Kill or let live?
Just as this question erged from Jiang Dali’s heart, a prompt appeared on the panel.
Jiang Dali glanced at it briefly, smiled inwardly, made a decisive move, and with a flick of his wrist, the saber qi swept out abruptly.
Swoosh!!!
The fiery red saber qi, initially descending with the might of cleaving Hua Mountain, swiftly transford into a sweep through thousands of armies.
Suddenly, a large number of Great Liao warriors rushing in were thrown off their feet, horses toppled, screaming as they fell, with severed limbs and blood scattering in the sky.
Jiang Dali stomped on the ground, his towering figure leaping up, landing in front of the Marshal of Liao, who did not dare to move an inch.
With a single outstretched arm, his large hand grabbed directly at the Marshal’s shoulder acupoint, standing proudly within the chaotic and brutal battle circle, grinning at the nervous Marshal of Liao.
"You know what to do!"
Hearing the sounds of footsteps and battle cries coming from outside, it was apparent that reinforcents had arrived.
However, at this mont, having fallen into the hands of such a mighty hero, even if a million troops were to surround them, what use would it be?
He sighed deeply, focusing on Jiang Dali’s wild and rugged face, and his imposing, intimidating physique.
Jiang Dali’s muscular golden chest clearly bore several sword marks and stab wounds, yet there wasn’t a trace of blood seeping out, causing the Marshal’s face to twitch involuntarily.
Having gone through this deadly confrontation, the fact that Jiang Dali was neither out of breath nor showing any fatigue made him truly a top-notch hero of the age.
The Marshal stared solemnly at Jiang Dali, nodding earnestly.
"I always thought that taking the enemy commander’s head among thousands of troops was just a legend, never having seen it myself. Unexpectedly, today I’ve witnessed it firsthand, experiencing it personally. Champion King, indeed worthy of being unrivaled in the army! From now on, in Song Country, I have gained another person worthy of my respect."
"Marshal Adal of Liao has grown to admire you, his favor towards you increased by 500, and your current relationship is at a cold level."
A prompt appeared on Jiang Dali’s panel.
Jiang Dali was stunned, tiger eyes looking down in surprise at the still composed and dignified Marshal of Liao before him, and nodded slightly in appreciation, saying, "As long as you obediently follow , I promise you will live.
In fact, my participation in this war was not to kill more people, but to resolve the turmoil in Song Country."
The Marshal of Liao looked at the spirited Jiang Dali and took a deep breath sighing, "You have already captured , and now the Song army is attacking the city. Lin’an, it seems, has fallen to you. Without a doubt, Liao Country has indeed lost."
"It’s too early to speak of victory or defeat!"
Jiang Dali smiled faintly.
He casually sealed the major acupoint on the Marshal’s body, then carried him on his back, holding his great saber, walking out of the command post with tattered clothes but head held high.
Outside, the killing cries of the surrounding army shook the heavens, the residents of the city tightly closed their doors and windows, unaware of what was happening, all praying that they would not be caught in the crossfire.
Carrying the Marshal of Liao and holding his great saber, Jiang Dali stepped out of the blood-soaked battlefield, with an imposing and dignified swagger, treating the tens of thousands of elite Liao soldiers as if they were nothing, walking through the dark, tense battlefield.
The leading Liao general, seeing the Marshal being carried on Jiang Dali’s shoulder, sweat pouring from his forehead, clenched his teeth, lost and panicked, suddenly pulled out a signal flare, shooting a red beam into the sky, exploding into a bright red ergency signal firework.
Many Liao Country players who heard the news and arrived, seeing the blood-red fireworks in the sky, then looking at the village chief of Black Wind, Jiang Dali, facing the countless troops with indifference, couldn’t help but be filled with awe and respect.
The four surviving Heavenly Experts, who had narrowly escaped earlier, although all had unyielding spirits and pride, initially thought that gathering over a dozen people to deal with the relatively unknown village chief was an overreaction. But they didn’t expect that when the village chief made his move, his earth-shattering Cross Training Divine Skill, and his unmatched montum, imdiately taught them the importance of reverence.
At this ti, seeing the fierce figure walking calmly out of the command post surrounded by thousands of troops, every one of them felt a pang of fear without exception.
Especially thinking of how easily he had just exerted his full power to kill eight of their Heavenly Experts, as effortlessly as slaughtering chickens, without sustaining significant injuries, only deepened their dread, greatly diminishing their fighting spirit, and they dared not show themselves.
"With the bravery of this man, I fear even Po Jun, the son of the Sword Sect, would be hard-pressed to match him! Jin and Liao are already defeated!"
...
"Earlier, when Liao Country invited this old lady to co out of retirent, they said my Three Light could break the Champion King’s Cross Training Divine Skill, but it could barely break through the outermost Protective Aura Shield of his Cross Training Skill before it exhausted all my strength. This Three Kingdoms Battlefield is no longer sothing I can get involved in, or else my remaining years will be miserable."
...
"The Dragon Energy promised by the countries of Jin and Liao is now out of reach. With your life in jeopardy, what use is greater power?"
"Even the Martial Venerate has fled, retreat!"
The four Heavenly Experts each having the sa thought, did not bother with the Marshal of Liao anymore, and all concealed their presence and decided to withdraw.
...
A mont earlier.
Below Lin’an City, the formidable soldiers and the Eight Desolate Disciples of the Black Wind Village, under the leadership of Tie Niu, disguised as Jiang Dali, slaughtered any soldiers in their path, cutting down generals they encountered, making their way from the outer camps to the last line of defense outside Lin’an City.
Tie Niu, with the support of Water King and Fire King from the rear left, did not take action throughout the journey, only acting as a strategic weapon to intimidate the enemy forces, riding his horse with reckless abandon.
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