The Villainesses Are All On My Side, How Can You Compete With Me? - Chapter 26:

Chapter 26: Battle Spirit Slays Battle Marquis, Battle King Arrives

Luo Li’s dagger pierced the general’s throat, blood splattering as his eyes widened in disbelief. He had never imagined that he would be decapitated by the enemy inside his own camp.

“General!”

“Damn it, die!”

Several officers beside him turned pale and rushed toward Luo Li, but she remained perfectly calm. She knew that someone stood behind her.

“Anyone who touches her dies.”

A cold voice echoed as a shadow appeared beside Luo Li—it was Liu Bai. Staring at the charging officers, he threw a punch.

Overlord Fist!

Boom!

With the power of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable Body, the combat art erupted with strength far beyond any high-level technique. Several officers were blasted away, their bones shattering before they dropped dead on the spot.

“It’s him!” “That demon! He’s inside the camp!” “Heavens! Run!”

The soldiers who recognized Liu Bai’s face from the battlefield turned pale and fled in terror. But it was already too late.

At that moment, the blazing smoke from the burning granary served as the signal for Luo Feng. His eyes lit up as he led his troops into a charge. “Kill!” “Leave no one from the Northern Xiongnu army alive!” Luo Feng and Li Xiao led the assault personally.

The Northern Xiongnu troops were busy trying to extinguish the fire and had fallen into chaos after their commanders were assassinated. Now, Luo Feng’s forces descended upon them, leaving them terrified. Especially with Liu Bai behind them, their morale collapsed instantly.

“Dammit!”

A furious roar shook the camp as a man in leather armor charged out. The aura emanating from him was completely different from that of the other officers. Liu Bai immediately pulled Luo Li behind him.

“This aura… Battle Sect? No… Battle Marquis!” Luo Li’s face changed. “It must be the real commander of the Northern Xiongnu army! Brother Liu Bai, don’t fight him head-on—fall back and regroup with Father!”

Their mission was already complete. With Luo Feng’s army arriving, even the Battle Marquis would fall. There was no need to take unnecessary risks.

“Trying to run? Impossible!”

The man in leather armor sneered. In a flash, he appeared before Liu Bai and Luo Li, his palm striking forward as his spiritual energy surged, manifesting into a giant white wolf’s shadow.

Liu Bai didn’t dodge. Stepping forward with his Battle Spirit cultivation, he clenched his fist and met the attack head-on.

Bang!

Their fists collided, releasing a violent shockwave. The white wolf phantom shattered as the man stumbled backward, staring at Liu Bai in disbelief. “How… how is this possible?! He’s just a Battle Spirit… how can he fight me, a Battle Marquis, head-on?!”

It was completely illogical. Luo Li was stunned too. “Brother Liu Bai… you’re so strong!”

Liu Bai’s gaze locked onto the Battle Marquis. He activated the Primordial Heavenly Venerable Body, golden energy flowing over his skin as divine light radiated from him. Behind him, a towering Heavenly Venerable phantom loomed, its aura dominating heaven and earth.

At this moment, even though he was only a Battle Spirit, his presence surpassed that of emperors who commanded millions.

“A’Li, watch closely. Today, I’ll show you… a Battle Spirit slaying a Battle Marquis.” Liu Bai spoke coldly.

For the first time, he fully unleashed the Primordial Heavenly Venerable Body. In a single step, he appeared before the leather-armored man, his speed beyond comprehension—even the Battle Marquis couldn’t keep up.

“What kind of movement technique is this?!” the man cried out.

Liu Bai’s fist came down—no fancy moves, just pure overwhelming power. The impact sent the Battle Marquis flying backward again.

“Curse you! Moon Wolf Fist!”

The man roared as his aura flared, his Battle Marquis power erupting completely. A massive white wolf manifested, howling to the sky as a full moon appeared above it—the signature high-grade technique of the Moon Wolf Tribe.

“Overlord Fist.”

Liu Bai’s voice was calm.

As his fist came down, the phantom of the white wolf shattered instantly. The Battle Marquis swallowed hard, then leapt into the air. “I am a Battle Marquis! I can fly! You’re just a Battle Spirit—you can’t. Let’s see how you fight me now!”

He felt a slight sense of relief. The ability to fly was the greatest advantage of the Battle Marquis realm. Without it, Liu Bai shouldn’t stand a chance.

“Heh, who told you Battle Spirits can’t fly?”

Liu Bai sneered coldly. Behind him, the phantom of Kunpeng wings emerged. With a single flap, he soared into the air like a divine Kunpeng, faster than he was on the ground.

Kunpeng Divine Art!

Whoosh!

He appeared in front of the Battle Marquis in an instant. Under the man’s terrified gaze, Liu Bai raised his fist and smashed down.

Boom!

The man was hammered straight from midair into the ground, spitting blood violently.

“Impossible! You’re just a Battle Spirit—how can you fly?! What kind of sorcery is this?!”

Liu Bai sneered. “Frog at the bottom of a well.”

He shot down like a meteor, fists raining down like a torrential storm. Each strike glowed with golden energy, shaking the air and exploding with overwhelming power.

With every hit, the Battle Marquis spat more blood, his injuries worsening until, at last, he was beaten to death.

A Battle Marquis—slain by a Battle Spirit.

Liu Bai had crossed two major realms and killed him effortlessly, completely unscathed.

Everyone who witnessed it felt their heads spin, unable to believe what had just happened.

In the shadows, An Long, who had been preparing to step in, quietly withdrew his hand and slipped it into his pocket, staring at Liu Bai in growing disbelief. “Just what kind of monster has the Liu family produced?”

That Liu Bai had once slain a Battle Sect was already shocking enough—but now, he had killed a Battle Marquis. It was terrifying.

Meanwhile, Luo Feng’s army was slaughtering the remaining Northern Xiongnu troops. The battle was overwhelmingly in Great Zhou’s favor, and total annihilation seemed certain.

But suddenly, from the rear of the Northern Xiongnu army, an incomparably vast aura burst forth—a wave of divine pressure rolling across the battlefield.

A massive character, “王” (King), appeared in the sky, radiating divine brilliance across half the field.

“That’s a divine mark—it’s the Battle King!”