Chapter 129: Thunder-Shattering Blade Aura

You lead the starving refugees, wandering through the wind and snow.

While slaughtering demons and cutting off edible demon flesh, you absorb the starving refugees at the border, strengthening your own team.

Your actions are quite effective, and the team is expanding at an extremely fast speed.

Wu Yingxue feels surprised by this.

Perhaps this team is no longer just so-called starving refugees; combined with the Fools Art you passed down, it is enough to be called an army.

It's just that you haven't thought about what to name such a team. People put forward various opinions, some elegant, some colloquial.

You think seriously for a long time, and finally, you laugh and give up.

No matter what name you choose, the people joining your team have only one goal: to live peacefully and have enough to eat.

That is enough; that is sufficient.

If you must name it, you think Qiuhuo Army or "Eating Army" sounds pretty good.

A-Niu says he likes the name "Eating Army".

Wandering in the wind and snow for two months, your team has grown larger, reaching tens of thousands—tens of thousands of Souls longing to live.

They are Souls that have already died once.

In the face of such Souls, death is no longer something to be feared. They long to survive through death, to seek a true path to life from a desperate situation.

By Cultivating your Fools Art, almost all the starving refugees have stepped into the first realm of body tempering. Those with sufficient Divine Qi even rushed to the second or third realm in one go.

Not only that, after the young girl took the true qi pill, she also promoted to Innate during the fierce battle with the demons.

Wu Yingxue happily tells you this news.

"Master, let me tell you, I am a Xiantian Martial Artist now!"

"Well done, Yingxue."

You speak words of encouragement with a gentle smile, simultaneously reaching out your palm to brush the few snowflakes off the girl's head.

The girl giggles foolishly, seemingly very happy to be praised by you.

That year, that month, that day.

Wu Yingxue puts her hands on her hips, her expression full of spirit, not knowing what humility is, but she only shows this posture in front of you.

Most of the time, she is the reliable "Little Master Wu" in everyone's eyes. Whenever someone has a problem, they will seek help from the young girl.

You observe silently, watching the girl go from being flustered at the beginning to being handy later on.

You feel gratified by the girl's growth.

But at the same time, you also truly feel the desire to turn around this world, this world that forcibly changes everyone.

Long-term Persistence in Martial Arts Evolution has caused your "Blood-Qi Overlord Fist" to undergo a transformation. Congratulations, you have comprehended the "Observing Principles True Fist".

Long-term Persistence in Martial Arts Evolution has caused your "Nine Thunder Blades" to undergo a transformation, evolving by mixing with Xiantian Astral Qi. Congratulations, you have comprehended the "Thunder-Shattering Blade Aura".

Your strength has become extremely powerful; every punch and kick is like a blade slash, with rolling heavenly thunder.

After Wu Yingxue stepped into the Innate realm, the Azure Dragon Astral Qi she awakened also possesses power far beyond the same level. You personally tested her strength and were amazed.

Time flies. You calculate the heavenly timing, judging that a colder snow-melting weather phenomenon is coming. For the ragged Qiuhuo Army, this is tantamount to a countdown to death.

You no longer hide.

Leading the tens of thousands of the Qiuhuo Army, you attack a weak pass that you have already scouted.

The martial generals sitting in command here are two Guan Li Realm Martial Arts Grandmasters, and you and the young girl each take one.

"Take this spear!!"

An angry shout resounds through the sky.

Everyone subconsciously looks up at the sky.

Only to see that red and white martial robe, a figure as swift as a raging fire, wielding a long spear and dancing in the firmament, blasting out a huge and ferocious dragon-shaped Protective Aura.

With scales and claws.

With horns and tail.

It is as if a real Azure Dragon is galloping in the sky.

"Azure Dragon Astral Qi?!" The Daqian martial generals sitting in the pass feel shocked and stunned.

Azure Dragon Astral Qi is exclusive to the Daqian royal family. Why would it appear in the hands of the rebel army? Soon, the two Xiantian martial generals associate it with Wu Yingxue's identity.

Their expressions suddenly turn cold.

"How bold, the remnants of the Dingyuan Prefecture actually dare to appear here!"

"Wait for this general to capture you and send you to the Imperial Capital to face the Saint!"

The Xiantian martial general walks through the air, but is forced back in mid-air by a blade aura as fast as lightning and light.

"Only forced back, not injured…"

"I am still not skilled enough with the 'Thunder-Shattering Blade Aura'…"

"Moreover, people and demons are ultimately different. I lack experience in fighting against Martial Artists."

In the vast wind and snow sky.

Xu Xi's figure also walks through the air.

The Protective Aura is like a blade, tearing through the surrounding wind and snow; the sound of the blade is like thunder, shaking ironware within ten miles.

Without too much verbal communication, on the blood-stained battlefield, Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue kill towards one Daqian martial general each. This is a battle exclusive to Xiantian Martial Artists, exclusive to Martial Arts Grandmasters.

And on the ground.

The Qiuhuo Army, composed of refugees, has formed a continuous, surging wave, impacting the garrison at the pass.

"Kill!"

When the farmer who used to farm picks up a hoe.

When the cook who burned firewood and cooked picks up a kitchen knife.

Those rusty tools, objects of no grade that reflect white light in the wind and snow, will also burst out with power that makes people shudder.

"Mere sinful people!"

Cavalry rushes out of the pass, attempting to crush the formation of the refugees.

But the high-and-mighty "Lord" suddenly discovers in horror that those lowly people, who he imagined would break at the first touch, are not afraid of his charge.

On the contrary, people go crazy and actively rush toward the fiery horses.

Lifting dung forks, lifting hoes, or homemade rough ropes.

They smash everything at the four hooves of the fiery horses.

Even more, some rush directly over, trying to block the progress of the horses with their human bodies.

Some are kicked away by the horses, but it doesn't matter; new people will surge up. Even if they are kicked until they cough up blood, they still follow one after another in a crazy manner.

"Get lost!"

"All of you, get lost!"

The cavalryman falls off his horse.

He is a tiger son of a general family from the Imperial Capital.

Possessing a bright future and a promising career, from the moment he was born, he was destined to be different from the mud-legged people in front of him.

But now, falling to the ground, he appears lower than the mud-legged people, only able to look up at their faces in horror.

This battle is very fierce.

It continues until the sunset.

The red halo dyes the sky red, only then bringing the final curtain call.

The Qiuhuo Army wins. It wins naturally, and it wins thoroughly. When the last remnant of light on the battlefield shines on the earth, what is revealed are countless blood-stained corpses, while the living continue to move forward.

In the face of that will that has already died once and only seeks to live again like a human.

Even if it is the border army wearing armor and holding blades.

They are nothing more than the same people who will die if killed.

The so-called distinction between high and low, the so-called distinction between noble and lowly, is absolutely equal in the face of death.