Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 271 Emergency at Dawn_1

On the city walls, Yanrong and the others were agape, their eyes fixated on the scene below. Gu Chen single-handedly opposed an army of thousands, causing an enemy force of one hundred and twenty thousand barbarians to flee in complete disarray.

The sight left everyone in stunned silence, too surreal for belief, much like a dream.

Brothers Wang Shuyu and Wang Shuhang were also visibly shocked upon witnessing Gu Chen's current strength.

Back in the Pure Yang Martial Sect's trial tower, Gu Chen was just slightly less powerful than Wang Shuyu, but who could have imagined that in such a short time, Gu Chen would have already become a grandmaster, while he still lingered at the peak of the Returning to True Stage.

LiuLuo's figure was graceful, her face delicate, with brows like a painting and a high-bridged nose. She too had not expected that upon seeing Gu Chen again, he would have reached such towering heights, the number one talent across the nine provinces, truly living up to his reputation.

Zi Qing's beautiful eyes shimmered with wonder, and at the same time, her heart was tinged with some regret. Back then, she indeed had the opportunity to marry Gu Chen, but unfortunately, at that time, Gu Chen had not taken a fancy to her, and now, even less so.

Little did she know, the martial arts master from the Yao Platform Sect shared the same thought. If only they had known Gu Chen had such talent and strength to reach such heights in a short period, they would have said anything to marry Zi Qing off to Gu Chen.

Or for that matter, if Gu Chen was willing, marrying off LiuLuo would not be out of the question either.

At that moment, on the battlefield, Gu Chen moved with the might of a dragon and the steps of a tiger, reaping the lives of barbarian soldiers one after another.

In his left hand, a faint red glow flickered intermittently. Deep within the flesh, the gauntlet was absorbing the stray blood energy from the air to strengthen itself.

Gu Chen could feel that, with the passage of time, the power contained within the gauntlet was becoming increasingly formidable.

He had an intuition that perhaps this was the key to his victory in the upcoming battle at Yongxue City.

Now that the barbarian soldiers were in disarray and only knew to flee, Gu Chen found it exceedingly easy to kill them.

In truth, if the one hundred and twenty thousand barbarian soldiers had been able to maintain their initial unity and fight to the death, Gu Chen would definitely not have been able to kill them all.

However, right from the start, Gu Chen had slain two of the barbarian generals, crushing their morale. As the saying goes, at first a rush of energy, then gradual weakness follows, and total exhaustion comes third. Despite subsequent attempts by the barbarian grandmaster to rally the troops, it could not compare to before.

After witnessing Gu Chen's terrifying killing methods, the barbarian soldiers immediately discarded their helmets and armor.

On the battlefield, barbarian soldiers continued to die, their bodies piling up into small hills that looked incredibly daunting.

Gu Chen showed no mercy, for they were the heroes of their people, but the enemies of his. Although the barbarian soldiers were living individuals, Gu Chen felt no psychological burden in killing them.

In the battle for Yan State, the number of civilians of Da Xia who had perished was no less than hundreds of thousands. These barbarian soldiers, having not one who had not stained their hands with the blood of the innocents, deserved their deaths at Gu Chen's hands.

"Run!"

The several dozen warriors of the Holy Shadows Sect, witnessing this scene, lost all heart to manipulate their undead army to attack Yulong City. Terror had all but shattered their courage. Gu Chen was not a man, but a slaughterer incarnate!

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That was an army of one hundred and twenty thousand barbarians—now utterly defeated, with hardly a few survivors left.

It took quite a while for Yanrong and his fellows to recover from the shock and come to their senses. Seeing that the warriors of the Holy Shadows Sect and the barbarian soldiers were attempting to run away, they immediately left the city and pursued to kill them.

"Demon, he's a demon!"

The last remaining grandmaster among the barbarians was trembling with fear, his legs going weak. Forcing himself to stand, he concealed himself among the soldiers and fled rapidly toward the distance.

But then, suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed from the void.

A slender figure, obscured by the blazing sun, was already upon the grandmaster from behind.

"You..."

The barbarian grandmaster barely managed to utter a plea for mercy when Gu Chen directly punched him to pieces. The dazzling light from his fist instantly engulfed the man, scattering his blood and bones across the heavens and earth.

"It's over..." Witnessing Yanrong and his men taking over the aftermath and coming out of the city, Gu Chen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

This battle had kept him on constant high alert, unable to relax for a moment. It can be said that had it not been for the support of three Superior Perfect Martial Skills, one Earth Grade technique, and six hundred thirty years of profound cultivation, Yulong City would definitely have been indefensible.

With this, the battle had come to a complete end. The vast majority of barbarian soldiers were slain, with the rest taken prisoner.

At this moment, outside Yulong City, the bodies of the barbarian soldiers were stacked as high as hills and all of these were the handiwork of Gu Chen.

With complex expressions, Yanrong and the others gazed upon Gu Chen, knowing that after this battle of Yan State, Gu Chen's name would once again spread throughout the nine provinces.

The annihilation of a one hundred and twenty thousand strong army in a single day would solidify Gu Chen's "infamy," bound to be feared by countless across the world.

At the same time, the barbarians would undoubtedly hate Gu Chen to the bone.

One hundred and twenty thousand troops, along with three martial grandmasters, this battle was enough to severely weaken the barbarian forces.

In the air, wisps of barely noticeable pale red blood energy flowed into Gu Chen's left palm as he sat silently below the city walls, quietly sensing it.

He had tried to communicate with and even mobilize the gauntlet deep within the flesh of his left hand, but to no avail; the gauntlet once again fell into silence, unmoved.