Summoning from Another World: A Grand Ambition

"How dare you, thief!"

From a high vantage point in the distance, Yuchi Wei, who had been overseeing the entire situation and directing the Dragon Cavalry to expand their gains, watched with eyes blazing with fury.

Seeing his own troops thrown into chaos by an enemy general, with soldiers falling like mowing grass, his anger and fighting spirit surged.

Without a second thought, with a roar, he spurred his horse and led his most elite dozens of dragon rider guards down the hillside like tigers descending a mountain, their iron hooves flying, heading straight for the silver figure that was slaughtering indiscriminately!

"Barbarian general, cease your arrogance! Yuchi Wei is here!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding across the battlefield.

Yuchi Wei's entire body of black gold heavy armor reflected a somber, cold light as he charged forward. His eyes beneath the lion-headed helmet were bloodshot, and the black gold spear in his hand, which had been soaked in the blood of his enemies, was held level like iron. With the momentum of his charge, he cleaved through the mountains and split rocks with the force of a mountain splitter!

Before the spear even arrived, the bloody killing intent and unparalleled power forged in the brutal battlefield had already enveloped everything.

"Yuchi Wei unleashes his spear!"

Effect 1: Unyielding Courage, increases attack power by 4 when activated.

Effect 2: Holding a spear, increases attack power by 3 when activated.

Effect 3: Immense Strength. When the opponent is using light weapons, it suppresses the opponent's strength by 1 to 5 points.

Current attack power +7, rising to 131, suppressing Huli Changsheng by 1 point of attack power.

Faced with this devastating attack, Huli Changsheng finally took the incoming enemy seriously for the first time.

However, what flashed in his eyes was not solemnity, but a hint of indifferent contempt.

He didn't even stop the Snow Jade Qilin Beast; just as the black gold spear was about to strike, he seemingly casually flipped and raised his right wrist holding the spear!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar, far louder than any previous collision, erupted! It was as if two iron mountains had collided! The tip of the Silver Moon Snowscale Spear struck the side of the Black Gold Spear with unparalleled precision.

The sparks didn't just splash out; they erupted like fireworks exploding!

Yu Chiwei's expression changed drastically! He felt as if he had struck not a spear, but a moving mountain encased in millennia-old ice!

An indescribable, immense force, mixed with a bone-chilling cold, surged wildly along the shaft of the spear.

His arms trembled violently, his bulging muscles tensed to their limit, yet he still couldn't stop shaking. A sharp pain shot through his tiger's mouth, his skin tearing open, and warm blood immediately gushed out, meandering down the shaft of the spear, dripping onto the ground and instantly congealing into tiny blood droplets.

What horrified him even more was that the indestructible black gold spear in his hand, which had accompanied him in battle for many years, suddenly emitted a hum that could not bear the weight, and the spear visibly bent for a moment!

"Hulü Changsheng Mad God activated"

Mad God: Sacred Technique

The Mad God wields his spear to subdue the eight wastelands; with a single strike, he shatters the formation and settles the chaos.

The spear, sharp and fierce, terrifies the enemy; its roar gathers divine might to protect the universe.

They fought bloody battles to quell the flames of war, and swept away the enemy to pacify all directions.

Unparalleled in the world, inheriting the destiny of martial prowess; a mad dragon, unmatched in the world, forging glory.

Unparalleled in the world, a raging dragon that reigns supreme—this skill is unique to Huli Changsheng, derived from the fusion of the Heavenly Martial skill and the Raging Dragon skill.

Effect 1: Martial Might. When fighting, as your own fighting spirit increases, your martial prowess increases by 5. This effect can be activated up to 3 times. When your fighting spirit reaches its peak, all effects can be activated. Each activation suppresses the opponent's martial prowess by 1 point.

Effect Two: With the body of a raging dragon, one is immune to all magic. When fighting, one is immune to the negative suppression effects of the opponent.

Effect 3: Overwhelming Might. When charging into battle, it reduces the enemy's morale to a certain extent. After killing more than 3 enemy generals or more than 300 enemy soldiers, it reduces the attack power of all enemy generals by 1 point.

Effect 4: Divine Descent - One's skills cannot be sealed by opponents with lower base attack power.

Effect 5: The Suppression of the Mad God - In battle, suppresses the opponent's strength by 1-5 points.

"Currently, the Martial Might God is +15, rising to 137. Immune to negative effects, and suppresses Yuchi Wei's Martial Might by 3 points."

"Yuchi Wei's martial prowess has decreased to 128."

The gap is enormous, an insurmountable gap!

It's not just about power, but also about the chilling aura and a higher level of suppressive force contained in the spearhead that seems to freeze the soul!

Having suffered a setback, Yuchi Wei's old strength was exhausted, and no new strength had yet been generated. Huli Changsheng, however, showed no hesitation. His Snow Jade Qilin Beast, as if guided by a spirit, leaped forward, instantly closing the distance.

Using the recoil from the parry, the Silver Moon Snowscale Spear drew a cold arc and swept horizontally!

Yuchi Wei barely managed to parry with his spear.

"Bang!"

The gun slammed heavily against the shaft, the immense force sending a shockwave through Yuchi Wei's chest. His blood surged violently, a metallic taste filled his throat, and he forced back a mouthful of blood.

The chill emanating from the spear as it swept past caused a layer of distinct white frost to instantly form on the surface of his thick, black gold armor, making his joints stiff and sluggish.

The ensuing encounters were completely one-sided and overwhelming.

Yuchi Wei exerted all his strength, displaying his lifelong spear skills to the fullest, smashing, thrusting, sweeping, and parrying, but he was restrained at every turn and his weaknesses were exposed in the face of Huli Changsheng's seemingly simple yet powerful and subtle spear techniques.

The wind from the gun not only left deep marks and frost on his armor, but the pervasive chill also gradually eroded his strength and meridians, making his limbs increasingly heavy and cold.

In just over ten rounds, Yuchi Wei was drenched in sweat, his breathing was heavy like a bellows, and every time he swung his spear, he felt as if his arm weighed a thousand pounds.

His heart turned cold. He knew that he had encountered the most terrifying opponent he had ever faced in his life. If the battle continued, he would be defeated in no more than ten rounds. Not only would he be unable to stop the enemy, but he and his dozens of elite dragon riders would also perish here, and the morale of the army would be completely shaken.

In a flash, he steeled his resolve, a resolute yet restrained glint in his eyes.

He roared and thrust his spear with all his might straight at the chest and abdomen of the divine steed beneath Hulü Changsheng, forcing it to turn back to defend. At the same time, he pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse reared up and turned sharply backward.

As expected, Hulü Changsheng slowed his spear thrust to protect his beloved horse. He glanced at Yuchi Wei, who was about to turn his horse and ride away, and a cold, disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He actually didn't pursue them, seemingly believing that killing such "slightly stronger ants" wasn't urgent, or perhaps he was confident in his own absolute strength and thought that Yuchi Wei was no longer a threat.

He didn't even glance at the Dragon Cavalry soldiers who were slightly hesitant because their commander had suffered a setback. His gaze was once again fixed on the core formation of the Xia army, where the banners were more densely packed, deeper in front of him.

Silver armor swirled, and the spear's gleam intensified! Huli Changsheng once again transformed into a reaper breaking through the formation, continuing his mad charge into the depths of the Great Xia army's ranks.

The Silver Moon Snow Scale Spear seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, sniping out military academy students who were trying to organize a defensive line;

At times, his attacks were like an avalanche, the shadows of gunfire covering an area, wiping out any soldiers who dared to advance. Wherever he went, he left behind not only corpses, but also a path of death covered in frost and despair.

The breach on the right flank of the Xia army was being torn wider and wider, and more and more Dongyi soldiers poured in, bringing the entire defensive line to the brink of collapse.

Qin Lin, who was directing the overall situation from the front lines, took in all of this.

Watching Yuchi Wei retreat in defeat, seeing that silver figure move as if it were nothing, and seeing his men fall one after another, his heart ached, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

As the commander-in-chief, he knew that if he could not stop this scoundrel, not only would he not be able to hold the ferry, but all 50,000 elite imperial guards would probably be wiped out!

"Commander! No!" The guard beside him saw his intention and exclaimed in alarm.

Qin Lin seemed not to hear. He suddenly reined in his warhorse, took a deep breath of the air thick with the smell of blood, and reached for his waist, gripping the pair of imperial golden maces tightly.

The mace was icy cold, yet it seemed to suppress the anxiety and grief in his heart.

His gaze was fixed on the arrogant silver-clad enemy general in the distance, and a fierce and resolute spirit burst forth from his chest.