never be able to forget that unstoppable and invincible aura for the rest of his life.
"Leave that Arab to me."
The Demonic Emperor Old Man's voice came from the side.
"If my guess is correct, this person has already surpassed the peak of the Saint Martial realm and reached the Subtle realm. With your current strength, you won't be able to deal with him."
"Subtle realm?"
Everyone turned to look, even Wang Chong turning to his master.
In his last life, Wang Chong had reached a very high level, not one bit inferior to Abu Muslim, but not even Wang Chong had ever heard of the Subtle realm. He only knew that the realm above the peak of the Saint Martial realm was the Divine Martial realm.
But Wang Chong had no doubts about his master's words. Even in the apocalyptic era, the Evil Emperor was a legendary existence. His cultivation level had already surpassed the imagination of many martial artists.
"Master, do you mean that this Qutaybah's cultivation has already reached the point where he can delve into the essence of Stellar Energy and observe many things that were previously impossible?"
Wang Chong suddenly said.
The Evil Emperor glanced in surprise at Wang Chong, and then he nodded.
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