Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 294 - 282: General Zhao, Long Time No See
This force of the Jinyin Army numbered nearly a hundred men.
Leading them was a man in his thirties, the captain of this Jinyin Army, named Zhao Zhifeng.
Zhao Zhifeng was a cousin of Zhao Tianyin.
The last time Zhao Tianyin returned to Luochuan Imperial City to report on the situation at the Northern Pass to the current Emperor, Zhao Zhifeng had accompanied him at his side.
Within the Great Qian Martial Institute, when Shangguan Yong wanted to corner Qin Qing, Zhao Tianyin stood up and confronted the one hundred thousand imperial guards, and Zhao Zhifeng was right there beside Zhao Tianyin.
Now, this force of Jinyin Army was being ambushed.
The ambushers were not the military of an enemy nation but rather hundreds of cultivators.
There were nearly three to four hundred cultivators, all at the Divine Might Realm or Golden Core Realm of martial artists, possessing formidable strength. Many martial artists rode on Snow Eagles, shooting cold arrows from their backs, striking down the soldiers of the Jinyin Army.
Sometimes, the Snow Eagles would swoop down, snatch up a soldier from the Jinyin Army, fly high into the sky, and then drop them to the ground, killing them in the fall.
Snow Eagles are fearsome birds from the Northern Borderlands. When they spread their wings, they can span up to twenty feet wide, possess immense strength, and move at such great speed that they are hard to defend against.
"Snow Eagle Sect, you scum! Collaborating with Northern Yuan! The Prince of Zhennan will surely annihilate your Snow Eagle Sect once he finds out!"
Zhao Zhifeng’s eyes bulged, nearly splitting with rage as he roared.
"Sadly... The Prince of Zhennan will never find out... Because all of you are going to die!"
A maroon smile hung on the face of a Golden Core Realm martial cultivator from the Snow Eagle Sect, as he skillfully plucked the bow and arrow from his back and took aim.
"Swish!"
The arrow flew out suddenly, tearing through the air, and instantly striking one of the Jinyin Army soldiers.
"Thud!"
The soldier had no time to react before the arrow pierced through his chest.
The arrow was not only incredibly fast but also carried a powerful force.
The sheer strength of the arrow, upon piercing the soldier, also sent him flying backward.
Then... the soldier landed on the ground with a fist-sized bloody hole in his chest, instantly devoid of life!
"Ah!! Snow Eagle Sect, you beasts!"
Zhao Zhifeng roared furiously as he stepped forward, his entire body leaping into the air, thrusting his long spear towards the Snow Eagle Sect member who had shot the cold arrow.
"Hahaha..."
However, that martial artist from the Snow Eagle Sect just laughed loudly, commanding his Snow Eagle to fly to another side.
He did not engage with Zhao Zhifeng head-on.
Zhao Zhifeng was himself at the Golden Core Realm.
Both of them were Golden Core Realm Martial Dao Masters. Even in a direct collision, it was not certain he would be at a disadvantage, but he did not wish to clash with Zhao Zhifeng head-on. Riding the Snow Eagle, he could easily evade Zhao Zhifeng, taking out this force of the Jinyin Army with minimal loss.
With a flap of its wings, the Snow Eagle took off into the sky, reaching the other side, and the martial artist from the Snow Eagle Sect drew his bow once more...
"Swish!"
The arrow ripped through the air, even generating a visible wave of turbulence.
"Ah..."
Another soldier from the Jinyin Army was hit by the arrow, exploding one of his legs, and he fell into a pool of blood, screaming in agony.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers from the Jinyin Army had perished at the hands of that Snow Eagle Sect martial artist. From his technique and cultivation, it was clear that this person was no ordinary member of the Snow Eagle Sect, but rather a powerful elder.
As he watched his fellow soldiers fall one by one around him, Zhao Zhifeng was engulfed with anger, as well as with grief. These soldiers were his brothers who had fought alongside him on the battlefield; in the barracks, they had lived side by side, shared every thought, but now they were falling before his eyes...
And Zhao Zhifeng himself knew that today, he would not be able to escape his doom.
The bastards of the Snow Eagle Sect are very cunning, avoiding direct confrontation and instead continuously maneuvering to first kill off the soldiers with weaker strength, and then encircle and slaughter those stronger.
Zhao Zhifeng has already sustained several injuries and probably won’t be able to hold on much longer!
Death is not to be feared!
Having fought in the battlefield for so many years, Zhao Zhifeng had long since become indifferent to life and death.
He also knew that as long as one was on the battlefield, a day would come when he might die in battle...
But he truly couldn’t bear to watch his own brothers fall one by one before his eyes.
Nor did he want to see the army he was part of get decimated by the Snow Eagle Sect!
Because they were a reconnaissance army, they had detected the enemy’s movements.
The enemy had already infiltrated the Northern Borderlands, with a million-strong force sweeping southward, aiming to launch a sudden attack on the Great Qian, a crisis unprecedented.
This reconnaissance army had uncovered the intelligence report three days ago and now needed to deliver it to the main camp in the north with the utmost speed.
Ordinarily, they would communicate using a Horn Token.
However, the Northern Borderlands are too vast, and the distance that a Horn Token can transmit is limited.
Furthermore... the Spiritual Patterns information transmitted by the Horn Token was inexplicably blocked by some invisible force, it was clear that the Jinyin Army had been under covert surveillance from the very beginning...
Zhao Zhifeng felt almost desperate, his anger uncontainable. After so many years of battling in the field, it wasn’t the enemy’s hand he would die by, but by these traitors of the Snow Eagle Sect!
Just when Zhao Zhifeng was nearing despair, suddenly, a gigantic eagle plunged from the distant horizon.
At the same time, a figure leaped down from above the eagle.
"Boom!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Qin Qing’s feet hit the ground. Because he had jumped from high above, the tremendous impact traveled through his feet and into the ground.
Boom!
Dust flew up, and his feet sank nearly two feet deep into the ground.
His feet were almost engulfed by the soil and rocks.
This was only because of Qin Qing’s powerfully strong physique; if it had been any other Martial Cultivator in the Divine Might Realm, their legs would likely have snapped on impact.
Qin Qing’s arrival from the sky momentarily took both the Jinyin Army and the Snow Eagle Sect by surprise.
The surrounding gaze also fell on him.
Zhao Zhifeng saw Qin Qing and felt slightly puzzled; he thought the young man before him seemed somehow familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place where he had seen him.
Compared to half a year ago, Qin Qing’s appearance indeed underwent significant changes.
Half a year before, when he had just entered the Great Qian Martial Institute, Qin Qing looked slender in build, with a youthful face still prominently displaying his immaturity.
But now...
He had grown at least a head taller than half a year ago, his build now more robust and imposing, the naivety on his face had faded away, leaving only determination and a chiseled jawline.
"General Zhao! It’s been a while!"
Qin Qing stepped out from the rubble and walked towards Zhao Zhifeng.
"Who are you?" Zhao Zhifeng looked at Qin Qing with perplexity.
Qin Qing gave a faint smile, his hand agitated with Spiritual Patterns as the Azure Dragon Spear materialized.
Seeing the Azure Dragon Spear in Qin Qing’s hand, Zhao Zhifeng suddenly remembered – wasn’t this the young man who had been under the protection of the Prince of Zhennan back in Luochuan Imperial City?
But why would this young man suddenly appear in the Northern Borderlands?
And in the present situation, his appearance here wouldn’t be of any help at all; if anything, it would only lead to his own demise here...
