Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 129 - 103: The Tiger’s Roar - The Tiger of Nanli, To Death Not Life_2

Continuing to charge forward a hundred feet, making room for the rear troops, Chen Qing shouted, "Rear team becomes the front team, about-face!"

When he led the Eight Tigers back to the front again, he saw Yuan Tianfang, covered in blood from killing, but at this point, he couldn’t be bothered to pursue any issues. Killing was killing.

After all, they were about to win.

Chen Qing raised his giant sword, "Charge and kill with me!"

Once more, he plunged into the enemy ranks, transforming into a sword tip, tearing through the formation. The Eight Tigers and Yuan Tianfang followed, expanding the breach, while the warriors at the rear slaughtered the enemy troops who had just been attacked by the Eight Tigers.

As for those in the very back, they felt as if they were just constantly running. By the time they were close to the enemy, there were not many left in front of them.

At this point, no one foolishly left the team to charge elsewhere, as that was a path seeking death.

Chen Qing plunged into the enemy ranks again, but he felt less resistance than before, making the slaughter easier.

The enemy army was on the brink of collapse!

Seeing Chen Qing charge again, they didn’t even want to organize an offensive; they just wanted to save their lives.

As the horses galloped, Chen Qing swung his two giant swords, leading the five hundred soldiers behind him as they passed through the layers of enemy troops like a deep dragon flying through the sky.

With a charge, they left behind another two hundred corpses!

Shi Xintie used a spear to repel an enemy Foundation Establishment before him, glancing over the battlefield with the corner of his eye, he sighed, "Truly one man against a thousand!"

Chen Qing had lost count of how many people he had killed, as he was just continuously killing without a moment’s stop.

Chen Qing turned his horse around, covered in blood like a Divine General, he shouted, "Where are the warriors of the Yusheng Clan!?"

The warriors of the Yusheng Clan shouted in response, "We are here!"

Chen Qing raised his giant sword, "Charge and kill with me!"

He charged out on his horse, immediately followed by the Eight Tigers and over two hundred cavalrymen from the Yusheng Clan.

Yuan Tianfang, having charged twice with Chen Qing, was now out of breath, and he immediately led the people of Iron Flow Valley and the Xuanping Clan to maintain their formation, "Don’t let them escape, follow me!"

He stood in front of the enemy, allowing Chen Qing to lead his men to charge forward.

Yuan Ye’s gaze fell on Chen Qing, thinking he should have personally dealt with him earlier.

Such a Tiger General, Xuanping was truly lucky!

Failing to establish Foundation in the north, yet they gained such a Tiger General, they actually profited!

Watching Chen Qing slaughter the crowd, his own army couldn’t resist, not even standing a single round against Chen Qing.

With the great sword falling, bodies were shattered and heads severed.

Most of the corpses on the ground were warriors of the Yuan Rang Tribe, Yuan Ye only needed a glance to estimate there were about six or seven hundred.

Yet the other side, with Chen Qing tearing apart the formation by himself, had only lost around a hundred due to most of the pressure being on him.

"One man against a thousand, truly a Tiger General!"

His army had already done their best; in a mundane war, losing thirty percent of the troops would lead to a collapse.

Yet his soldiers, having lost almost forty percent, were still fighting hard, and no one used Earth Gu to escape underground, only temporarily avoiding Chen Qing’s fury.

Charging through the formation again, Chen Qing was about to return to his own formation when he saw Yuan Ye standing on the shoulder of a Mud Stone Giant shouting loudly, "Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

After speaking, Yuan Ye jumped off the Mud Stone Giant’s shoulder, mounted his Mutant Blood Horse, and headed for the distant Great City of the Yuan Rang Tribe.

Yuan Tianfang laughed loudly, "Hahaha, we won! We won!"

"Soldiers, pursue them with me!"

Chen Qing also spurred his horse to pursue, unwilling to let too many enemies return to the Yuan Rang Tribe. Explore more stories at novelbuddy

Only the warriors of the Stone Heart Clan were still shouting, "No, Lord Qingxu hasn’t led us to charge yet!"

"Why did they surrender?"

"It hasn’t been our turn yet!"

"Couldn’t the fools of the Yuan Rang Tribe hold on a little longer?"

Yuan Tianfang also found it amusing, hearing complaints about the enemy not being defeated quickly enough.

"Kill, pursue them, don’t let the enemy escape!"

Seeing a large number of enemy troops using the Earth Tunneling Skill, the Xuan Bird Clan, pursuing immediately, bent their bows and shot wildly at the bulging mounds, occasionally hitting an enemy not deeply tunneled.

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As for the over a hundred Yuan Rang Tribe warriors without Earth Gu, watching many comrades disappearing, they merely cursed under their breath, "Damn it, let’s fight them!"

"Fight, we Nanli people lack no blood courage!"

They turned their horses, "Our brothers retreated, we can’t retreat, let’s stay to block the enemy!"

Yuan Wujue, draped in a luxurious wolf-skin robe, turned his horse while holding a knife, raising it high, "Brothers, Nan Li has no warriors who surrender!"

Seeing sixteen hundred troops closing in on him, Yuan Wujue coldly watched, pulling a Spirit Stone from his shirt, and frantically absorbing the Spiritual Energy within.

The Yuan Rang Tribe warriors, not possessing Earth Gu, gathered around him, likewise pulling out Spirit Stones, absorbing the Spiritual Energy, blood gleaming in their eyes.

Chen Qing rode up slowly, "Even in defeat, are there such fierce warriors?"

This was entirely different from the sects over in Da Yan.

In Da Yan, if defeat was certain, surrendering was no big deal.

But the Nanli tigers, today, showed Chen Qing their faith.

He understood why the people of Nanli were called tigers by the world.

To live is glory, to die is not to be mourned.