Chapter 792: Dusong Mangpojes Fear! II (1/2)
Chapter 792: Dusong Mangpoje's Fear! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Never in Dusong Mangpoje's life had he encountered a situation like this. He basically recognized all the Imperial Great Generals of the world, but he did not recognize this black-robed elder. However, the energy bursting from that old man was ruthless, cruel, and suffused with a boundlessly aggressive nature.
For a moment, Dusong Mangpoje felt like he wasn't looking at a human, but tens of thousands of swords and sabers exploding outward. In the heart of that explosion of swords and sabers, however, was a pitch-black hole.
Bang!
Before Dusong Mangpoje could react, another tsunami of energy exploded from the other side.
That old and tottering white-haired elder with the inflexible expression began to rapidly rise in cultivation: True Martial realm, Profound Martial realm, Imperial Martial realm, Saint Martial realm… In an instant, both elders had reached the peak of the Saint Martial realm.
”Dusong Mangpoje, I spared your life in our last meeting, so why haven't you learned anything?” said the Wushang Village Chief in a thunderous voice.
”It's you?!”
Dusong Mangpoje's body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning, countless images beginning to flit through his mind. As he examined that aged face, he finally recognized who it was.
Around half a year ago, he had mixed into the capital with the First Prince, but Wang Chong had exposed his identity, forcing him to flee. He first had the First Prince return to the Tibetan Plateau and then led off the pursuing soldiers by himself.
At the time, he had mistakenly wandered into a mountain valley, where he had almost been killed. Dusong Mangpoje had never imagined that the mysterious elder who had defeated him in the mountain valley would show up here.
The shock was so great that, for a moment, this Ü-Tsang Great General showed a little consternation.
”Not good!”
Dusong Mangpoje trembled as an enormous fear seized his body. He suddenly understood why Wang Chong had been so confident, daring to step onto the plateau with only five thousand cavalry to challenge all the Tibetans of the northern region.
Dusong Mangpoje had believed this entire time that Wang Chong was relying on the Tang Great General Fumeng Lingcha, but only now did Dusong Mangpoje realize just how wrong he was.
The flight after two consecutive victories had simply been a part of Wang Chong's plan.
He had been relying not on Fumeng Lingcha, but on these two monstrous old men. Everything about this, including Wang Chong attempting to open the rear gate of the fortress and flee, had just been bait to lure him out.
In this battle, Wang Chong's goal had not been Dayan Mangban, but a Tibetan Great General. Although Dusong Mangpoje had not participated in those previous battles, Wang Chong's gaze had been fixed on him from start to finish.
The Great Tang actually has such a formidable individual! With him here, our Ü-Tsang will find it very difficult to do anything in Qixi.
An icy chill began to surge through Dusong Mangpoje's trembling body. He had long ago heard of Wang Chong's name, and he had also heard of the massive battle he had fought against Dalun Ruozan and Huoshu Huicang, but in the end, he had still been too dismissive.
Wang Chong's cultivation was simply far weaker than his.
But now, Dusong Mangpoje could finally sense just how terrifying this youth of the Great Tang was. He was terrifying not because of his martial arts, but because of his intelligence and foresight that always seemed to have control over the situation.
Leave!
With this thought, Dusong Mangpoje immediately began to retreat. If there were just one opponent, Dusong Mangpoje would definitely have stepped forward to fight to the death, but with two experts at the Imperial Great General level, he was simply no match.
No single Great General could deal with two Great Generals at once.
This had been a trap!
”Hahaha, Dusong Mangpoje, isn't it a little bit too late to run?”
A roar of laughter came from the open gate. At some point, the 'fleeing' Wang Chong had stopped and turned around to face Dusong Mangpoje.
Rumble!
As if in response to Wang Chong's voice, the earth quavered and time seemed to stop, after which the world seemed to explode.
As countless people looked on in fear, a ball of light even more dazzling than the sun burst out from the rear gate.
For a moment, the area around the triangular gap was quiet, the massive explosions drowning out all noise, silencing the screams and shouts, the crashes and horse whinnies.
Vast amounts of light and heat, accompanied by berserk streams of energy, pressed against the walls, making them groan and crack. For the sake of toughening these walls, Wang Chong had added hundreds of toughening and defensive inscriptions within them.