Chapter 2027 - 2026: You Dare Challenge Me?

Chapter 2027: Chapter 2026: You Dare Challenge Me?

Li Feng glanced at the sky. From morning till dusk they had practically been fighting for an entire day, yet the defenses of the Shaking Mountain Camp were still impregnable; countless Demon Clan troops had crashed against it like moths to a flame, ending up with their heads broken and blood flowing.

"Wait a little longer."

Li Feng still did not give the order.

The Three Marshals’ main camp.

"Lion Commander, is that brat from the Fire Phoenix Clan butting heads with the Shaking Mountain Camp opposite us?" Wanyan Tiemu looked at the sky, already nearing dusk; in the past, by this time they would have long since sounded the horn for retreat.

After all, the Demon Clan side had never expected to take First Line Pass in one fell swoop with just this cannon fodder. If First Line Pass were really that easy to attack, it would never have become the bulwark guarding the Southern side of Ancestor Dragon City.

Wanyan Xiu gazed at the continuously raging battle ahead, and at Feng Yang, who sat in command at the rear with not the slightest intention of ordering retreat.

"Perhaps. The Shaking Mountain Camp of Ancestor Dragon City truly lives up to its name; no wonder this unit once clashed head‑on with the Barbaric Bull Heavy Cavalry and still did not collapse under their charge."

"With the terrain of First Line Pass as it is, it is extremely favorable for defense. Now that the enemy is digging in near the mountain choke point, we have no way to outflank them at all; a frontal assault plays right into their hands."

"There’s no way Feng Yang can’t see that. Since he sees it, why is he still ordering the Demon Clan troops under his command to attack? This has already far exceeded the limits of him just wanting to screen out some elites; it looks more like he’s acting on impulse, doesn’t it?"

Wanyan Tiemu said.

"Acting on impulse?"

Wanyan Xiu smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying it.

Time trickled by bit by bit. The Golden Crow was about to sink in the west, evening clouds had already risen at the edge of the sky, dyeing half the heavens red.

Because of the mountain wall on one side, the entire Shaking Mountain Camp was shrouded in shadow, as if fused into one with the mountain.

"Blow the cow horn horn, pass down the order to retreat."

"Yes."

With that order, the Demon Clan warriors who had been jammed outside the mountain pass were instantly like men granted amnesty; at last they did not have to keep smashing themselves against that wall of bronze and iron opposite.

The Demon Clan warriors withdrew in waves like the receding tide.

"Camp Master, should we pursue?"

Next to him, a young general of the Yang Family was still blood‑energy surging to the heavens; far from showing the fatigue of a day of fierce battle, he was instead full of vigor, his battle intent blazing.

Yang Dian looked at the retreating Demon Clan forces. Hearing the horn for retreat, it was as if the taut strings in these demons had all snapped. If they pursued and slaughtered now, they could absolutely smash the enemy’s morale.

A single wave of harvesting, and they might even cut down several thousand Demon Clan troops.

But Yang Dian did not grow arrogant and charge recklessly. Compared to killing a few thousand demons, the Shaking Mountain Camp behind him was without doubt far more important.

The reason the Yang Family had come to this First Line Pass was precisely because they had calculated that this southern pass was the easiest to defend. With the Shaking Mountain Camp of the Yang Family occupying the terrain advantage, they could bring out two‑hundred percent of their combat strength.

Let alone this Demon Clan cannon fodder; even if the Demon Clan elites came, Yang Dian still had the confidence to clash head‑on.

But if they pursued out, losing the terrain advantage with no natural defenses, then no matter how much the Shaking Mountain Camp was like a wall of bronze and iron, it could not withstand attacks from all directions.

He had no intention of exposing such a flaw to the enemy.

Besides, today was already enough to make the Shaking Mountain Camp famous in one battle, utterly crushing the Ming Guang Camp that had fought previously.

"We end it here for today. Prepare to withdraw back into First Line Pass. Today we have slain tens of thousands of Demon Clan troops—congratulations to my Shaking Mountain Camp."

"Shaking Mountain, invincible!"

Yang Dian naturally would not let slip this chance to make a name; he directly swung the battle blade in his hand.

"Shaking Mountain, invincible!"

"Shaking Mountain, invincible!"

The warriors of the Shaking Mountain Camp behind him, hearing Yang Dian’s shout, were all stirred in spirit. They had practically wiped out tens of thousands of Demon Clan troops while taking almost no losses; this pride was enough to kindle a surge of arrogance in them.

Shaking Mountain, invincible.

Yet at this moment—

The tidal‑like Demon Clan army in retreat suddenly seemed to be split by a sharp blade; countless demons stepped aside to both flanks. As large numbers of Demon Clan troops fell back, the Horned Rhinoceros beast striding forward to meet them instead instantly became the focus of all eyes.

Beside the Horned Rhinoceros, there was a stalwart middle‑aged man holding its lead rope, and on its back sat a youth, the three of them strolling towards the Shaking Mountain Camp before First Line Pass as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.

"Camp Master, look!"

The deputy general at Yang Dian’s side naturally noticed this combination of one man, one mount, and one servant. Against the backdrop of tens of thousands of troops in retreat, such a trio moving upstream was impossible to miss.

"I see them."

Yang Dian narrowed his eyes, looking at the approaching figures.

A short while later.

The Horned Rhinoceros led by Chong Xuan stopped less than thirty meters in front of the Shaking Mountain Camp; the Demon Clan troops pulling back behind also halted one after another, turning to watch.

"The Shaking Mountain Camp of Ancestor Dragon City truly is formidable. You’ve caused tens of thousands of the Demon Clan sons under my command to break their spears in the sand and smash their heads bloody, yet still failed to bite off even a corner of the Shaking Mountain Camp."

"On that alone, Shaking Mountain Camp deserves to be called elite."

Yang Dian stepped forward three paces, solitary and arrogant like a Wolf King. He slung the battle blade in his hand over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth curling with a trace of unruly contempt as he looked at Li Feng opposite.

"What the hell are you supposed to be, that you think you’re worthy to pick apart and comment on my Shaking Mountain Camp? Even if everything you said is the plain truth."

Yang Dian was not polite in the slightest.

"My name is Feng Yang."

"Your Shaking Mountain Camp may be impressive, but you’ve made me lose a lot of face. How about this: let your Shaking Mountain Camp take a few of my blades and let me vent a bit. How about it?"

Yang Dian was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing; he laughed for a full ten seconds before finally stopping, then looked at Li Feng with open disdain.

"I don’t care which ’Yang’ you are. You wanting face has nothing to do with me. And you still want to cross blades with my Shaking Mountain Camp?" Yang Dian finished speaking and directly pointed the big blade resting on his shoulder at Li Feng.

"Just you alone think you’re worthy?"

"Since you can’t swallow this tone, I’ll take a few of your blades and see how many pounds and ounces you’ve got that you dare spout off here."

Yang Dian said with a cold laugh.

"That bastard, what is he doing?"

Even though there were several hundred meters between them, standing atop the pass they could still clearly see Li Feng sitting alone on the Horned Rhinoceros outside the pass, in front of the Shaking Mountain Camp.

Ouyang Qiuhai reached out and tugged at Sikong Yu’s sleeve beside him.

"He’s practically begging to be hated. Does he still plan on coming back in the future or not?"

Sikong Yu’s cold eyes gazed out beyond the pass. She too could not quite see through what was in Li Feng’s heart. He seemed to have little sense of belonging to Ancestor Dragon City, but that still wasn’t enough reason for him to defect to the Demon Clan.

Besides, how could the Demon Clan so easily trust his defection?

Li Feng let out a breath and grabbed the hilt of a blade by the Horned Rhinoceros’ spine. This was a blade forged by Li Feng himself, made entirely following the manufacture of a Miao Blade.

The material used was some Molten Ore he had obtained from the underground Fire Meridian of the Molten Lava Volcano. After all, that volcano lacked many things, but top‑grade mineral deposits were not among them.

Especially within the Earth Veins, where the contained Golden Crystal Flame was an excellent Fire Element ore. When Li Feng was reshaping his body, he discovered these ores and casually collected some.

This blade was currently only a semi‑finished product, but its hardness and toughness were more than enough for Li Feng to swing and hack with. At the very least, it would not melt from a single slash under the Phoenix Flame Power.