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Chapter 1421 Qiongqi Used as a Speed ​​Bump

"Commander Xu, the Left Wing Army has returned to reinforce! Should we let them join the encirclement and suppression?"

The messenger asked in a loud voice.

"No need!"

Xu Da shook his head decisively.

"Send the Left Wing Army to recapture the Left Wing Camp, extinguish the remaining fires, assess the losses, and hold the flank of the camp to prevent the Hengzhou Army from taking advantage of the situation! The encirclement and suppression by the Central Army is sufficient with the Left and Right Wings and the main force of the Central Army!"

He was meticulous and thoughtful, and he had to deal with the White Tiger Cavalry in front of him, guard against Wu Qi's Hengwu soldiers' surprise attack again, and defend the flank of the camp to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

This composure and comprehensive command in the face of danger is the key to his becoming the "First Commander of the Yellow Turban Rebellion" and his long-term rivalry with "Heavenly Khan" Li Shimin.

Meanwhile, the White Tigers in the central army quickly noticed the change in the battlefield situation. The originally chaotic Yellow Turban army gradually became more organized, with shield formations, arrow formations, and cavalry encircling them, gradually compressing the White Tiger cavalry's space to maneuver.

He immediately realized that Xu Da, that old fox, had already reacted and stabilized his position. Continuing to fight would only lead to being surrounded and suffering losses.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

Baihu acted decisively, brandishing his White Tiger World-Slaying Spear and shouting loudly.

"As originally planned, we will retreat from the west side of the main camp and join up with Commander Wu's Hengwu troops!"

The White Tiger Cavalry are experts in raiding and harassing; hitting and running is their specialty.

Upon hearing the order to retreat, the soldiers immediately adjusted their formation, no longer charging blindly, but instead taking turns providing cover as they retreated towards the west side of the camp.

Tian Zaibiao led a cavalry unit to cover the rear, brandishing his spear to block the pursuing Yellow Turban army and buy time for the main force to retreat.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Ding Shiying, a cavalry general of the Yellow Turban Army, roared loudly and led his troops in hot pursuit.

"Get out of my way!"

Tian Zaibiao roared, unleashing his inner energy. He thrust out his spear, piercing the chest of the pursuing cavalryman. Blood spurted out, and the remaining White Tiger Knights turned to fight back. In an instant, the retreat route was once again engulfed in fierce combat.

However, the White Tiger Cavalry retreated extremely decisively, fighting as they retreated, and soon broke through the first encirclement of the Yellow Turban Army, rushing towards the west side of the main camp.

And the direction they retreated was exactly the edge of the camp area where Qiongqi was located!

At this moment, Qiongqi, seething with anger, was charging toward the central army when he ran right into the retreating White Tiger Cavalry.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, you traitors!"

Qiongqi saw a white cavalry troop galloping toward him from afar. The leader rode a white horse and held a silver-white spear, exuding an extraordinary aura.

He immediately recognized this as the main enemy force that had raided the camp at night. His eyes turned bloodshot, and black qi surged wildly. Behind him, a black tiger phantom, wreathed in black flames and with wings on its back, faintly materialized. Its ferocious aura swept over him, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this malevolent energy.

"Rending Prison Fang Halberd, break it for me!"

Qiongqi roared, ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, gripped his halberd tightly with both hands, and charged fiercely towards the White Tiger.

He wanted to display his might in front of Zhu Shuang, to cleave the enemy general in two with a single halberd strike, and to let everyone know that he, Qiongqi, was not just a name without substance!
At this moment, the White Tiger, who was acting as the White Tiger's spearhead, raised an eyebrow when he saw the Qiongqi charging towards him.

He could sense the black aura surging around the other person. Although it was domineering and fierce, it was chaotic and disorderly, clearly indicating that the other person was a brute who only knew brute force and did not know how to use aura.

However, the strength of this aura was not weak, and it could be considered a good one among the war gods, but it was no match for Baihu, who was at the pinnacle of aura.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

Baihu snorted coldly, showing no sign of slowing down. His white horse maintained its speed, and Baihu's World-Slaying Spear in his hand dipped slightly, instantly unleashing a burst of white qi. Behind him, another white tiger phantom appeared, forming a stark contrast to Qiongqi's black ferocious tiger phantom.

This white tiger phantom was entirely white, with majestic eyes and an aura of royalty. Compared to Qiongqi's black tiger, which was full of ferocity, it was worlds apart.

When Qiongqi saw the white tiger's phantom image behind the white tiger and felt the pure and powerful aura, the arrogance and ferocity on his face instantly froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

This aura... the strength of this aura is exactly the same as that of the Great Protector of the Divine Rebellion!
It is the pinnacle of Qi! It is the strongest being in this world!

Having suffered greatly at Shen Ni's hands before, he naturally understood the terror of the ultimate罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy cultivation). It was an absolute crushing of strength, something that couldn't be resisted by brute force alone. In an instant, Qiongqi's arrogance and ferocity vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear—he had just been thinking of cleaving his opponent in two with a single halberd strike, but now he realized he was facing a powerhouse on par with Shen Ni. This was tantamount to courting death!

"No...impossible! How could you be at the pinnacle of Qi?"

Qiongqi's voice trembled, its steps slowed unconsciously, and the black tiger phantom behind it became somewhat illusory, clearly indicating that it had lost its composure and its internal energy was in disarray.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. Baihu's white horse had already rushed forward, and the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear in his hand, carrying a sharp aura, was thrusting towards Qiongqi.

The pure white White Tiger World-Slaying Spear thrust out, white qi condensed at the tip, moving with lightning speed. The enormous white tiger phantom roared, and white qi swept out like a whirlwind, colliding with Qiongqi's black ferocious tiger phantom.

Qiongqi instinctively raised the Rift Prison Fang Halberd to block, and with a loud clang, the sound of metal colliding was deafening.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the air seemed to be torn apart where the black and white qi collided, creating an invisible shockwave that sent dust billowing several meters into the air.

Qiongqi felt a tremendous force coming from the halberd, his arm went numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and the black qi was instantly suppressed by the white qi, causing his body to fly backward involuntarily.

The wound on his chest reopened under the impact of the immense force, and blood gushed out, causing him to grimace in pain.

"First move!"

Baihu spoke coldly, and before he finished speaking, he spurred his horse, and the warhorse galloped forward. Baihu's World-Slaying Spear, carrying white qi, pierced towards Qiongqi like a shooting star.

Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Qiongqi was terrified and hastily swung its Rift Fang Halberd to block.

"clang!"

Spears clashed, sparks flew.

Qiongqi felt a sudden numbness in his arm, and a tremendous force traveled through the halberd shaft, causing him to stagger back several steps. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His black aura was as fragile as paper in the face of the white tiger's aura, utterly vulnerable.

"Second move!"

The White Tiger gave Qiongqi no chance to breathe, and with a sudden change in the spear's momentum, it thrust towards Qiongqi's abdomen like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

The shot was swift and ruthless, with an extremely tricky angle. Qiongqi's face turned pale, and he twisted his body with all his might, barely managing to dodge the fatal blow, but the spear tip still sliced ​​through his thigh, drawing out a stream of blood.

He could feel death approaching, and his fear deepened. His original ferocity had vanished, leaving only panic and despair.

"The third move!"

The White Tiger's voice rang out again, and white qi transformed into countless spear shadows, enveloping Qiongqi's entire body, leaving him with no way to escape.

Qiongqi could only frantically parry with the Rift Prison Fang Halberd, the clanging sounds of the impact echoing endlessly.

His movements became increasingly frantic, his black aura grew thinner and thinner, and the black tiger phantom behind him swayed precariously, on the verge of collapsing at any moment. Several more wounds appeared on his body, and blood stained his leather armor, making him look utterly wretched.

"Don't kill me! I surrender! I'm willing to submit!"

Qiongqi finally broke down, parrying and roaring, its voice trembling with sobs.

He was no longer arrogant; his eyes were full of pleading.

"I am under the command of the Divine Protector, and I know many secrets of the Taiping Sect. I can tell you! Please spare my life!"

Upon hearing this, Baihu's eyes flashed with deep contempt. He despised those who bullied the weak and feared the strong, those who were afraid of death.

"The fourth move!"

Baihu snorted coldly, and the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear in his hand suddenly burst out with even stronger energy. The white tiger phantom pounced forward and bit Qiongqi's black tiger phantom to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear pierced Qiongqi's throat like lightning!
The spear tip pierced his neck from the front and exited from the back, drawing out a stream of hot blood.

Qiongqi's eyes were wide open, his face still showing despair and pleading. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound. He could feel his life rapidly slipping away, his consciousness gradually fading, and finally only endless resentment remained.

With a flick of his wrist, Baihu drew his spear, and Qiongqi's corpse crashed to the ground. The skull necklace around its neck rolled off, making a crisp sound as it struck the ground, marking the end of its wicked life.

(End of this chapter)