"Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar!"
Chu Ding’s face was aghast, as if he had witnessed something dreadful.
"Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar! It was actually the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar!"
"A late-stage Grandmaster, the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar—" Zhong Chi also struggled to utter a few words, his shock no less than Chu Ding’s. Wasn’t it said he hadn’t comprehended the Martial Dao True Intent? What was this Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar then?!
The so-called Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar is a technique manifested when one’s Flesh, Qi, and blood reach an extreme state. In the world, cultivators capable of the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar were few and far between. Zhong Chi had never imagined that Shen Changqing, who should have been at the Innate Outer Gang Realm, had now actually reached the level of the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar.
However, not many people truly understood the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar. So, while others looked at Shen Changqing with shock, they were not as horrified as Chu Ding and Zhong Chi.
At this moment, Shen Changqing only felt an incredibly powerful force surging within his Flesh, a force that had to be unleashed.
Taking a step, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a roar burst forth as if it could shatter the heavens and split the earth.
Instantly, the sound wave swept out, stirring up countless clouds of sand and dust from the ground.
Immediately after, the charge of the Barbarian Clan Cavalry halted. The warhorses, as if encountering something terrifying, reared up uncontrollably, causing many barbarians to fall from their mounts. Then, a large number of warhorses scattered and fled, resulting in many of the fallen barbarians being trampled to death.
This sudden turn of events caught both sides off guard.
Shen Changqing strode forward, the Lengyue Blade instantly slicing through the air. As airwaves swept to either side, the Blade Gang tore through the air, splitting nearly ten barbarians in half, their blood drenching the ground.
As he made his move, the Black Tiger Army finally snapped out of their shock.
Chu Ding’s expression was one of exultation as he bellowed, "Everyone charge! Slaughter the Barbarian Clan!"
He had now cast aside his earlier dejection.
Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar! That was a cultivator who had mastered the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar! If a newly advanced Grandmaster could achieve a thousand kills amidst an army of one hundred thousand, then a mid-stage Grandmaster was equivalent to ten thousand kills. However, a cultivator who had mastered the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar, reaching the late stage of the Grandmaster Realm, could move freely even when surrounded by an army of one hundred thousand. This was the terror of a peak expert.
Even now, Chu Ding was pondering something. If Shen Changqing had acted sooner, Jincheng wouldn’t have fallen to the Barbarian Clan so quickly. After all, an expert who had mastered the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar was fully qualified to guard a region. The current breakout was no longer an issue.
At this moment, the sudden changes on the battlefield left Barnett struggling to react. Clearly, with our cavalry charge, we should have easily crushed these remnants, yet an earth-shattering roar completely threw the warhorses into disarray. Not only that, I can vividly sense the terror of the fierce tiger beneath me.
Now that the warhorses were fleeing, the charge had lost all momentum. Seeing the Black Tiger Army counterattacking, Barnett hastily regained his composure and began to reorganize his forces to meet them.
"Don’t panic!" Barnett yelled. "Everyone, stay calm! The Qin People only have two or three thousand men. There are rich rewards for slaying them!"
Barnett’s words helped the panicked barbarians begin to steady themselves.
Just then, Shen Changqing, like a terrifying Fierce Beast, charged and slaughtered his way through the Barbarian Clan, his long blade reaping their lives like an unparalleled murderous weapon. Any barbarian who dared stand in his path became a soul under his blade.
In just a brief moment, Shen Changqing had already cut his way to Barnett. He had noticed his opponent even before the battle began. Therefore, as soon as the fighting started, Shen Changqing headed straight for Barnett with clear intent.
Not good! Seeing the blood-soaked, formidable Shen Changqing with his blade, Barnett was instantly seized by fear. He didn’t confront his opponent head-on but instead tried to make his fierce tiger retreat.
However, Shen Changqing’s Qi and blood surged!
Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar!
That terrifying roar, combined with his oppressive aura, instantly filled Barnett’s tiger with fear, causing it to prostrate on the ground, too afraid to move.
This scene filled Barnett with both shock and rage. Seeing Shen Changqing’s blade descending, it was too late to dodge. His only choice was to block with his greatsword and attempt to withstand the attack.
The Lengyue Blade fell, and the greatsword shattered instantly. The blade’s relentless momentum continued as it sliced through Barnett’s body.
Successful with a single stroke, Shen Changqing withdrew his blade.
Looking back at Barnett, Shen Changqing saw him sitting dazed atop the tiger. Soon after, a fine line of blood appeared on Barnett’s forehead. It rapidly widened, and then his body split in two and fell to the ground, his innards scattering.
"Lord Barnett is dead!"
"It’s terrible! The Commander of Ten Thousand has been killed!"
"Kill him! Avenge Lord Barnett—"
The surrounding barbarians turned pale with shock at this sight, and then angry roars erupted from them.
However, not a single barbarian dared to approach recklessly. The might Shen Changqing had just displayed had already cast a psychological shadow over them. Now, his Blade Slash taking Barnett’s life shattered their courage completely.
Although the Barbarian Clan was said to be fearless in the face of death, it didn’t mean they truly did not fear dying. When facing an insurmountable foe, anyone would feel fear and despair.
Nevertheless, the fact that the Barbarian Clan dared not make a move did not mean Shen Changqing would waste time. The Blade Slash that killed Barnett had further weakened the Barbarian Clan’s morale, but the Black Tiger Army was still heavily surrounded. The more time dragged on, the greater the trouble they would face.
Therefore, while the other barbarians hesitated, he struck again.
A gust of wind exploded under his feet. Terrifying Blade Gang energy emanated as he swung the Lengyue Blade, instantly slaying over a dozen barbarians.
Right after, Shen Changqing’s body soared into the air. A several-meter-long Blade Gang slammed down heavily, instantly engulfing a large number of barbarians.
In an instant, those within the Blade Gang’s range exploded as if hit by a tremendous force, their bodies bursting open, splattering blood and gore.
This one strike became the final straw that crushed the spirit of all the barbarians.
"He’s not human! Run!"
"No, I don’t want to die—"
The remaining Barbarian Clan members were petrified. They no longer dared to confront Shen Changqing head-on and instead scattered, fleeing in all directions.
Seeing this, Shen Changqing did not pursue. He turned to the Black Tiger Army, which had sustained few casualties, and said in a deep voice, "Don’t waste time. Follow me and retreat!"
"Move out!" Chu Ding, ignoring his shock, immediately led the others to follow Shen Changqing in retreat.
He had originally intended to capture some warhorses, but those were specially tamed by the Barbarian Clan; taking them recklessly could backfire. Therefore, Chu Ding merely glanced at the warhorses before leading the Black Tiger Army away.
Nie Xu was protected in the middle throughout the ordeal and never had a chance to engage the Barbarian Clan. After all, he was just a civil official. If he were to fight the enemy outside like the Black Tiger Army, he might meet an unfortunate end, so keeping him in their midst was the safest.
Originally, upon seeing the numerous Barbarian Clan Cavalry, Nie Xu had prepared for the Black Tiger Army’s defeat and his own honorable death.
However, what followed completely exceeded his expectations. First, there was something called the Tiger Leopard Thunderous Roar. Then, a single Blade Slash killed the Barbarian Clan commander, causing nearly ten thousand barbarians to flee in terror.
Everything happened too fast, so fast that Nie Xu had no time to react and could only be swept along in the retreat by the Black Tiger Army.
As the Black Tiger Army completely withdrew, the Barbarian Clan led by Mairba, along with the Barbarian Clan Army besieging the other city gates, rushed over and met the retreating, defeated barbarian troops.
Observing the chaos before him and the numerous Barbarian Clan corpses on the ground, Mairba’s face was so dark it looked as if water might drip from it. His gaze fell on a Chiliarch who was still visibly terrified.
"Speak! What exactly happened!"
"Reporting to Milord! The Black Tiger Army broke out of the city. One of them possessed Sky-Piercing strength! He not only frightened the warhorses into a rout with a roar but also killed Lord Barnett with a single slash! We were no match—"
"How many soldiers does the Black Tiger Army have in total?"
"About... about two or three thousand!"
As soon as the Chiliarch finished speaking, Mairba struck him with a palm. The fierce force shattered his bones and tore his tendons, sending him flying like a dead weed. By the time he landed, he was silent.
"Trash!" Mairba roared, his voice reverberating across the wilderness. "A bunch of trash! A ten thousand-strong Barbarian Clan Army defeated by two or three thousand from the Black Tiger Army! When did our clan fall so low!"
He was truly enraged. Besides his anger over some of the Black Tiger Army escaping, his greatest fury stemmed from the fact that ten thousand barbarians had been routed by a mere two or three thousand of the enemy. This matter made Mairba feel as if his face had been ground into the dust by the Black Tiger Army.
Seeing his towering rage, the remaining barbarian leaders all bowed their heads, their bodies trembling, afraid his anger would turn on them.
"My Lord, calm yourself!" the Priest spoke in a deep voice, and it seemed as if some mysterious power soothed Mairba’s rage somewhat.
Then, he turned to another Chiliarch. "You said just now that one person scared off the warhorses and then killed Barnett with a single slash?"
"What did that person look like?"
"He wore a green shirt and often used a long blade. He appeared quite young. As for who he is, this subordinate couldn’t identify him!"
The Chiliarch managed to suppress his inner panic and, after speaking, gave a detailed description of Shen Changqing’s appearance. He had a vivid memory of the one who had utterly defeated and routed his men.
A green shirt. A long blade. A rather handsome young man!
Mairba searched his memories but couldn’t recall ever encountering such an expert in Jincheng. Logically speaking, if the other party was truly so strong, he should have made an appearance during the siege.
Strange, when did Jincheng acquire such a powerful expert—