The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

Beside the middle-aged foreign man, a young man had been standing quietly. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a bright and reserved look in his eyes. It was Lu Jingyuan.

He asked in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "How dare you! How dare you address the Lord by his name? Do you know your crime?"

The middle-aged foreigner suddenly realized that he had just been slapped in the face by the other party.

He struggled to get up from the ground, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a trembling voice: "Excuse me, who is Duan... Lord Duan?"

At this time, Duan Tianyang was sitting upright on his warhorse, his eyes penetrating the crowd and reaching the top of the mountain, as if he was oblivious to the noise around him.

The middle-aged foreign man covered his cheek with his hands, feeling uneasy, and said to Duan Tianyang on the horse: "You...are you Lord Duan?"

Duan Tianyang said nothing.

The middle-aged foreigner's face was filled with embarrassment, anger and fear. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to take a step forward. However, just after he took two steps, he was hit in the knee by Lu Jingyuan's fierce kick, and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

He looked back at Lu Jingyuan in horror, only to see that the other party had already grasped the hilt of the knife. He felt so cold that he shrank his neck and dared not move.

"Tell me what's the matter!" Lu Jingyuan urged coldly.

The middle-aged foreign man said tremblingly: "In the past, Lord Duan lit a fire in our tribe's territory in order to defeat the Jin army. However, with Lord Duan's withdrawal, the fire brought a devastating disaster to our tribe. The fire burned our forests and drove away all the prey, which was tantamount to cutting off the survival of our tribe..."

Before the middle-aged foreigner finished speaking, Lu Jingyuan shouted, "Speak to the point!"

The middle-aged foreigner shuddered and blurted out: "Our chief demands that Lord Duan... must compensate our Panda tribe for the huge losses."

At this moment, Duan Tianyang finally turned around slowly, with a somewhat lazy tone: "How much silver does your chief want me to pay as compensation?"

"The chief said that as long as Lord Duan compensates us with 800,000 taels of silver, the Panda tribe will regard you as a close friend and treat you with fine wine and delicious food. On the contrary, if Lord Duan refuses to compensate, our tribe will regard you as an enemy, and any move to enter our territory will be met with the sharp sword of the Panda warriors."

Before the middle-aged foreigner finished speaking, Duan Tianyang had already taken out a silver coin from his waist and threw it in front of him casually, with a teasing smile on his face: "Here, take it, this is my compensation to you. If you insist on stopping us from crossing the mountain, then we will kill you!"

The silver coin was particularly dazzling in the eyes of the middle-aged foreign man. His expression changed rapidly, while the Hongxing Army soldiers around him burst into laughter...

"What kind of thing is this? You dare to ask for 800,000 taels of silver? It's a great favor for the Lord to give you one tael of silver as compensation!"

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged foreign man finally couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointing directly at Duan Tianyang, and roared angrily: "Duan Tianyang, you are going too far!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jingyuan's saber had already been unsheathed like lightning, and a flash of cold light flashed...

With a crisp sound, the middle-aged foreign man's wrist that was pointing at Duan Tianyang was cut off by a knife, and the severed palm fell to the ground. The wound was as smooth as a mirror. Along with his heart-wrenching screams, blood gushed out...

He covered his broken wrist with his hand, his face pale, and stepped back repeatedly in fear.

Duan Tianyang's eyes were like torches, and he said coldly in fluent foreign language: "Go back and tell your chief that those who know what's best for you should stay in bed and get out of the way. Otherwise, my Hongxing Army will surely wipe out your Panda tribe!"

The middle-aged foreigner with the broken wrist did not dare to stay any longer, and fled back to the top of the mountain in panic like a frightened bird.

Duan Tianyang waited for more than half an hour, but he saw no sign of retreat from the foreigners on the top of the mountain.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he cursed inwardly for being ungrateful. Then he turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Pass the order, the whole army attacks!"

Following his order, the Hongxing Army launched a fierce charge towards Fengming Mountain like a tide.

The commanders of each corps shouted orders sternly, and the soldiers rushed like arrows, crossing the bare hillside and climbing to the top of the mountain with all their might.

Taking advantage of the geographical location, the barbarians on the top of the mountain quickly launched a counterattack.

Arrows rained down like rain, dense and swift, mixed with boulders and logs rolling down, and the roar echoed throughout the valley.

The soldiers of the Hongxing Army fought bravely but were repeatedly frustrated. Each wave of attack was repelled by the enemy's fierce counterattack.

Duan Tianyang, who was watching the battle, narrowed his eyes when he saw this, drew his sword and prepared to go into battle himself.

Wen Daozun, who was standing by, hurriedly advised: "Sir, our army only needs to feint in this battle, no need to take real action."

Duan Tianyang raised a faint smile and retorted, "You have to put on a full show. Even if it's a feint, you have to make the enemy feel the pressure. This way you can conceal your tracks."

After saying that, he turned to Xiao Fang and solemnly entrusted him: "Xiao Fang, you will command this battle on my behalf."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and merged into the battle formation in front.

Lu Jingyuan, Hua Duoer, Qiu Tieyi and others followed closely behind, surrounding Duan Tianyang.

As they approached the foot of the mountain, a dense rain of arrows suddenly rose from the sky, and the sound of whizzing arrows was endless.

Duan Tianyang was agile, and as he swung his black sword, the arrows were deflected. He took the opportunity to climb hard and sprinted straight to the top of the mountain.

As Duan Tianyang got closer to the top of the mountain, the enemy's arrows became more and more frequent.

He gathered all his strength, shuttled through the rain of arrows, and climbed to a height of more than ten meters.

Seeing that arrows could not stop it, the people on the top of the mountain turned to using rolling logs in an attempt to knock it down.

Duan Tianyang shouted angrily and released a storm of sharp blades. The wind blades whistled and instantly shattered the rolling logs into sawdust that flew all over the sky.

Just as Duan Tianyang was taking advantage of the momentum to charge forward, a roar was heard again on the top of the mountain, and dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.

It turned out that they were rocks thrown down by the foreigners, some as big as half a person and some as small as washbasins, coming in an overwhelming manner, leaving no place to hide.

The weight of the rock is so heavy, and the inertia of its fall makes a terrifying sound.

Even Duan Tianyang didn't dare to carry so many rocks head-on.

Just as he was about to dodge sideways, he caught a glimpse of the scene below him out of the corner of his eye...

Behind him, he saw a dense crowd of soldiers from the Hongxing Army. They were very excited and followed him in the charge.

As the commander-in-chief of the army, he knew that every move he made would affect the soldiers around him.

Although he could easily avoid the rocks rolling down from the top of the mountain at this time, if these rocks rolled into his own crowd, it would cause immeasurable casualties.

Duan Tianyang stopped instantly, he raised his black sword with both hands, and with a roar, the extreme blade violently rushed out...

Wind blades surged forward like crazy, with such density that it was like a hurricane blowing around him.

These dense wind blades were like sharp blades, fiercely cutting at the falling rocks, splitting them into tiny pieces of gravel...

At the same time, Duan Tianyang raised a huge wind wall, which blocked the scattered rubble one by one and protected the soldiers behind him...