The Records Of The Human Emperor Chapter 791
Chapter 791: Dusong Mangpojes Fear I
Chapter 791: Dusong Mangpoje's Fear! (I)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Do you think you can escape?"
Dusong Mangpoje inwardly sneered. He had only needed a glance to recognize Wang Chong's back.
In the distance, Wang Chong seemed to sense something, his body shivering as Dusong Mangpoje's eyes locked onto him. He inadvertently turned his head to look, and those eyes that had always been so calm and wise finally revealed a tinge of deep panic and fear.
In the face of absolute strength, all plans and tactics were merely the toys of children.
Only Great Generals could deal with Great Generals. Wang Chong had been able to use certain methods to control Fumeng Lingcha's movements, using the Great General of Qixi to hold down Dusong Mangpoje. For this, Dusong Mangpoje deeply admired him.
"Alas, you underestimated the daring of a Great General, and underestimated Fumeng Lingcha's determination to kill you. For these reasons, you are bound to die here."
Dusong Mangpoje grinned as he looked at the youth. To have offended so many Great Generals on both sides of the border was a feat that only this youth of the Great Tang could have accomplished. No matter how overflowing with talent one was, anyone that was too brash and arrogant was doomed to be short-lived, cut down mid-flight.
Dusong Mangpoje leapt forward, leaving countless blurs in the air. When he next appeared, he was several dozen zhang away. When Dusong Mangpoje truly began to move, he was countless times faster than a warhorse, the only drawback being that he would consume a great deal of Stellar Energy.
Perhaps Wang Chong could have escaped if he had left right from the start, but it was impossible to escape from right under his eyes.
"Little friend, why are you in such a rush? It's been several months since our meeting in the capital. Let's chat about old times."
Dusong Mangpoje's voice was not loud, yet it could be heard throughout the steel fortress. His body exuded a vast sea of energy that filled the fortress to the bursting, his divine strength intimidating everyone present. Cries of panic and fear filled the fortress, mixing together with the sounds of wooden and steel racks being knocked over.
The eight thousand craftsmen were in chaos, and even the Wushang Cavalry that had entered the fortress were scattering!
Dusong Mangpoje had originally been somewhat cautious and vigilant, but when he saw this scene, all hesitation left him. True or false, authentic or feigned panic, real fear or faked fear an Imperial Great General like Dusong Mangpoje could distinguish these things at a glance.
The most important part of an army was its formation. With Wang Chong's Wushang Cavalry in such disorder, fleeing in every direction, even if they really were up to something, they were essentially crippling themselves with these actions. Once his army opened the gates and entered, even the formidable Wushang Cavalry would have their fates sealed.
Dusong Mangpoje immediately began to streak through the air like a lightning bolt, leaving a long white trail of energy as he charged toward the rear gate. Majestic Stellar Energy tore at the sky, the air shrieking at his passage. Behind Dusong Mangpoje, the faint image of a plateau and snowy mountains could be seen. Lightning was crackling over the plateau as a spider web of electricity in the air, constantly cleaving down at the plateau, each strike making Dusong Mangpoje's figure seem even more imposing, enigmatic, and powerful.
Shadows began to emerge on Dusong Mangpoje's hand, condensing into a massive black and monstrous claw.
There were many legends about the Tibetan Plateau, and the Zhangzhung Dynasty was only one of them. Before this dynasty, it was said that countless strange monsters of all shapes and sizes used to dwell on the plateau. In the end, the legends of these monsters became the supreme techniques of the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple.
Dusong Mangpoje had learned one of these supreme techniques, and this technique was one of the reasons he was able to sit firmly on the plateau, becoming one of the -Tsang Empire's few Imperial Great Generals.
With no Fumeng Lingcha to fear, Dusong Mangpoje needed only one strike to finish off the greatest threat that the -Tsang Empire had ever faced.
"Young Master Wang, accept your fate!"
Dusong Mangpoje's voice was still echoing in the air when another furious voice butted in.
"That brat's life is mine!"
The voice pealed through the city like thunder. There was a flash of light behind Dusong Mangpoje as another muscular and divine figure appeared on the wall. That person's eyes were blazing with an intimidating light, and even at this distance, they were still capable of striking fear into any onlookers.
Dayan Mangban was a Brigadier General and was still quite a bit weaker than Dusong Mangpoje, but in terms of desire to kill Wang Chong, Dusong Mangpoje was left in Dayan Mangban's dust. Boom! Dayan Mangban shot from the walls like he had been fired from a cannon.
Before this operation, Dayan Mangban had never met Wang Chong and was only killing him because the Tsenpo had ordered it, but now, this was no longer a simple mission.
There was a metal rumbling that instantly caught the attention of both Dusong Mangpoje and Dayan Mangban. They both trembled for a moment and noticed that the rear gate of the fortress had opened a sliver, and Wang Chong seemed on the verge of running out.
There was no more time to think. Both Dusong Mangpoje and Dayan Mangban pushed their Stellar Energy to the limits, exploding through the air. Both Brigadier General and Great General moved with extreme speeds. Dusong Mangpoje was hailed as the Eagle of the Steppe, and when his identity had been exposed in the capital of the Great Tang, he had fled all the way from there back to the plateau, so one could easily imagine how fast he was.
Buzz! Dusong Mangpoje's dantian exploded with energy, and he left a long trail behind him as he instantly traveled two hundred zhang. With another flash, another two hundred zhang had been covered. In just the blink of an eye, Wang Chong was now not even fifty zhang from him.
When an Imperial Great General was using all their strength to chase after a single person, that was a speed that was terrifying to just think about. Dusong Mangpoje was like a shooting star, so fast that the eyes could no longer keep up. Whether it was Wang Chong and his Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, the Brigadier General Dayan Mangban, or the future Invincible Great General, no one in this triangular gap could match Dusong Mangpoje's speed.
Suddenly, when he was only thirty zhang from Wang Chong, Dusong Mangpoje's eyes widened, and he felt a strange sensation. His eyes scanning the area, he quickly noticed two elderly figures standing by the gate.
These two men didn't seem like craftsmen or foremen. One was dressed in a black robe and had a head of black hair and a grim expression. The other was dressed in a faded robe of hemp, his hair white and his expression tough and inflexible. Neither of them seemed very young, the profusion of wrinkles on their face indicating that they were at least sixty. Moreover, the white-haired man had turbid eyes, so he was at least eighty years old.
In this city full of nervous people fleeing in every direction, even Wang Chong running for his life, only these two elders remained still, standing to the left and right of the rear gate. Their eyes were calm, and not only were they not running, they were looking at him, apparently waiting for him to pass. They were a stark contrast to the rest of the people in the city.
Dusong Mangpoje's pupils constricted, and for a moment, he doubted. But he quickly cast this thought to the back of his mind. No matter how suspicious these two elders were, to an Imperial Great General, they were no concern at all.
At the most, if they dared to try and stop him, he would just crush them.
Behind him, the gate was opening. The White Braves had scaled the walls and had succeeded in opening the main gate, allowing the tens of thousands of Tibetan cavalry to surge in. At this stage, the Tibetans had finally won.
Hearing the roars behind him, Dusong Mangpoje no longer hesitated. The Stellar Energy in his dantian erupted as he rushed toward the rear gate.
He could see that Wang Chong wasn't very far now. As long as he could kill this Young Marquis, he could complete the Tsenpo's mission and wash away -Tsang's humiliation.
"What an arrogant Tibetan." At this moment, the black-robed elder to the right suddenly spoke. "He's just at the peak of the Saint Martial realm. I can't even count the number of experts of his level that I've killed. Does a junior of forty-some years of age really think that no one can hold him down?" His eyes were cold, and even someone of Dusong Mangpoje's cultivation level couldn't but feel a chill in his heart.
"Brother Zhang, do not blame him." The white-haired elder on the left began to move his lips as well. "-Tsang is far from the Central Plains, so it is very normal that he does not know about how Brother Zhang wreaked havoc on the sects, how so many people would pale in fear at the mention of your name. The Young Marquis has come this time with the intent of vanquishing -Tsang and resolving the Great Tang's troubles. Although I am aged, if I am able to assist the Great Tang and the people of the Central Plains, then I would be willing to die ten thousand deaths. Let us assist him by taking care of this problem."
When this pair began to speak, Dusong Mangpoje instantly felt a very eerie and bizarre feeling. As a peak Saint Martial realm expert, Dusong Mangpoje could travel vast distances in the blink of an eye. In normal circumstances, these people shouldn't have even been able to finish saying a word, much less spit out whole sentences.
But not only had they managed to finish their thoughts, there had even been time for the one on the right to speak first and the one on the left to follow him. This was the first time Dusong Mangpoje had ever encountered such a bizarre situation, and he felt like he was seeing ghosts.
But the most shocking thing of all was yet to take place
Like an extremely dangerous beast from prehistory tearing off its disguise and revealing its true face, an inconceivably powerful energy began to explode from the black-robed elder on the right.