Traitors, 800 sets of armor, the severely injured Hou Hu, and of course, most importantly, the newly formed army of Long Mountain that was established less than a month ago, now completely wiped out.
The damage Great Xia caused to Long Mountain this time has certainly hit at the root.
Yet, Li Xuanling could still manage to keep her emotions in check.
This woman, indeed has some means!
It’s just a pity, she used them on the wrong target.
Xia Hong smiled faintly, a hint of contempt in his eyes, saying, "Whether Great Xia can ultimately establish itself in Longyou depends on strength, not on what you from Long Mountain decide. Just now, Hou Hu wanted to talk me into handing over this batch of armor. He has already failed, does Leader Li want to try too?"
Li Xuanling finally couldn’t hold back, directly reprimanding Xia Hong.
Just as she arrived, she had already seen Hou Hu’s miserable state. Xia Hong’s words clearly intended to warn her not to follow in Hou Hu’s footsteps, which she could not miss.
Li Xuandu noticed that the Xia army had walked very far, almost only a silhouette could be seen, and he immediately stepped forward to softly remind Li Xuanling:
"Leader, the army is nearly two kilometers away from them. It’s too late to turn back and help. We have more people; let’s just take action now?"
"Take down this madman, and force the Xia army to return to save him!"
Xia Hong’s side only had four people, not counting the severely injured Hou Hu. They have sixteen people here. If they don’t make a move now, when will they?
Li Xuanling didn’t think she could take down Xia Hong directly. As long as she could force the Xia army to turn back and save him, it would count as a success.
"The Longyou Army has already set off. It’ll take about four hours to get here. No matter what, we have to hold back the Xia army. Otherwise, when they return to Wushuang, it will be troublesome to handle them later."
Hou Hu, heavily injured at the rear, also spoke up to remind the people of Long Mountain.
"Alliance Hierarch, my Zhaoyang Blood Guards have already set off too. They are no more than an hour away. We just need to delay the Xia army for a short period!"
Hearing this, Li Xuanling’s eyes flickered slightly, and with no further worries, she directly led fifteen Cold Resistance Level members to charge at Xia Hong.
The silver Longsword drew a straight blade edge in mid-air. Li Xuanling, the strongest among Long Mountain, was the first to rush in front of Xia Hong, the swift slash aimed straight at his neck.
The sound of the blade edge swiftly cutting through the air made Xia Hong’s expression change subtly. He quickly raised his Longsword and retreated to dodge.
He remembered seeing Li Xuanling for the first time in April; she clearly only had the Basic Strength of Twelve. But this sound now was obviously not something Twelve could produce.
Xia Hong’s avoidance only lasted less than two breaths before he was forced to a halt by Li Xuantiang, Li Xuandu, and the remaining Cold Resistance Level members.
Li Xuanling didn’t charge up alone. Realizing he couldn’t dodge this slash, Xia Hong raised his Dragon Sparrow Saber. At the first contact with Li Xuanling’s Longsword, he retreated another three or four meters.
"Knowing your weapon can’t match mine, trying to deflect the force, dream on!"
Li Xuanling immediately saw through Xia Hong’s retreating intention. After a cold laugh, her body pressed forward fiercely, her right hand’s strength not diminishing at all, slicing down from above on the front of the Dragon Sparrow Saber.
Meanwhile, Li Xuantiang and others caught her intention, suppressing Xia Hong from the sides and rear in three directions, leaving him not a single space to retreat, showing perfect coordination.
With so many people restricting him, Xia Hong had no room to retreat. He could only raise the Dragon Sparrow Saber with his right hand to block Li Xuanling’s Longsword.
Of course, his left hand wasn’t idle either.
Xia Hong’s eyes flickered slightly, his left hand struck with lightning speed, directly grabbing a Snake Spear thrusting at him from the left, pulling it toward himself, then delivered a direct punch to the owner of the spear’s abdomen.
The owner of the Snake Spear happened to be Li Xuantiang.
Li Xuantiang’s abdomen almost collapsed twenty to thirty centimeters, bursting out a spray of blood that splattered from his back, his whole body flying backward twenty to thirty meters, his pupils even slightly unfocused.
Luckily, Li Xuandu reacted promptly, running backward to catch him, retreating together another twenty to thirty meters, easing some of the force; otherwise, Li Xuantiang would surely die taking this punch head-on.
Successfully striking down Li Xuantiang with his left hand, the situation with the right hand was not so optimistic!
Just as Li Xuanling had said, Xia Hong chose to dodge initially to deflect the force. He knew very well that the thousand times forged Dragon Sparrow Saber he held was inferior to the silver Longsword in Li Xuanling’s hand. When the two weapons clashed, even if he had a strength advantage, he would not fare well.
The Dragon Sparrow Saber was struck by Li Xuanling’s Longsword, and without suspense, one-third of the blade was directly cut off;
But after cutting off the Dragon Sparrow Saber, Li Xuanling’s face instantly became utterly grave, immediately withdrawing her sword and retreating.
The reason was simple: at the instant the Dragon Sparrow Saber was cut, Xia Hong held the remaining two-thirds of the blade and swung a terrifyingly menacing slash back at her.
Li Xuanling retreated a full five or six meters. Even so, the air current stirred by the slash sheared several strands of her temple hair across the void.
"No wonder he could severely injure Hou Hu. Xia Hong’s Basic Strength is probably higher than Second Uncle’s now, at least above Thirty. How could his improvement be so great in such a short time!"
Li Xuanling looked at the strands of black hair falling from her temple, eyes full of astonishment.