52: I'm sweating, little brother.

Wang Xiu was dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe that the person in front of him would splash him in the face; it made his mouth twist with anger.

However, he still didn't act out in front of Li Tian Ce, because he was afraid of being instantly killed by him.

He retreated all the way to the main seat, putting a safe distance between himself and Li Tian Ce, before finally revealing his fury.

"I advised you kindly, but you wouldn't listen. Since that's the case, don't blame me for taking you down."

As soon as he spoke, the people inside the tent became restless, wanting to show off in front of Wang Xiu.

If they could take down these two now, it would be a meritorious act of saving the emperor, and the position of Duke would be secured in the future.

Seeing the commotion among the crowd, Li Tian Ce looked at Chu Mo, who had been silent since entering the tent, and said, "Chu Ge, if you don't make a move soon, I might snatch the kill."

"What's the rush?" Chu Mo looked at Wang Xiu, who was giving orders to the crowd, and said indifferently, "Just now I was observing where his Luck came from, and whether I could sever and seize it."

Li Tian Ce's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Any results? Can you really sever his Luck and seize it?"

He had a deep understanding of Wang Xiu's outrageous Luck, having experienced tornados, earthquakes, and even heavenly thunderbolts.

Hiss!

It would be a lie to say he wasn't envious!

However, he also knew that good things were always prioritized for the big shots, but if it really worked, he would ask the Empress for help in the future when dealing with her, to seize her Luck.

To Li Tian Ce's question, Chu Mo gave an affirmative answer, "Just now I was looking for a way to seize his Luck. He carries Dragon Qi, also known as national destiny. Although he hasn't established a country, the 300,000-strong army has given his Luck a rudimentary form, so we can try to sever it."

He had been silent just now, not only observing Wang Xiu's Luck but also searching for the method of severing Luck within the Great Expansion Sword Art.

It must be said.

Shen Qingqiu was definitely a Genius; the Great Expansion Sword Art he created was full of practical knowledge.

It even contained methods for severing Luck.

Wang Xiu and the others were confused, but by combining it with folk legends, they were still able to draw some conclusions.

Since ancient times, there has been a folk legend that some people are born with imperial Qi, and the royal family would raise a Dragon-slaying team.

Specifically to sever those with imperial destinies!

So...

"You are a Fangshi!"

"A Fangshi supported by the royal family, specifically for slaying Dragons!"

Facing Chu Mo and Li Tian Ce's unreserved discussion, Wang Xiu's eyes showed an indescribable excitement.

That's right.

It was excitement!

The appearance of the Dragon-slaying team proved that he truly had an imperial destiny, and a real chance to ascend to the Supreme throne.

The other generals in the tent also began to breathe rapidly, because it was stable!

As long as they passed this hurdle today!

They would all be founding heroes in the future!

Feeling the green-eyed gazes cast upon them by the crowd, Li Tian Ce sneered, "Chu Ge, the enemy not only refuses to surrender but also wants to attack us."

"Then kill!"

As soon as Chu Mo's voice fell.

A shocking murderous intent appeared in the tent.

"Come! Protect the commander!"

"Go! As long as we kill these two guys today, we can be granted marquis and become prime ministers!"

"The chance to rise to prominence is today!"

Some generals' eyes were bloodshot, like fire, as they charged towards the two.

The more scholarly strategists shouted to protect the commander next to Wang Xiu, which both showed their importance and attracted the attention of the Outer Sect soldiers.

Leading soldiers to besiege!

"Die!"

The generals inside the tent did not carry their own weapons, but they were wearing armor.

In ancient warfare, the effectiveness of armor was far more important than ordinary weapons.

As long as someone could withstand Li Tian Ce's first spear, the subsequent generals would rush forward and take him down.

Of course, although the first person to take the damage was very dangerous, if he survived, he would definitely be credited with the greatest achievement.

Therefore, everyone, relying on their armor, showed no fear, only striving for the greatest achievement.

"Armor? Is it useful?"

Li Tian Ce looked disdainful. Not to mention that his own martial prowess already far exceeded that of ordinary people, there was also Chu Mo beside him, who was a Cultivator.

Dealing with a group of Mortal martial generals was simple.

The spear light flashed, revealing a cold gleam.

The charging generals were pierced straight through; their armor, in front of the Overlord Spear, was like paper, offering no protection whatsoever.

"This... how is this possible...?"

The three generals whose chests were pierced by the long spear stared at their chests with eyes wide open in death, wanting to speak, but unable to utter a sound.

With a flick of the long spear, Internal Energy vibrated.

All three were shaken into pieces, and their crimson blood splattered all over the faces of the other generals.

The hot-blooded crowd, at this moment, felt their hearts chill by half, and reason once again took over.

"Not bad! Your Internal Energy is profound, you must be close to the Innate realm, right?" Seeing Li Tian Ce's Internal Energy being used with such ease, Chu Mo couldn't help but praise him.

"Just so-so. The reason for such rapid progress is mainly due to Blood Bodhi." Li Tian Ce casually flicked his spear, shaking off the blood, "The Blood Bodhi in this high-martial world is indeed powerful. It heals injuries and increases cultivation if there are no injuries. Unfortunately, only the first three are effective, and the effect gradually halves.

Alas, the early stages of the martial Dao are indeed quite tormenting. They consume too many resources, and progress isn't fast."

Chu Mo didn't take Li Tian Ce's humble words to heart.

Fast Cultivation is fast Cultivation.

In fact, whether it's the martial Dao or the immortal Dao, both are very resource-intensive. Those with good talent progress a thousand miles in a day, while those with poor talent, even after Cultivating for countless years, cannot compare to a Genius who has Cultivated for only a few decades.

As the two chatted and laughed, they showed no regard for the crowd, who were both angry and helpless.

They could only hope that the soldiers outside would arrive quickly.

However, there was no movement whatsoever.

It was as if the outside hadn't heard the commotion inside the military tent, utterly silent, even eerily so.

At this moment.

Even Wang Xiu, who was usually mature and emotionally stable, couldn't help but worry, but he still held a glimmer of hope.

"General Wang, catch the sword!"

General Wang, the only one in the entire camp with a sword, threw his sword to a tall but not burly man.

This man was his only reliance.

A being proficient in all kinds of weapons, capable of taking the head of an enemy general from amidst ten thousand troops by himself.

However, even when Wang Xiu's sword fell to the ground, he didn't move an inch.

No, it could even be said that...

From the moment Chu Mo and Li Tian Ce entered the main tent, he hadn't said a single word or made any movement, merely standing up from his seat with everyone else.

Other than that, there were no other actions.

"General Wang, don't just stand there! Catch the sword quickly!" Someone stamped their foot in anxiety.

"Here, General Wang, take this, then go up and slay these two bandits. After this battle, you will be the greatest hero." Someone simply picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and forcefully tried to push it into his hand.

But his fists were tightly clenched, giving the other party no chance to put the sword in his hand, and his gaze remained fixed on Chu Mo.

If anyone could remove his armor, they would find that his back was already soaked with sweat.

Chu Mo looked at General Wang and said indifferently, "Why don't you take the sword? You might truly be able to use this sword to kill us and gain a prosperous future."