Where the meteors fell, explosions resounded; with his own strength alone, Su Liu shattered the spirit shield and gravely injured hundreds of cultivators.
So strong...
Murong Yun stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded. Was this the peak power of the aggressive spiritual attribute?
By comparison, what was hers? To use a skill she had to sow seeds first?!
Murong Yun twitched the corner of her mouth, shook her head, and dutifully went back to sowing seeds...
And for this powerful, dazzling strike, Su Liu expended all his spiritual energy; as a cultivator, he had no strength left to continue, yet he still held on.
Because just now, he crippled over a hundred of the enemy cultivators!
Even if Liaozhou cannot be held, these enemies trampling on Nanchu’s lands must not go unpunished!
"No wonder he is called ‘Heavenly Fire Meteor’ Su Liu—such skill!"
Within the enemy army, Gong Liu watched Su Liu’s signature technique, which had gravely injured hundreds of cultivators in a single strike; a flash of killing intent passed through his eyes.
Such a talent—if he refuses to surrender, then he must be killed!
And now, after breaking through the shield, Su Liu’s face beneath the helmet was pale; he no longer had the strength to launch another spiritual attack.
This too is the common trait of battlefield‑type cultivators: in battle, to maximize output, they usually unleash all their spiritual power without reservation.
But Su Liu had no spiritual power left, while the enemy’s remaining nine hundred vanguard cultivators still had strength to fight!
"Not good—they’ve actually made the earth‑attribute and wood‑attribute cultivators build a bridge..."
Su Liu stood atop the city wall, his hand trembling from spiritual exhaustion. He had thought breaking the spirit shield would buy some time, but the enemy cared nothing for the lives of ordinary soldiers.
They even shifted formation, forcing soldiers to stand before the cultivators as shields; through the piling of lives, they pushed forward to the moat.
Though there was no bridge, countless wood‑attribute cultivators summoned vines, reinforced by earth‑attribute power, and in an instant they built a long bridge strong enough to cross the river.
“Loose the arrows—aim at the cultivators!”
Su Liu forced down the tremor in his voice, hoarsely shouting. At the same time, he ordered his cultivators to assess the newly‑formed spiritual bridge.
Unfortunately, the disparity in the number of cultivators on both sides was too great, and the effect was minimal.
The forces of Pingyun surged fiercely; Su Liu saw enemies already charging across the spiritual bridge. Though he had long known it could not be stopped, when it truly happened, he still could not accept it.
Is Liaozhou truly to be destroyed today—destroyed by these barbarians who only know how to herd cattle and sheep?
Su Liu’s vision was already spinning from spiritual exhaustion, shadows overlapping before his eyes; yet he stood unmoving, clad in heavy armor, straight as a spear.
Even as beads of sweat rolled down his eyes, he did not blink once.
If a miracle were to happen, that would be wonderful.
Perhaps the prayer truly worked; in the next instant, on the thick, soft snow along the moat’s inner bank, tiny shoots of green suddenly appeared—spreading, multiplying, flourishing.
Bleak winter turned to the green of early spring—in the blink of an eye.
Su Liu heard exclamations of astonishment rising and falling all around him.
“What’s going on there?”
“It’s wood‑attribute cultivators—how is that possible? They’ve actually summoned so many vines?!” Around him, soldiers rasped in disbelief.
“Is it the enemy? If it’s the enemy, then…”
There were voices of doubt, but those doubts sputtered out halfway.
For amid the countless vines, a woman suffused with shimmering green aura soared skyward—like a queen commanding the vines, striding through the air, her black hair whipped loose by the force of her spiritual breath, flying in all directions.
That woman—it’s clearly the same one who was standing beside Deputy General Su Liu before!
Standing aloft in the air—that’s…the mark of a Seventh‑Rank cultivator!
Even Su Liu, at this moment, was utterly stunned, mouth agape—who could have imagined that this youthful, delicate‑looking beauty was in fact a powerful cultivator?
What does Seventh Rank mean? Once a cultivator reaches the Sixth Rank, they have already left ordinary humanity behind—their lifespan and constitution undergo a qualitative leap. But to ascend one rank further is harder than hard.
Likewise, a Seventh‑Rank cultivator can utterly crush those of lower rank. If not for the enemy’s shell‑like spirit shield being so solid, Su Liu alone could have slain at least three hundred cultivators.
It was only at this very moment that Su Liu understood why the general’s wife had entrusted the safety of an entire city to a woman.
Indeed, his vision had been too narrow.
Yet, no matter how strong this woman was, the enemy had more than a hundred thousand troops, not only this vanguard of cultivators—but most crucially, they had Gong Liu…
Su Liu still did not hold much hope. Yet if this woman could delay the enemy even for a short while, it would be worthwhile—after all, Liaozhou City being broken by the barbarians of Pingyun with a single assault.
Even if he were to die, Su Liu would never yield.
The vines multiplied, writhing and lashing—dragging the Pingyun invaders who tried to land back to the far bank, or hurling them into the water, thrashing with furious vigor.
And those vine‑whips, blooming with little roses of every color, bore not only thorns but poison; anyone struck was paralyzed within a few breaths, unable to move—and if they fell into the water, they drowned outright.
This is no feeble wood‑element cultivator—this is a formidable, troublesome cultivator!
Yet while everyone beheld Murong Yun as incomparably mighty, at this moment she hovered high in the air being incomparably pretentious, blood slowly seeping from the corner of her mouth, her face twisted in agony as her spiritual energy was drained away.
Pretending to be the strongest master—yet suffering the gravest internal injury, this must be what it looks like.
The main issue was that she had sown too many seeds; even as she kept releasing ‘Wusheng,’ her spiritual energy was no longer enough to command them.
Moreover, when the enemy vanguard saw the wall of vines blocking their way, they unleashed every kind of spiritual technique. She had to keep repairing the shattered vines while still commanding them to lash at foes—her mind and body strained to the breaking point.
Just as she was about to collapse from exhaustion, she thought of retreating behind the walls to defend the city by other means—after all, she had bought some time, and surely the townsfolk were ready by now.
And just then, the archers on the wall had exhausted all their arrows; with no other recourse, they could only cheer Murong Yun on.
“Come on, girl—smash those barbarians!!”
“Mighty girl—you are the war‑god of Liaozhou City!!”
“Forget Liaozhou—this girl is the war‑god of our Nan Chu! Charge, girl, whip them to death, whip whip whip!!!”
🐇♡🐇♡🐇♡🐇
Murong Yun (wiping blood dramatically): “Don’t call me pretentious… I’m just… performance‑oriented.”
Archers (chanting): “Performance‑oriented war‑god! Performance‑oriented war‑god!”
Runa: The archers just became cheerleaders. XD I'm gonna join them. Go girl!!
Su Liu (rolling eyes): “Great. Even dying, I won’t accept this nonsense.”
Vines (snapping another invader): “Less talk, more whip. Whip whip whip.”
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