Chapter 139

  Those two Ling warriors suddenly let out a loud roar and pounced on Tang Yin together.

  Two spiritual knives, one on the left and one on the right, both hacked towards Tang Yin's head.

  People are different, and people's actions also have fast and slow distinctions.

  Tang Yin dodged to the side, avoiding the first sword that came at him. Immediately after, another spirit warrior's sword arrived, and as he lowered his head to avoid its edge, his arm shot out in a flash of light, grasping the opponent's wrist. With a burst of strength, he yanked backwards, sending the spirit warrior flying over Tang Yin's head and crashing into the wall behind him with a startled cry.

  Rumble!

  The Spirit Warrior's body was originally enormous, and with this crash, the force was sufficient to produce a gigantic sound that even made a large dent in the wall.

  That spirit warrior bounced back to the ground, dazed and disoriented. Before he could get up from the ground, Tang Yin was already standing in front of him, his blood-red eyes looking down at him with a demonic gaze.

  "Ah?" The Ling warrior was shocked, instinctively letting out a sharp cry, grasping the Ling knife tightly, and wanting to make another move. But Tang Yin's scythe had already swung out first, its blade tip pointing directly at the Ling warrior's chest. This time, he didn't even have time to let out a cry before his body transformed into a wisp of ethereal mist.

  Another Ling warrior let out a strange cry and rushed over from behind Tang Yin, bringing his knife with him, charging straight at Tang Yin's lower back.

  He came suddenly, and his speed was incredibly fast, but unfortunately, compared to the instantaneous movement of drifting shadows, it was still too slow. He didn't hit Tang Yin, but instead hit a ball of air. When his body was still in mid-air, Tang Yin suddenly appeared beside him, pinched the back of his neck with one hand, and then lifted him up over his head. The giant body of the Ling warrior was held aloft by Tang Yin's single hand, without seeming to use any force. A cracking sound was heard in his ear, as Tang Yin's five fingers, like an iron pincer, crushed the Ling warrior's neck and leg bones into pieces.

  The Spirit Warrior was like being struck by lightning, his struggles ceased, and the Spirit Blade in his hand also fell to the ground.

  Tang Yin threw the Lingshan warrior to the ground, who was still not dead, lying on the ground, his limbs twitching slightly, his two eyes showing a desperate deathly grey. Tang Yin slowly crouched down, his gaze fixed on King Bessa of the Wesa Kingdom sitting on the throne, from whose curved eyes hidden behind Lingkai could be seen that he was smiling at this moment.

  A triumphant and sarcastic smile.

  His two fingers were bent like iron hooks, one of which grasped the eyes of the spiritual warrior on the ground, and both fingers sank into his eye sockets. He lifted him up again, and as the dark fire flashed in his hand, the spiritual warrior finally escaped from the pain, his body turned into an intangible spiritual mist, and Tang Yin's hand was left with only an empty iron helmet.

  Killing, to others, may be a helpless move, but to Tang Yin, it's more like a kind of pleasure. His coldness and cruelty are not something that can be expressed, but rather something that comes out naturally from his bones. And it's precisely because of this that he can make others feel fear in their bones.

  Two Ling warriors, all of whom were blindfolded, died in Tang Yin's dark fire. Minister Bessa, who was present, was shocked and frightened, involuntarily retreating repeatedly. Tang Yin's eyes seemed to be like a demon who kills without blinking.

  In fact, the spiritual warriors of Bessa City are not so few and so poor that they can't withstand a single blow in front of Tang Yin. The powerful spiritual warriors of Bessa City have all gone to conquer Fengguo with the army. Even these two who were killed by Tang Yin did not lose because of their cultivation or spiritual martial arts, but lost psychologically.

  Tang Yin and his men arrived suddenly, with an unknown number of troops, and swept into the palace like a broken bamboo, their momentum so fierce that it seemed no one could stop them. The city of Bessa was on the verge of collapse under the iron hooves of the enemy's cavalry. Before even engaging in battle, the hearts of the two Ling warriors were already in disarray, having lost to the enemy in terms of morale. How could they still be considered Tang Yin's opponents?

  He walked slowly towards King Bessa with a scythe in one hand, the blade scraping against the marble floor with a soft whooshing sound.

  He didn't walk fast, but none of the ministers around him dared to step forward and stop him. At this moment, another spirit warrior stood up beside King Bessa.

  She could tell it was a woman just by the bulge on her chest, Tang Yin only took a glance and continued to walk towards King Bessa without slowing down.

  As Tang Yin walked closer, the Lingshu warrior raised his hand and pointed the gun at Tang Yin. Before Tang Yin could react, King Bessa of Beisa frowned and slightly raised his arm, as if to stop the Lingshu warrior, but ultimately didn't say a word.

  When Tang Yin was about three meters away from King Bessa, the Lingshu warrior suddenly shouted, his hand holding a spear with a radiant glow of millions of rays, and a wave of spiritual energy shot towards Tang Yin like a rain of arrows.

  This is Lingwu skill Blood Soul Pursuit.

  Blood Soul's pursuit was extremely powerful, and it specialized in breaking Ling Kai. Even Tang Yin didn't dare to resist its edge. In the blink of an eye, he flashed from three meters away from King Besa to right in front of him, deploying Dark Shadow Drift.

  The two people were so close, they almost stuck together.

  In the Besa City-State and throughout the entire Mofis Federation, Dark Cultists have been considered an evil that has been eradicated for centuries.

  Yi was also unfamiliar with the Dark System Spirit Martial Skill, Tang Yin displayed Shadow Drift and instantly flashed past his own attack, arriving right in front of the King. The Spirit Warrior was startled and subconsciously let out a sharp cry.

  Tang Yin ignored her completely, one hand grasping King Bessa's collar and the other raising a sickle high.

  "Ah——"

  Bai Sa's ministers simultaneously let out a cry of surprise at the sight.

  Tang Yin's knife was raised, but it didn't fall for a long time.

  When his arch-nemesis's life and death were in his hands, his wavering emotions suddenly became surprisingly calm.

  To kill King Besar is simple, just one swing of the knife in hand will do, but what to do after killing him? The 200,000-strong barbarian army has already pressed the border, and if they find out that the king was killed by their own side, they may not only refuse to retreat, but also become more determined to fight a decisive battle with our side to avenge the king.

  This old man really can't be killed!

  Tang Yin slowly lowered the scythe he had raised, with the blade edge pressed against King Bessa's neck. At the same time, Ling Kai scattered from his face, revealing his handsome features, and his blood-red eyes stared straight into King Bessa's gaze.

  King Beisa thought he was a dead man for sure, but then Tang Yin suddenly stopped and even removed the Lingkai from his face. He was extremely surprised and stared at Tang Yin in confusion.

  "My name is Tang Yin, and I am the County Governor of Pingyuan County in Fengguo!"

  King Beisa couldn't tell what was the Wind Country, nor could he tell what was a County Guard. He only knew that he was a general of the Imperial Heaven Empire. He didn't respond, but instead quietly stared at Tang Yin.

  Tang Yin raised his head proudly, gazing down at the King of Besa, and continued: "Killing you would be as easy as taking something out of my pocket. If you're smart, order your troops to retreat immediately. If you insist on being stubborn, then you're playing with your own life. Even if you manage to break through the defenses of Pingyuan County, I can still make sure you lose your head! Don't believe me? Try again, Mo!" As he spoke, he relaxed his grip, straightened his body, and slowly lowered his scythe, taking a step back. In a cold voice, he said: "Today, I'll let you keep your head on your shoulders. If Besa's troops haven't retreated by the time I return, I'll come back for it! Mo!"

  Having finished speaking, Tang Yin turned around and walked straight out of the hall.

  The knife was already placed on King Bessa's neck, and Tang Yin suddenly stopped, which was beyond everyone's expectation, including King Bessa himself.

  Tang Yin came quickly and left even faster, his figure had disappeared outside the temple gate for a long time before the crowd inside the temple came back to their senses. What happened earlier seemed like a nightmare, everyone felt as if they had wandered around the Ghost Gate and returned to the world of the living again.

  This was the end of King Bessa's straight waist, panting heavily and wiping away the cold sweat that had seeped onto his forehead. At this critical moment, to say he wasn't afraid would be a lie. It was just that the dignity of being a king supported him in not showing cowardice and weakness in front of the enemy. Now that Tang Yin was gone, he didn't need to pretend anymore.

  I felt a chill all over my body, and when I touched myself, I found that my clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

  Alas, King Besa secretly sighed. He had only heard the generals in front say that Tang Yin was terrifying, and now he saw him, it was indeed so. That thing was not human, but a demon wearing human skin. Although Tang Yin had left, just thinking of his blood-red eyes filled with bloody threads made him feel wave after wave of fear.

  Facing an enemy like Tang Yin is simply a nightmare!

  A high-ranking official trembled as he walked out of the crowd, asking in a low voice: "Your Majesty, judging from the sounds... it seems that the enemy troops have retreated...?"

  Withdraw? King Besa smiled bitterly, now it's withdrawn, but who can guarantee that the other side's sneak attack won't happen again and again? At this time, King Besa sat in the palace, feeling a chill on his back, with a strong sense of unease shrouding his whole body.

  Will the 200,000-strong army of our side withdraw or not? If it doesn't withdraw, what to do if Tang Yin attacks again? Is it just for attacking a few border cities of the Huangtian Empire that we can't even move?

  King Beisa clenched his fists tightly, remained silent for a long time, and then let out a long sigh. He raised his head and said to the ministers below: "Call the herald! Mo"

  Tang Yin led the people to leave, but they did not leave empty-handed. At the same time as evacuating Beisa City, they also looted a large batch of gold and silver treasures, some of which were robbed from the palace, and some of which were robbed from the homes of ordinary people. Each person's body was loaded with riches.

  They were four thousand when they came, and hundreds of soldiers died in the battle of Beisa City, with several hundred wounded. Tang Yin did not leave behind the wounded Feng Jun, taking the wounded and the dead, embarking on the long journey back to their country.

  They succeeded in putting out the big fire on their side, while Pingyuan County on the other side still didn't know the news. Now 200,000 barbarian soldiers have entered the borders of Fengguo, and Pingyuan County is really tense to the extreme.

  Bai Sa's army did not attack Biancheng but instead bypassed it and headed straight for Xiangyang.

  Obviously, Besa's scouts have already explored the movements on this side of Pingyuan County and plan to engage in a decisive battle with the main force of Pingyuan Army in Hengcheng, where only one side can emerge victorious.