386: Chapter 165: Heroes of the World!_2 386: Chapter 165: Heroes of the World!_2 “Ten years ago, my father died in this very way,”
“On the sa night as the grand ritual, amidst the fierce flas.”
“Do you expect now to turn away and let Yue’s death be the price of my escape?
Don’t joke, Li Guanyi is not such a man.”
“A true man, if he dies, he dies!”
“Moreover, I also wield ‘One Sword,’ which has never failed .”
Yan Xuanji looked at Li Guanyi, the monk who had chosen the path of withdrawal from worldly affairs suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until, for so unknown reason, tears stread down his face.
He gripped the Mixed Gold Xuan Iron Long Stick in his hand, then the coarse Big Banner was shaken, as he rushed back towards the direction where Yue Pengwu would be.
His heart was beating wildly, the Big Banner fluttering in the wind.
The roar of Yue, the clash of Battle Halberds, were by his ears, continuously using his Weapon to smash through arrows, Crossbow Arrows, Jin Qi, Sword Light, sending enemies flying, knocking them down, his blood rushing, his mind’s spirit focused to an extre.
The taste of sparks from Weapon collisions, the sll of fresh blood.
Every second was a gamble with life, every breath was just so, ultimately the Divine General and the brave would gallop across either large or small battlefields, all to fulfill the strategist’s tactics and capture the Commander’s objectives.
For this World!
He turned around, looking at that young man holding the Battle Halberd, his brows seemingly a vision of an old friend.
Yan Xuanji laughed and lanted in his heart.
Lord.
You have a good son.
He tightened his grip on the Weapon in his hand.
This Big Banner will not fall!
……
Dawn broke.
Breaking Army raised his eyes, the sounds of string and bamboo near his ears.
This was Chen Kingdom Royal Family’s Other Palace, where the Emperor chose to keep peace during the grand rituals, claiming that succumbing to the luxurious sounds of string and bamboo was disrespectful to the ancestors.
Thus, Emperor Chen chose to entertain these n at the Other Palace.
After being brought here, Breaking Army had tried several tis to slip away, all attempts failed.
His forehead throbbed violently as he realized that the Emperor had taken his last step.
After his calm deanor was disrupted, the Emperor could beco furiously embarrassed and might choose his final prerogative as the Emperor, which was to completely overturn the table; even if he couldn’t outmaneuver these n with strategy, he would imprison all these Wise n together!
Damn it, just like so common thug.
Breaking Army laughed in anger.
Fortunately, he had left himself another way out.
When this young strategist walked around here, and did not find the aged and decrepit forr Pri Minister, Marquis Wen Zheng Tai Xianming, he frowned slightly, his fingers unconsciously moving, his pupils violently contracting.
‘…
Is he outside?’
‘This old man, actually using this opportunity to escape from the Emperor’s trap’
Breaking Army quickly reviewed the situation in his mind, his eyes darkened, he pretended as if nothing was wrong and intended to leave, but he was still stopped, a carefree laughter ca, leisurely saying: “Sir, don’t think of going back.”
“Over in the main hall, a grand drama is about to unfold.
I hear that there’s a Formation left by the world’s Number One Madman there.
You can’t really see what’s going on there from here, they must be planning to blindfold our eyes and plug our ears.”
Breaking Army smiled, looking unperturbed, and gazed at that carefree handso youth.
“So it is Prince Jiang Yuan.”
“Hahaha, what Prince Jiang Yuan, just call Jiang Yuan!”
The Prince of Ying dropped his bow and jumped down from the tree, his smile gentle and carefree:
“Sir is the most trusted strategist of the Seventh Prince Ashina.
Afterward, as the Seventh Prince heads to the Central Plains to marry my sister, we are to travel together for a while.
We should really get to know each other well then.”
Breaking Army smiled in agreent, his gaze dropping.
At the door over there, he saw the gentle smile in the eyes of the Prince of Ying, Jiang Gao.
He was surrounded.
And as Breaking Army’s gaze swept the area, he didn’t see Divine General Yuwen Lie, nor Elder Xue of the Xue Family, and many other skilled hands, the situation shifting just as he had hypothesized, full of surprises and changes.
No one could predict everything.
The clash among heroes, the competition among strategists.
This corner of the strife for the World was achieved amidst the banquet held by Emperor Chen.
Breaking Army’s expression was peaceful, his gaze slightly lowered, with a strange purple glint in his eyes, his deanor unruffled, he stepped forward towards the situation involving the two Princes of Ying, his smile gentle.
Lord.
Hope the chance I left for you proves useful.
My strategies always have three plans; until now, I have only ntioned two.
This is why I did not want to tell you about this third strategy; if nothing happens, shift the Qilin; if there’s a big change, it’s to fake death and escape; but if the great change truly relates to your life story, no matter what I say, you wouldn’t turn back.
There are only two kinds of heroes in this world!
Just these two!
Those who stick to their principles, preferring death over submission; and those who endure disgrace to cling to life, regardless of the humiliations, struggling to survive; but what they both have in common is that they will never abandon the path they have chosen.
Heroes have always been stubborn.
Breaking Army closed his eyes for a mont, seemingly resigned, yet also carrying a hidden, indiscernible pride and self-satisfaction.
What can I do?
What can I do?!
I’m stuck with such a Lord.
Loyal and lawless.
I can only lay another path ahead for you.
The strange purple light flickered in the young strategist’s eyes as he walked forward, being tied up in this situation also effectively occupied both Princes of Ying, preventing them from entering the fray, while he himself had already set the bait.
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