Chapter 887: The Death of Wanhe Peiluo! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Hmph! Stubborn to the end!”

Wang Chong coldly sneered, a cold and sharp light in his eyes. Wanhe Peiluo's outburst had seemed abrupt, but Wang Chong had long ago predicted this. Rumble! As Wanhe Peiluo led his tribesmen forward, Wang Chong exploded into the air like a hawk. All the armor on his body clanged and clattered, and as countless people looked on, his Wootz Steel sword began to hum and explode with Sword Qi as it slashed down with lightning-fast speed at Wanhe Peiluo.

But even though Wang Chong was fast, there was someone even faster.

”Wanhe Peiluo, you've truly… disappointed me!” A voice as loud as thunder rang in everyone's ears, suffused with a deep disappointment.

Upon hearing this voice, the fierce and aggressive Karluk Chief trembled as if he had been jabbed, even the grip on his massive axe becoming unsteady as he blurted out, ”Lord Protector-General!!”

Wanhe Peiluo was well known for his fierce and unbending nature, and Wang Chong still did not have the right to make him blurt out the words 'Lord Protector-General'. In the entire army, only Anxi War God Gao Xianzhi had this right. Rumble! Before Wanhe Peiluo had even finished speaking, a destructive storm of energy had appeared and begun to approach Wanhe Peiluo with astonishing speed.

In a flash, Wanhe Peiluo's face turned as white as paper.

Boom!

There was an earth-shaking explosion and roiling waves of energy as three figures clashed next to Talas's gate. So fierce was the Stellar Energy that everyone in a ten-zhang radius was swept outward, not a single person able to hold their ground.

”Not good!”

”Careful!”

”Their energy waves are too powerful! Hurry and back up!”

The surroundings were in chaos. Wang Chong, Gao Xianzhi, and Wanhe Peiluo were essentially the strongest people in the army, and an exchange between experts like these was not something those beneath their level could approach, much less interfere in. But this chaos settled down as quickly as it had arisen, those powerful waves of Stellar Energy that had engulfed the world vanishing without a trace.

By the time the people had gotten off the ground, the battle was already over.

”Milord!”

Xue Qianjun clambered off the ground, wanting to help in the battle, but when he raised his head and saw what had happened, he was frozen on the spot. In front of the gate, Wang Chong had his back to Xue Qianjun, one hand grasping the Wootz Steel sword while the other hand was clenched around Wanhe Peiluo's neck, raising him high into the air so that his feet dangled in the air.

Wanhe Peiluo was struggling, but he could not struggle free. Wang Chong's hand seemed to be forged from steel, firmly locked around his neck. To the side, Gao Xianzhi loomed like a mountain, neither moving nor speaking. Everything was fixed in place as if time had stopped.

No one knew what had happened just now, but there was no doubt that the battle was over.

No matter how formidable Wanhe Peiluo was, there was no way he could contend against two Protector-Generals of the Great Tang working together.

”Lord Protector-General, Lord Protector-General… I've been wronged! Please, listen to my explanation!”

Wanhe Peiluo was pale and panicked, his body continuing to struggle. Although Wang Chong had a hand around his neck, the true lethal attack had come from Anxi Protector-General Gao Xianzhi. Even after multiple taxing battles, a peak Saint Martial expert was not something Wanhe Peiluo could match.

Gao Xianzhi had not killed him, but he had sealed off all his energy channels. Wanhe Peiluo currently could not use a single drop of the energy in his body.

”Wanhe Peiluo, you've deeply disappointed me.”

Gao Xianzhi finally spoke, an indescribable fatigue in his voice. Two months of battle had not been able to topple him, but the betrayal of the Karluks had seemingly drained this ever-victorious Anxi War God of all his energy.

”I don't mind you taking Arab gold. After all, the Karluks are a mercenary tribe. If a competitor gifts you gold, you can refuse it, and if you do accept it, that doesn't mean that you need to work for them. But for the sake of ten chests of treasure, you actually want to betray the Great Tang, working with the Arabs to let them into the city… You've deeply disappointed me. As it turns out, our ten years of fighting together was only worth ten chests of treasure!”

”Milord, it's not like that, it's not like that…”