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Chapter 243: Tian Luo He Yiming
🕑 Added 2025-06-21 20:55:16 +0000 UTCAll Novels || Martial God
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These horses were a Northwest specialty, with long, slender limbs, small hairs on their hooves, and sparse manes, making them agile and swift. They were completely different from the large-boned, high-headed horses used by fully armored heavy knights.
But even such horses, when galloping at full speed, and ridden by these well-trained knights, immediately shattered the courage in everyone's hearts with the momentum they created.
Everyone in front of the carriages turned pale, but at this moment, everyone knew that they had nowhere left to retreat.
On this vast plain, their mounts simply couldn't outrun these fast horses.
"Kill! Kill one to break even, kill two to earn one!"
With bloodshot eyes, Xu Su roared. He crouched low, adopting a charging stance, facing the knights who charged with thunderous momentum. His face was filled with a wild gleam.
The men behind him, whether the trembling, leg-shaking youth still supporting the old cook, or the blood-mouthed, ghostly-grim strong man, all crouched low, extending their weapons forward.
They knew that even hiding behind the carriages, they absolutely could not escape the cavalry's pursuit. Since that was the case, they might as well fight...
However, at this very moment, their ears heard a clear, joyful laughter.
This voice came from the unfamiliar young man among them.
When this army disguised as horse bandits first arrived, they thought this person was an inside informant for them. But when He Yiming was the first to step forward, leaving the makeshift carriage and standing at the very front of the crowd, they immediately dispelled that doubt and were utterly impressed by his courage.
However, when He Yiming let out a loud laugh at this moment, everyone was simultaneously stunned, and the first thought that came to their minds was that this person had gone mad with fear...
The cavalry's speed was extremely fast; a mere hundred meters was covered in just a few breaths.
The leading knight let out a roar, his scimitar raised high, leaving a blur in the air.
When they saw this saber shadow, which seemed to appear out of thin air, everyone, including Xu Su, felt a tremor in their hearts.
This person was actually a peak Acquired Stage expert at the Tenth Level of Inner Strength.
At this point, even those who had already resigned themselves to death felt a wave of despondency.
They seemed to see the comparison of strength between the two nations through this person.
Tianluo Country, with its four counties, was considered one of the best among neighboring countries. They were like an Inner Energy eight-level cultivator, respected wherever they went.
However, their neighbor, Kairong Country, was a behemoth, like a peak Acquired Stage expert at the Tenth Level of Inner Strength. In front of them, Tianluo Country had never had a chance or room to resist from beginning to end.
The saber light flashed, and it was about to strike He Yiming, who was in the lead.
However, at this moment, everyone's eyes widened abruptly.
They stared dumbfounded at everything unfolding before their eyes. This scene was like the most beautiful painting in the world, deeply etched in their hearts. Even decades later, when telling stories to their grandchildren, this scene would be vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday.
He Yiming extended his hand. His movement wasn't fast, but he simply extended it in a plain, straightforward manner.
Then, the saber light, like a shooting star from outside the heavens, disappeared. The sharp saber shadow vanished. The blade of the saber was firmly gripped by He Yiming's three fingers.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Both friend and foe seemed to hold their breath at this moment, their mouths agape, gasping like fish out of water, their hearts pounding violently, as if they could hear no other sound.
No one dared to believe their eyes; they all thought they were hallucinating due to the immense pressure they couldn't bear.
The leading knight's eyes suddenly narrowed, filled with an inexpressible terror.
Others might not know, but he was painfully aware that the Vajra-like force coming from his palm made it almost impossible for him to hold on.
The horse beneath him was still galloping wildly, charging directly towards He Yiming.
However, the Tenth Level of Inner Strength knight on the horse was already scared out of his wits. He clearly saw the mocking smile on He Yiming's face.
His last thought was, who exactly had he encountered?
Just as that thought surfaced, a force beyond his wildest imagination suddenly surged forth.
This force instantly spread throughout his body, filling every cell.
Then, he flew backward like an inflated balloon.
As his body left the horse's back, the horse beneath him also stumbled and fell.
It crashed heavily into He Yiming's body, but to the horse's surprise, it seemed to have hit not an ordinary person, but a massive wall of bronze and iron.
The powerful impact instantly broke its bones and tendons, causing it to fall weakly to the ground, unable to get up again.
These knights, when charging, formed a wedge shape, and the tip of the wedge was none other than the Tenth Level of Inner Strength knight leader.
Once his body flew out, it immediately acted like a massive iron hammer, sending the knights behind him flying and tumbling.
Subsequently, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and with a thunderous roar, his body completely exploded, unable to contain the surging and powerful True Qi within him.
The scattered, exploding flesh and blood were like sharp short arrows, shooting in all directions.
Piercing screams erupted from the mouths of the hundred or so knights in the first wave of impact. Each person had at least dozens of massive wounds on their bodies.
The thin armor they wore was simply unable to withstand this level of impact.
The sky-filled blood rain contained a power beyond their comprehension, penetrating their protective thin armor, piercing through their bodies, and piercing through the swift horses beneath them.
In just that instant, the hundreds of charging cavalry, originally magnificent like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses, were utterly annihilated.
And what was even more incredible was that not a single piece of flesh and blood, like the most formidable hidden weapon in the world, was shot behind He Yiming.
It seemed that in front of him, there was an invisible transparent wall, intercepting everything in mid-air.
Xu Su and the others stared blankly ahead, their eyes vacant, like wooden figures at that moment.
Just when they thought they were doomed to die, a sudden, heaven-defying change occurred.
Before them, the once arrogant Kairong Country cavalry were now overturned, men and horses alike. More than a hundred elite knights, including a peak Acquired Stage expert at the Tenth Level of Inner Strength.
This powerful force, in front of this young man, was like a paper tiger, easily shattered.
The knights behind them cried out in alarm, desperately reining in their horses to a halt.
Their horsemanship was indeed superb, and the swift horses beneath them had undergone countless training and real battles. Even in such an unexpected situation, they managed to halt halfway.
However, the moment they stopped, He Yiming's face revealed a calm, yet in the eyes of these knights, devilish smile.
His figure suddenly vanished from its original spot; none of the hundreds of people from either side could see how he left.
And in the very next moment, he suddenly appeared among the group of knights.
Then, in everyone's eyes, there seemed to be a cloud, a mist.
The cloud mist that appeared out of nowhere quickly spread with He Yiming at its center, enveloping all the surviving knights in just an instant.
From within the cloud mist, heart-wrenching screams erupted, jolting everyone from their trance-like state.
They shook their heads, looking forward with terrified eyes.
Although He Yiming had saved their lives just a moment ago, in the eyes of these people, He Yiming was no different from the legendary devil.
Suddenly, the mist dissipated.
The more than one hundred panicked cavalry were now lying in a large heap on the ground.
There was no scene of blood and gore, and the surroundings did not seem to have undergone a fierce struggle. Aside from the traces of galloping horses, there was no sign of anything unusual.
It was as if these knights and the warhorses beneath them had peacefully fallen asleep here. However, they were not just sleeping; they had fallen into an eternal slumber from which they would never wake.
All of this felt like a dream, and Xu Su and the others still hadn't woken up from it.
No one saw what exactly happened. By the time their eyes could clearly see, it was all over. Their faces were blank, unable to make any other reaction.
He Yiming let out a long laugh, extended his hand, and pointed into the void. One person lying on the ground suddenly jumped up.
Just now, under He Yiming's True Qi suppression, his entire body was devoid of any strength. And when He Yiming dispelled the True Qi from his body, he immediately leaped up in terror.
His gaze swept across the two scenes: one was a horrific sight of blood and gore, while the other was eerily quiet, sending chills down one's spine.
This extreme contrast, even for a person with an iron will, as if forged from steel, was unbearable.
"Devil...devil, you are a devil!" The knight He Yiming had deliberately left alive opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging outwards due to extreme terror, like a goldfish's protruding eyes, looking exceptionally grotesque and terrifying.
"Devil?"
He Yiming sneered. His gaze swept across both scenes, devoid of any emotion, like a god looking down on ants on the ground.
"Your leader wanted to tear me apart by five horses, didn't he? I merely retaliated a little more severely."
That knight's Inner Energy cultivation was also at the peak of the eighth level, making him the second most powerful among the two hundred, only surpassed by the knight captain. However, at this moment, in front of He Yiming, he no longer possessed any trace of a master's demeanor. His body trembled, even more pitiful than the young boy who was supporting the old cook.
His eyes were filled with nothing but terror, and his firm will had completely collapsed under the tragic fate of his companions.
He Yiming smiled slightly, as if he had done nothing at all, and said, "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"
The man opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only his upper and lower teeth chattered, as if he had been scared out of his wits and couldn't even speak.
He Yiming's contemptuous gaze flickered over him, just as those cavalry had initially swept their equally contemptuous gazes over Xu Su and the others.
"Go back and tell your master: this... is my country!" He Yiming's voice gradually rose, like thunder from the nine heavens, directly exploding in everyone's ears and hearts: "From today onwards, Kairong Country's forces are not allowed to cross the national border one step. Otherwise, I will bloodbath Kairong Country's Masters Hall!"
His words were sonorous and powerful, like a clap of thunder from a clear sky, striking directly at the heart.
Xu Su and the others woke up as if from a dream. They all stared blankly at He Yiming, as if seeing him for the first time.
The knight was completely stunned. Although He Yiming had killed all his companions, which had vaguely made him guess that this person should be the legendary Innate Realm absolute expert.
However, when He Yiming spoke those words, his teeth stopped chattering. Because he was so astonished that his surprise even exceeded his fear of He Yiming.
"Who, who are you?" he asked woodenly, as if doubting whether he had misheard.
He Yiming's brows slightly lifted, his voice drifting far away, reaching across the entire plain, across the entire mountain range, across the entire Northwest...
"Tian Luo... He Yiming!"
"Eldest Brother, what do we do now?"
Around Xu Su, a group of people had re-gathered. These were the companions who had chosen to stand with him and share life and death.
Looking in the direction He Yiming had left, Xu Su's face was flushed.
Since his birth, he had always felt a slight inferiority when facing Kairong Country residents.
But when He Yiming's declaration echoed here, his heart surged like a tidal wave.
He turned his head, sweeping his gaze across the faces of all his brothers. Behind these men were even more people, all members of this caravan, and all merchants who usually traveled this route, doing business with Kairong Country.
At this moment, their faces were also unnaturally flushed, the result of overwhelming excitement.
Xu Su inhaled deeply, his voice never before so loud and filled with pride. At this moment, he was proud to be a Tianluo Country native.
When his gaze once again swept across the two starkly contrasting scenes on the ground, his eyes no longer held fear, but an indescribable sense of gratification.
Kairong Country, the nation that had ridden over them for nearly a thousand years.
At this moment, that towering image collapsed in his heart. He wanted to raise his head and let out a long cry, wanting to tell everyone he saw.
He was a Tian Luo person.
"Eldest Brother..."
Countless similarly excited shouts woke him. Xu Su's face showed a hint of determination. "Brothers, now we scatter. We must spread what we've seen and heard today throughout the entire country as quickly as possible. No, we must spread this matter throughout the entire Northwest as quickly as possible." His eyes sparkled, and his voice trembled and cracked: "I am a Tian Luo person."
Three days later, orders from the capital of Kairong Country swiftly reached the chaotic Tai'a County.
Innumerable bandit leaders and countless Kairong Country knights disguised as bandits received the same command. Regardless of their own thoughts, they all had to make the same choice.
Within just half a month, all Kairong Country personnel who had crossed the national border into Tianluo Country withdrew from the country at the fastest possible speed.
Although some had dissenting opinions and chose to stay, without exception, all who remained were no longer permitted to have any contact with Kairong Country.
Almost simultaneously, Kairong Country's contemporary Second Prince was conferred the title of Prince and departed the capital within a month for his fiefdom.
Anyone with a modicum of political acumen understood that from then on, this prince would lose the qualification to contend for Kairong Country's next king.
No one was interested in this prince, who left the capital almost as if in exile. And as everyone predicted, he vanished from Kairong Country's history, with no miraculous chance of a comeback.
As if by telepathy, after Kairong Country personnel completely withdrew from Tai'a County, Linlang Prefecture's Lin Family immediately dispatched a large number of attendants and retainers, cooperating with Tianluo Country's army, to launch a devastating attack and sweep against all bandits entrenched in Tai'a County.
Within just a few months, all bandit groups fled at the mere mention of their names. The bandit problem that had plagued Tianluo Country for over a hundred years seemed to disappear overnight.
Among them, those who had severed ties with Kairong Country but still remained in Tianluo Country were especially targeted. Wanted posters for them were plastered in every corner of Tianluo Country.
These people wanted to use their old trick of sneaking into Kairong Country for refuge, but they tragically discovered that what was once a haven for their escape had now revealed a terrifying face...
From then on, this County Town bordering the powerful nation of Kairong Country ended its centuries of tribulation.
Within the sphere of influence of Kairong Country, a traditional powerhouse in the Northwest, events unfolded rapidly, and the situation changed with breathtaking speed.
And He Yiming officially announced his own voice to the outside world.
His name spread like wildfire throughout Kairong Country's sphere of influence, and across all the Northwest Countries.
Even in the other two major powers, his name entered the sight of all those in power.
Tian Luo... He Yiming!
