Dou Hao’s expression darkened as he said, "Since we’ve been discovered, I’m afraid the front is also prepared. All we can do is seize this opportunity to charge through at full speed, before they can completely react!"
The group’s light-hearted mood upon breaking through the ambush abruptly tensed.
Pursuers were common, but the true terror lay in the barrage of arrows from the cities and fortresses ahead. There, arrows rained like a storm. Everyone pressed their lips together and gripped their weapons, watching Yue Pengwu and Dou Hao charge forward. A sense of fierce determination filled their hearts.
n must live, n must die!
Now, is it ti to die!?
It was already deep winter, with heavy snow. Everyone, with a brave heart ready to face death, charged forward, but no archers or alerts were seen. The city gate ahead was still tightly shut, not yet fully completed.
Hundreds of bodies lay strewn across the ground, most having lost the ability to fight. One warrior knelt, heavily injured by a battle halberd, retreating as he fell. This scene, filled with the aura of the Military School and traces of battle, left these rogues montarily stunned.
Scattered weapons, arrows, and the marks left by flas and sword Qi tore at the ground. An overwhelming sense of tension filled the air. On the city gates and fortresses, all the chanisms were broken, archers standing pale-faced, with the guards and soldiers above visibly terrified.
One man, holding the pass!
Who is this person?!
Could there be soone helping us?!
Niu Wei and others were stunned, while Dou Hao stared intensely at the person in front of the city gate.
Clad in a black robe, with iconic crimson Qilin cloud patterns at the hem of the sleeves, his black hair was bound with a jade pin, slightly ruffled at the temples. Traces of fresh blood were still visible on his robe and body, evidently having been through a battle.
No one yet knew who this person was, but Yue Pengwu was stunned and murmured in disbelief, "...Prince Qin?"
??!!
Dou Hao’s pupils contracted sharply.
Prince Qin!?
Who?!!
The minds of these rogues montarily froze.
They only thought of returning to Jiangnan with General Yue to do sothing big, knowing there would be many dangers along the way. They anticipated facing an arrow barrage, a significant threat from the Military School for Martial Artists during a charge.
Even if death awaited, it was a choice they made themselves.
To die without regret.
They once held the hope that reinforcents might co, but almost imdiately, they dismissed this unrealistic thought.
How could it be possible?!
They knew the heroes of the world, understood the changing tis, and realized the harsh social hierarchies. How could any Lord send reinforcents for their sake?
Yet, reinforcents ca.
One person.
Enough.
In the swirling snow, white flakes landed upon the ink-black robe. Prince Qin stood holding the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd, his deanor calm. The aura of recent battle still radiated from him. Placing down his halberd, he looked at Yue Pengwu.
Yue Pengwu grew dazed as he beheld the young royal before him, recollecting the youth in the dungeon five years ago, grinning and saying:
’Those who build a fire for others cannot freeze to death in the wind and snow.’
’The life of the General.’
’Li Guanyi carried it!’
Now, five years later, seeing Li Guanyi again, his mories of the tender fourteen-year-old boy and the nineteen-year-old youth before him rged.
Only now did he realize how much ti had indeed passed.
Only now did he realize that even after all these years, the youth before him remained the sa boy.
Countless martial heroes witnessed Prince Qin, standing alone to block the pass.
Not asking about the journey ahead, their origins, or whether pursuers were behind.
Prince Qin simply held his weapon, his sleeves hanging down. White snowflakes blanketed the sky and earth, resting on Prince Qin’s shoulders and sleeves. In this battlefield, on the path he paved by himself, he smiled and asked them, saying:
"The snow is heavy, General Yue, everyone, why so late to arrive?"
No one could respond. They understood why Yue Pengwu had co, why the fires of the kingdom burned, to whom the world-renowned Divine Martial King had entrusted the future and the vast, magnificent dream. No more words were needed.
Weapons clashing, how intense!
Prince Qin, holding the pass.
Waiting to welco.
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