d left the room in a flash.As for this, the Changsun family wasn't surprised. Changsun Wu was always a martial arts fanatic. To suddenly receive such a complete sword manual, it wouldn't be strange if...Feng Xingkong was originally a powerful fighter in the fusion stage. With his help, the overall combat strength of Cangfeng Academy was greatly enhanced.

His longsword flashed, slicing through the air and bringing down the door with a crash. He charged into the room, dragging everyone else with him.

Fang Hua Yu, Feng Tian Xiang and others closely followed behind, with five hundred cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage bringing up the rear.

This time, Feng Xingkong is truly going all out, bringing nearly the entire elite force of Cangfeng Academy with him.

With so many experts on hand, their journey was exceptionally smooth. They were unstoppable, swiftly breaking through the defenses and charging into the main camp.

Feng Tianxiang held the medal of honor in his hand, watching the constantly jumping numbers on it, a brilliant smile spread across his face.

"Uncle, it seems that our Cangfeng Academy is destined to win this time."

Feng Xingkong nodded with a hint of satisfaction, it was clear that Song Jian's ambitions weren't focused on this newcomer ranking competition. He had his eyes set on the throne, so he didn't care much about this.

In this case, Lingxiao Academy is out, leaving only their Cangfeng Academy remaining.

Fang Hua Yu, however, frowned: "Dean Feng, I feel like something is not quite right."

Feng Xing slashed several barbarians with a single sword, then asked: "What's wrong"

"I think we've been having it too easy."

Fang Huayu said solemnly, "I have fought against barbarians in Tianlang City before. Even the third-level low-ranking barbarians were fearless and brave. But this is not the case now."

You see, these barbarian soldiers are not only low-level but also easily scattered. They have no fighting ability whatsoever.

Logically speaking, now that we've stormed their den, this is a life-or-death battle. They should be fighting with all their might.

And it shouldn't just be tier three barbarians, there should be higher tiers as well, at least we never saw the violent legions from before.

Hearing this, Feng Xingkong also vaguely sensed something was wrong.

He looked up and saw that they had already gone deep into the camp; the entrance they had passed through earlier was nowhere to be seen.

Feng Tianxiang said, "Fang Senior Brother, aren't you overthinking things"

This area was never a key strategic point for us, and besides, Prince An Shun has already led troops in an attack there.

The elite of the barbarian horde should be over there, or guarding the supplies at the rear. So it's normal that we encounter the weaker ones here.

Fang Hua Yu frowned, he felt that Feng Tian Xiang's words made some sense, but his heart always felt a little off.

"Dean Feng, I think we should "

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"Be careful or I'll just go back and kill you now."

Feng Tianxiang thought for a moment: "You're right, we shouldn't go too deep. Let's retreat now."

As he spoke, he was about to lead the charge toward the entrance, but at that moment, a strange horn sounded. Immediately after, countless elite barbarian soldiers surged towards them—it was the ferocious legion they had fought against before.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xingkong could immediately tell what was going on. He shouted loudly, "Retreat quickly! We've been ambushed!"

After he finished speaking, he brandished his sword and charged forward.

But this time is vastly different from before, the second-level barbarian warriors of the Furious Legion are many times stronger than before.

Though they were no match for their opponents in terms of individual combat prowess, these men moved with remarkable synchronicity and fought with unwavering courage, surging forward like a relentless tide.

At this moment, the Cangfeng Academy students immediately felt the pressure of a large-scale army operation. They no longer had the ease they initially felt upon arrival.

Feng Xing struck out with a single sword, cleaving a charging barbarian in half. Then, leading the others, he charged towards the entrance.

At this moment, another strange horn sound echoed through the air. Immediately after, reinforcements appeared from all sides, a dense horde of level one barbarians surrounding them.

These men, bare-chested and covered in paint, surrounded the crowd from Cangfeng Academy.

Each of them held a long spear, its length stretching out to the horizon, and it shimmered with a dazzling cold light. Their fierce killing intent seemed to lower the temperature around them by several degrees.

"Wow!"

After a strange howl, the first-rank barbarian warrior standing at the front instantly hurled his spear.

In terms of strength, a Level 1 barbarian soldier is equivalent to a human cultivator at the Golden Core stage. These spears are crafted from fine steel.

With all their might behind it, the force of their throws was astonishing. Each spear whistled through the air with a piercing shriek, as if trying to tear apart the very fabric of space.

Countless spears rained down like a hailstorm, their impact far greater than any arrows.

The Cangfeng Academy students tried their best to resist, but they couldn't stop so many spears at all. Soon, the sounds of screams echoed through the air.

This spear's power is in no way inferior to a particle cannon, effortlessly tearing through the protective true energy of a Nascent Soul stage powerhouse. For cultivators at the Core Formation stage, there is simply no resistance whatsoever.

A Nascent Soul stage cultivator, wielding a long sword, had exhausted all his strength deflecting three spears. He was left with no power to face the fourth one.

With only a *poof* sound, that long...

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The spear pierced through his chest, driving him hard into the ground.

The same scene played out repeatedly, with screams echoing as one student after another was impaled and pinned to the ground by spears.

Fang Hua Yu, Feng Tian Xiang and the others all had drastic changes in expression. Although they were strong cultivators at the Refining Void Realm, their protective true qi could block one spear, two spears, but it was impossible to block such a dense barrage of attacks.

They could only do their best, wielding their swords to deflect the spears flying towards them. But the enemy was well-trained, their spears coming in wave after wave, like a relentless downpour with no respite.

In contrast, Feng Xingkong during the fusion period was relatively easier to deal with, but by himself, he couldn't do anything. He simply couldn't kill all those barbarian soldiers swarming around him.

Seeing the students around him fall one by one, he gnashed his teeth. These were the elite of Cangfeng Academy; if they all died here, the wrath from above would be unimaginable.

But war is so cruel, even though he was incredibly angry, he was helpless. In this situation, being able to save his own life was a good thing, let alone revenge.

"I can't worry about that anymore. Those above the Nascent Soul stage, follow me…"

Feng Xing made a quick decision in the air, deciding to stop fighting. He took the students above the Nascent Soul stage and flew away from there. As for those at the Nascent Soul stage, he couldn't care less about them anymore.

Before he could even finish his words, someone had already realized what was going on. A Nascent Soul stage student rose into the air, ready to fly away from there.

He had hardly taken flight when he became a live target in mid-air. Countless spears flew towards him instantly, transforming him into a hedgehog before he plummeted to the ground with a thud, dying a most tragic death.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xingkong and the others immediately dismissed the idea.

If it can still hold on the ground for a while, once it takes flight it will die even faster.

Now there is no other way, we can only persevere.

As time passed, one by one, the students of Cangfeng Academy fell.

Originally there were over five hundred people, but in a few breaths, more than half of them died, leaving only about a hundred. Many of them were also seriously injured.

Although Fan Xiaofeng had the cultivation of a late-stage Nascent Soul, he still couldn't withstand such a dense barrage of spears. In the slightest distraction, a spear pierced his left arm instantly, shattering even the bone.

He had just let out a cry of pain when another spear flew towards him, piercing his back of the neck and lodging itself firmly into the ground. He was dead.

(The end)e, you flatter me!""I'm telling the truth!" Huaziyue smiled. "Do you know Song Jian is a sly old fox, extremely cunning. He's always scheming against others and has never suffered a loss.""Look at him...