Chapter 4 of the Romantic Continent: Heavenly Dragon Subduing Tiger

The fierce battle raged into the afternoon. The dead found some release, while the living were forced to continue the slaughter.

The parched fields were soaked in blood, and mangled limbs became fertilizer for the weeds. The living trampled over the corpses, burying another living soul. The relentless fighting had exhausted the warriors; they had neither eaten nor drunk, nor had the time to do so. At this point, only their will to fight remained.

Wu Xiong Yi and Xiu Luo's battle continued. Compared to the vast majority of soldiers who had slowed their movements, they remained unfazed, their breathing even. Their longswords and spears were stained with blood, not from any of them, but from the blood of the fighting warriors. The two men stared coldly at each other, their battle robes torn to varying degrees—gifts they had given each other. At this moment, they stood beneath the corpses of soldiers, for their mounts had died of exhaustion!

Ye Tianlong remained seated on his horse, standing atop the high platform where the magic cannon was positioned. Gazing at the fierce battle before him, a turbulent emotion surged within him.

Why must humanity be driven to such a life-or-death situation before remembering long-forgotten lessons? For the sake of profit, are so many lives trampled upon? For the sake of a vain ambition, is the happiness and safety of the people of the world disregarded, launching the most foolish and worthless war?

Yet, all of this unfolds in an unchanging, age-old cycle. And how can change this without resorting to war?

At this moment, apart from the Imperial Guard who remained to protect Ye Tianlong and his companions, several ladies, including Long Ling'er and Cynthia, had already joined the fray.

These women should not be underestimated. In this chaotic battle, Long Ling'er was like a soaring dragon, sweeping away enemy soldiers like waves crashing against the shore. Scattered limbs and spray of blood, like fireworks, filled the air with the stench of blood.

Led by Cynthia, several goddess warriors formed small groups, wielding their lightning javelins with incredible agility and speed, like a slaughtering machine, advancing and leaving behind a trail of enemy corpses.

Watching the legendary, beautiful goddess slaughter without mercy, the soldiers of the Chu Yue army fell to the lightning javelins before they could even think. The goddess warriors' beautiful and alluring figures flashed before their eyes, yet their memories remained frozen at that moment. Perhaps seeing such a sexy goddess warrior at the moment of death made their participation in this fundamentally flawed war worthwhile!

Yu Zhu, like a fleeting ghost, her ever-changing form already terrified the Chu Yue soldiers. Coupled with her dark sword's devastating sweeping and slashing attacks, who could remain unmoved in the face of such a sight?

With a single swing, dozens of soldiers were splattered with blood; one wave fell, and another surged forward! This also showed that the Chu Yue army was not easily defeated; at least, the army led by Wu Xiong Yi lived up to its reputation as Chu Yue's elite force. Seeing their commander fighting fiercely against the enemy, showing no fear or signs of defeat, even knowing it was suicide, how could they disobey orders and withdraw from this meaningless resistance?

Ning Su Nu, who had been observing the battle from Ye Tianlong's side, although ignorant of martial arts, had improved her magical skills through days of commanding the temple legions. Watching the warriors fight so fiercely, something seemed to touch her heart. Rather than risking their lives to defeat the enemy, it would be better to use a slightly more humane method to incapacitate them, capture them, and prevent this cruelty from continuing.

Having made up her mind, Ning Su Nu stood on the high platform, clasped her hands together, and then opened them towards the sky, chanting something. A ball of red and black light gradually rose between her palms.

As her chanting quickened, the ball of light grew larger and spun more rapidly, and the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by its rotation, showing signs of movement. The previously sunny weather suddenly turned into a thick layer of dark clouds, followed by a strong wind.

Ye Tianlong watched Ning Su Nu's actions without stopping her. On the contrary, he was deeply moved by the thought behind her actions. For a woman, if she were to become numb to killing and bloodshed over a long period of time, it would be a terrible thing. Long Ling'er, Yu Zhu, and Cynthia, their actions stemmed from their personalities, and were entirely aimed at helping Ye Tianlong achieve his ambition of conquering the world. Furthermore, they were skilled in martial arts and had experienced many battles in the martial world, naturally enabling them to be ruthless in combat. However, if Ning Su'er and Huan Yun also lacked any compassion for killing, it would be extremely dangerous. A woman with a compassionate and loving heart is the most beautiful. A strong

wind swept by, and dark clouds swept in. In the blink of an eye, the world changed. Dark clouds, carrying a fierce wind, surged towards the Chu Yue soldiers as Ning Su'er devoutly chanted.

Ye Tianlong, standing nearby, suddenly shivered; the sudden gust of wind and dark clouds seemed to instantly transform this summer afternoon into a cold winter. The warriors, already drenched in sweat from the fierce battle, felt far more uncomfortable than Ye Tianlong when this gust of wind and dark clouds struck.

However, this was only the beginning. Ning Su's expression was grim. She controlled the wind and clouds, intensifying them and pressing down heavily on the Chu Yue soldiers.

In an instant, the sky darkened, sand and stones swirled across the fields, swirling with the corpses and trapping the Chu Yue soldiers.

Soon, the flowing river of blood froze, and the Chu Yue soldiers shivered with cold. The sudden chill caused many of them to sneeze violently. The murky clouds overhead made it impossible for them to discern directions, and the rising dust blurred their vision, as if they were fighting blindfolded. Most of them began to cry out in unease.

Seeing this, the Fast soldiers, eager for glory, launched a swift attack, and many more Chu Yue soldiers became victims of their blades.

Ye Tianlong, seeing this, signaled Ning Su to withdraw her magic. Under such circumstances, perhaps the Chu Yue soldiers would surrender due to utter psychological collapse, thus avoiding further loss of their lives.

Ning Su Nu complied, swiftly withdrawing her magic. The dark clouds dissipated, and the Chu Yue soldiers on the plains huddled together, unable to resist, let alone move an inch.

The Fast soldiers, who had been waiting nearby, disarmed them effortlessly. Except for the Chu Yue army outside the battle lines who were regrouping, most of the soldiers who had been locked in fierce fighting were captured.

Watching the Chu Yue army regroup and attempt a counterattack, Ye Tianlong glanced at Xiu Luo and Wu Xiong Yi, still locked in battle amidst the carnage, a look of helplessness and regret crossing his face before he spurred his horse forward.

Until the decisive battle began this morning, Ye Tianlong had still held a sliver of hope for Wu Xiong Yi, believing that such a clever man would surely understand his gratitude and spare the lives of his soldiers, preventing this large-scale massacre.

However, it now seemed that as long as Wu Xiong Yi lived, this massacre would not end with a minimum number of lives lost!

Recalling his first encounter with this "Tiger of Feishan," it was in the imperial capital of Esnia. After arriving in the Southern Frontier, they met again on the battlefield. However, as one of the three great generals of the continent, Wu Xiong Yi was someone Ye Tianlong truly didn't want to kill.

But things had come to this point; Wu Xiong Yi himself must have already emboldened his unwavering loyalty, determined to succeed or die trying. Faced with the brutal situation on the battlefield, Ye Tianlong made his final decision to take his life, as a way of freeing him.

Riding his horse to the scene of their fight, Ye Tianlong gestured to Shura, who immediately ceased his attack and retreated.

Seeing Ye Tianlong's serious expression, Wu Xiong Yi seemed to have a weight lifted from his heart, letting out a deep sigh of relief, and raised his spear towards Ye Tianlong.

The two exchanged a glance, neither speaking, yet it seemed as if they had communicated.

Ye Tianlong leaped off his horse, raising his arm to the sky. A longsword, gleaming with black and red flames, slowly materialized, its powerful aura expanding rapidly like a wild horse, its force surpassing Wu Xiong Yi's and enveloping both of them.

"Ah...ha!" Wu Xiong Yi attacked first, his arms trembling, a sharp spear of light like a giant dragon thrusting straight at Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong saw it clearly; he could have dodged the spear. However, he didn't. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, fixed intently on the rapidly approaching spear, unmoving. Only when the spear was about a foot away from his chest did he lower his sword, using the blade to block Wu Xiong Yi's powerful spear of light.

If it were anyone else, their fierce attack being blocked by the opponent with just the blade would be horrifying. However, Wu Xiong Yi seemed to have anticipated this outcome, showing no fear, and even appearing to smile. 79 Production

Ye Tianlong flicked his sword, and Wu Xiong Yi bounced back to his original spot. However, he barely touched the ground with his toes before leaping forward again, attacking Ye Tianlong once more. This time, he didn't thrust his spear directly, but instead twirled the spearhead, creating a flourish that attacked Ye Tianlong. Its momentum and target were even more ferocious than before, and the surging energy seemed poised to engulf Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong withdrew his "Boundless Kingly Way" true energy and activated his divine sword to meet Wu Xiong Yi's attack. Before leaping, he first unleashed three slashes, three clearly visible sword beams heading towards Wu Xiong Yi's spear beam. Then, he leaped forward, delivering a descending slash from the sky directly at Wu Xiong Yi's head, its force seemingly borrowing the weight of heaven and earth, possessing the power of a falling giant. If this strike hit Wu Xiong Yi, he would have no chance of survival!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sound of metal clashing against air rang out as the man's three-slash sword beams collided with Wu Xiong Yi's swirling spear, unleashing a series of explosive bolts of lightning that seemed to tremble the surrounding space. The sheer power of the impact was evident.

Seeing his spear attack neutralized by Ye Tianlong's three slashes, and facing the man's downward strike, Wu Xiong Yi immediately pointed his spear downwards, tapped the ground, and used the momentum to leap backwards, dodging the man's powerful head-on attack.

However, this movement was not yet complete. After the two leaped past each other, one high and one low, Ye Tianlong swept his sword diagonally backwards the instant he landed. A red and black sword beam, like a long snake, snaked out, carrying with it the blood-stained dust from the ground, and attacked Wu Xiong Yi.

Wu Xiong Yi, unwilling to give up, used the force of his rebound to unleash a dozen aerial slashes with his light spear at Ye Tianlong, creating a powerful gust of wind that clashed rapidly with the shimmering sword light.

"Chirp!" Two sharp sounds rang out as the two blades collided in the air between them, resulting in a violent explosion.

Space distorted, and light and electricity cascaded outwards like a waterfall.

Ye Tianlong sensed Wu Xiong Yi's extraordinary strength and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret; it would be a real shame to see such a skilled opponent die at his hands.

Wu Xiong Yi, however, was greatly pleased. Ye Tianlong's cultivation had indeed progressed by leaps and bounds. Recalling their brief encounter in Esnia, he had only been at an average level. Such rapid growth in strength in such a short time was truly rare on the continent. To be able to fight such a promising expert today was enough for him!

At the end of the light, the two stood about two zhang apart, their expressions showing mutual respect.

Ye Tianlong shifted his sword stance and said, "Now, let's officially begin!"

Wu Xiong Yi nodded and said, "Please, I will do my best."

Immediately, Ye Tianlong's expression hardened, his wrist flicked, and he charged towards Wu Xiong Yi with his sword, relying entirely on his own strength, without using any true qi. This was a true duel; facing someone like Wu Xiong Yi, he felt it necessary to end everything with a real fight.

Wu Xiong Yi flipped his spear, meeting Ye Tianlong's attacks with a series of thrusts. Every strike from Ye Tianlong's sword clashed squarely with his, the sound of their weapons colliding ringing out. The two fought fiercely, shouting and maneuvering, each move revealing their full effort. They held nothing back, each strike relentless, showing no mercy whatsoever!

They fought for nearly a hundred rounds, displaying all their skills. As dusk fell, the large-scale skirmish between the two armies ceased. After a full day of intense fighting, they needed to replenish their energy and rest. Despite the brutality of war, both sides unconsciously reached a tacit understanding regarding the limits of human endurance. Since they were going to fight to the death, why not replenish their energy after a full day of fierce fighting and then settle the score with a high-quality final battle?

Night had fallen, and as if an invisible force was urging them on, Wu Xiong Yi's energy was greatly diminished. This was understandable; he had already fought Shura for most of the day, and even with his superior skills, he would have exhausted much. Now, facing Ye Tianlong in a true duel, his stamina was nearing its limit. Faced with Ye Tianlong's abundant strength, he had already given up.

"Ah!" Wu Xiong Yi cried out, thrusting a Soul-Chasing Spear at Ye Tianlong.

With this move, Wu Xiong Yi and the spear became one, flying straight up at an angle, using up his last bit of strength.

Ye Tianlong gritted his teeth, gripped his sword with both hands, and with a shout, charged towards the oncoming Wu Xiong Yi.

"Clang!"

"Swoosh!"

Two distinct sounds rang out as the two forces clashed.

Wu Xiong Yi remained in the same posture a few feet away, while Ye Tianlong, sword sheathed, stood tall on the other side, his back to Wu Xiong Yi.

After a moment of silence, Wu Xiong Yi's body suddenly trembled, and with a "clang," his spear fell to the ground, quickly submerged in the mixture of blood, mud, and soil.

The next moment, he uttered a series of inaudible sounds before collapsing heavily. In the instant of impact, he seemed to make a final, desperate turn of his head, perhaps wanting to take one last look at the man standing on the other side.

The earth, already brownish-brown, was once again drenched in fresh blood, blooming crimson for a moment before being quickly dissolved by the gushing blood and mud.

Only then did Ye Tianlong sigh, glance at Wu Xiong Yi lying among the crowd, and then leap onto his mount.

Shura, seemingly realizing something, immediately stepped forward, slashed Wu Xiong Yi's helmet with his sword, and then quickly ran off to other parts of the battlefield. From afar, the cries of the Chu Yue soldiers and the cheers of the Fast soldiers could be heard.

Ye Tianlong intended to return to his guard regiment, but after glancing once more at Wu Xiong Yi lying in the blood and mud, he waved to his subordinates, instructing them to dispose of Wu Xiong Yi's remains and then choose a secluded place for a proper burial.

Before the lamps were lit, the battle had abruptly ended. All the Chu Yue soldiers, seeing their commander's helmet impaled on a sword, understood that their commander had met with misfortune. In this chaotic battle, fighting without a commander was meaningless. The remaining soldiers surrendered one after another. So many had already died; what good would further resistance do besides inviting a larger-scale massacre by the Fast army?

As this atmosphere rapidly spread, the resistance system erected by the remnants of the Chu Yue army collapsed in an instant.

Tens of thousands of troops thus completed the mission entrusted to them by their homeland at dusk, annihilating hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the land of Fast. This also marked the beginning of the rapid decline of the Chu-Yue kingdom!

The cleanup of the battlefield was entirely the responsibility of the Temple Legion. Besides constructing a martyrs' cemetery to bury the remains of their fallen soldiers, the Chu-Yue army's fallen soldiers were buried on the spot. This became one of the most famous mass graves of the Tianlong Dynasty, the subject of much discussion among later historians.

Three days later, the traces of this fierce battle were largely erased, and the area around Linji City seemed to have returned to its former tranquility. The officials of Linji City had mobilized the people to rest and recuperate on the blood-soaked fields, taking advantage of the season to plant a crop. Presumably, planting crops on such land would yield a good harvest at the end of the year; nothing is more fertile than blood-soaked land.

During this time, Ye Tianlong made arrangements for the next steps.

First, the Temple Legion was formally incorporated into the Tianlong Legion's command, and its original designation was abolished. This meant that from this moment on, the military force upon which the Temple Legion depended for survival was incorporated into Ye Tianlong's army. Although this move caused dissatisfaction among some members of the temple, it was an inevitable trend. Those soldiers who had long followed Ye Tianlong and his subordinates in battle already held him in the highest esteem, and being able to formally join the regular army bearing Ye Tianlong's name was their dream. Therefore, although a few high-ranking members of the temple were unhappy, they had no choice but to comply.

Secondly, he ordered the newly reorganized Tianlong Legion, which had absorbed the strength of the temple's army, to seize the lost territory in the Southern Frontier in one fell swoop and use this opportunity to formally declare war on Chu Yue.

Thirdly, with the Southern Frontier matter concluded, Ye Tianlong decided to return to the capital. Of course, Ning Sunu and Long Ling'er, who had been fighting for more than half a year, would also accompany him. Given the current situation, with Shura leading the expanded Tianlong Legion, there would be absolutely no problem in recovering the lost territory and attacking Chu Yue; it was time for the ladies to rest.

After settling these matters, Ye Tianlong, along with Yu Zhu, Ning Sunu, Long Ling'er, Huan Yun, and Cynthia, the goddess warriors, did not linger and immediately embarked on their journey back to the imperial capital, Esnia.

Of course, the man had not forgotten the High Priestess of the temple, Zuo Lanxin. Although his feelings towards her were not like those towards his wives, they had changed significantly since then.

After all, she was still Zuo Daojin's sister, and after so much time together, she had indeed genuinely changed a lot. As long as it didn't violate the man's values, why shouldn't he give her a chance?

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