#763 - hero

The border river was desolate, blood staining the yellow sands.

The sounds of battle had ceased, countless broken swords scattered across the yellow earth of the wilderness, the desolate moonlight draping over scattered bones.

The cold wind carried sand and gravel towards the horizon, the man's bloodshot eyes reflecting the golden dragon swaying in the night sky.

As expected, they still lost.

The moment the golden dragon appeared, the gold-armored general knew the battle's outcome was no longer in doubt.

But he, along with the other fourteen, burned their life force and fought to the very last moment.

Just as they had said before.

Because it concerned what they valued most: the dignity of their two dynasties.

"Cough."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, he shakily propped himself up little by little.

The man's injuries were extremely severe, his leg bone also dislocated, clearly broken.

But he still supported himself with the long spear in his hand, standing up with great difficulty.

His back was very straight, his head held high.

Under the moonlight, the man's body never stopped trembling, the last trace of vitality within him rapidly fading away.

But his gaze was incomparably firm.

He was unwilling to be looked down upon by Wei Changtian as a "victor."

So he had to stand up.

"You—"

Taking a deep breath, looking directly at Wei Changtian, who was only two steps away, the gold-armored general slowly said, word by word:

"If you want to kill, then kill."

"Why so much nonsense?"

Reaching out to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, Wei Changtian's current state was clearly not good either.

Although he had just accomplished the feat of "1v15," without the aid of the system, this battle was undoubtedly very difficult.

Alas.

Turning his head to look at the fourteen corpses around him, recalling the scenes just now, Wei Changtian sighed heavily in his heart.

Fifteen experts of the Upper Three Ranks, already in high positions and revered by all, had just fought to the end like fifteen mad dogs, using a method of exchanging injuries and sacrificing their lives.

Feeling the bursts of pain in his chest, Wei Changtian remembered that this was the injury caused by a dark-skinned man who rammed his head into him after his arms were chopped off.

And the wound on his left arm was caused by that Second Rank expert who, instead of retreating, advanced and threw a punch when facing a sword aura that could take his life.

And then there were his right hand, back, legs... all of Wei Changtian's injuries were actually caused by these fifteen people at the cost of their lives.

To be honest, these injuries might not be considered too severe.

But facing Wei Changtian, who had already gone all out and even summoned the Qi Luck Golden Dragon, it was already inconceivable that these people could injure him.

And that was precisely why they earned Wei Changtian's respect.

"General..."

Reaching out and slowly removing the black cloth covering his face.

When Wei Changtian revealed his true face for the first time tonight, the gold-armored general's eyes paused for a moment.

He clearly recognized Wei Changtian, but he didn't speak.

Wei Changtian looked at him calmly and slowly said:

"Although I know you won't agree, I still want to ask you, in the future, could you possibly—"

"Young Master Wei."

Suddenly, before Wei Changtian could finish a sentence, the gold-armored general coldly interrupted, "Since you know I won't agree, why ask?"

"..."

"Alright."

Nodding lightly, Wei Changtian actually didn't say anything more, but slowly raised the Dragon Spring Sword.

The silver light reappeared on the sword, although very faint, the gold-armored general could no longer resist it.

Since he couldn't be persuaded to surrender, no matter how regretful Wei Changtian was, he wouldn't do something as foolish as letting a tiger return to the mountains.

Then all he could do was give the other party a quick death...

Since ancient times, heroes cherish heroes, and since ancient times, heroes kill heroes.

Wei Changtian didn't know how later generations would evaluate him if he could really be recorded in history, as a hero or a villain.

But at least at this moment, regardless of whether this man opposite him was a friend or foe, he was indeed worthy of the word "hero" in Wei Changtian's heart.

Including the other fourteen who had already died, they were all the same.

"General, may you have a good journey."

Whispering the last sentence, Wei Changtian silently swung the Dragon Spring Sword, the sword aura heading straight for the gold-armored general whose name he didn't even know.

However, just at this moment, the latter took the initiative to suddenly raise his right palm and then slammed it heavily into his own chest.

"Bang!!!"

In the muffled and unexpected sound, Wei Changtian's gaze paused, a trace of astonishment flashing across his eyes.

But in the next moment, he understood.

He would rather commit suicide than die at his hands?

With a flick of his wrist, the sword aura that should have pierced the gold-armored general's heart suddenly shifted a few inches, brushed past the latter's side, and then heavily struck the ground, stirring up a cloud of sand and gravel.

Dust flew, obscuring the figures of the two in the night.

Holding the Dragon Spring Sword, Wei Changtian silently looked at the man opposite him, who was lifeless but still stood upright, leaning on his long spear, the latter's last roar before death echoing in his ears.

"Although I die today! My Great Hui will surely enjoy eternal prosperity!!"

"Eternal prosperity!!"

"Eternal prosperity!!!"

"..."

The dust settled, the true dragon dissipated, and everything returned to calm on this night destined to be recorded in history.

"Young Master Wei!!"

When six figures rushed to the vicinity along the "bloody path" that Wei Changtian had cut through the military camp, the latter was looking up at the moon in the night sky.

The stars were sparse, the river's reflection shifted, the frost was heavy, and the moonlight was lonely.

Whether it was an illusion or not, tonight's moonlight seemed particularly desolate.

"Young Master Wei, His Majesty saw the true dragon appear and knew that Young Master was in a dangerous situation, so he ordered us to come and assist you."

"Young Master, how are your injuries?"

Beside him, the six people sent by Xu Suisui spoke while scanning the surroundings, their expressions gradually becoming astonished.

Although they had guessed that Wei Changtian must have been "displaying his divine might" just now, they never expected it to be exaggerated to this extent.

Thirteen of the Third Rank, four of the Second Rank, a total of seventeen of the Upper Three Ranks...

So, these people were all killed by Wei Changtian alone?!

Judging from the expressions of the six people, they clearly couldn't believe that all of this was real.

But analyzing from the current situation, they couldn't think of a second possibility.

"Wei, Young Master Wei, this—"

Finally, a Third Rank Deputy General couldn't help but open his mouth to ask Wei Changtian about the specific situation.

However, another Buddhist monk was relatively calm, knowing that now was not the time to say these things, so he took the lead and interrupted:

"Young Master Wei, are your injuries serious?"

"If you can still persevere, then let's return to the city first."

"..."

"Yes, I'm fine, let's go."

Looking at the six people beside him, Wei Changtian nodded calmly and put the Dragon Spring Sword back into the Star Sword scabbard.

He didn't take away the gold-armored general's body or head as trophies, but silently turned around and walked step by step towards the direction of Fengyuan City.

The six Upper Three Rank experts implicitly protected him in the middle, their footsteps particularly obvious in the silence.

Now, there were no longer any Upper Three Rank generals in the entire Qian Hui army, which also meant that no one had the ability to stop such a group of people.

However, just as the seven people had walked less than a few dozen feet, a figure suddenly appeared from behind a dilapidated carriage, blocking their path.

"Hmm?"

The Buddhist monk walking in the front narrowed his eyes and looked towards the person blocking the way.

But in the next moment, the vigilance in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a trace of surprise.

Because the one blocking the seven of them was not a peerless expert, but an ordinary soldier of only the Ninth Rank.

Soft armor covered in dust, the most common standard long knife, a slightly green face, an angry and nervous expression.

Obviously, this little soldier should not be very old, at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

In addition, he only had the cultivation of the Ninth Rank, so he must be the lowest-level soldier in the Qian Hui army.

But such a weakest person was now blocking the path of seven Upper Three Rank experts.

Wei Changtian and others were clear about what he wanted to do.

But this kind of suicidal behavior...

Hmm?

Suddenly, Wei Changtian's expression froze for a moment.

Because in the next moment, he saw one figure after another emerge from their respective hiding places.

One hundred, five hundred, one thousand, two thousand...

Soon, countless of the most ordinary soldiers slowly closed in, surrounding Wei Changtian and the other six with the courage to die.

They tightly gripped their weapons in their hands, some with pale faces, some with trembling bodies.

Obviously, they all knew their ending.

But just like those fifteen people just now, at this moment, these weakest ants, none of them fled again.