The scouts wandering on the periphery began to wander far away, their responsibility was not to participate in the battle, but to monitor the movement of the entire battlefield.

  Wei Ran's expression was cold and stern, his lips tightly pursed. The enemy numbered around two hundred, exuding a fierce aura as they charged straight at them. Wei Ran stood up straight, like a sharp and straight spear, floating quietly in the air, with the sound of the soldiers below shouting hoarsely in his ears.

  "Everyone cheer up! Watch your position!"

  "You're all trash in front of me! Wipe them out! Wipe them all out!"

  "Don't think about anything else for now. Where I go, you follow! Whoever falls behind, watch how I'll deal with them!"

  "Go by your usual training!"

  ……

  The Qu Wei's were making their final pre-war mobilization, with mostly a group of rookies under them. Although they had good individual strength, in this highly demanding tactical system, coordination was the key factor that determined victory or defeat.

  Either rough, or solemn, or easy battle mobilization drills into Wei Ran's ears, he involuntarily becomes hot all over his body, and he doesn't notice that his eyes have unknowingly added a touch of redness.

  It's really exciting!

  Staring at each other getting closer and closer, Wei Ran raised his right hand again, and all the noise disappeared. One hundred and twenty-two cultivators, silent as a crow, the entire team, like a giant bowstring stretched to its limit, every nerve strained to the extreme. Especially the cultivators in the front row, their spiritual power surged, their momentum constantly rising, but their feet were nailed to the ground like nails.

  Wei Chengbin involuntarily held his breath, and his mind went blank.

  He had never experienced such a shocking battle, this silent and eerie atmosphere was like an invisible rope, entwining him, tightening around his throat, making him feel suffocated. He opened his mouth wide, panting heavily. His eyes were wide with fear, subconsciously staring at the raised right hand of the leading cultivator, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, unsure whether it was fear or excitement.

  Wei Ran gazed coldly at the enemy as they entered attack range, his raised right hand chopping down swiftly.

  "Kill!"

  Bang!

  The air burst with a crisp sound, like the crack of a whip. The twenty cultivators in the front row suddenly lost control of their surging spiritual energy, and the sound of the explosion echoed through the air!

  Twenty figures suddenly disappeared into thin air.

  Bang!

  Another deafening explosion!

  Twenty-two cultivators of the Two Songs also vanished into thin air.

  Bang!

  Three songs follow closely!

  Signature three-wave dash kill!

  Each small team is topped with a giant sword tip that is twenty feet long, this is the combined force of three cultivators! The Three Talents Formation must reach a certain level to exert this kind of gathering spirit strike.

  The giant sword ripped through the air, emitting a deafening whistling sound that captivated people's hearts. On the entire battlefield, other swordsmen's techniques paled in comparison.

  A single sword in front of a giant sword is as weak as chopsticks, and will break with one snap.

  As fast as lightning!

  One move, six small teams, like six big scimitars, cut into the enemy's mid-road with a heavy blow.

  Blood rain fills the sky!

  In the enemy's formation, six deep bloodstains appeared, wherever they passed, as long as they were slightly stained, either their hands and feet were cut off or they were cut in half at the waist! Withering and crumbling, instantly piercing through the enemy array.

  The enemy leader's eyes widened in rage: "Get them! They're running out of strength..."

  The sound had just reached halfway when a giant sword's mournful howl, like a night ghost wailing, suddenly rose again!

  Two songs kill!

  Six Great Swords of Light, at a slight angle from the right side, slash into the enemy formation.

  Pffft!

  A series of shocking and thrilling sounds of dismemberment, six giant sword edges, plowing out six wide blood grooves, the wails of agony unceasing.

  Three strokes with opposite angles, slanting in from another direction!

  Just as the second curve had just finished piercing through the enemy formation, the third curve happened to cut into the center of the enemy formation.

  Wei Ran tightly pursed his lips, and the three-section wave-style charge showed its power! The enemy's courage was taken away, their morale fell to a low point, and they had no will to fight. Next, what he needed to do was to put on the last straw that would crush the camel.

  Four notes, five notes, advance with the momentum!

  The enemy, whose will had long been broken, seeing the four and five encirclements pressing in, were all thrown into a panic. In an instant, their disorganized formation collapsed with a loud crash, and they fled in all directions!

  Until then, Wei Ran's tense body relaxed, and the situation was settled.

  The three-section wave-style charge is sharp and unmatched, but it's not without weaknesses. Its biggest weakness is that the follow-up force is insufficient, if the enemy withstands the first few rounds of charging, they will be in danger.

  The mighty sword's power is unstoppable, but the consumption of spiritual energy is also quite terrifying. Charging forward with a surge of spiritual energy isn't just for show.

  Wei let out a sigh of relief, this battle was much smoother than he had imagined. At this point, the suspense was already gone, and all that could be seen were the various teams being commanded by each of the small team leaders, constantly interweaving and cutting off, wherever there were slightly more people, they would immediately pounce like sharks smelling blood.

  The formidable enemy, seeing this, no longer dared to hesitate in the slightest, and turned around to flee for their lives.

  Wei Ran hastily ordered not to pursue, their mission was to arrive at the camp safely, not to kill the enemy. However, when he noticed some scattered practitioners who were always watching from a distance, he guessed that they should be scouts of other forces.

  But this battle should be able to intimidate many people, he thought to himself.

  Soon, all the enemies had fled, and Wei Ran ordered some cultivators to go down and collect the spoils of war. The remaining people then descended and set up camp to rest and recover. The cultivators who had just experienced battle still had a lingering excitement on their faces, but they still completed the order with precision.

  All the veterans also let out a sigh of relief. Such battles were just a piece of cake for them, but the new recruits under their command still made them worry. Fortunately, nothing major happened, but there were still many problems exposed during the battle.

  There were several teams that wielded giant swords, but their performance was far below their usual standards. They barely managed to pierce through the opposing team's formation. If they couldn't pierce through, they would be trapped in the enemy's formation and torn to shreds by the swarming enemies in an instant. These cuirassiers were also left with a lingering fear.

  Wei Ran did not intervene in Qu Wei's scolding of the cultivator who had just made a mistake. He silently patrolled the camp.

  After a while, the cultivators who had finished collecting flew back. These spoils of war would be handed over to the deputy chief, and after returning, they would be submitted to Xiaoniang, and then rewards would be given according to their merits.

  Wei Chengbin was stunned, the battle ended so quickly, far beyond his imagination. When he heard those Qu Wei's yelling at their subordinates, he couldn't believe it, wasn't this enough? Such a neat and efficient battle, such fierce subordinates, why still yell?

  He's not good at fighting, but that doesn't mean he can't see anything. He can roughly tell how strong a team is. In his opinion, this completely strange and unique team is the strongest team he has ever seen, without exception.

  They're too harsh, aren't they? Wei Chengbin couldn't quite understand.

  This victory also greatly encouraged the monks who were being escorted, and their expectations for where they were going to go multiplied. In the chaotic Xiaoshan boundary, military power was the most powerful guarantee of survival.

  Nansheng Town

  He Xiang looked at the fake smiling faces in front of him, his temples throbbing with pain. The negotiations were more difficult than he had expected, and it seemed that some kind of secret agreement had been reached among these forces, their stances surprisingly consistent. Even the few big shots who had previously been on good terms with him this time also went against their usual behavior, remaining silent.

  He knew these people just wanted to haggle, but for him who was eager to make a name for himself, the lower the price, the more it would demonstrate his ability. There were not just one or two people eyeing his position, he didn't want to give others an opportunity.

  He smiled quietly: "Everyone is tired today, let's take a rest. I've specially prepared a banquet, please honor me with your presence."

  Everyone exchanged knowing glances and stood up one after another, saying they were tired and wanted to rest.

  He Xiang didn't force the issue and smiled as he saw them out. When the last of the old men left, his face could no longer hide its gloom, dark as water.

  He thought he had to find a way to differentiate them. As he turned to leave, he happened to catch another elder's gaze with a hint of schadenfreude, making his mood even worse.

  "Has everyone's goal been determined?" Xie Shan asked, looking around at the crowd.

  Everyone nodded in unison.

  "Damn it, I've been watching him go to the toilet several times, what a bad omen."

  Everyone chuckled and to ensure a hit, everyone had stepped on the spot beforehand. The remaining ten targets were assigned to each person.

  "Let's get started in an hour." Xie Shan didn't waste any words either. These fifteen people, each with their own unique skills, although his cultivation was the highest, he didn't dare to put on airs. Fortunately, everyone's discipline was very strong, and they didn't need him to say much.

  Fifteen people quietly and silently dispersed and left.

  Lei Peng's goal was a guy who was good at alchemy. Although the small mountain boundary spirit material is scarce now, there are still some business stores with inventory, and this guy also found a good job because of this. So when he received the jade slip, he weighed it and decided to stay in his original workplace after all. After all, his boss treated him well, and the origin of the jade slip was unknown, so he didn't want to take the risk.

  For some reason, he had a feeling of trepidation today, as if something big was going to happen.

  This made him uneasy, and every time he had this feeling, nothing good would happen.

  Looked up at the sky, the cloud layer was very low, gloomy and oppressive.

  "What's the matter, Doctor? The master is calling you." The little servant boy rushed over in a hurry.

  "Oh, I'll go now." He gathered his thoughts and hurried off, guessing that there was another task assigned to him.

  He had just walked through the backyard when he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck, and everything went black before his eyes.

  Lei Peng picked him up with one hand and looked around, seeing that no one else was startled, he smiled silently and the person disappeared on the spot.

  But not everyone is as lucky as him, such as Yan Lü.

  Nian Lu looked at his target with some anxiety, a female cultivator who was good at raising spiritual beasts, as she instructed other people on how to feed the spiritual beasts. These disciples were extremely respectful and listened carefully.

  It's time to get hands-on!

  Watching the target for a moment, he absolutely wouldn't leave, Yan Lü gritted his teeth and decided to take action directly.

  He appeared like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind the female cultivator, swinging his palm lightly and cutting it off. With one hand, he lifted her up and put her on his back, and the unconscious female cultivator was already on his back.

  The action is clean and efficient, without any dragging or hesitation.

  It wasn't until he vanished from the doorway that the group of disciples came back to their senses, screaming in terror as they clutched at their throats.

  The guards of the merchant's mansion were immediately alarmed and rushed out from the courtyard.

  The same scene was reenacted in different places of Nansheng Town at the same time.

  Nan Sheng Town was suddenly thrown into chaos!