"Master, Second Master..."
Yuwen Ying’s eyes were filled with tears as he let out a painful cry.
He drew his sword, ready to charge forward into battle.
The Jade Spirit Snake Princess pulled him back, gazing fearfully at the five thousand troops thundering toward them from afar.
"Brother Ying, you can’t go, the Southern People have a saying, ’As long as the green mountains are preserved, there will always be firewood to burn.’
Don’t let Master Doroghi and Brother Anman die in vain. To avenge this grievance, there’s no rush for revenge at this mont."
"Indeed, Your Highness. Chen Ping has gained montum, his Military Qi is like a dragon, even Master Doroghi, ranked seventeenth on the Earth List, was killed.
In a duel, no one can stop him now. We must exploit our advantages and overco him with strategy.
Otherwise, the consequences will be dire. It’s no longer a matter of whether we can defeat this person, it’s whether we can escape alive."
Yuo Qiu remained relatively calm.
As the strategist, his words focused on the bigger picture, and the blunt truth was not pleasant to hear.
Yuwen Ying was taken aback, as if cold water had doused his head.
He stared for a long while at the Jianghu masters he painstakingly gathered, now shattered by the army’s assault, his heart bleeding.
He finally had to admit it.
This battle was lost.
Utterly defeated.
Sotis, one must accept failure, accept the truth of being less skilled.
Recalling the previous days, when he led masters in pursuit, cornering the enemy with nowhere to escape, he was close to slaying them.
But when the Divine Eagle died, he felt the plan was a failure and thought chasing such a nobody was pointless, thus retreated to Xingqing Prefecture.
Now thinking back, it’s like a dream...
Once, there was a chance to eradicate this major threat.
That was the best opportunity.
And he missed it.
Encountering them again led to losses and setbacks.
Not only was the Azure Dragon Seal, representing great power, taken, but also his relied-upon two teachers and dozens of Jianghu masters—all gone in one battle.
How can one accept this?
"Let’s retreat, only hoping the Cui Family can fend off this foe, otherwise, miss today... with the Azure Dragon Seal’s full power unleashed and troops expanded, it’ll establish firm ground.
Attacking then would be very difficult."
Yuwen Ying forcibly regained calm.
In his heart, he thought, thankfully, his uncle Yuwen Zhao received reinforcents, now ten thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry has broken through the Celestial Gate, capturing Wenyuan Prefecture, one prefecture and eight counties surrendered, and his army grew to fifteen thousand.
If they break Ling Mountain Prefecture, they can threaten Xingqing, intimidate Qingjiang Prefecture, and endanger the Great Li Right Capital.
Facing such a large army, the Cui Family shouldn’t be capricious.
As long as they have ambitions and desires, they will beco a sharp blade for Beizhou...
Yuwen Ying’s gaze swept over Ji Xuange, full of spirit and prestige, sparking a hidden thought.
Yes.
At this mont, he was already worried about his own safety.
Days ago, this royal prince from the Ji Family was ek and submissive, but now, witnessing the need to rely on him to save the day, his aura has shifted.
At once, he pulled out twenty thousand elite troops hidden within Xingqing Prefecture.
This person, though rely showcasing the Cui Family’s foundation, may also be subtly reminding him of a promised commitnt.
"Thirteenth Prince, do not panic, it’s rely five thousand n, truly no match."
"With my uncles taking action, taking Chen Ping’s head is as easy as pie."
Ji Xuange lightly shook his folding fan, nonchalant.
No wonder his confidence, for now, the Three Greats of the Cui Family, three military forces, have encircled from three directions like a tripod.
Just waiting for Chen Ping’s army to charge, diving headfirst into the trap...
When the three sides attack, even if his troops are elite, it’s a dead end.
Moreover, how can others not know the true elite level of the Xuanwu Guard troops? But Ji Xuange surely knows, right?
The Jinghai Prince’s Mansion has held this land for twenty years, the most elite troops have been selected by his father, King Jinghai, into the Jinghai Guard.
The soldiers of the Xuanwu Guard are really just impoverished, pitiful third-rate recruits.
After training by Zhang Lianshan for many years, they’ve gained so Blood Qi.
Yet the gap in Innate Physique and Root Bone ans this army isn’t formidable... they barely surpass a rabble, only slightly.
’What panic?’
The Thirteenth Prince Yuwen Ying muttered, hearing the offensive words.
However, he couldn’t afford to show Ji Xuange any disrespect.
He mustered a poor smile.
"Thank you, Crown Prince, for your utmost efforts. If we triumph in this battle, assisting Beizhou in capturing Xingqing Prefecture, cooperating with my uncle’s army to take the Celestial South. Achieving great rit, no one deserves the title of Southern King more than you."
"Indeed, today’s battle, only victory is acceptable." Ji Xuange’s carefree deanor belies his competence.
Despite his confidence in his side’s troops, he waved, and banners fluttered behind him.
Signal sent, the five thousand troops from Gushan County shouted and launched a flank attack.
Initially engaged were neither Cui Yuhong ahead nor Cui Yulin from Huangye County, but Cui Yuzhe.
The man wielded the Flowing Gold General-Slaying Saber, clad in golden armor, mounted on a yellow horse, Blood Fla flaring on his body, fueled by the Military Qi of two thousand cavalry and three thousand infantry, fiercely charging in wedge formation.
Before engaging, the two thousand cavalry had already nocked arrows, fired two waves, then drew curved sabers, slashing diagonally in an arc.
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