Chapter 156: One Man Can Hold Back a Ten-Thousand-Strong Army!

After receiving the officer’s consent, Bai Feiyu nodded slightly and then strode forward toward the city wall.

The enemy had arrived; they must be slain!

Since the foe was boldly challenging at the gate, if they failed to crush him, the Zhao Kingdom would surely be ridiculed.

Such a thing was absolutely unacceptable to Bai Feiyu. This time, he resolved not to give this adversary any chance for counterattack.

Once he stepped down, he would annihilate him instantly.

The city gate slowly opened, and Bai Feiyu emerged, gripping the Spear of the War God. With each step, he unleashed his cultivation power, approaching the young man from the Zhou Kingdom outside.

He did not ask the youth’s name—there was no need to inquire of a dead man.

“Heh, does Zhao have no one left? Are there only two disciples at the Shackled Realm?” the Zhou youth taunted with a mocking, carefree expression, as if Bai Feiyu were merely prey before him.

Judging from Bai Feiyu’s age and the cultivation fluctuations he radiated, it was clear he had only recently broken into the Shackled Realm.

Such a novice coming to face him now—wasn’t this courting death?

“Go away; you’re too weak,” the Zhou youth sneered.

At these words, Bai Feiyu’s pupils contracted sharply—could it be this fellow also harbored some pity?

Then the youth spoke again.

“You’re too weak to be my opponent. Fighting me would only soil my axes.”

Hearing this, Bai Feiyu’s expression darkened. In the next instant, his formidable cultivation energy erupted like a tempest. Clutching the Spear of the War God, he charged forward.

“Boom—”

A wild surge of spiritual power raged, and Bai Feiyu seemed like a war deity incarnate, thrusting toward his foe.

The Zhou youth raised an eyebrow and swung his twin axes at Bai Feiyu, unconcerned, believing no effort was needed against a recently ascended Shackled Realm disciple.

Little did he realize that his arrogance would seal his fate.

With overwhelming momentum, Bai Feiyu appeared before him in a flash. The spearhead pierced through one of the twin axes, and with a sudden upward flick, Bai Feiyu ripped both axes from his hands, sending them flying into the sky.

The Zhou youth’s eyes narrowed, his heart trembling violently, but before he could react, the spear had already pierced his chest.

His eyes widened in shock.

At that moment, the twin axes were still descending from the sky, not yet touching the ground, but the youth had already lost his breath and fallen utterly.

“Thud!”

As the youth collapsed, the axes clattered to the earth. Bai Feiyu’s face remained impassive, betraying no emotion.

Cheers erupted atop the city wall.

Many young warriors of Zhao Kingdom instantly erupted in excitement. Bai Feiyu’s decisive slaughter of the enemy had slain a youth of Zhou Kingdom—a truly exhilarating sight!

Across the way, Zhou’s soldiers collectively gasped in surprise. The fallen youth was a renowned prodigy, one of their finest.

To have him so decisively slain was unexpected; it seemed Zhao Kingdom had produced such formidable talent after all.

After the kill, Bai Feiyu did not immediately return to the wall but stood firm, eyes fixed on the Zhou formation.

He understood something was amiss—such an unusual move surely concealed a hidden threat.

At the very least, another prodigy would rise to meet him. This battle was far from over.

Sure enough, after the Zhou youth’s death, another young man with fiery red hair swiftly approached Bai Feiyu, filled with boundless battle intent and burning hatred.

Upon closer observation, this red-haired youth bore a striking resemblance to the slain one.

“Rest assured,” Bai Feiyu growled, “I’ll send you brothers down together, as company.”

With a swift motion of his spear, he summoned a whirlwind of spiritual force that surged toward the red-haired youth like a raging storm.

“Whoosh—”

The red-haired youth leapt, ignoring the spiritual tempest, and thrust his Fangtian Huaji spear directly at Bai Feiyu, intent on killing him in one strike.

“Heh!”

Bai Feiyu let out a cold smile, spinning his Spear of the War God and aiming straight for the youth’s throat.

The speed was too swift for evasion.

The red-haired youth was stunned—Bai Feiyu’s speed was far beyond what a first-stage Shackled Realm disciple should possess.

But by the time he realized this, it was too late. Bai Feiyu’s spear was already at his neck, piercing through in an instant.

The youth’s head separated from his body, both falling from the air.

The fallen body crashed down, blood flowing steadily from the neck, soon staining the surrounding yellow earth crimson.

“Who’s next?”

Bai Feiyu stood like a war god, roaring defiantly at the Zhou formation.

Slaying these two brothers so decisively was a message: no matter how strong their prodigies, they would be crushed beneath his feet!

Who would command the tide of battle?

Chaos erupted among the Zhou ranks.

The appearance of this war god-like youth struck terror in their hearts. These brothers were among their elite young warriors.

With them fallen, who could possibly stand against this prodigy from Zhao?

Would they have to retreat empty-handed?

“Who’s next!” Bai Feiyu bellowed again, provoking the enemy to send forth another challenger.

Killing two was not enough—it was barely satisfying.

What Bai Feiyu sought was to instill utter dread in the enemy’s ranks.

Beneath the city wall, Bai Feiyu’s battle intent blazed fiercely, yet no new challenger appeared from Zhou for a long time.

Not because none remained, but because none dared.

The young warriors of Zhao were stirred to boiling passion by this scene, chanting Bai Feiyu’s name with fervor.

He was their eternal star—the brightest presence on the entire battlefield.

“When will we ever match up to him?” one murmured.

“Yeah, I was furious when he beat us before, but now I truly admire him,” another said.

“This is what a man pursues—facing thousands alone, unafraid, defying the tide!”

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