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Chapter 1423 Killing another ferocious beast, beheading the Gu Diao

However, facing this desperate attack, Baihu's face remained completely calm, not even flinching.

In his eyes, the Gu Diao's movements were as slow as a snail's crawl, and its seemingly ruthless sword strikes were full of flaws.

"How dare a tiny pearl like a grain of rice compete with the sun and the moon?"

Baihu snorted coldly and lightly swung the Baihu Slaughtering World Spear in his hand.

What seemed like a casual movement contained ultimate power and skill. White energy flowed along the shaft of the spear, and the spear tip struck precisely at the point where the blades of the two Soul-Devouring Blades met.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out, not with the expected earth-shattering sound, but with a light touch that deflected a great weight with minimal effort.

Gu Diao felt an overwhelming force emanating from the blade. The gray-black aura he had condensed melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. The two Soul-Devouring Blades were deflected by this force and slashed to the side, hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

His prized, desperate strike was so easily deflected by his opponent.
Gu Diao was filled with disbelief. Before he could react, he saw the White Tiger Blade at the White Tiger's waist instantly unsheathed.

It was a straight blade, pure white, with a long, narrow blade that looked as if it were formed from moonlight. When it was drawn from its sheath, it made no sound at all; only a flash of cold white light appeared.

Baihu's movements were as fast as lightning. With a slight flick of his wrist, Baihu's blade had already slashed across the Gu Diao's neck.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, spraying onto the ground like a fountain. The Gu Diao's head drew an arc in the air, its face filled with shock and resentment, before crashing heavily at Zhu Shuang's feet.

His body lunged forward a few steps before crashing to the ground. The phantom of the Gu Diao behind him dissipated with his master's death, and the gray-black aura receded like a tide.

From the moment the Gu Diao launched its attack to its decapitation, the entire process took less than a single round, less than a few breaths.

A powerful protector of the Taiping Cult was killed so swiftly and decisively by the White Tiger, whose Qi was at its peak, that he didn't even have a chance to fight back. It was a complete annihilation!
This scene completely shattered Zhu Shuang's last psychological defenses. He was just a pampered young master who usually relied on his father Zhu Yuanzhang's power to act arrogantly in the camp. In addition, he had his good elder brother Zhu Biao protecting him. He had never seen such a bloody life-and-death struggle.

He was already somewhat numb from the killing of Qiongqi, but now, seeing the Gu Diao's head rolling to his feet, its unseeing eyes staring straight at him, Zhu Shuang could no longer hold back. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"No...don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Zhu Shuang was so frightened that he was trembling all over. He screamed incoherently and scrambled backward until his back hit the wooden stake of the tent, at which point he stopped.

He suddenly remembered that he had personal guards, and immediately turned around and shouted to those around him.

"My personal guards! Where are my personal guards? Come quick! Stop him! Stop him!"

At this moment, the dozen or so guards around him were already scared and hid to the side. They had seen clearly the scene of Baihu killing Qiongqi and Gu Diao, so how could they dare to step forward?

But they dared not disobey their master's orders, so they could only grit their teeth, grip their swords and spears, and cautiously surround him, forming a loose human wall to block Zhu Shuang's way.

Looking at Zhu Shuang's disheveled and cowardly appearance, Baihu's eyes flashed with deep disdain.

It is said that a tiger father will not have a dog son, but Zhu Yuanzhang was able to become a regional commander with many fierce generals under his command, so how could he have given birth to such a good-for-nothing?

Do these scoundrels even deserve to lord it over the people in the military camp? "These shrimp soldiers and crab generals think they can stop me?"

Baihu chuckled and his white tiger steed took a step forward. White qi spread out, and the dozen or so guards immediately felt a tremendous pressure. They were so frightened that they retreated and could no longer hold their swords and spears.

Baihu had no interest in wasting time with these small fry. His goal was to capture Zhu Shuang alive. His gaze swept across the ground and landed on a wooden spear commonly used by the Yellow Turban Army.

This spear was discarded in the chaos just now. The shaft was made of ordinary hardwood, and the spearhead was rusty. It was nothing special on the battlefield, but in Baihu's hands, even such an ordinary wooden spear could unleash amazing power.

With a flick of his toe, the wooden spear seemed to come alive, and with a "whoosh," it was lifted up and came to a steady stop in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the White Tiger gently probed with the White Tiger World-Slaying Spear in its hand, the tip of the spear precisely touching the tail of the wooden spear, and then its wrist quickly rotated.

The White Tiger Slaughtering World Spear was like a spinning top, causing the wooden spear to spin rapidly. White qi flowed into the spear shaft, making the originally ordinary wooden spear emit a faint white light. The spear body also made a "humming" sound due to the high speed of rotation, containing amazing penetrating power.

It should be noted that wooden spears are relatively soft and have an unstable center of gravity. It is already difficult to lift them with the tip of the spear, let alone spin them at high speed and accurately inject them with qi. This requires not only extremely strong strength control, but also an extraordinary understanding and control of the weapon.

On the entire battlefield, perhaps only a war god like Baihu, whose qi is at its peak, could wield it with such ease.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, Baihu suddenly thrust his wrist forward, and the wooden spear, spinning at high speed, shot towards Zhu Shuang's guards like a cannonball, carrying white energy.

It moved so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage, leaving no time for anyone to react.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously. The three guards standing at the front were pierced through the body by a single spear before they could even see the trajectory of the wooden spear.

With the enhancement of the White Tiger's Qi, the wooden spear was as powerful as a spear forged from refined iron, easily piercing through their leather armor, entering from their chests and exiting from their backs, drawing out streams of blood.

The wooden spear did not stop; after piercing through the bodies of three guards, its momentum remained undiminished as it continued to fly towards Zhu Shuang.

Zhu Shuang was stunned and tried to dodge, but his legs were too weak to move. He could only watch helplessly as the wooden spear came hurtling towards him.

"puff!"

The wooden spear struck Zhu Shuang precisely in the shoulder blade, the powerful impact pinning him instantly to the wooden stake behind him, rendering him immobile.

The intense pain caused Zhu Shuang to let out a shrill scream. Tears and snot streamed down her face instantly, and all her previous arrogance vanished, replaced by endless fear and agony.

"Ah—it hurts! It hurts so much! Let me go! Please let me go!"

Zhu Shuang cried out and struggled desperately to break free from the wooden spear's restraints, but the more he struggled, the more intense the pain in his shoulder blades became. Blood flowed down the wooden spear, staining his magnificent brocade robe red.

"Behave yourself. If you move around again, the next time I'll pierce your heart."

Baihu slowly urged his horse forward, looking down at Zhu Shuang, who was nailed to the wooden stake, with icy eyes.

(End of this chapter)