Chapter 78
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Chapter 78: This King Has Good Taste
Had it been any other weapon, the Seventh Prince and his unmatched warhorse would have already escaped the attack range. However, Zhang Yang’s Thousand Wolves Pillar was different.
At ten meters long, combined with his arm span, its coverage was immense.
The Seventh Prince was still in danger, as even the unmatched warhorse was caught within the strike’s range.
In that critical moment, the unmatched warhorse performed an astonishing feat. Bursting forth with radiant light like blooming fireworks, it impossibly leaped forward seven to eight meters, narrowly evading the attack.
“Bloodline Power!”
Zhang Yang heard Xue Feishuang’s voice beside him.
This warhorse clearly had a remarkable lineage. Yet, the Ancient Divine Bull also roared in defiance and lunged forward.
Zhang Yang stepped over and mounted it perfectly.
The Ironback Blue Bull, with its Inherited Strength of the Divine Cow and its solid foundation, was already extraordinary. Otherwise, Zhang Yang would not have chosen to ride it into battle, preferring instead to rely on One Step of Mountains and Rivers.
Light sparkled around the unmatched warhorse.
Blue light danced around the Ironback Blue Bull.
One ahead, one behind, they swiftly moved apart in an instant.
Meanwhile, Xue Feishuang, Yuluan, and the others remained fully focused on surrounding the Demon Sword Guards, determined to bury all ten of them here.
The clash between the bull and the horse marked their third encounter, but this time, with their respective riders, it was different.
The previous two battles had ended in a draw, but now Zhang Yang clearly held the upper hand—especially with the Thousand Wolves Pillar’s ability to attack from a distance, leaving the Seventh Prince on the defensive.
The Seventh Prince continuously retaliated with his glowing sword, but each time, his arm went numb from the impact, his blood surged, and his insides churned uncomfortably.
After six consecutive strikes, the Seventh Prince could endure no more and spat out blood again.
After ten consecutive strikes, not only was the Seventh Prince bleeding from his mouth and nose, but the terrible force had even transmitted through him to the unmatched warhorse, making it shudder and causing the ground beneath its hooves to crack.
At that moment of pause, the Ironback Blue Bull charged forward, roaring and unleashing a bluish beam of light directly at the warhorse.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yang leaped fiercely from the bull’s back and swung the Thousand Wolves Pillar in a powerful strike.
The Seventh Prince turned back and roared, "I swear I will personally kill you!"
With his left hand, he grasped an unknown object and crushed it with a sharp snap.
A cloud of white mist enveloped both him and the warhorse.
Swish—
They vanished into thin air.
Zhang Yang’s Thousand Wolves Pillar halted less than half a meter from its target as he looked around in frustration.
“No need to search. The Seventh Prince used an ancient teleportation array and has already left the Vast Forest,” Xue Feishuang said as she caught up to him.
The others followed behind.
All ten Demon Sword Guards had been slain.
“Ancient teleportation array?” Zhang Yang frowned.
“Yes, something left behind from before Eternal Night. Exceedingly rare. If he targeted the Daxia Imperial Capital, he might already be there,” Xue Feishuang explained.
Zhang Yang’s mouth twitched. How could he kill the Seventh Prince now? His killing intent still burned as he declared, "Since the Demon Slayer Team leader has fled, let’s wipe out his entire Demon Slayer Team!"
They launched another attack.
The outcome of the battle was already clear.
The involvement of the Small Tree King had turned the Demon Slayer Team’s enormous advantage of a hundred thousand troops into a devastating defeat.
Outside the main battlefield, great experts clashed fiercely. With Bing Yuyan wielding the Ice Spirit Holy Sword, they not only narrowed the gap with the Great Boundless experts but created miracles, overpowering a war statue at the Great Boundless rank against other realms.
As a result, this battle did not merely end in defeat for the Demon Slayer Team—it was a complete and utter disaster.
Ultimately, from an army of over one hundred thousand, plus the reinforcements brought by Lu Fang, Qiu Lingshui, and others totaling eleven thousand, only seven thousand managed to escape.
Among the vast army, the Small Tree King alone controlled the plants and trees to slaughter seventy to eighty thousand, becoming an unstoppable killing machine.
The most exhilarating moment came when Bing Yuyan unleashed her ultimate move with the Ice Spirit Holy Sword, annihilating the Demon Slayer Team’s Great Boundless experts. Four fell in a single stroke, bringing the total number of Great Boundless experts killed to seven, including those already slain.
This battle was destined to shock the entire Southern Region.
From its emergence, the Demon Slayer Team had spread fear across the Southern Region with overwhelming force and brutal tactics.
When the headquarters of the Divine Forbidden Gate was destroyed, it brought bloodshed, brutality, and terror to the people of the Southern Region.
Now, this battle had nearly crippled the Demon Slayer Team, while the Vast Forest’s power forced its way into the eyes of all in the Southern Region, stepping over the corpses of the Demon Slayer Team.
Zhang Yang’s name stirred waves of excitement.
The reappearance of the most beautiful person in the Southern Region five hundred years ago had also caused a huge uproar.
There had been numerous tales after that.
However, amid their joy, the people of the Vast Forest felt a lingering sense of oppression.
Their losses had been considerable.
Out of eight thousand Ironback Blue Bull troops, only three thousand remained, suffering over fifty percent casualties.
Of the twelve hundred purple-eyed spirit birds, only eight hundred survived. They had lost four hundred, largely due to the restrictive environment of the Vast Forest, which limited flight and prevented them from fully utilizing their aerial advantage. It was only thanks to this that their losses were not even greater.
Among the five hundred members of the Wolf King Guard Squad, only one hundred seventy remained, having lost two-thirds of their number.
Out of seventy-one Snow Guards, sixty-five survived. They had lost six, and nearly everyone else was heavily injured. This was primarily due to Ling Yue and Xu Li’s desperate rescue efforts. These two disciples had begun to display remarkable strength, though they still required more time to grow.
Of the one hundred twenty-five Ice and Snow Divine Guards, one hundred five survived, losing twenty. Thanks to their unique battle formations, their overall strength had truly stood out.
Out of nine hundred golden apes, five hundred remained, nearly half having been lost.
Among thirty-seven small Boundless statues, one was lost, along with four Opening the Sky rank statues, leaving thirty-two remaining.
Other casualties came from Howling Wolf Palace and the Divine Forbidden Gate as well.
Although their losses could not compare to those suffered by the Demon Slayer Team, their own forces had always been limited in number, and these losses severely weakened them.
What weighed even heavier on Zhang Yang’s mind was the memory of how the Demon Sword Forbidden Area had deployed only ten Demon Sword Guards, yet their combat strength had been enough to contend with Vast Forest’s most elite forces. Even though all ten had ultimately been destroyed, it exposed the vast gap in both talent and numbers.
Moreover, Zhang Yang knew that the enemies they would face in the future would only grow stronger.
So that very day, Zhang Yang went to find the Small Tree King.
The drowsy Small Tree King was awakened by a punch from Zhang Yang.
The Small Tree King immediately became furious and tried to hit him, but Zhang Yang slammed the Thousand Wolves Pillar into the ground, shaking the earth. The Small Tree King changed his attitude at once, laughing and saying, “Look at us, aren’t we harmonious? Life should be calm. It’s not all about war. There’s also poetry and distant horizons, right? Let’s talk this through nicely.”
“I want you to reveal all your legacies and resources,” Zhang Yang demanded.
“What! That’s impossible!” the Small Tree King shouted angrily.
Bang!
Zhang Yang slammed the Thousand Wolves Pillar into the ground again, making the Small Tree King sway.
“Are you going to comply?”
Zhang Yang asked again.
The Small Tree King muttered incoherently.
Bing Yuyan chimed in, “He’s cursing you in an ancient language.”
Zhang Yang raised the Thousand Wolves Pillar, preparing to strike.
“I’ll tell you!!!” the Small Tree King screamed.
Then, in front of an astonished Li Kunhai, Shang Zhu, and the others from the Vast Forest, the Small Tree King rapidly revealed over thirty locations rich with opportunities and resources.
Zhang Yang responded coldly, “Continue.”
The Small Tree King glanced at him, saw his stern expression, and muttered, “How do you know there are more?”
So, he added eight more places.
Zhang Yang snorted.
The Small Tree King added four more.
Zhang Yang snorted again.
Finally, the Small Tree King named two more and snapped, “I already told you, you brat! How do you know I’m holding back?”
Zhang Yang rubbed his nose. “I don’t know. It’s just a little itchy.”
The Small Tree King, infuriated, wanted to strike him, but upon seeing the Thousand Wolves Pillar, he gave up with a sigh and said, “This King appreciates good taste, I won’t argue with you.”
