Chapter 659: Chapter 394: Not a Good Idea_2
Every soldier atop the city walls was silently awaiting the beasts’ arrival. "Hold your fire!" a commander shouted. "Don’t waste arrows by hitting their shields!" He called out loudly as he paced along the walls, roaring at the soldiers repeatedly to prepare their bows. For the besieged city, procuring more supplies was impossible. With no materials coming in, they obviously couldn’t create additional arrows.
Seeing the top-ranked beasts advancing, even the commander couldn’t help but nervously swallow. Though the Saints were holding off on starting their attack, if the beasts’ Saints weren’t going to join the war, then neither would they. This meant that if these beasts fought without Saints, the majority of the experts on the walls would either die or suffer heavy injuries at the hands of these monsters. Considering this, the commander shook his head, watching the many beasts continuously approaching.
"Even if I die, I’ll make damn sure I take some of them with me," he thought, gritting his teeth and clenching his sword. As he awaited the beast horde, his entire body tensed. Mere seconds later, flying beasts appeared, capturing human experts and throwing them onto the ground below. When he saw them clutching at the towers and scaling the walls once again, the commander was powerless to stop them. Beasts of every shape and size leaped onto the walls and immediately engaged in battle. They viciously tore, bit, and attacked using their bodies, as well as their fog energy.
The commander’s eyes didn’t focus on any of the beasts tearing through the towers or the birds clutching people one by one. No, his gaze was fixed on Yan Xiaobao. That young man soared skyward, his icy stare unwavering. His entire body radiated cold killing intent.
The commander instantly recognized that this person wasn’t ordinary, though he didn’t seem much stronger than your average King Ranking expert. Wondering what could have made him emanate such deadly killing intent, the commander’s musings were cut short as the handsome man descended straight towards him from the heavens.
In one hand, he summoned flames of blue, while in the other appeared a black dagger. The sight of the dagger alone nearly made the commander laugh. Daggers were fine weapons for skirmishes or duels, useful for leaving shallow wounds, but they lacked the reach and power of a sword, making them largely ineffective for causing significant damage. That an expert was using a dagger gave the commander an odd sense of relief.
But as he eyed the strange blue flames, suddenly his gaze froze. "I bet the dagger is just a distraction," he muttered as he squinted. In his moment of stunned realization, the commander only focused on the weapon in his hand, completely forgetting about the flames in the other. However, upon closer inspection, he felt the blood in his veins run cold. The blue flames were perilous. The fact that their hue wasn’t red meant these weren’t ordinary flames. They had the power to incinerate him instantly, demanding his utmost caution. On the other hand, the dagger wasn’t a significant concern for him. He doubted the young man’s skills with it could match the lethality of the fire.
"Alright then, let’s do this!" the commander thought excitedly as he rushed to intercept the descending man. His strategy was straightforward: stay close enough to the young man that using flames would burn them both. That way, unless the boy had a death wish, he wouldn’t be able to use his fire.
Just as the commander drew closer, his eyes widened in shock before rolling upward. His body now sagged lifelessly against Yan Xiaobao. The white-haired youth pushed him away, revealing a deep, fatal wound in his chest. A strike directly through his ribs had pierced his heart in an instant. The killing was swift and painless.
Without even sparing the fallen commander a glance, Yan Xiaobao wiped his dagger on his clothes and turned towards the crowd gathered around him. None of them uttered a word, as the overwhelming killing intent emanating from him paralyzed them all. Taking advantage of the sudden disarray caused by the commander’s death, Yan Xiaobao stabbed one person in front of him, just as he had taken down their leader earlier. He swiftly followed this by unleashing blue flames at two other experts nearby.
The agonizing screams of their friends being burned alive snapped the humans back to reality. Their eyes were filled with terror, but stubborn determination lingered as well. Two people shot arrows at him, but as they approached, Yan Xiaobao enveloped himself in golden energy. Just as they noticed the golden aura dissipate, a blood-red mist materialized. The mist resembled beast fog energy. For a human to command martial power and fog energy was unheard of among the guards, and they immediately assumed the red mist was another diversion. Ignoring the mist entirely, they focused on slashing at Yan Xiaobao’s martial power barrier with their swords.
Using their attempts to break through the barrier as a chance to expend their energy, Yan Xiaobao slowly transformed into a massive red wolf. Fully transformed, a sinister smirk spread across his face as he extended an arm from the protective layer and grabbed an unsuspecting expert’s head. With startling strength, he slowly crushed it in his powerful claws. Witnessing this gruesome sight, the remaining humans turned pale green, instantly attempting to flee.
The werewolf didn’t bother chasing down the humans, instead surveying the battlefield to see he no longer had an audience. Everyone around him was caught up in clashes against beasts. Their focus was entirely elsewhere, and not on the young man. Yan Xiaobao calmly approached a larger group of humans and beasts, where he began methodically stabbing them and releasing blue flames one by one. Where he went, dead bodies piled up.
Paying no attention to the humans he killed, Yan Xiaobao suddenly felt an imminent danger. Barely dodging to the side, the ground where he’d stood moments ago cratered deeply. A massive warhammer had buried itself into the stone foundations of the wall. Yan Xiaobao raised an eyebrow in surprise, wondering who would go to such lengths to kill him, even at the risk of damaging the structure.
"You!" Beyond the massive warhammer, a figure descended to the ground. He was clearly a taller, high-level expert, his cultivation far surpassing Yan Xiaobao’s, as the young man hadn’t sensed his presence. Without the warhammer’s appearance, he wouldn’t have detected this individual. Looking at the towering man, Yan Xiaobao squinted, while Lan Feng cursed in his lower dantian.
"I’ll lend you the energy I spent months cultivating, but don’t you dare die!" Phoenix swore as barriers erupted between their souls. Though Lan Feng refined martial power like Wu Yue, his power was at the Saint level. It far exceeded the martial power refined by Yan Xiaobao. Besides that, Yan Xiaobao held a beast core from the Divine Beast God Wolf. His crimson mist surged forward alongside golden threads gifted by Lan Feng from the azure heavens. Yan Xiaobao felt a surge of gratitude again, thinking how fortunate he was that Lan Feng was a Divine Beast and not an ordinary Magic Beast, allowing him access to the energy of the Blue Flame Phoenix.
"Oh," his opponent said in surprise, seeing the two types of energy swirling around the expert before him. "I chose you because of your white hair," the expert said with a grin. "Someone told me the opposing Great Marshall was a young man with white hair. I didn’t think it would be you," he continued, as if engaging in friendly conversation. "I never imagined a King could be the Great Marshall, but feeling the energy emanating from you, you’re really not a King, are you? Freakish little guy?" he asked with a smile.
Yan Xiaobao stared at the expert before him, his heart pounding as his eyes narrowed. He immediately knew this man was a Saint. He had fought against him just the day before, and this Saint was powerful enough to take down two Lords. That fact alone proved his formidable strength. But even so, Yan Xiaobao was determined not to let the Saint relish this encounter.
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