Xu Yuan’s voice was fast as he stared at the deep blue pupils of the Barbarian Strange King:
"But a great war is approaching, and if we die, Dayan still has Marquis Wucheng, Zong Qingsheng, Yuan Hao, and a lineup of high-ranking officers, but if you die, I guess the tribes under you would instantly turn into a scattered mess, and with the loss of elite troops, the women and children in the Extreme Black Lands of your Barbarian Tribes will become lambs to the slaughter under the blades of Dayan."
"If you don’t die, in the upcoming decisive battle, the hundreds of thousands of Barbarian elite troops under your command may still have a chance of victory."
Xu Yuan stared at the Barbarian Strange King and said word by word:
"You have ten breaths left to consider."
The Barbarian Strange King listened intently, his deep blue pupils betraying no emotion as he raised his keratin-covered index finger to point at Xu Yuan:
"This King does not believe that someone as pampered as you would have the resolve to face death without fear."
"Seven breaths," Xu Yuan stated blandly as he counted.
"Oh, then let this King see if you dare to let Wu Yuan kill this King."
Having said that, the Barbarian Strange King stood quietly in the void, staring at every minute change on Xu Yuan’s face.
But the human male before him only counted calmly, his voice revealing not the slightest fluctuation.
The Barbarian King moved.
The intricate patterns on his one arm suddenly lit up with a ghostly blue glow, and under its radiance, his entire arm instantly bulged to more than twice its size.
Unmatched monstrous strength was directed at Nan Jinxi’s facade in a thunderous assault.
Nan Jinxi clenched her fist, a trace of paleness in her fox-like eyes as she channeled the ready Origin Qi into the Kunwu Mirror in her hand.
The Kunwu Mirror floated in front of her in an instant.
A bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.
The Barbarian King’s punch, as if striking the surface of water, saw his muscular, sinewy arm seemingly pass through some barrier and vanish into thin air.
And the next instant,
The fist, laden with a shocking gale, emerged in an eerie manner from the transparent mirror surface, and smashed back onto the head of the Barbarian Strange King.
In the nick of time, the Barbarian Strange King slightly tilted his head to avoid his own all-out punch, a hint of surprise in his gaze.
The residual punch blasted onto the mountaintop, creating ground-shattering tremors as the snow and fog on the ground soared into the air.
A large fist imprint crushed thousands of trees, starkly manifesting amid the mountains!
Amidst the chaotic turmoil, Xu Yuan’s calm whisper resounded as expected.
A red-glowing, earth-shaking slash headed straight for Nan Jinxi, with the blade parting the wind and snow effortlessly!
Nan Jinxi’s breathing suddenly became rapid.
First the Barbarian King, then Li Qingyan.
She wanted to activate the Kunwu Mirror again for defense, but the piss from the Barbarian Strange King’s punch had temporarily left the Origin Qi unable to sustain.
Seeing the blade’s light threatening to engulf her, Nan Jinxi suddenly smiled towards the direction of Northern Border City.
That person... would probably grieve for her, right?
How foolish she was...
The crisp sound snapped Nan Jinxi back from the brink of death, to see that the blade hadn’t struck her, but directly hit the ancient looking compact mirror in front of her.
The faint sounds softly arose as a series of cracks quietly spread across the old mirror, quickly expanding like a spider’s web.
In everyone’s confusion,
Xu Yuan silently took Li Qingyan’s jade hand.
A dazzling white light, too bright to look at, spread from the shattered Kunwu Mirror, ultimately enveloping an area of a mile around completely........