The heroic aura that rose in such a manner proved his identity.
The legendary general is here!
The Khan King of Dichi observed solemnly the person who required a thousand men to constrain, saying:
"Such power... Zhang Xiao?!"
"No, just who are you? In the previous generations of famous generals, there is no such name as Zhang Xiao."
Amidst the mountains of corpses and Blood Sea, the old man used a spear in each hand to support his body, standing upright, he pulled the Broken Blade from his chest with his right hand, and swiftly slashed.
A head flew up to the sky, and blood splashed upon him, hot blood dripping along the blade. The old man, who had forsaken the path, stood again before the Zhan Lu Sword, an aura of ferocity rising to the heavens, his weapon pointed forward, just as he once stood guard before the sword's owner.
"During the internal war of the Six Kingdoms, you once entered through the Northern Border."
"Do you still remember who held you firmly at the frontier?"
"Do you still remember who made your Khan King die with hatred under the Great Qin's Xiong City?"
The expression of the Khan King of Dichi subtly changed, the most impactful part of his memories surfaced, surging in his mind, that silhouette standing like a god of death on the city walls gradually matched the old man before him. His pupils contracted as he abruptly looked at the old man in front.
The old man's spear heavily struck the ground, his white hair wild like a lion, his aura alone solid as a mountain.
"Khan King of the Xiongnu, I am the unyielding battle flag under the Divine Martial Mansion."
"Zhang Duo of Great Qin Fufeng, hereby challenges you!"
"Before this body burns out, do not think to advance further!"
"Divine Martial... Zhang Duo?!"
The Great Khan King of Dichi closed his eyes briefly, raising his palm, and the formidable forces behind him lifted their weapons. The losses before were not even half of their might. He was the true commander of the Iron Guard, only he could unleash their true potential.
The Iron Guard behind him instantaneously dispersed, repositioning like flowing mercury, exuding a far more terrifying aura than before. Unlike the prior almost training-like attack, the Iron Cavalry now charged with Full Strength.
Confronted with this full army deployment, Zhang Duo merely took a deep breath.
Behind him, the apparition of the Zhan Lu Sword soared to the skies. He understood, the one coming for the sword would soon appear. He had erred in too many things; wrong is wrong. At the very least, he had to exert all efforts to make some atonement in the end.
He was not aware of the matters regarding military expenses, but he knew that there would inevitably be a battle between the Xiongnu and Great Qin, where inflicting more damage on the enemy would serve as a small penance.
He lowered his body, leaning on his spear.
Moving forward slowly, he murmured lowly to himself.
"Only hope for peace under the Four Seas."
"Must defend the frontier, not giving an inch..."
"After success, no wanton behavior, no arrogance for achievements."
"Not seeking fame, not for profit, not for personal desire to act violently."
"What Divine Martial seeks, is the world."
"For this battle, death without regret."
"This is Divine Martial."
Lv Yingbo's face suddenly turned pale, staring intently behind the old man.
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As the old man moved forward calmly, phantom figures began to appear behind him, spreading out. They wore shattered armor, holding broken weapons, their bodies stained with blood, yet they kept their heads high, seemingly the old man's shadow lingering behind.
Lv Yingbo retreated half a step, murmuring in confusion:
"Shadow? Is it a shadow? White Tiger Hall..."
"But, this number... Impossible..."
"Impossible, a thousand? Three thousand?"
Her mind suddenly recalled a sentence the old man had said yesterday.
Under the Divine Martial Mansion, in the campaign against the Six Kingdoms, the number of deaths totaled five thousand seven hundred.
The first phase of Divine Martial's three thousand men, the number of deaths, two thousand eighty-one, near total annihilation.
Lv Yingbo's eyes widened, a thought absurd to the extreme arose in her mind, could it be that he contained so many shadows, so many reflections within his heart? She had once been influenced by shadows herself and knew the immense pain of such, constantly disturbed by various thoughts.
Moreover, all of these were things without a heart.
Yes, heartless things, the shadow's strength depends significantly on its original form.
The ones on the opposite side also noticed the sudden change resembling grandmaster-level phenomenon, but quickly calmed down as those were merely puppet-like creations without any murderous aura. These so-called Martial Soldiers, in reality, were nothing but pitiful, entirely ghosts of the dead.
Eyes dull and devoid of spirit.
The master of the Great Wilderness Stronghold who had previously plotted against Zhang Duo appeared on the other side of the ancient city of Loulan, coincidentally witnessing this scene, slightly furrowing his brows without any concern, for he understood, even if the Hall Master truly complied with Zhang Duo's wishes, helping him internalize the shadows, those feelings were extracted from the weapons of the war-dead.
What remained could only be the most intense emotions at the moment of death.
No matter who it is, at that moment, all there is, is fear.
Indeed, the broken and frail shadows bore faces deeply embedded with fear, their barely intact bodies twisting, uttering weak and chaotic sounds, incredibly noisy.
"It hurts, it hurts so much!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Seventeenth squad, alter formation on the flank!"
"Arrows? Give me arrows!"
"Dodge, dodge... Damn it, can't dodge anymore!"