The Indian general was momentarily doubting his life.
What's going on?
Is the teaching pressure in the Tang Dynasty this high now?
They're still teaching at the city gate even during a war?
And this teacher... is he the legendary Wolf Fang?
The Indian general didn't care; a teacher, a group of farmers and fishermen who popped out from who knows where.
The Indian general waved his hand and roared:
"A bunch of mortals who don't know the meaning of death, facing disaster, yet still putting on airs!"
"Kill them all, slaughter every last person in Fengxue City!"
At the Indian general's command, the 300,000-strong army surged in like a tide.
Looking at the swarming soldiers before him, the teacher coldly snorted and tossed aside the book in his hand.
"Students, this is an experimental lesson."
Suddenly, he let out a furious roar, transforming on the spot into a gigantic wolf, fully three zhang tall.
His wolf eyes fixed on the Indian general, filled with icy killing intent.
"Next, it's hunting time!"
The Indian general's face turned green.
What the heck!
This guy is a teacher?
Is the Tang Dynasty so wild now that they can hire such a powerful, ancient-blooded Fengxue Wolf King!
Even an adult is a top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator, and what's more, this old fellow's transformation technique is so skilled, he's probably already at the Void Refinement realm!
The Indian general panicked. At that moment, he knew they had walked into an ambush.
Fengxue City, what a perfect scheme to lure the enemy in, trapping them like turtles in a jar!
The Indian general sensed that the battle was not going well and quickly ordered a retreat.
However, it was already too late.
The teacher didn't hold back, transforming into a streak of afterimage.
The next second, the Fengxue Wolf King's gigantic figure appeared a hundred meters away, a struggling Indian general dangling from his mouth.
Then, he tilted his head back and swallowed.
Only when the Indian general's head fell down did he manage to see the eight large characters written on the blackboard next to the platform.
"Study hard, kill enemies well, improve every day."
The Indian general died.
Even in death, he didn't understand why the Great Tang had such cohesion, why even a wolf would voluntarily come out to teach and kill enemies?
This... is not reasonable...
The Fengxue Wolf King gazed at the 300,000 cavalry charging in. On his wolf face, there was still a hint of righteousness, and one could vaguely see the elegance of the teacher he had been.
"Confucius said: Those who offend our Great Tang, no matter how far away, shall be exterminated!"
"Although I am but a scholar, seeing you slaughter the city and harm lives, how is such behavior any different from beasts?"
"Now you are violating the harmony of heaven, annihilating you is truly acting on behalf of heaven, kill!"
The Fengxue Wolf King's ten-meter-tall body charged into the 300,000 cavalry, slaughtering and killing with abandon.
The students behind the Fengxue Wolf King were getting anxious.
"Charge! We can't let them run away, my final grade depends on this!"
"Hehe, bonus question, free points, these are all pure white scores, I'll take them first."
"Confucius said: Even if there are ten thousand people, I will still go!"
The next second, the sweeping aunt, holding a three-foot-long green sword, took the lead in attacking.
"How can you sweep the world if you can't even sweep a room? Don't worry, I'll collect your corpses!"
Sword Qi swept across thirty thousand miles, a single sword chilling nineteen provinces!
With one sword, a thousand heads fell, good lives returning to their roots like fallen leaves.
This is the sweeping aunt?!
Suddenly, someone in the cavalry army exclaimed:
"Wait, isn't that the sword of the Jianhao family of the Indian Buddhist kingdom? Weren't they exterminated?!"
The sweeping aunt raised her head, her face beautiful, although weathered by a hundred years, time never defeats beauty.
She was once born into the Jianhao family of India, but since birth, she was labeled as evil by the Indian Buddhist kingdom, and her entire family was slaughtered!
On that snowy night, she saw her parents' corpses being discarded like garbage.
She saw a huge butcher knife slashing towards her.
The young her was terrified, waiting for the arrival of death.
However, that butcher knife was ultimately shattered by a paper fan.
A righteous and dignified, refined and amiable middle-aged man appeared before her, smiling and extending his hand to her.
"The world is vast, hatred is boundless, come with me."
"Where to?"
"Home."
The sweeping aunt never let go of her hatred, but she fell in love with this pure land of the Great Tang, she would not let hatred blind her eyes.
Until today, she drew her sword for the first time.
She had sworn to that Ziye that her sword was for protection, not a weapon stained with revenge.
After her, the farmer didn't say a word, he just came up and threw a punch, two punches, three punches at a cavalry soldier!
After three punches, the cavalry soldier was unharmed, but countless cavalry soldiers in a straight line behind him exploded on the spot, turning into ashes.
The farmer grinned.
"These are the Farmer's Three Punches I just practiced, sweet or not?"
Sweet, very sweet!
Of course, it's sweet, he was originally a farmer, his good land was occupied by demons, and he almost froze to death on the streets.
It was that one who passed by, saved the farmer, and taught the farmer a set of boxing techniques.
He vaguely remembered the first time they met,
Ziye also left him with a sentence.
"If you're ugly, you need to read more books."
Then, the farmer was arranged to be by the teacher's side, practicing this set of boxing techniques.
And now, with one punch, the earth cracks!
With two punches, the stars shift!
With three punches, dragons and snakes overturn!
Of course, that's what the boxing manual said, but the farmer always felt that he probably read the books wrong.
However, it was enough.
The chef jumped up and slashed down with his pig-slaughtering knife.
A hundred-odd iron cavalry were instantly torn to pieces.
The chef was just a simple chef, no one taught him, and no Ziye took him in.
He was just a pig slaughterer who had seen too much of the grievances and love affairs of the martial world, hiding his name.
He came out of the mountain only because he didn't want the beautiful scenery and gentle people to disappear before his eyes.
The knife for slaughtering pigs is for slaughtering pigs.
In the chef's opinion, these people died well, they were not wasted.
So the chef came.
The 300,000 cavalry were already leaderless, and seeing such terrifying existences, their faces turned black on the spot.
A teacher?
A sweeping aunt?
A farming farmer?
A pig-slaughtering chef?
Each of these people is at least a Golden Core cultivator, and that Fengxue Wolf King has even exceeded their imagination, even exceeding the Nascent Soul realm!
Is the internal competition in the Great Tang so intense now?
Golden Core realm experts have to go slaughter pigs?
Run, we must run, if we don't run, we'll lose half our men here!
However, they turned their heads and suddenly saw a hundred-odd people, each riding the wind, rushing over from afar.
They just happened to be blocking the retreat of the 300,000 cavalry!
Mighty and powerful, filled with murderous intent!
