C384 Fight General
C384 Fight General
"Boom!" Nearly a million cultivators of the Southern Wasteland behind him took a step forward uniformly, producing a loud bang.
Their auras were like violent tsunamis that rumbled as they came crashing down.
The Huangfu family and his subordinates had done all kinds of bad things in the Southern Wasteland.
Many of the cultivators in the Southern Wasteland, including their relatives, disciples, and fellow sect members, had died under their hands.
The flames of revenge were burning in everyone's hearts. They wished they could eat these invaders alive!
Furthermore, these invaders were extremely brutal. Wherever they went, not only would they uproot all the major sects, they would also not let go of ordinary mortals!
Everyone knew that if this battle failed, the fate of those mortals would fall on them!
This caused everyone to share a common enemy. They were united and imposing!
Within the enemy's army, the ferocious beasts beneath them let out waves of terrified roars under such a powerful pressure, causing the camp to be thrown into chaos.
The people of Southern Wasteland were delighted. The enemy had thrown themselves into chaos. This was extremely beneficial to them!
Huangfu Shang narrowed his red phoenix eyes. With a "Pa!," he opened his folding fan and gently waved it twice.
This "Pa" sound was like a thunderbolt exploding in the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
Instantly, their hearts trembled and the commotion immediately calmed down.
"I didn't expect that you would be able to gather so many shrimp soldiers and crab generals."
Huangfu Shang's eyes were filled with contempt as he glanced at the hundreds of thousands of cultivators in Southern Wasteland.
"Looks like there are nearly a million of them."
Huangfu Shang wasn't worried at all when he saw that the enemy had twice as many soldiers as his own.
He raised a delicate finger and pointed at the cultivators of Southern Wasteland in the distance, "No matter how many of them there are, they are only here to die!"
Most of the cultivators of Southern Wasteland had come with two legs. They looked like sand and dust were rolling in the air, and their Qi was extraordinary.
However, it also exposed the problem of the lack of strength of the cultivators in Southern Wasteland.
This was because the lowest requirement to fly was to be at least at the Fourth Extreme Stage.
Mooh Chen, Jiang Hu, and the others all had serious expressions on their faces. They understood the difference in strength. It was not something that could be made up for with just a wave of anger!
However, the loser could not lose the formation!
Everyone waited fiercely for the people of Huangfu family. All kinds of magic tools appeared in their hands.
Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and carefully counted the combat strength that could be used here.
There were only two Saint Stage warriors, Mooh Chen and Nine Nether Bird.
There were seven remaining Peak Masters in the Divine Altar Stage, Meng Haoran from the Scarlet Sun Academy, Sword Master Lee Xuan from the Sword Cave, and Mei Yintong from the Plum Blossom Valley. There were fifteen of them in total.
As for the opponent's high-end combat strength, there were eighteen Saint Stage warriors!
There were more than ninety Divine Altar Stage cultivators!
The rest were all Dragon Realm and Fourth Extreme Stage experts!
Although their numbers were smaller than the Southern Wasteland Alliance Army, their overall strength was much stronger!
Even if Mooh Chen, Nine Nether Bird, and the others could fight one against many.
But when the other side's experts rushed forward, it was also very difficult to defend against them!
Huangfu Shang and the Old Ancestor of the Profound Ice Sect must have a lot of trump cards in their hands, and their strength was comparable to that of a Holy Lord Stage!
Jiang Hu, Nine Nether Bird, Mooh Chen, and the others felt their hearts sink, and they felt even more pressured!
"Hehe, how about this, let's play a game?" Huangfu Shang smiled, picked up the orchid, and pointed over. He said:
"You and I will send some men and horses to compete? What do you think? "
The people on Jiang Ling's side were stunned.
Lee Xuan asked with a puzzled expression, "Why did the other side give up their advantage and fight with us?"
Nine Nether Bird's face was somewhat gloomy, and he shook his head. "This Huangfu Shang is not kind. He wants to use the smallest amount of strength to kill us all!"
"They have a lot of experts. They are not afraid of us at all. As long as the people we sent out lose, the cultivators of Southern Wasteland will feel discouraged. There is already a gap in strength between them. At that time, it will be even more difficult for them to fight us!"
"Even if we accept the challenge, we still need to keep using our trump cards. And the opponent's foundation is much deeper than ours, they are not afraid of us breaking out of the predicament! When our trump cards are used up, they will erupt with thunderous methods to kill us!"
Everyone heard Nine Nether Bird's explanation and their faces turned ugly.
Now that the opponent had openly challenged them, if they didn't dare to accept the challenge, wouldn't this mean that the Southern Wasteland was afraid?
As expected of the young master of an ancient family. With just a simple sentence, he had hidden his plot and placed the Southern Wasteland on top of it, making it difficult for them to advance or retreat!
Huangfu Shang raised his brows and said, "All of you have thought about it for so long. I think you have already thought about it, right?"
"Protector Jee, you go up and fight the first battle!" He stretched out his finger and pointed at the hunchbacked Saint Stage Expert.
"Yes, sir!" Protector Jee's face revealed a ferocious smile. He took out his short halberd and walked over step by step.
"Are all the cultivators in Southern Wasteland cowards? Come and fight me!"
The other party didn't care what the people of Southern Wasteland thought, and provoked them as soon as they came up.
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"Damn it!" Jiang Hu rolled up his sleeves and wanted to charge forward.
"Ah, Ah Hu, don't worry!" Jiang Ling's gentle voice rang out, causing Jiang Hu to stop in his tracks.
"Master, it's fine! As long as I expend some effort, I can kill the other party!" Jiang Hu turned around and said respectfully.
"Don't worry!" Jiang Ling waved his hand. "Since he wants to play, let's play with him!"
Hearing this, Jiang Hu suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "Master, who should we send?"
Jiang Ling smiled slightly and raised his hand to point at everyone. He said seriously, "It's him."
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and were a little confused.
The one the Ancestor was pointing at was actually Niu Changzhi!
As Niu Changzhi's master, Gu Shan was deeply aware of his background. He hastily tried to persuade him.
"Niu Changzhi has only entered the sect for less than ten days, and has only just stepped into the threshold of cultivation! And his cultivation base is only at the lowest Blood Moving Stage! "
Jiang Ling smiled and nodded. "That's right, it's him!"
"Ah? This isn't a joke, right?" Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard the Ancestor's words and saw Niu Changzhi's "shocking" cultivation base.
"Accept the order!" Niu Changzhi clenched his fist, although he didn't know why the Supreme Elder wanted him to go on stage.
However, he guessed that there must be a reason behind it.
Niu Changzhi didn't think too much about it. He strode forward.
As for the other cultivators of Southern Wasteland, the expressions on their faces were much uglier than this person.
Sigh, there was no doubt that this would be the first battle. He had to think of a way to restore their morale.
"Come back!" Jiang Ling waved at Niu Changzhi.
Niu Changzhi obediently walked back.
"You should have a toast when you entered the battle formation, but there's no wine in this noodle shop." Jiang Ling said.
He picked up the broth on the table and said,
"Take the broth instead of the wine. Here's a bowl of it for you!" After saying that, he stuffed the broth in front of Niu Changzhi.
"Thank you, Grand Elder!" Niu Changzhi's heart heated up. Without hesitation, he lifted the broth up and gulped it down in three gulps.
He didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but Niu Changzhi felt that after drinking the broth, his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.
"Bang!"
He smashed the big bowl on the table and cupped his fists at Jiang Ling.
"I'm leaving!"
Then, he rushed towards the center of the battle formation.
"Go, go! This is your great opportunity, don't be afraid! Just use it! "
Jiang Ling waved his hand indifferently and secretly kept the bottle of rat tail juice into his Storage Bag.
The corner of his mouth curled up and revealed a sinister smile.
Young man's juice, this was a super spirit medicine produced by the system!
After eating it, there were all kinds of wonderful effects. It was not a dream to have tens of thousands of pounds of strength in both arms!
With a single punch, even a Saint Stage demon would not be able to withstand it!