Chapter 147 Flying Army
"Kill them!"
Feng Xiaotian charged ahead, clad in a black, close-fitting outfit, his long hair flying wildly in the wind.
His eyes gleamed with icy killing intent, as if the Star Luo Empire soldiers on the ground were nothing more than fish on a chopping board.
Before his words even finished, he swung his hand sharply.
Whoosh!
In an instant, several cyan wind blades, each several meters long, shot out from in front of him, whistling sharply as they pierced the air.
The Star Luo Empire soldiers, caught in the frenzy of galloping horses, couldn't stop in time.
And being mere mortals, how could they possibly dodge these attacks?
"Ah!"
Screams erupted in an instant. Wherever the wind blades passed, Star Luo Empire soldiers were cleaved and felled.
Those ordinary mortal soldiers were easily cut down like fragile straws under Feng Xiaotian's cyan wind blade attacks.
Screams and shouts mingled together, and the once orderly ranks descended into chaos.
Upon receiving Feng Xiaotian's order, the other members of the Flying Sky Army followed suit and launched an attack.
Flying Sky Army Soul Masters with ranged attack capabilities unleashed their Soul Skills.
In an instant, beams of light flashed as Soul Skills rained down upon the Star Luo Empire's army.
Those without ranged attack methods controlled the Zhuge Crossbows equipped on their flying Soul Guidance Devices, firing volleys of bolts.
These Zhuge Crossbows were spoils of war from the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; they were being used without hesitation.
The bolts rained down like a dense, overwhelming storm, instantly casting a shadow of death over the Star Luo Empire's army.
"Thud! Thud!"
The sounds of arrows piercing flesh echoed continuously. The mortal soldiers were utterly defenseless, each one disemboweled, some even exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
In that instant of fierce attack, the Star Luo Empire's army suffered a devastating blow.
After just one round of attacks, the once mighty army of 100,000 was reduced to less than 20,000.
Several thousand of the Soul Master soldiers were also killed or wounded, a scene of utter carnage.
Although Ling Lei was a Title Douluo, he hadn't expected the Heavenly Dragon Empire to discover his movements beforehand and launch a surprise attack.
Riding on horseback, his eyes blazed with fury as he witnessed his army suffer a devastating blow.
"Damn the Heavenly Dragon Empire! How dare they scheme against me!" he roared, his eyes blazing with rage.
He had thought this surprise attack would easily secure a brilliant first victory for the Star Luo Empire.
He hadn't expected the Heavenly Dragon Empire to see through his plan and launch such a fierce counterattack.
In the sky, Feng Xiaotian watched the Star Luo Empire's army in its miserable state, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He knew that opportunities in war were fleeting and he couldn't afford to give the enemy a chance to regroup.
Without hesitation, he commanded the Flying Army: "Brothers, turn back! Prepare for the second attack!"
"Yes, General Feng!"
The Flying Army responded in unison, quickly adjusting their direction and charging towards the Star Luo Empire's army once more.
Ling Lei Boar, watching the Flying Army charge again, felt his anger reach its peak. His eyes turned icy, and he sneered.
"Hmph, an army without even a Soul Douluo in command, do they really think they can turn the world upside down? I am a Title Douluo!"
His martial soul was the Mad Thunder Pig, which inherently lacked the ability to fly.
However, as a Title Douluo, Ling Lei Boar now possessed the ability to walk on air.
Flight was no longer his weakness.
Before he finished speaking, the enraged Ling Lei Boar leaped into the air, his martial soul instantly activating.
In an instant, his body began to undergo drastic changes, his size gradually increasing. Thick black scales appeared on his skin, twisting his face into a grotesque boar head with two sharp tusks.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a raging red lightning bolt, exuding an imposing aura.
"You little brats, prepare to die!"
Ling Lei Boar roared, waving his hands violently.
With a deafening roar, countless bolts of red lightning crashed down on the Flying Army like raging dragons.
The sky was dyed blood red by the lightning, like a celestial calamity.
With such a dense barrage of lightning, some less skilled Flying Army soldiers had no time to dodge.
They were instantly reduced to ashes upon being struck, without even a chance to scream.
Even someone as skilled as Feng Xiaotian was caught in the lightning's attack range.
Relying on the flight ability provided by the Gale Twin-Headed Wolf, he desperately dodged left and right, using his agile movements to barely avoid the deadly bolts of lightning.
However, Feng Xiaotian was ultimately just a Soul Emperor; how could he possibly emerge unscathed from an attack by a Title Douluo?
Wounds gradually appeared on Feng Xiaotian's body; his clothes were torn by red lightning, and several dark, bloody holes appeared on his flesh.
In the same wave of attack, the 10,000-strong Flying Army was reduced to less than 5,000, suffering more than half casualties.
Seeing this, Ling Leishi couldn't help but laugh wildly with excitement: "Hahahaha, little brats, now you know the power of a Title Douluo!"
His laughter echoed across the battlefield, filled with smugness and arrogance.
Hearing this, Feng Xiaotian was also shocked, not expecting Ling Leishi to be a Title Douluo.
Without thinking, he blurted out: "What? You're actually a Title Douluo?! But why are you so weak?!"
Feng Xiaotian was puzzled. He had encountered more than a dozen or twenty Title Douluos and was well aware of their power.
Even though he knew the difference between each level of a Title Douluo was enormous, he didn't think the difference was truly that great.
However, his first impression of Ling Leishi wasn't that of a Title Douluo; he seemed more like a Soul Douluo.
If it weren't for those earlier words, he would have genuinely believed Ling Leishi was a Soul Douluo.
Actually, this wasn't entirely Feng Xiaotian's fault for misperceiving.
Ling Leishi had received the so-called inheritance of a third-level god, but this inheritance was merely divine power diluted countless times.
He was originally a Soul Douluo with no hope of becoming a Title Douluo, and after forcibly absorbing that divine power, he forcibly raised his soul power to level ninety.
Furthermore, because he couldn't find a high-age soul beast, and due to his eagerness for quick success, his ninth soul ring only absorbed a 20,000-30,000-year-old Thunder-Attracting Pig.
The soul beast of his ninth soul ring was even inferior to his seventh and eighth soul rings.
He had originally envisioned becoming a Title Douluo and rising rapidly in the Star Luo Empire, trampling those who looked down on him underfoot.
However, in the past two years, he wasn't the only one to have this opportunity; there were over thirty in the Star Luo Empire alone.
Therefore, even after becoming a Title Douluo, he was only one of the weakest among them.
Otherwise, he wouldn't still be just an earl, having to defer to Dai Yutian.
Hearing Feng Xiaotian's words, Ling Lei Shi trembled with rage, his entire pig-like head glowing red and steaming, as if it had been boiled.
Feng Xiaotian's words had struck a nerve.
His weak soul power and low combat strength had made him a frequent target of ridicule from the other newly promoted Title Douluos of the Star Luo Empire.
Ling Lei Shi's eyes turned bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, unleashing his full soul power.
Instantly, red lightning crackled around him, giving him an imposing aura.
"Boy, you're courting death!"
(End of Chapter)
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