Binh Vi Valley.
The sky was as black as ink.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the dewdrops on the leaves. Torches were lit, casting light on the weary faces of the soldiers.
An army of ten thousand marched silently, a vast and imposing force.
As expected, this was the moment the ambushers would appear.
Lam Minh walked, a confident smile on his lips.
He had already imagined a scenario in his head. A great slaughter was inevitable.
For the past seven days, the number of lives that had fallen by Lam Minh's hand was not twenty thousand, but closer to thirty thousand.
The killing intent on his body was overwhelming.
His eyes were now cold and indifferent, like a wolf's.
Just then.
The sound of war drums echoed, and a series of torches lit up.
The entire Binh Vi valley was illuminated.
"Ambush!" a scout roared.
General Ma's warhorse let out a long neigh.
"Form ranks, break through Binh Vi!" General Ma roared.
A series of flaming boulders rumbled down.
Lam Minh glanced at Shield Brother Tran Van, as if giving a signal: You're safe.
His hand gripped the hilt of his saber.
He already knew by heart where each boulder would fall.
At this moment, a boulder was about to crush Shield Brother into meat paste, just as the script dictated. Tran Van's eyes widened as he saw the boulder approaching. Death was inevitable.
Lam Minh swung his saber. His Primordial Limitless Sword Heart Scripture, combined with his dark red spiritual energy, exploded.
Boom!!!
A dark red sword net flew out, slicing the boulder into pieces.
The sword qi still had residual force, its momentum undiminished.
It shot straight up the slope of Binh Vi.
Rumble!
The valley was cut by Lam Minh's sword qi, creating a deep gash.
From the crack, countless bodies were annihilated, turning to dust.
They died without even knowing how they had died.
Lam Minh's sword qi suddenly silenced the battlefield.
General Ma looked at Lam Minh, who was holding his saber, with a look of astonishment.
"You..."
General Ma had a thousand words to say, but he could only manage this one.
He was the commander. Who knew his troops better than him?
Training session after training session, how could he not know who was outstanding?
If this man had always been so powerful, how could he be just a flag-bearing soldier?
Lam Minh's eyes were now indifferent as he looked at the wide-eyed General Ma.
"There's nothing to be surprised about. I am a celestial being who has descended from the upper realm. Seeing that the world is in chaos and that you are a talent who should not die young here, I have temporarily entered the body of this flag-bearing soldier to help you survive this tribulation."
Lam Minh clasped his hands behind his back and pretended to stroke his beard, but he only touched his smooth chin.
Hearing these words, how could General Ma have never heard the legends of celestial beings?
If this person is truly a celestial being who has descended, then is our uprising truly ordained by fate?
After this battle, if I am still alive, I must vigorously spread this news to boost morale.
General Ma leaped off his horse. Despite the boulders still rolling down, he knelt on one knee before Lam Minh.
"This humble general, Ma Trung Kien, pays his respects to the celestial elder!" His voice was powerful and heroic, echoing throughout the Binh Vi valley.
His only regret was that he hadn't spoken loudly enough. He wanted the enemy to hear these words as well.
Lam Minh waved his saber a few times. "Order the troops to continue marching. With me here, there is no need to be afraid."
Hearing this, General Ma's eyes lit up with excitement. He unfastened a sword from his hip.
The scabbard was jet black, with ancient Dong Son patterns in bronze, extremely eye-catching.
He offered it to Lam Minh with both hands. "Celestial elder, this is the Hon Viet Sword, the divine sword that has been passed down in my family for a thousand years. Today, this humble general is willing to offer this sword to the celestial elder to slay the enemy."
Lam Minh looked at the sword. He took it in his hand, a cold sensation spreading from the hilt to his palm.
In that instant, he seemed to hear the roars and sounds of slaughter passed down through generations.
As someone who had been through countless slaughters, feeling the cold qi from the Hon Viet Sword at this moment, Lam Minh couldn't help but shiver.
He gripped the hilt and drew the sword.
Shing!
The blade, under the moonlight, exuded a bewitching, ghostly aura.
Just one look, and Lam Minh was already infatuated with the sense of sharpness it gave off.
He gently channeled the Primordial Limitless Sword Heart Scripture. The sword intent from his body flowed into the sword, like a fish in water.
Lam Minh could feel the joy being transmitted from the sword.
General Ma stared at Lam Minh. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he had just seen the blade flash as soon as the celestial elder touched it.
Lam Minh was no longer paying attention to General Ma. His feet involuntarily took a step forward.
In his mind now was only the sword in his hand.
He casually swung the sword. Streams of sword intent vibrated from the blade.
The starlight from the night sky was reflected on the polished blade.
A vibration. It didn't just resonate with the moonlight.
It was as if tens of thousands of stars from the sky were also cheering for the sword intent.
Lam Minh savored the feeling. Only then did he remember that his martial art, before it was upgraded, was called the Star Manifestation Sword Art.
He swung his sword. A sword intent, combined with the spiritual energy from his body, shot out. Wherever the sword intent went, sparks flashed like stars, making a crackling sound.
Swish, Boom!!!
A deafening explosion rang out as the sword intent collided with the slope of Binh Vi.
Not stopping there, the stars that had been born in the air now exploded in unison.
A raw, fundamental power, yet also carrying an explosive energy.
The enemy camp was hit.
At this moment, men were falling like wheat. Many soldiers, upon seeing the phenomenon, didn't even have time to flee before they exploded into pieces.
Lam Minh continued to advance, swinging his sword with every step. Sword intent slashed out, silent at first, but then erupting with terrifying speed, crashing into the enemy formation.
At this moment, on the mountainside, a commander named Luu Duong, under Do Luong, watched as his soldiers exploded without knowing why. His heart had long since grown cold.
This person is a monster. How can a human do that?
For him, today was supposed to be a guaranteed victory.
They had marched with more than thirty thousand soldiers, day and night without rest, just to ambush this place.
The goal was to annihilate an army of ten thousand and capture General Ma Trung Kien. Everything was in the palm of his hand.
But now, the demonic soldier below had ruined everything.
"Retreat!" General Luu Duong roared powerfully.
The army followed his command. The drums of retreat sounded. The soldiers now broke ranks and fled in disarray.
It couldn't be helped. The ones who ran slowly would die.
But Lam Minh couldn't let them go. They were all worth points.
Lam Minh accelerated, and the speed of his sword swings also increased.
Following that, he involuntarily activated his dragon armor. A bright red armor began to cover his body.
From behind, Lam Minh's figure now looked incredibly majestic.
In the valley, the moonlight and the torches were dimmed by the phenomenon Lam Minh was creating.
General Ma was now completely stunned. "The celestial elder is too powerful."
He turned to look at his soldiers. They were all also looking at Lam Minh with expressions of disbelief.
They had seen General Ma practice the sword before. It was the same sword, but compared to the celestial elder, it was like child's play.
General Ma roared, "What are you all standing there for? Shout with me: The Celestial Elder is majestic!"
General Ma's words roused the soldiers. They all shouted in unison, "The Celestial Elder is majestic!"
The cheers echoed throughout the valley, making the fleeing enemy on the mountainside scared out of their wits.
At this moment, 500 meters ahead.
Do Luong was on horseback, surrounded by ten thousand soldiers in black armor.
His eyes were stern. He could hear the explosions in front of him, but due to the trees blocking his view, he didn't know the situation.
He, Do Luong, the commander of the court, a third-rank official, had fought countless battles in the north and south.
But today, his heart was unusually nervous.
"This isn't right. For a battle that is a guaranteed victory, why should I be nervous?" Do Luong chuckled, reassuring himself.
Suddenly, a soldier, covered in blood, galloped towards him.
Before the horse could stop, the soldier leaped off, rolled a few times on the ground, and came to a stop in front of Do Luong.
Seeing this scene, Do Luong's heart also trembled.
This situation, if it wasn't a great defeat, there was no other reason for a scout to be in such a hurry.
Do Luong couldn't help but roar, "Speak!"
His voice was so urgent that it startled the scout.
"Reporting to the Great General Who Conquers the South! A person who claims to be a celestial elder has suddenly appeared in the enemy army. His strength is formidable, and he has beaten our army into a landslide! We had no choice but to retreat!"
The scout had a thousand words to describe it, but at this moment, he didn't know where to start and could only report briefly.
Do Luong didn't see it with his own eyes, but from the report, he also found it hard to believe.
A celestial elder? Where did a celestial elder suddenly come from?
If he hadn't seen the scout covered in blood, he would have thought the army had been caught in a bewitching formation and was hallucinating.
Do Luong looked at the strategist beside him, who was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
"Strategist, what do you think of the situation? Should we retreat?"
The strategist stroked his beard. "Your Excellency, I think there are no gods or celestial beings in this world. If there were, they would have appeared in the history books long ago, not just in legends. In my opinion, there must be a hidden story. Besides, our vanguard ambush force has twenty thousand men. How can one man defeat an army of ten thousand?"
He paused, his eyes looking meaningfully at Do Luong. "In my opinion, our army has lost its morale. What we need most is a general to restore their spirit. We should speed up our plan, not wait here any longer. Let's advance directly. Personally led by the Great General Who Conquers the South, this battle, will surely be won."
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