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Chapter 1422 Catching a Big Fish

The Gu Diao, who was not far away, was so frightened by this scene that he almost dropped the scimitar in his hand. He had just wanted to go forward to help, but seeing the White Tiger's terrifying strength and the Qiongqi's tragic death in four moves, he was filled with deep fear.

He had personally witnessed Shen Ni's power, and the strength of this white-armored spearman in front of him was clearly on par with Shen Ni's. If he went up against him, he would probably only lose his life.

"This... what kind of monster is this..."

Gu Diao swallowed hard, instinctively took a few steps back, and was no longer excited as before.

Zhu Shuang, who had been leaning against the tent entrance, froze his arrogant expression instantly, replaced by astonishment and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

Although he was absurd and unrestrained, he was not entirely brainless. The strength that the White Tiger had shown was enough to make him realize that his life was in danger.

He had long heard of Qiongqi's fearsome reputation and strength, yet he couldn't even withstand four moves from it. Even with him and Gu Diao, they would probably only be able to withstand a few more thrusts from this white-armored spear general!

Just as Qiongqi's corpse crashed to the ground, Baihu's gaze had already passed over the mess and precisely locked onto Gu Diao and Zhu Shuang not far away.

The night wind swept the embers from the burning camp, brushing past Zhu Shuang's Shu brocade robe embroidered with a fierce tiger pattern. The gilded wine pot rolled out of his loosened hand and crashed to the ground with a clatter, creating an eerie contrast with the surrounding shouts of battle.

A glint immediately flashed in Baihu's eyes. As a veteran general who had guarded the northern frontier for many years, he had seen at least eighty or a hundred sons of powerful and wealthy families. Someone like Zhu Shuang, who dressed so luxuriously and extravagantly in the military camp, was most likely a young master who had come to the front lines to "gild his resume."

It should be noted that even the commanders in the military mostly wear durable leather armor or coarse cloth battle robes. Shu brocade is not only expensive to produce, but also not durable and not suitable for the battlefield environment. Only the pampered sons of the powerful and wealthy who do not take fighting seriously would be so extravagant.

"This kid has quite a background."

A thought flashed through Baihu's mind. His gaze swept over the jade pendant at Zhu Shuang's waist. Its color was warm and its carving was exquisite. It was definitely not something an ordinary general could wear. Thinking of the core leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, apart from the leader Zhu Yuanzhang, who would dare to let their sons be so ostentatious on the front line?

However, Baihu didn't care whether Zhu Shuang was actually Zhu Yuanzhang's son; he was more concerned with the value of this "gilded young master."

These kinds of people are often raised in secluded mansions or learn from high-ranking officials. They know far more secrets than ordinary generals. They can know everything from the actual reserves of military supplies and the secret patterns of patrols and shift changes to the details of the cooperation between the Yellow Turban Army and the Taiping Rebellion and subsequent battle plans. They might be able to pry all of this out of the generals.

For the Hengzhou army, which was locked in a fierce battle with the Yellow Turban Rebellion, this was practically a "treasure trove of intelligence" delivered to their doorstep.

"Capturing this man alive would be more useful than killing ten Qiongqi."

Baihu made up his mind instantly, while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the changing situation on the battlefield.

Xu Da lived up to his reputation. In a short while, the encirclement of the five armies began to steadily shrink. The shield formations of the left and right flanks advanced like an impregnable wall, and the arrows rained down by the archers became increasingly dense. Although they could not stop the White Tiger Cavalry for the time being, if this dragged on any longer, it would be difficult to escape unscathed.

Meanwhile, the White Tiger Cavalry, which had been rampaging through the central army camp, had already retreated in shifts, providing cover for each other, as planned. Tian Zaibiao's rearguard had also fought their way through and sped toward the western gap, leaving only a few dozen of White Tiger's personal guards behind.

"You go first, and after you meet up, wait for orders at Qing Shi Valley, the deputy governor of Wuqi!"

Baihu waved his hand, signaling the remaining Baihu cavalry to retreat first. Although the guards were worried about their commander's safety, they had absolute confidence in Baihu's strength and immediately agreed in unison, turning their horses around and chasing after the retreating main force. At the edge of the vast camp, only Baihu and his horse remained of the original Baihu cavalry, along with Gu Diao and Zhu Shuang, who were frozen in fear not far away.

At this moment, the white tiger steed under the white tiger snorted and pawed the ground with its front hooves. White qi swirled around the horse's hooves. The white tiger on the horse held the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear, the tip of which was pointed diagonally at the ground. It approached Gu Diao and Zhu Shuang step by step. Although the qi on its body did not deliberately explode, it formed an invisible sense of oppression.

As Gu Diao watched Bai Hu approach step by step, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe. He had witnessed the tragic state of Qiong Qi, the guy who was known as the "number one warrior" under the Great Protector of Shen Ni in the Taiping Sect, couldn't even withstand four moves from Bai Hu before being shot through the throat and killed.

Although he believed his strength was not much worse than Qiongqi's, at most they were roughly equal. Facing such an extreme ceiling of Qi, he had no chance of winning at all.

On the battlefield, the principle is "one force can overcome ten techniques," and the difference between the ultimate Qi and an ordinary war god is no longer a difference in "strength," but a crushing "dimensionality"!

Just like a tiger and a jackal, no matter how fierce the jackal is, it can only tremble in front of the tiger. Gu Diao could even clearly feel that the white aura emanating from the white tiger was like a towering mountain. Its own gray-black ferocious beast aura did not even have the courage to raise its head in front of it, and would be swallowed up by the other's aura at any time.

"Run? There's no way you can escape."

A deep despair rose in Gu Diao's heart. If he turned around and ran away with his White Tiger Qi at its peak, exposing his back to Gu Diao, he would probably die an even more miserable death.

Rather than fleeing in a sorry state, it's better to fight with all one's might, and perhaps hold out for a while, or buy some time for Zhu Shuang to escape—after all, Zhu Shuang is Zhu Yuanzhang's son. If they can protect him, even if they die, Shenni will remember their contribution and treat their family well.

"Since we can't escape, let's fight to the death!"

A fierce glint flashed in the Gu Diao's eyes. Its body, which had been trembling slightly with fear, instantly stabilized, and it gripped the two curved blades at its waist tightly.

These two curved blades are his signature weapons, known as the "Soul-Devouring Blades." The blades are coated with a potent poison and can amplify his ferocious beast energy.

As the Gu Diao activated its protective aura, the dark gray-black beastly energy began to burn intensely around its body, rising up like a raging fire.

This is a desperate move that burns one's own vital energy. Although it can increase strength in a short time, it will inevitably cause a sharp drop in cultivation level afterward, and may even damage one's foundation. Unless one is desperate, no general would be willing to use it.

"Wow—"

A strange roar, neither bird nor baby, came from the mouth of the Gu Diao. According to the "Pian Ya", the Gu Diao was originally a man-eating monster that was "like an eagle with horns". At this moment, the qi behind him condensed and took shape, which was the phantom of the Gu Diao: the front half of the body was the shape of an osprey, with a sharp beak and claws, and a curved black horn on its head. The back half of the body was a fish tail covered with scales, and a large fish fin extended from its chest. The gray-black qi wrapped around the phantom and exuded a fishy and ferocious aura.

"White Tiger! Prepare to die!"

With a roar, the Gu Diao leaped off the ground and charged towards the White Tiger like an arrow. The two Soul-Devouring Blades in its hands, enveloped in dense gray-black energy, drew two desperate arcs, slashing towards the White Tiger's head and chest respectively.

This strike concentrated all his inner strength and courage; the ruthlessness of his blade was three times more ferocious than when he was at his peak.

(End of this chapter)