Chapter 1880 - The End of the High Priest!

Chapter 1880: The End of the High Priest!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr

Retreat! Hurry and retreat!


Prepare to defend!


Hurry and send reinforcements! Stop them!

At the intersection of the ‘V’, the Arab forces were in panic. This development was clearly something they had not anticipated.

Young Master! Our army is coming! We’re saved!

Sword Ghost, his body covered in wounds and blood, grabbed Li Junxian in joy.
For generations, the Confucian Sect’s goal had been to stop war, but this time, none of them could escape it.
The Confucian Sect had made the mistake, so the Confucian Sect had to bear the consequences. When the center was on the verge of collapsing, everyone had heard Li Junxian’s order and charged into the front line without the slightest hesitation, each of them ready to die in battle.
In this fierce battle against ten times their number, the Confucian Sect had sacrificed much, with many of their martial brothers falling under the hooves of the Arabian steeds, but in the end, they had managed to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

The battle’s not over, so it’s not yet time to relax. Gather all our members and get ready to deploy elsewhere!

Li Junxian panted for breath as he extracted his sword from the chest of an Arab general.
The holy sword of the Confucian school was drenched in blood, as was Li Junxian’s snow-white robe. ‘A gentleman does not kill.’ From the first-generation leader of the Confucian Sect until now, Li Junxian was probably the first leader of the Confucian Sect to enter the battlefield like a general and stain his hands with blood. He had killed numerous Arab horsemen in this battle.
A fierce gust of wind carried with it the thick scent of blood. Li Junxian raised his head, his expression so calm that it seemed numb. Those eyes that were once dazzlingly sharp and brimming with energy were like ancient wells, devoid of both happiness and sorrow.

Senior Brother!

Cracks resounded in the air as the white-robed girl, Elder Song, Bamboo Mirror, and the other experts of the Confucian Sect gathered around Li Junxian. When she saw Li Junxian’s eyes, the white-robed girl began to tear up, her heart aching. The Confucian Sect had lost more than half its members in this battle, and the survivors were almost all wounded.
It would be a very long time until the Confucian Sect could completely recover.
But what made her heart ache the most was her senior brother. Her senior brother had always been brimming with fighting intent. She had never once seen him like this before.

Junior Sister, what do you think… After killing so many people, were we right or wrong? The Harmonious World… was it right or wrong?
Li Junxian said, his voice somewhat hoarse.
The white-robed girl was taken aback by these words.
Li Junxian shook his head and said no more. He still had a battle to fight, but never before had he been so confused. The Confucian Sect emphasized ‘stopping killing’ and ‘no killing’, but from the moment they stepped into the northwest, he and the Confucian Sect had gone against the principles that had guided the Confucian Sect for more than a thousand years.
As someone who had defied the ideals of the Confucian Sect, from a certain perspective, he was no longer a member.

Senior Brother, you’re not the one that’s wrong, nor are we wrong. It’s the world that’s wrong! This is a world of killing, where the strong eat the weak. It’s not worth saving, nor is it worth our sacrifice.

The white-robed girl supported Li Junxian by the arm as she spoke, a pained look on her face.
This matter was originally unrelated to them, but they had ended up paying an enormous price, both her master and her senior brother. As a girl, she had never had much interest in all these things. She had only remained to accompany her senior brother.

Wrong is wrong! It was because of us that this great loss of life occurred!

Li Junxian shook his head, sorrow in his eyes. Instinctively, he turned toward the young figure on the White-hoofed Shadow.

Perhaps our method was wrong, or perhaps he was right. He is the only one who can do what we cannot!

Elder Song, Sword Ghost, and the other Confucian Sect experts fell silent.
A complicated look appeared in Li Junxian’s eyes.
He had failed to protect the Central Plains, as had the Confucian Sect, but Wang Chong had the ability. Though the two had regarded themselves as enemies, Li Junxian was beginning to more and more keenly sense that Wang Chong was the person who could truly realize the Harmonious World.
Even if his methods were completely different from those of the Confucian Sect!
Clang!
As these thoughts passed through his mind, Li Junxian raised his sword and charged forward.

Kill!

Sword Ghost and the others followed right behind.
The fierce battle of the northwest continued!
Between Arabia and the Great Tang, only one could be left standing!

Kiiill!

Meanwhile, with Wang Chong’s mind returned to his body, he swiftly set about marshalling the forces of his left and right flank to charge at the ‘V’. Together with the large number of soldiers crushed by the rhino Behemoth, the Arab forces making up the ‘V’ were swiftly routed.
Rumble! An Arab horseman still trying to get his bearings had his horse slashed by an Eastern Island elite, and right afterward, two Tang axemen came forward. The Arab horseman panicked, unable to decide which enemy he should deal with in the chaos.
Plush! Blood burst out, and the Arab horseman’s body went stiff as a sharp saber cut across his neck. His eyes flew open as he toppled to the ground with his horse.
This seemed to be a sort of signal for the killing to commence…
Amidst furious roars, the Arab cavalry were cut down, unable to stop the tide. The battle was rapidly reversed as one thousand, two thousand, three thousand Arab cavalry were slain. This set off a chain reaction, as a God’s Ordained rider, in a moment of carelessness, was swiftly stabbed through the heart by a Divine Martial Army soldier.
Bang!
This was only the first domino, and more and more God’s Ordained riders began to fall. At the same time, another force of Tang soldiers charged into Adnan’s Savage Fang Army.

Damn! Damn! How did it turn out like this!?

As the army fell apart, Adnan was stunned.
With the Blade of Mukala, he was holding down Wang Zhongsi, and the Arabs had the advantage in numbers. He had no idea how the battle had reversed so quickly.

Aaaaah!

In just a few short moments, innumerable Arab soldiers had fallen in the center, and Adnan began to panic.

Wang Chong!

In the distance, atop the elephant Behemoth, Khatabah instantly locked his sharp eyes onto Wang Chong, his expression turning ice-cold.

You again!

This was not the first blow Wang Chong had dealt to Arabia. In the end, he had still managed to break the Hierophant’s plan.

High Priest, what’s going on? Weren’t you holding him down?

Khatabah turned his head, his face ashen.
The two of them had previously agreed that the High Priest would hold down Wang Chong in the mental domain, leaving him with no strength to oversee the battle, but this was clearly no longer the case. However, Khatabah did not receive an answer to his furious question.
Whoosh!
A moment later, Khatabah could only watch in shock as the supreme and mysterious High Priest toppled like a pillar, dropping from the back of the elephant Behemoth. Thump! His body curved through the air and then crashed to the ground in a spray of blood, clearly lifeless.
Bang!
The entire battlefield fell silent as the High Priest’s corpse fell, and time seemed to stop. Atop the Behemoth, Khatabah trembled, his eyes wide open.

This is impossible!

For a moment, Khatabah’s mind was blank.
And in the vast Arab army, all was silent, everyone pale and shocked.
The High Priest?
The one who had fallen just now was the High Priest, but how?!
The High Priest possessed supreme status within the Arabian Empire, and there were far too many legends linked to him. He was invincible in the minds of the people, just like the Hierophant. How could he have died?
Why had the High Priest dropped from the back of the Behemoth like some ordinary person?
They simply didn’t believe, but no one would ever dare to pretend to be the High Priest and put on his clothes…

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?


No, it’s really the High Priest!


How could this be…

Two Arab generals whispered to each other, their lips trembling and their faces pale.

Impossible! No! How could someone kill the High Priest?

Lucis, Abu Muslim, and Adnan suffered a far greater shock.
None of them had imagined that the High Priest could die like some ordinary person.
The High Priest was a master of Psychic Energy, and if there was one person on this battlefield who could kill him, it could only be… Wang Chong!
Everyone instantly turned in utter shock toward that young figure on the other side of the battlefield.
Wang Chong had an infamous reputation in Arabia, but no one had ever imagined that he could kill the High Priest as well!

Bastard!

With a furious roar, a golden light exploded from the back of the elephant Behemoth, a dazzling bolt of lightning soaring to the heavens.
At this moment, even Wang Chong grimaced as he looked toward that intense light.