Summoning from Another World: A Grand Ambition

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As if struck by a heavy blow, Huli Changsheng and his horse were shaken back five steps in a row!

Each step left a deep hoofprint on the ground, with frost-covered edges and a charred center!

His chest heaved violently, and his throat bobbed several times before he managed to swallow the surging blood that had risen to his lips, but a streak of bright red blood had already spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His arms, gripping the gun, trembled uncontrollably; blood gushed from the split between his thumb and forefinger. A clear crack, left by the blast of wind from the exploding halberd, was visible on the shoulder of his silver armor.

The flesh inside was rolled up, and the blood that seeped out was quickly frozen by the residual cold air, but melted by the scorching blood and qi inside the body, making it look particularly ferocious.

Fifty rounds have passed!

The scales of victory have visibly tipped before the horrified eyes of countless spectators!

Hulü Changsheng's aura was heavy and rough, like a broken bellows. The movement of the Silver Moon Snow Scale Spear was no longer as agile and swift as before, but rather heavy and sluggish.

He had several wounds on his body, some deep and some shallow, all of which left behind a burning pain that was hard to dispel. The pain was tearing at his body with the rampant cold energy, making his muscles ache and his internal organs feel like they were being tortured repeatedly in ice and fire. The wounds left by Huangfu Tianyang had started to flare up.

Our combat capabilities are declining irreversibly.

On the other side, Xuan Yuan Tian Shang's black battle robe was stained with dust and a few ice crystals, but there were no obvious wounds.

He remained firmly seated on his steed, Embracing the Moon, his breath deep and steady. Youth was his greatest asset. His eyes were as cold as an ancient, icy pool, but at the bottom of that pool burned a fire of revenge powerful enough to consume everything.

His halberd skills, on the contrary, became more refined and precise as the battle continued. Each halberd strike seemed to have been tempered a thousand times, directly targeting the flaws in the connection of Huli Changsheng's moves as his strength waned. He suppressed, dismantled, and forced his opponent's storm-like offensive into a corner bit by bit.

Seeing his opponent's increasingly disheveled and panting figure, Xuan Yuan Tian Shang finally spoke again. His voice was not loud, but it carried a metallic, cold quality, clearly penetrating the sound of clashing weapons and reaching Hu Li Chang Sheng's ears:

"Hulü Changsheng is exhausted. The fiercest general of the Eastern Barbarians? Nothing more than that. If you lay down your spear and dismount now, and offer your neck for execution, I... might grant you a dignified corpse."

"You ignorant brat! How dare you insult me?!"

"Decent"?

"Bestow"?

These words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing into the proud heart of Hulü Changsheng! The extreme humiliation ignited the last vestiges of madness and ferocity within him!

All considerations, injuries, and stamina were thrown to the winds at this moment! His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his aura, instead of weakening, surged wildly again with a reckless attitude!

"You forced me to do this! Xuan Tian! Open!!!"

"You brat, prepare to die!"

The Silver Moon Snowscale Spear seemed to come alive in his hands. As it danced, it was no longer just a simple cold glint, but evolved into countless spear shadows, like thousands of new moons falling, or like a blizzard sweeping across the north!

The icy mist spread with the force of the spears, turning the core area of ​​the battle between the two into a moving, snowy wasteland.

The spear thrust out like a venomous dragon probing the sea. The chilling energy condensed at the spear tip was highly compressed, forming a crystal-clear ice blade about an inch long. It cut through the air silently, yet was extremely vicious, aiming specifically at the gaps in Xuan Yuan Tian Shang's armor and vital joints, striving to kill him with a single blow.

The spear sweep was like the shattering of ice. The horizontal sweep of the spear was not just pure force, but also stirred up layers of spreading circular cold waves. Wherever it passed, the ground frosted and the air froze, intending to slow down and freeze Xuan Yuan Tian Shang's movements and disrupt his rhythm of man and horse as one.

With a thrust like an inverted iceberg, seizing the fleeting opportunity, the silver spear violently thrust upwards with immense force, aiming directly at the shaft of the Golden Phoenix World-Burning Halberd, attempting to use the sharpness and skill of the divine spear to knock away this weapon that made his heart tremble.

Each move embodies his lifelong understanding of battle and slaughter, bringing the Silver Moon Snowscale Spear's "extreme cold," "sharpness," and "armor-piercing" characteristics to new heights. The spear's momentum is continuous, ruthless, and cunning, fully demonstrating the peak combat power and fierce nature of the grassland's number one warrior.

Faced with this fierce attack that was like a storm, freezing the heavens and earth, Xuan Yuan Tian Shang's eyes became even calmer and sharper.

He was like a walking volcano, with cold rocks on the outside but molten lava surging inside, enough to incinerate everything.

The Golden Phoenix World-Burning Halberd in his hand was wielded with a halberd technique that transcended the ordinary. When it was fierce, it was like a god wielding a hammer; when it was agile, it was like a phoenix dancing.

With his halberd as imposing as an insurmountable barrier, he neither dodged nor evaded the ice blade aimed straight at his heart. The golden halberd held horizontally, and the dark golden flames flowing on its blade suddenly rose up, colliding fiercely with the ice blade.

With a piercing sound, the ice blade was instantly vaporized by the high temperature, and most of the flames were also neutralized by the cold air, leaving only the rising white mist and the flying sparks and ice shards.

The halberd, like a shooting star, instantly shifted from defense to offense in the moment of parrying. A condensed golden-red halberd beam pierced through the still-lingering spear shadows and cold mist, precisely stabbing towards the gap under Hulü Changsheng's right shoulder armpit, which was slightly sluggish due to exertion. It was as fast as lightning.

The halberd spun like a wheel of fire. When Huli Changsheng tried to slow him down with the cold wave, the golden halberd spun rapidly in his hand, bringing with it a blazing storm of flames that dispelled and evaporated the incoming cold air. The scorching heat wave forced Huli Changsheng to control his horse and temporarily avoid the attack.

With a swift, sweeping motion, seizing the opening where his opponent dodged, the halberd tip traced a stunning arc from bottom to top, aiming directly for Hulü Changsheng's chin or wrist. The golden flames leaping from the halberd tip emitted terrifying heat.

The cold, divine spear in Hulü Changsheng's hand made him feel uncomfortable, and he dared not let it touch him easily.

The two divine steeds were also exceptionally intelligent. The Snow Jade Qilin kept exhaling cold breath, and frost spread when its four hooves touched the ground. Occasionally, it would kick with its front hooves or charge sideways, trying to disrupt the Moon Embracing Black Steed's pace.

The Moon-Embracing Black Steed, on the other hand, displays a completely different composure and strength. Its gait is firm, and it can always skillfully neutralize or withstand the interference of its opponents.

Its jet-black body, like a reef on the battlefield where ice and fire intertwine, always "bites" tightly onto the Snow Jade Kirin Beast's movement trajectory, providing the most stable platform for its master to exert force.

The muffled thud of horses' hooves, the explosive clang of clashing weapons, the crackling of flames, and the soft rustling of ice forming intertwined to create a war song of death and destruction that resounded throughout the entire riverside battlefield.

Thirty rounds have passed in the blink of an eye!

Two figures crisscrossed, collided, separated, and then collided again at high speed within an area of ​​several dozen feet!

The clanging of metal was almost constant, each impact unleashing a dazzling golden-red light and a chilling blue mist, illuminating the area in a bizarre and fantastical way.

The fierce energy continuously emanated outwards, carving out furrows and stirring up clouds of dust and grass. Ordinary soldiers dared not approach even a fraction of a second, and could only see from afar the two figures fighting like gods and demons in the center of the light.

Huli Changsheng grew increasingly alarmed with each battle!

He discovered that his most prized weapons, the fierce attacks and icy corrosives that were supposed to wear down most opponents, seemed to have little effect on his opponent.

Xuanyuan Tianshang was not only incredibly strong and possessed exquisite halberd skills, but his stamina and control over the rhythm of battle were also unbelievable.

Even after the fierce battle, the opponent's breathing remained long and steady, his eyes as sharp as ever, and his halberd technique became increasingly fluid and natural as the battle continued, with seamless transitions between offense and defense and very few openings.

On the other hand, while the Silver Moon Snowscale Spear was indeed extraordinary, the prolonged use of its full power to unleash its chilling energy and immense strength placed a tremendous burden on him.

What's more troublesome is that a portion of the intense, scorching energy emanating from the Golden Phoenix World-Burning Halberd is transmitted through the spear shaft during each clash.

The intense conflict with the cold-attribute spiritual power he cultivated caused his blood and qi to churn, and his internal organs to feel a burning pain and icy coldness.

My physical strength is waning at an unexpected rate.