"marshal!"
Chen Huaishuo rushed forward and blocked Zhao Qingcang's path.
At this mont, the old man's eyes were filled with tears and anxiety.
"You can't go!"
"You are the Commander-in-Chief of the three armies! You are the pillar of strength for the Great Xia! If sothing happens to you, how can we fight this war?"
"That Qin Ze Duoyilang... the intelligence says he's a resurrected being! He possesses the peak condition he had in his youth!"
"But you..."
Chen Huaishuo choked up and couldn't continue.
But you are already over seventy years old.
His body suffered nurous hidden injuries.
What can you use to fight a monster that has returned to its peak?
Everyone knows that.
The marshal's journey is fraught with peril.
It could even be said that there was no chance of survival.
"Yes, Marshal! Let us go!"
"We have magic cannons! We have formations! I refuse to believe we can't kill him!"
Other generals also surrounded them, trying to stop them.
Zhao Qingcang looked at his old subordinates who had followed him for many years and suddenly smiled.
That was a smile of relief.
"Get out of the way."
"You can't stop ."
"A battle between him and is inevitable."
"This is fate, and it cannot be avoided."
Zhao Qingcang paused, then looked through the window toward the port gate.
There, he could sense a terrifying aura rising into the sky.
Evil, violent, and arrogant.
That was Qin Zeduoyilang challenging him, issuing a challenge.
"and......"
Zhao Qingcang withdrew his gaze, looked at the crowd, and his tone beca exceptionally serious:
"If I don't deal with him, who among you here can be his match?"
"Are we going to let our soldiers risk their lives to pay the price?"
In short.
It left everyone speechless.
yes.
Below SS rank, all are re ants.
This is the ironclad rule of the professional world.
Facing a monster of Qin Zeduo's caliber, apart from Zhao Qingcang, who is also an SS-rank, anyone else who went up, even if they were S-rank, would only be throwing their lives away.
The entire command center fell silent once again.
A somber atmosphere was spreading.
Everyone had anticipated this scene long ago. From the mont they set foot on the land of the Sakura Kingdom, they knew that this war was destined to be watered with blood.
No one expected it.
The first drop of blood had to be shed by their supre commander.
"Old Zhao..."
Qi Zhenyun, who had been silent all along—the refined major general and Zhao Qingcang's comrade-in-arms of forty years—had red eyes at this mont.
He didn't try to persuade him any further.
Because he understands Zhao Qingcang.
This old man, who had dedicated his entire life to the Great Xia, would never allow himself to live a life of ignominy by hiding behind soldiers.
Qi Zhenyun straightened his back.
"Smack!"
A military salute so standard it was impeccable.
His voice trembled, yet it resounded through the heavens:
"Congratulations to the Marshal on his triumphant return!!!"
The voice was like a command, jolting everyone awake.
Chen Huaishuo wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth, and saluted as well.
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Marshal!!!"
Imdiately afterwards.
All the generals, staff officers, and communications soldiers in the command room stood at attention and saluted in unison.
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Marshal!!!"
"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Marshal!!!"
The sound was deafening, shaking the entire building.
Zhao Qingcang nodded with satisfaction as he watched this scene.
He did not return the gift.
He simply smiled, turned around, and strode out of the command room.
His back was as straight as a pine tree, showing no signs of old age.
The outskirts of Changn Port.
An old yet upright figure landed silently on top of a container that had not yet collapsed.
Zhao Qingcang's marshal's uniform fluttered in the wind, the dark red bloodstains on the hem still damp—dals left from killing enemy generals during the siege. He ignored the Great Xia soldiers around him who were busy cleaning up the battlefield; his eyes were fixed on the center of the open space ahead.
There, a person was standing.
It stood out starkly against the backdrop of the devastated battlefield.
It was a young man dressed in a pure white kimono.
His clothes were snow-white, without a speck of dust on the hem. He wore wooden clogs, his hands casually tucked into his sleeves, and he was looking up at Zhao Qingcang with a gentle smile on his face.
If you ignore the hellish scenery around him, he looks like a noble young man enjoying spring under a cherry blossom tree.
But Zhao Qingcang could sense it.
Within that frail body lurked a terrifying beast.
"Zhao Qingcang, it's been a long ti."
The young man spoke first.
"That fight at the border a while ago wasn't very satisfying. I rember there was a gash in your chest. The poison... is it cured? Has the wound healed?"
Zhao Qingcang snorted coldly.
"Thanks to you, I won't die."
The old man had no intention of giving the other party a friendly look; murderous intent began to boil in his cloudy old eyes.
"Since you're here, don't pretend to reminisce."
"Just state your purpose."
"Is he here on behalf of Kujo Hiroharu to issue the challenge? Or does he think the battle is hopeless and is preparing to beg for rcy?"
"beg for rcy?"
Qin Zeduo shook it gently.
"Marshal Zhao, you've misunderstood."
"I have absolutely no interest in this war."
"Whether it's the Great Xia Kingdom or the Cherry Blossom Kingdom, how many people die, who wins and who loses, it's all aningless to . I'm just a ghost who should have died forty years ago."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled his right hand out of his sleeve.
"My biggest regret in this life is that I never showed the most perfect form of Yamata no Orochi."
"To simultaneously complete the tasks assigned to by Hiroharu Kujo."
"I'll take your life, that's all."
Zhao Qingcang grinned, like a reef in a raging sea.
"Very good, just what I «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» wanted!"
The old man straightened his back, and his once sowhat hunched body now appeared incredibly tall.
“I was just thinking of leaving all seven of your heads here.”
Neither side said anything more.
Two terrifying auras belonging to SS-level powerhouses collided violently in mid-air.
boom--!
Without even lifting a finger, the re clash of their auras sparked a small storm right between them. A howling wind whipped up clouds of dust, and the surrounding air crackled with an unbearable pressure.
The soldiers in Nagato Port looked in this direction in horror. The oppressive force emanating from the depths of their souls made it difficult for them to even breathe, as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly.
Zhao Qingcang did not rush to make a move.
He glanced around.
This is the edge of Changn Port. Although most of it is under the control of the Great Xia army, it is too close to the defensive positions. If two SS-level experts were to fight at full strength here, the overflowing energy shockwaves would be enough to level half of the port, and the ordinary soldiers would not be able to withstand it.
"It's too narrow here."
Zhao Qingcang said in a low voice.
The next second.
He gently raised his large hand and casually waved it at the air in front of him.
"I'll bury you sowhere else."
Buzz—!
Space itself distorted at that mont.
Qin Zeduo felt the scenery before him blur, and a powerful spatial pulling force acted on him. But he did not resist, not even frowning, letting that force envelop him.
Light and shadow shift, stars and constellations change.
When vision beca clear again.
The whistling wind in my ears changed, becoming moist and salty. The hard concrete ground beneath my feet disappeared, replaced by undulating, azure waves.
In the blink of an eye, the two appeared out of thin air on the vast sea dozens of kiloters away from Changn Port.
Beneath my feet lies the unfathomable depths of the sea.
The oppressive night sky overhead.
There were no landmarks around, only endless waves rolling in.
"Is this the skill of the strongest space-type professional in the Great Xia Kingdom?"
Qin Zeduo floated on the sea surface, glanced down at the seawater beneath his feet, then looked up at Zhao Qingcang opposite him, a hint of sincere admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Instant group teleportation, with almost no casting delay."
"Zhao Qingcang, your spatial mastery is indeed very strong."
Zhao Qingcang looked at him coldly.
"Enough with the nonsense."
"No one will bother us here."
“Show your true form.”
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