Soaring of Galaxia

Indeed, this person was Qin Wushuang who had rushed over here through day and night without any rest.

From the Purple Flame Territory to the Great Surge territory, he traveled through a day and a night. Finally, he had arrived at this crucial point!

The one day and night of rushed travel did not make him feel spirit deprived or exhausted.

On the contrary, after this one day and a night of travelling, he had become energized unlike any other times. He seemed to have understood more things on the stage of the Upper Sky Realm.

The instant he stepped foot into the Hidden Tiger Camp, a wave of inspiration squeezed into his mind. In a flash of light, he seemed to have grasped a trace of inspiration.

It was the power of hatred, the inspiration of anger!

Wherever he looked, there were piles of corpses and a sea of blood. Indeed, it was hell.

The warriors of the Bai Yue were using their body and their blood to stop the wolf and tiger like warriors of the Great Wu from rushing in.

Even though, the side of the Hidden Tiger Camp received heavy injuries and was in a state of crisis.

The elite warriors from the Great Wu kept charging in. On the other hand, the defending soldiers of the Hidden Tiger Camp was constantly being devoured and broken up.

The defensive line was cut down from a three dimensional unit to a single line. Next, the line was further decimated into individuals.

The defense kept crumbling.

Now, it wouldn’t matter about the defense. There was only the most natural killing and the fist fights. Swords and blades swung over and arms, legs and heads tumbled all over the place.

The anger accumulated within Qin Wushuang’s mind could be sated even if he were to move the five great mountains nor would it be washed away by the three rivers!

Like King Kong descending, Qin Wushuang revealed formidable presence as if a god had arrived.

He stomped on the tip of his toe and rushed on top of the city wall. Next, he waved the soft whip through the air.

In this one sweep, Qin Wushuang had used all of his power. Accompanied by a wave of miserable explosion, his Upper Sky power spread out and directly wrapped a group of assaulters that were rushing toward the camp.

Then, he channeled his Spiritual Qi.

Bang!

Under the rings of the Upper Sky Qi, waves of bloody mist shot out as if many red flowers had bloomed in the air.

It was frightful, yet enchanting!

"Those who are heading to the top of this wall, only death awaits you!" Qin Wushuang shouted and waved the long whip directly at that giant car.

Bang!

The power from the Upper Sky was never something that the Pre-Sky Realm warriors wanted to experience. Besides, the current Qin Wushuang had just undergone another advancement in the Upper Sky Realm.

As if a god had brought forth his power, the power of this whip had sliced a crack through the car as if he was cutting through tofu.

Showing no mercy, Qin Wushuang shook the long whip again three times.

Boom!

After three strikes, that car was split into halves from the middle and fell to the side in a slant. All the martial artists inside the car were escaping for their lives.

Or else, once this car had fallen and created a huge impact to the ground, most likely they would die immediately.

Qin Wushuang did not relax. On the one hand, he held the snake shaped soft whip and the other hand he held the Violet Sun Sword. As if he was slashing melons or vegetables, he rushed back and forth as he killed.

"Warriors of the Bai Yue, gather in one place and give me space!"

While Qin Wushuang killed, he called out to them.

At this time, there were more than two thousand elite warriors and the normal martial artists from the Great Wu that had rushed to the wall. When they saw Qin Wushuang’s skill, a group of elite warriors encircled him and tried to use their numbers to suffocate Qin Wushuang to death.

Only, how could a tactic relying on ganging up kill an Upper Sky warrior?

While the two armies tangled together to fight, Qin Wushuang only worried that he would not be able to let his power loose entirely. Thus, he asked the warriors of the Bai Yue to make space. Or else, when he used all his strength, he would kill three or five thousand people cleanly.

An Upper Sky meant to borrow the power of nature. How could martial artists of the Pre-Sky Realm resist against the power of nature?

When the main general saw Qin Wushuang, he let out a cry: "Could you be Marquis Wushuang?"

"That’s me!" Qin Wushuang shouted, "Organize all the soldiers to build up the defensive line to stop the assaulters from the bottom from charging up. I will take care of these people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved three times with the long whip in his hand. With the explosive sound of "Peng peng peng peng" and under the impact from the Upper Sky Qi, the bodies of these Pre-Sky Realm martial artists exploded like an overfilled waterskin. They had no power to resist.

In the blink of an eye, four or five lives had been taken by Qin Wushuang’s whip and sword.

The Great Wu side also realized something was wrong.

One of the Stage Nine of Genuine Force warriors had jumped down from the wall regardless of everything. He had a terrified expression and was escaping as if he had seen a ghost.

Immediately, his action created a chain reaction among the other elite warriors of the Great Wu. Someone shouted: "This person is an Upper Sky!"

"Upper Sky!"

"Retreat immediately. We cannot fight with an Upper Sky elite warrior!"

Qin Wushuang send out a "Lion’s Roar" with the Upper Sky Qi gushing out. It shocked those escaping warriors from the Great Wu causing them to become dizzy and lose their stance. As a result, they fell down.

Naturally, there was only one result after falling down from a dozen metre high wall—Splattering into piles of meat.

Instantly, the situation had turned.

Dumbfounded, that one-eyed general watched the changes happening on the wall and said: "Who is he?"

"General, Upper Sky, this is an Upper Sky!"

"Upper Sky?" The one eyed main general lost all color in his face and saw the elite warriors from the Great Wu had turned around to escape. However, when they reached the head of the wall, they dropped to death under the impact of the enemy’s roar.

His whole body could not help but tremble as he watched this scene.

"General, it’s not going well, retreat!"

"Retreat?"

"If we don’t retreat, when the Hidden Tiger Camp organizes a counterattack, all our soldiers will not be enough to stick into their teeth!" This assistant general showed an anxious expression and trembled as he watched Qin Wushuang releasing all the Upper Sky power on the top of the wall. He could not help himself and wanted to run back as far as he could.

With a jump, Qin Wushuang already landed on that abandoned car. He dragged out one of the strong crossbows. He pulled it open with his arm and arrows shot forward accompanied with the sound of whistling air.

"Ah?" That one-eyed general only felt that the pupil of his only eye had enlarged as if something was flying toward him.

Without a chance to react, that arrow pierced into his only eye and through the skull. It brought out a ball of blood rain.

Not even letting out a miserable cry, he had fallen from the horse. However, the remaining impact from that arrow did not diminish. It continued forward and penetrated through seven or eight soldiers.

When those assistant generals next to the one-eyed general saw this cruel scene, all their courage and fighting spirit collapsed.

One of them shouted: "Retreat!"

"Retreat immediately, retreat!"

The tens of thousand soldiers and horses mingled into a mess. As flags dropped, people turned to run away. Those assistant generals used their quality horses and ran without turning their heads. They feared that once they turned around to look back, they would see that deadly arrow shooting towards them.

Instantly, the forward army of the Great Wu only left behind a floor of victory flags and wounded soldiers who had been trampled by the war horses in the scramble to escape. Disaster victims swarmed across the land and miserable howls filled the space.

At this time, the door of the Hidden Tiger Camp opened up. Under the leadership of the main general, three thousand riders surged out and went forward to chase after them. To take advantage of such favorable situation, they would broaden their horizon and destroy the enemies to the fullest extent.

When they passed those wounded soldiers of the Great Wu, these riders did not show mercy. Like slashing melons and vegetables, they had killed all of them.

Finally, the battle stopped when it was noon.

The three thousand riders from the Hidden Tiger camp had only returned with victory after they had chased thirty miles and killed thousand of generals.

They cleared the battleground and tallied the results of the war.

On the side of the Hidden Tiger Camp, they had over five thousand deaths and over five thousand wounded soldiers. The cruelty of the battle was quite apparent.

However, the damage to the Great Wu would be double the amount of this.

From their thirty thousand forward army, tens of thousand of soldiers that had tried to escape had been killed. Not a single life was spared. At least twenty thousand had lost their lives.

Among this number, soldiers from the Great Wu had died from breaking through the city wall, had gotten killed by Qin Wushuang, stomped to death by their own riders or gotten killed by soldiers from the Hidden Tiger chasers.

Qin Wushuang still had remnants of anger as he watched the soldiers from the Hidden Tiger Camp cleaning the battlefield.

The main general of the Hidden Tiger Camp came up to pay courtesy without even getting out of his armour.

Qin Wushuang waved his hand: "You are the main general of this place, no need for courtesy. How was today’s battle situation?"

That main general said with shame: "If Marquis Wushuang had not arrived in time, most likely the Hidden Tiger Camp would have fallen to the enemy."

"The Great Wu had strong soldiers and horses, they even had siege equipment. Although the Hidden Tiger Camp had a strong defensive line, it could not bear such level of impact. This time, the Great Wu had poured much money and energy into it."

"Ha ha, unfortunately the appearance of Marquis Wushuang made them lose everything they had!" Brimming with joy, that main general thought back to that marvelous scene in which they had grasped the victory from turning the tide. His blood boiled whenever he thought about it.

"Yes, isn’t the Martial Saint overseeing the Hidden Tiger Camp?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. There is a short letter from the Martial Saint. He said to give it to you when you arrived here."

Qin Wushuang took it and opened it to see. However, only two lines of words were written on here—Tens of thousand of new trees lay before a sick tree, new people replace the old in the world of living.

While Qin Wushuang thought about it, his expression changed: "Where is he?"

"At 7 AM today, Qi Shengnan, Martial Saint of the Great Wu, met with the Martial Saint to fight at that Reincarnation Mountain!"

Qin Wushuang expression changed and he said to himself: "Senior Brother Qiu, this time, you are making a death goal..."

He remembered the unhealed injuries of the Martial Saint and thought about these words. Vividly, he felt that the Martial Saint had the superior attitude that saw through life and death. He compared himself as the sick tree and as an old person. It appeared as an encouragement to Qin Wushuang, how could it not be a hint for new people would replace the old?

"Could it be that Senior Brother Qiu knew that he would fail at this battle because of his injuries, he left me with this letter to entrust the hope of this war to me?" When Qin Wushuang thought here, he wanted to put on wings and fly to the Reincarnation Mountain. He still remembered the help and the support from the Martial Saint clearly...

Now, his senior was in a crisis, how could he stand by and watch?

"Marquis Wushuang, the Martial Saint said that if you were to come here, that you shouldn’t go to the Reincarnation Mountain. For everything, think in the interest of the nation." Suddenly, that main general seemed to have guessed something and reminded him.

Inwardly, Qin Wushuang was shocked.

To think in the best interest of the country!

Suddenly, he understood something and wave of unknown emotion surged up within his chest. This was the Martial Saint who worked hard for the fate of the Bai Yue Country for his entire life. Even now as he faced his own life and death, he still put the interest of the nation before his own life.

Before life and death, he still could not forget the country’s fate, and the destiny of all the people in the Bai Yue.

The Hidden Tiger Camp needed Qin Wushuang, the border matters needed him, and most importantly, the Bai Yue needed him...

When he thought here, Qin Wushuang’s throat clenched and he stared in the direction of the Reincarnation mountain. He mused to himself: "Senior Brother, please take care..."