The spearhead sliced through the air with a whistling sound, aiming straight for the heart of the barbarian soldier.

The barbarian soldier's face changed drastically, never expecting this unassuming little soldier of the Great Yan to possess such speed and strength. It was too late to dodge.

"Thud!"

The iron spear pierced through the beast-hide armor, stabbing into flesh and blood.

The immense force drove the barbarian soldier back, slamming him heavily against the battlement.

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Li Xuancang twisted his wrist forcefully and then yanked the spear out with a swift motion.

"Ah!"

Blood spurted out as the barbarian soldier's eyes widened, filled with unwillingness and disbelief. His body slid down the wall, dead.

The first one!

Li Xuancang panted heavily, feeling the soreness and numbness in his arm.

Although he had gained strength recently, killing a barbarian soldier still took a lot out of him.

This was partly because the barbarian soldier underestimated him; otherwise, he wouldn't have succeeded so easily.

Li Xuancang's gaze swept across the battlefield, devoid of any pity, only coldness.

Two more to go!

As long as he killed two more barbarians, he could enter the regular army status and receive the salary and privileges to protect his family.

"Get him together, kill him."

Not far away, two barbarian soldiers, seeing their comrade killed, flew into a rage.

They both swung their scimitars, closing in on Li Xuancang from left and right, their attacks fierce, leaving no room for escape.

Li Xuancang's expression was serious, yet he showed no fear.

After the previous battle, he had become fully familiar with the power within him, greatly boosting his confidence.

Facing the scimitars attacking from both sides, he dodged nimbly, using his iron spear to stab or smash, relying on his extraordinary strength to continuously neutralize their attacks.

"Clang!"

The iron spear slammed into a barbarian soldier's scimitar, the immense force directly cracking his grip, sending the scimitar flying.

"Die."

Seizing the opportunity, Li Xuancang stepped forward, his iron spear sweeping horizontally, smashing heavily into the neck of the barbarian soldier.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound echoed as the barbarian soldier's neck twisted, killing him instantly.

The second one!

The last remaining barbarian soldier, seeing this, was filled with fear, his face changing drastically as he turned to flee down the wall.

"Trying to escape?"

Li Xuancang snorted coldly, quickly pursuing, and hurled his iron spear with all his might.

The iron spear shot through the air like a meteor, piercing through the barbarian soldier's back, pinning him to the ground.

The third one!

In just a moment, three fierce barbarian soldiers had all fallen at Li Xuancang's hands.

This scene was witnessed by Wang Tianshan, who stood not far away, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which soon turned to approval.

"Good lad, ruthless and decisive, you've got some skills."

Li Xuancang's strength was slightly superior to the barbarians, but it was his fearless determination that allowed him to kill three barbarians, a determination necessary to survive on the battlefield.

The surrounding conscripts were even more shocked, staring at Li Xuancang in disbelief.

No one expected that this usually quiet and seemingly weak conscript would be so formidable, killing three barbarians in a row.

Li Xuancang approached the bodies of the barbarians he had slain, pulling out his spear and shaking off the blood.

Having killed three, he was exhausted, his body aching, but his eyes were filled with eagerness.

Having killed enough, he was now eligible to become a regular combat soldier of the Great Yan.

At that moment, the barbarian assault below the wall grew fiercer.

Dozens of figures exuding a fierce aura mingled with the barbarian army, charging towards the wall.

"Not good, the barbarians have deployed cultivators, get out of the way."

"Run."

"Move aside."

"…"

Dozens of barbarian cultivators charged forward, their aura far surpassing that of ordinary people, terrifying like beasts, causing everyone to flee in panic, abandoning their armor.

Even the regular combat soldiers hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to confront them.

Cultivators had surpassed ordinary people, not something regular folks could handle.

"Stop your arrogance."

At the same time, a dozen individuals from the Great Yan Dynasty's army rushed out, each one no weaker than the barbarians.

Both sides' soldiers instinctively stepped aside, leaving the battlefield to these cultivators.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"…"

The two sides clashed quickly, engaging in fierce combat.

They looked no different from ordinary people, but the power they unleashed was astonishing, each move carrying an irresistible force.

"Is this what cultivators are? A single move could kill me."

Li Xuancang watched from the side, his pupils dilating, his mind shaken.

He knew of the existence of cultivators, but it was his first time witnessing them in action up close.

These cultivators were terrifying, possessing the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards barehanded, like humanoid beasts.

"I have a long way to go."

Witnessing the terror of cultivators, Li Xuancang realized the vast gap between himself and them.

Others were equally stunned, filled with longing and envy.

Cultivators had surpassed ordinary people, holding a high status in the Great Yan Dynasty.

They were exempt from all taxes and could protect their families.

If they joined the Imperial Court, they could at least become officials.

The Great Yan Dynasty favored cultivators for a reason.

Cultivators were incredibly destructive; as long as they were appeased, the world could be stable, and even if the people were dissatisfied, they couldn't cause much trouble.

For this reason, countless people dreamed of becoming cultivators, changing their fate, and elevating their families.

But becoming a cultivator required not only talent but also a significant investment of money.

Ordinary people struggled to survive, often selling their children, with no extra money for cultivation.

This led to the strong remaining strong, while the weak stayed weak, unable to change.

"Kill!"

The fierce battle continued, with casualties on both sides.

"Can cultivators die too?"

Seeing a cultivator beheaded, Li Xuancang was deeply shocked, his mind reeling.

In his eyes, cultivators were high and mighty, wielding inhuman power, yet they too could die in battle.

This scene deeply affected him, intensifying his desire for power.

Cultivators died because they weren't strong enough; only by becoming invincible could he survive in this cruel, chaotic world and protect everything he wanted to safeguard.

Unknowingly, Li Xuancang's mindset shifted, his sole focus on becoming stronger.

"Retreat!"

After a long battle, seeing they couldn't defeat the Great Yan Dynasty, the barbarians ordered a retreat.

The barbarian army, upon receiving the order, retreated swiftly like a tide.

"Great, the barbarians are retreating."

"Hahaha, we won."

"Woo, we survived."

"…"

As the barbarian army withdrew, the survivors erupted in cheers, grateful to be alive.