Peace Order-Chapter 1601 - 31: Ambush and Reinforcements!

The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd swept out once more, clashing with the Great Khan’s weapon. Li Guanyi felt his energy surge, and rushed forward with fierce movement technique. Behind him, of the original three thousand iron cavalry, now only twenty-eight hundred remained.

The Breaking Cloud Sky-shattering Bow, as a Divine Weapon, shot arrows with immense power.

Even though the Great Khan intercepted most, there were always less than a tenth of the arrows that could pierce into the army from the flank.

Even top-notch heavy cavalry bolstered by the military formation found it difficult to counter when faced with half-step legends holding divine weapon arrows.

Generally, a Divine General leading an army against a lone top master, failing to trap them immediately within the army formation, would end in this state; and top martial artists above Great Grandmaster know it’s time to leave.

The momentum was advantageous; even if a Grandmaster wanted to fight to the death, all that awaited was death.

In this situation, both sides should realize continuing yields no benefit.

It’s time to withdraw.

One side expels the other, one side retreats completely.

But the Great Khan was like he had bloodshot eyes, relentlessly pursued Li Guanyi, seemingly determined to swallow him whole.

Relying on the edge of the army, expelling such a top expert, if the opponent is only skilled in close combat, it would just push them out; but faced with Li Guanyi, who wields an elite contemporary Divine Weapon, the soldiers of the formation would gradually diminish.

"Too few soldiers!"

The Great Khan’s eyes faintly revealed streaks of blood.

Li Guanyi’s martial arts exceeded his expectations.

In initial contact, Li Guanyi merely possessed Wolf King’s Legend Energy, but now he exuded Martial Arts Legend Energy, along with the majesty of an Overlord, supported by these three forces and the Divine Weapon of the White Tiger Sect.

Three thousand troops were not enough!

At least ten thousand iron cavalry were needed.

With ten thousand iron cavalry, compounded with military momentum, even Li Guanyi would be ensnared.

Li Guanyi lunged forward again, the three forces continuously tempering within him, three hours had passed — despite the speed of the Red Dragon, several returns still required time.

In youth, a decade of stimulation from the Fei Beast Blood’s toxin brought extraordinary tolerance to agony, letting Li Guanyi withstand the internal pressure of these three energies; rather, it spurred a tumult of qi and blood during this unrelenting pursuit.

Li Guanyi’s body had gradually adapted to simultaneously channeling these three legendary energies.

Zhang Ziyong’s Immortal Body endowed his physique with remarkable adaptability.

Clearly crafting such martial arts, yet solely pursuing the utmost longevity.

Simply wasteful.

Li Guanyi didn’t understand.

Rapid regeneration, swift recovery—with such physique, any martial artist could attain formidable combat prowess, but Zhang Ziyong only fixated on seeking that life force akin to rebirth from a drop of blood.

No matter how strong the vitality, lacking protection, it could be fully severed.

The bloodshot-eyed Great Khan once more slashed with an overbearing technique, its flames surging.

Li Guanyi used the Jiuli Divine Weapon to block the frontal impact of the move, then leveraged the Overlord Physique to withstand the secondary flame surge; finally, aided by the internal Immortal Body, he recovered injuries inflicted within ten breaths.

The combat skill of the plains resembled wolves hunting prey.

Continuously weakening, with a near-and-far oppressive feel, keeping the opponent’s spirit perpetually tense, until their condition dwindled—then the true attack.

But, this fellow before him.

Had already sprinted for several hours.

Yet, absolutely nothing!

Despite blood seeping from his lips, looking heavily wounded, like previous opponents — even at their peak, qi and blood roiled, bold and unconstrained, yet after the army’s pursuit, their state waned.

Gradually unable to escape the coverage of the military formation.

Finally falling beneath the army.

This was the army’s second combat tactic against top masters; a martial artist facing a military formation inevitably resorts to an extremely exhausting method of primordial qi, while the army, bolstered by formation, its endurance far exceeds that of a lone martial artist among enemies.

Exhaust the opponent’s primordial qi, weaken their qi and blood, oppress their spirit.

Anyone, if debilitated.

Will be dragged to death!

Yet, the Prince Qin before him seemed on the verge of collapse, blood spraying from his mouth, but sprinting like a fierce tiger, recovering within mere moments. This vexing condition recalled a foe the Great Khan encountered decades ago.

A man in a green robe, with a simple face.

Brother of the previous Turkic King, during the Three Khan Kings’ invasion of the Central Plains.

He once broke a small town, and according to the custom then, violated all the women, then departed arrogantly, only to return ten months later and take away all the newborns.

Men slain, the children raised in their tribe to become their wolf pack.

Women taken back too.

Those unwilling women, if near childbirth, were cut open with knives to extract the babies; if premature still, simply slain.

Life or death, of no concern.

This was their habit.

Numerous tribes on the plains, but later migrating to the Western Regions, the Turkic people occupied it, acting rough and unrestrained.