The Beimu General spoke up.
If Immortal Master Lu’s disciples step in, they’ll be unstoppable, sweeping forward and taking the last Imperial City of Great Yu in no ti.
"No need. I’ll take care of this myself!"
Lu Xiao stroked his chin, eyes full of greedy anticipation.
A mortal Empress—he wanted to taste what that felt like!
"Even better!"
The generals, hearing Immortal Master Lu was going to fight in person, felt the victory for this battle was within their grasp.
Soon, the generals began mobilizing troops, preparing for the final assault on the Great Yu Imperial City.
If they broke the Imperial forces in this battle,
then the centuries-old dynasty would finally co to a close.
Two hours flew by in an instant.
Yu Wenjing now stood on the city ramparts, clad in golden armor and crowned with the imperial helm, quietly watching the distant stirrings within the Beimu Immortal Race.
All around, Great Yu soldiers saw their Emperor leading the charge, and their fighting spirit blazed even brighter.
Even if it ant shedding their last drop of blood for Great Yu, they would not flinch.
Woo—
Woo—
Far off, the war horns of the Beimu Immortal Race finally blared, and a dark horde surged toward the Imperial City.
Just a glance showed their numbers to be at least hundreds of thousands.
But all their forces stopped short, a hundred yards from the city gates.
A ssenger soldier, holding a red flag, arrived at the base of the walls.
"Open your gates and surrender, and you may yet live. Resist, and there’s only death—today, we’ll massacre the Imperial City and leave none alive!"
"Open your gates and surrender, and you may yet live. Resist, and there’s only death—today, we’ll massacre the Imperial City and leave none alive!"
...
The Beimu ssenger soldier bellowed the words again and again beneath the city gates.
"Bring an arrow!"
Yu Wenjing frowned, her brows knitting, and spoke crisply.
Jin Wuque imdiately handed her the Treasure Bow.
Yu Wenjing drew the bow to its fullest.
Shoo—
In the next instant, the arrow scread through the air and plunged straight into the ssenger soldier’s chest.
One arrow, one kill.
"Such nerve! Attack!"
The Beimu General, seeing his ssenger executed, instantly brandished his sword; tens of thousands of troops surged toward the city.
Several cultivators even strode through the air, unleashing sword aura that smashed the mighty fortress walls in an instant.
"Fire!"
Jin Wuque saw the enemy enter crossbow range, and shouted loudly.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Countless arrows shot skyward—a dense, overwhelming blizzard of shafts.
In a flash, it seed as though the entire sky over the Beimu forces went black.
The cultivators wielded Immortal Techniques to shatter the arrows.
But the ordinary soldiers weren’t so lucky.
Rows upon rows were felled by arrows, with screams breaking out everywhere.
In monts, over a thousand casualties.
"Black Armored Cavalry, charge with !"
Seeing the gate battered down by the cultivators, Yu Wenjing shouted, commanding the elite Imperial cavalry to ride out and counterattack.
She herself charged into the thick of battle.
The other Golden Armor Guards saw Yu Wenjing’s bravery and also plunged forward, recklessly fierce.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers of Great Yu displayed their extraordinary valor.
The two forces battled fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
On the battlefield, shouts and screams mixed as the two armies clashed, blood splashing everywhere.
Within the Beimu Immortal Race, the horse-faced Immortal Master Lu spotted Yu Wenjing amidst the chaos.
Watching her graceful form and whirling blade, he couldn’t help but smirk.
"Fiery, just the way I like it!"
With those words, he flashed toward Yu Wenjing.
Great Yu soldiers saw him coming and rushed to shield Yu Wenjing, hoping to stop him.
But mortal flesh against a cultivator was just throwing eggs at a rock.
One after another, they were torn apart into clouds of blood, dying instantly.
Seeing the horse-faced Immortal Master charging her, Yu Wenjing knew she was no match; if she fell into his hands, even death would be a hard wish.
So she raised her jeweled sword, aligning the blade with her pale, delicate throat.
"Chang’sheng, we’ll et again in the next life!"
With those words, Yu Wenqian prepared to end her own life.
"Die!"
Yet just as Yu Wenjing was about to slash her own throat—
nine streaks of fiery light burst from behind, instantly striking the charging horse-faced cultivator.
Each arrow found a fatal point—head, heart, gut—killing him where he stood.
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