Leading the group from the side hall, Cai Shiqi, seeing the Mu Family having the upper hand and about to drive both the Beishuo Army and the Duan Family out of the military camp, was filled with pride in his laughter.
He noticed the three in the sky watching him, and without a trace of fear on his face, he first nodded slightly at Mu Longhe, his eyes showing satisfaction and praise, then turned to look at Duan Hong and Yang Fa.
Seeing Cai Shiqi’s gaze, Mu Longhe appeared slightly puzzled but quickly figured it out, and his expression beca bizarre.
However, he didn’t say anything, just slightly put away his double swords, watching Cai Shiqi with interest, wanting to hear what he was going to say to Duan Hong.
Sure enough, Cai Shiqi soon spoke.
"Lord Duan, things have co to this, and you can’t turn the tide. You might as well agree to the conditions I proposed earlier. As long as Chui Mountain can sever ties with Beishuo, I guarantee this mutiny will stop imdiately!"
Upon hearing this, Duan Hong’s brow twitched, looking down at Cai Shiqi who was full of confidence, and was instantly filled with an indescribable sense of bewildernt and absurdity.
Having just spent half the day fighting Mu Longhe, Yang Fa’s expression was extrely helpless; he never expected that, despite the current situation, this Princely Heir of Cai Qiu still believed he orchestrated the mutiny.
"Alright! All the conditions Cai Prince previously put forth, I now agree to all. I would ask the Prince to intervene and stop the fighting!"
"Hahaha, well said, Lord Duan is indeed sensible!"
Seeing Duan Hong finally softening, Cai Shiqi’s face grew even more proud, laughing twice before turning his head to command Mu Qinghe, who was already close to breaking out of the northern side of the camp, "Mu Qinghe, you can stop now."
Unfortunately, his order went unanswered, and the leading Mu Qinghe didn’t even turn his head.
"Brothers, Beishuo is on the verge of defeat, keep charging with ..."
Mu Qinghe seed even more enthusiastic in his attack.
"Mu Qinghe, what are you doing? Still not stopping?"
"Mu Qinghe, Zhu Ziying, Helian Shan, are you all rebelling?"
.........
After shouting three or four tis, even Cai Shiqi, as naive as he was, sensed sothing was wrong.
His expression suddenly froze; he turned his head to look at Mu Longhe in the mid-air, thinking he found the root of the issue, and said solemnly, "Mu Longhe, quickly call them off!"
"Ignorant junior, not knowing the heights of heaven and earth, truly thinking that with your na as a Cai Qiu Princely Heir and over fifty Cold Resistance Level individuals, you could make so many people die for you—foolish!"
Mu Longhe, at over one hundred thirty years old, being addressed by na so directly by such a junior could be tolerated, but to be commanded—especially on this day of Chui Mountain’s mutiny that had left him quite downcast—he grew enraged and directly rebuked him aloud.
Cai Shiqi was left speechless by his rebuke, his expression freezing.
After the shock, his face gradually grew astonished, even incredulous.
"How dare you talk to like this..."
"Soone!"
Before Cai Shiqi could finish, a shocking change occurred in the sky.
The shocking change began with Duan Hong’s cry of alarm.
A silver sword edge, tens of ters long, suddenly rose from the ground, almost in perfect sync with Duan Hong’s cry, and the fierce sword light instantly threatened Duan Hong’s face.
Yang Fa’s brow twitched sharply; he imdiately sensed sothing, quickly grabbed his long spear, attempting to help Duan Hong fend off the sword light.
However, before he could raise his spear, two sword edges had already attacked him head-on, precisely from Mu Longhe, who was just talking with Cai Shiqi.
"Great Xia wants to kill Duan Hong!"
Yang Fa had no choice but to abandon the idea of saving Duan Hong, quickly using his spear to block Mu Longhe’s double swords, while the thought that Great Xia wanted to kill Duan Hong flashed rapidly in his mind, his pupils showing a hint of shock.
At this mont, the most panicked person in the scene was undoubtedly Duan Hong.
The silver sword light targeted him first, so he was the first to sense it; however, there was a gap between sensing the danger and responding, and the sword light’s wielder evidently held strength far superior to his, leaving him no option but to draw his saber to block—unable to make any evasive action.
A stronger opponent, calculatingly making a sudden strike, leaves him without ability to dodge or avoid, only to block with his saber, already losing half the battle.
He wasn’t aware of how much stronger the opponent truly was.
Clang......
"19 jun, almost twice my strength, finished!"
Quickly, as his Big Saber was struck by the sword light, Duan Hong instantly felt the power of the opponent, his pupils filled with horror and terror.
He possessed only 10 jin of strength, and this sword light was almost crushing him, completely unable to withstand it.
Of course, upon intercepting the sword light, he clearly saw the person behind it.
A woman in white palace attire, her face covered by a silk veil.
The woman’s long black hair was coiled behind her head, secured with three silver hairpins, with three vertical blood-red cloud patterns marked on her smooth forehead, her fierce beautiful eyes filled with overwhelming killing intent.
A woman?
Where did the Nine Towns find such a strong woman?
Duan Hong’s mind was racing with countless thoughts, yet a strong survival instinct drove him to not relax his hands for a mont. After the opponent’s sword edge severed his saber, it directly pierced through his neck.
A breath of death rushed into his nostrils, Duan Hong’s body dropped sharply, letting the sword edge slice from his jaw to his forehead—even though the skin, flesh, and blood of his face were all cut open by the sword edge, the white bones inside beca visible.
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