"It is the reward!"
Li Guanyi was surprised, then he laughed heartily, "Good, after this matter is settled, let’s not stop drinking with the Southwest Prince!" He said the last four words almost one by one, stretching out his hand as if to grasp a handle within the tallic statue, blazing Qilin Fire, and Ancient Red Dragon Fire rising simultaneously.
The flas shot up to the sky, and the soldier’s evil spirit thrived.
In Li Guanyi’s eyes, there was the divine charm of gold and fire.
Gripping the Jiuli Divine Weapon tightly, his five fingers seed to extend from countless sword blades, the pain piercing so deep it almost reached his bloodstream, it felt as though his whole body would be torn apart. Vaguely, he seed to see a tall man standing there, calmly overlooking Li Guanyi.
Overlooking?
Li Guanyi did not rely on the Nine Cauldrons, he rely held fast to the weapon, the stubbornness, and arrogance in his heart were also stirred by this pain.
"I must see!"
"Are you really so uncontrollable?"
"Is it really so—domineering!"
The steel’s shriek grew more intense.
......
In Jiangnan, Yuwen Lie’s army gradually advanced, his martial skill was domineering, but his combat skill was exceedingly calm, precise, and efficient. Jiangnan was already in decline, forced to retract. However, unlike Yuwen Lie’s previous surrounding invasions,
This ti, Yuwen Lie showed almost no hesitation.
He did not seize cities or even pursue fleeing soldiers.
Yuwen Lie was very clear about his objective.
This battle aims to make the Sword Madman perish, defeating the Sword Madman was a strategic victory, even if unable to occupy cities. Failing to force the Sword Madman to act, occupying three cities would be aningless.
The value of the Sword Madman alone surpassed fifteen cities.
Yuwen Lie’s army moved like a long, straight, and sharp sword, heading directly to what was originally the capital of the Eighteenth State of Jiangnan. The renowned generals of the Qilin Army were absent, even with Fen Xiao and others’ stratagems, they faced constant defeats against the Fourth Divine General.
In contrast, He Ruoqinhu was intercepted.
This forr Fourth Divine General’s rank continuously slipped; even his spirit seed less fierce than it once was. Just entering Jiangnan, he t with fierce resistance.
The opposing strategist was a drunkard nad Feng Xiao.
A war general from the Murong Family was nad Murong Yuan.
They stood against He Ruoqinhu’s side stubbornly, using military force and Mo Family chanisms. He Ruoqinhu looked at the geographical map, quickly realizing sothing was wrong. His and another auxiliary force led by a renowned general were blocked by the Qilin Army.
Instead, it led to Yuwen Lie’s isolated advance.
He Ruoqinhu had once paid a huge price for underestimating and advancing rashly.
He imdiately wrote a letter, delivered by Flying Eagle to Yuwen Lie, reminding him that as the Central Army among the three, he was advancing too far. Although Jiangnan’s terrain was not as complex as the southwest, an isolated army was still easily targeted.
This was a strategy of luring the enemy deep.
General Yuwen, be cautious!
Yuwen Lie looked at He Ruoqinhu’s letter, but rely folded it, burning it to ashes in the fire. Yuwen Lie’s long, narrow eyes were like two blades as he caressed his sword, saying indifferently, "Lure the enemy deep, how could I not know."
"But, what can they use to lure ?"
"I also want to see what else Jiangnan has prepared for ."
"Let them co!"
"In fighting Murong Longtu the Sword Madman, there cannot be any fear, not even a trace of thought; if there is, it’s impure."
"In such a battle, only advance, no retreat."
"The great Sword Madman, if not to die by dueling swords, wouldn’t it be a pity; therefore, approach with the strongest stance to send off the Sword Madman on this final journey."
Yuwen Lie did not heed He Ruoqinhu’s warning, his army continued to cut through the resistance like a blade. The Qilin Army blocking their way was shattered by him, the battle formation relentless, cold and murderous, much like himself.
"Fool, a re man without a hero’s heart, caring only for foolish contestation!"
He Ruoqinhu cursed, so furious that even his weapon trembled.
Yuwen Lie said, "I am indeed a war general."
"What we seek is a rightful victory."
"For sches and intrigue, there are the King and Grandmaster."
He Ruoqinhu was almost incited to spitting blood in anger; were he twenty years younger, he might not bother with this rebellious yet coldly proud Divine General even at the cost of three hundred military blows.
Yet now he had no choice but to rge forces with another general, converging on Yuwen Lie’s army flanks, to prevent Yuwen Lie’s army from being cut off from supply by the Qilin Army, revisiting the matter of Jiang Su.
Yuwen Lie’s army pressed close to the Jiangnan Eighteenth State.
The more focused, the purer the mind, the calr and more murderous Yuwen Lie’s heart beca. In Yuwen Lie’s eyes, there was only Murong Longtu the Sword Madman, a purely arrogant yet domineering fad general, reaching the pinnacle of his ntal state.
Leading the army, winning every battle.
The world watched with astonishnt.
Everyone was aware of that aged Sword Madman, who, two years ago, during the Academy Battle, had already cast his sword into the Martial World, later rumored to have only one last breath, one last sword strike.
This sword strike will certainly be earth-shattering.
Formidably domineering.
But when this sword falls, it will also be the mont the Sword Madman perishes.
It will be the swan song of Sword Dao.
The martial world yearned to see that old swordsman’s final path-breaking strike in Sword Dao, enchanted yet hoped that the old one who battled with swords all his life could enjoy his twilight years, feelings mixed and complex.
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