Chapter 815: Thousands of Soldiers, A Serpentine Dragon

“Don’t let her get away!”
“Go after her! Capture her for a reward!”
On the grassland, Yu Yan was chased to a small battlefield by a group of Mongol cavalry.
The fierce Mongol cavalry pursued Yu Yan like vicious dogs, shouting commands while trying to encircle her from both sides.
Fortunately, Yu Yan was highly alert. She moved skillfully to keep distance from her nearest enemies, her magic blade forming various combat forms—swings and slashes—as she fought alone, killing at least one Mongol cavalry member every few seconds.
If Xian Kai were here to see this, he would be utterly amazed.
Yu Yan’s attacks became increasingly proficient and effortless…
Dancing like a fairy, she moved swiftly ahead of the enemy forces. Her magic blade took on the forms of a knife or a sword, with countless changing techniques executed at will.
When her blade flashed, it emitted an astonishing intensity, fierce and dominant, filled with the power to destroy everything.
Each time she killed someone, she didn’t rush to create distance but instead used the momentum to slash or stab another Mongol cavalry member’s neck or vital point.
She kept attacking…
A trail of corpses lay behind her as more than sixty Mongol warriors were killed by her relentless attacks.
Yet Yu Yan didn’t notice that, while immersed in her fun of killing enemies for points, two cavalrymen appeared on a small hill several miles away.
With steady breaths, they arrived at the hill and immediately noticed the bright, chaotic flames and the large group of Mongol cavalry.
In the dim light, their faces couldn’t be seen, but by their build, they were definitely not Mongol cavalry…
They watched from above for a while before one of them suddenly spoke:
“It seems most of them are on our side. There aren’t many enemies left… They probably came here on a covert mission but were discovered by scouts and surrounded… Boring.”
The two had actually been drawn here by the flare earlier and came to investigate. But due to the distance, they couldn’t see clearly and thought all those from the Central Plains had been killed, so they lost interest.
“Since we’re here, let’s go take a look. Maybe we can get some heads.”
“It’s still fighting. Good, let’s go check it out.”
Silently, the two rode toward the battlefield lit by flames.
…
Swish! Swish!
Thud… Thud…
Arrows pierced the air, but when they approached Xian Kai’s body, they all deviated from their trajectory. Under his control, they were shot in all directions, embedding themselves in the bodies of the surrounding Mongol warriors.
“Now there’s no doubt.”

After casting “Dou Zuan Xing Yi” several times in a row, all the Mongol cavalry from all directions were pinned down by Kai Xin. Nearly two hundred corpses lay scattered across the ground; not a single one could walk on foot anymore. All that remained on the battlefield were those Mongol cavalry arching their bows not far away—each with a pale, grim expression, staring at Kai Xin’s Mongol cavalry as if they were monsters!
It was no wonder—every time an arrow was shot, it didn’t hit the enemy but pierced the bodies of their own comrades…
Around this man, as if by some mysterious force, he was protected from the arrows. Moreover, no one saw him make a move; it was all the arrows that killed, using their own “swords”!
While the group of Mongol cavalry was stunned, Kai Xin processed what had just happened:
“There’s no doubt… the essence of ‘Dou Zuan Xing Yi’ is ‘to return what was given’. But this ‘them’ isn’t the real ‘them’… The target of attack can indeed be controlled, which makes it even more flexible.”
Although “Dou Zuan Xing Yi” required internal energy, “Jiuyang Shen Gong” could compensate for part of it over time. His internal energy level had reached the Liberation Realm—only if it dropped below the Life and Death Realm could he no longer use “Dou Zuan Xing Yi”.
With his current internal energy level, he could maintain it for nearly a minute…
And now!
The effect of that minute was to use the Mongol cavalry to kill nearly two hundred of them who had lost their mounts!
“Dou Zuan Xing Yi is truly the best weapon for group battles—whether for survival or killing.”
Kai Xin murmured to himself:
“As long as one has enough internal energy, one can remain invincible, as long as they don’t encounter a being at the Mythical Realm.”
As he thought, the Mongol cavalry quickly recovered from their shock. A loud, deep shout rang out from the crowd: “Put down your bows! Form up and charge!!”
More than two hundred Mongol cavalry responded swiftly. Their scattered formations gathered quickly, bows put away, as they drew out icy-looking curved swords and axes from their waists…
Kai Xin watched carefully. In one glance, he identified the Mongol cavalry who had given the order.
The man was massive, with arms as thick as a person’s waist, holding a huge double-edged axe. His gaze was cold and fierce like that of a fierce lion, his presence intimidating. The mount he rode was equally impressive—a tall horse covered in metallic scales, with sharp metal horns on its head, giving it the appearance of a monster rather than a horse.
“A hundred-man leader? Or a thousand-man leader?”

Seeing this guy, Happy was slightly surprised yet thrilled, with excitement surging in him. The higher the enemy officer’s rank, the more points he could earn. A centurion earned 200 points, while a commander earned 500—killing them brought more sense of achievement than killing ordinary Mongol cavalry. The distance of dozens of meters shrank instantly! Over 200 cavalrymen charged at once. Though their numbers were smaller than those of the main force, their momentum was enough to exert intense fear and pressure. Happy, who had planned to use “Star Shift” to clear the battlefield, now had to abandon that idea—physical close-quarters combat was too troublesome. Boom! Boom!!! Faced with another cavalry charge, with no arrows available this time, Happy frowned slightly. With a swift glance, he drew his sword silently, then quickly put it away and switched to the fourth stage of “Silkworm King Ice Hand”! Dozens of Mongol cavalrymen right in front of him felt their mounts suddenly lower, before they were flung aside by the intense inertia… As they hit the ground, they heard the agonized screams of their horses—their legs had been severed. Roar!!! A dragon’s roar echoed at the same time. With a step forward, Happy created a mighty dragon-shaped vortex with his arms and charged into the enemy ranks without hesitation. Although using fist techniques was difficult on the battlefield, “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” was different—its power grew stronger the more battles were fought, with astonishing offensive strength. Combined with Wind Spirit Spin, he effortlessly shattered the heads of two Mongol warriors. With a flash, he took on a small dragon form, dodging several snow-white curved swords that swept past his neck. The Mongol cavalry’s reflexes were honed to the brink of life and death, even surpassing those of martial arts masters. Any pause would mean being attacked by many, so only the small dragon form allowed them to move freely in the battle formation. But Happy wasn’t going to let them off so easily! Boom!!! As he leaned forward, tremendous force erupted from his palms, causing the Mongol cavalryman’s mount to let out a terrified scream… With a rustling sound, dozens of cavalrymen fell to the ground. Two Mongol players riding in from afar caught sight of this scene on the battlefield, their pupils widening rapidly!