Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 292: Embarrassment and Fleeing

"Splurt—"

The young master standing on the ice mountain's face changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ice with a red hue. He looked fiercely at Mr. Dongfang and exclaimed, "Why is this Jiang Yuqing, a mere Venerable realm, so powerful? Are all God Dao Children this terrifying?"

Mr. Dongfang's face also turned slightly pale. He sighed softly, shook his head, waved his sleeves, and stepped onto a towering tree shadow, then disappeared into the distance.

The young master's expression changed again and again, a hint of unwillingness appearing in his eyes. Just as the landscape painting shattered with Mr. Dongfang's departure, Jiang Yuqing appeared in a flash and immediately extended her hand to attack.

A dazzling sword, shimmering with colorful light and carrying a sharp cold aura, flew straight towards Xin Zhuo's forehead.

Xin Zhuo coldly glanced over, his body transforming into a dog's head. When he condensed again, he waved his right hand, and the hundreds of scattered blood god blades in the landscape painting flowed together like running water, forming a blood-colored curved blade that flew straight towards the sword.

"Clang—"

The aftermath of the mighty world's momentum surged in all directions, causing nearby buildings to collapse instantly. Flowers, plants, rocks, and flowing water were all in ruins.

Lü Jiu and Shui Qingliu, who were far away, felt their bodies tighten and quickly retreated.

Dozens of curious fifth-rank practitioners were shaken internally, spitting out blood and fainting.

In the center of the scene, the young master's vitality and blood were withered, his face pale and gray. He flew backwards and crashed into a broken building.

In the blink of an eye, he bounced back up and fled in a sorry state, chasing after Mr. Dongfang who had already gone far away.

Xin Zhuo stood on the treetop of an ancient tree and did not pursue. His face also turned slightly pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The world's momentum of Mr. Dongfang and this young master was more than ten times stronger than that of Si Qing, Ji Hai, and the others. Xin Zhuo was shaken all over, feeling pain and confusion in his head.

It seems that the characteristic of a Great Venerable realm is an Integrated Union of the world's momentum, forming things like landscape paintings and sword pools?

After about ten breaths, Xin Zhuo finally caught his breath. He waved his hand, and the snowy ice mountains around him disappeared, then he flew towards the valley.

It was only after Xin Zhuo had disappeared for a long time that a relieved smile appeared on Shui Qingliu's face.

Feng Shuning and Lü Jiu felt their hearts in chaos. Jiang Yuqing, at the Venerable realm, had crossed realms to fight against two Great Venerables and won. Are God Dao Children really this terrifying?

...

"Boom, boom..."

Outside Tianmen Valley, hundreds of thousands of Western Qin troops swarmed like ants, launching a frenzied attack that seemed endless.

Hundreds of catapults and stone cannons shot giant rocks, shattering the peaks and the six military camps.

Bows and arrows were as dense as a swarm of bees, not caring for their own lives.

However, the six major families were not defenseless. Fifty thousand private soldiers defended the mountains and fought back desperately.

There were also ten thousand heavily armed black-armored death warriors and hundreds of three-meter-tall Bloodline monsters that appeared out of nowhere. Facing enemies several times their number, they charged fiercely, fearless of death, each fighting ten opponents.

The scene was vast and cruel, sending shivers down one's spine.

Xin Zhuo stepped on the ice mountain and leaped onto the battlefield, scanning the area.

The Western Qin army noticed him in large groups.

Cuī Yīng'er, Hán Qīniáng, Xióng Zhǎng, Sài Qīngzhú, and the other seven women in silver armor were so overjoyed that they burst into tears.

Then the cheers of the "Prince" resounded in all directions, and for a while, both the Western Qin army and the private soldiers of the six major families slowly stopped fighting.

Xin Zhuo looked towards the distant west, where two figures were faintly visible. He waved his sleeve and pointed at a general, saying, "Jiāng Mán'ér, lead a hundred thousand armored cavalry and follow me to kill. The rest of the army, take Tianmen Valley!"

The hundred eyes of the six major family heads couldn't be left alive.

"Yes!"

Jiāng Mán'ér, with naturally yellow hair, answered in a deep voice. He immediately waved his flag, and nearly a hundred thousand cavalry changed direction and thundered towards the west.

Xin Zhuo landed on the ground, mounted his demonic horse, and a dazzling light emanated from his body as he shouted, "The Radiant Hundred Battle Soldiers, invincible in all directions!"

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, a huge golden Qilin figure gathered in mid-air and let out a roar towards the sky.

The eyes of the hundred thousand cavalry turned blood-red, revealing a bloodthirsty look. Their speed suddenly increased threefold.

"Boom, boom..."

Like a gust of wind, they chased after Mr. Dongfang and Young Master Gongzi.

Both of them had already been injured by Xin Zhuo, and they deliberately avoided the layers of Western Qin troops outside. At this moment, they didn't run far before they turned back to look, their faces becoming very ugly.

"Kill!"

Xin Zhuo raised the waist knife he had pulled out from the "corpse" and pointed it at Mr. Dongfang and the two of them.

"Kill!"

The ten thousand iron cavalry shouted in unison.

A tangible battlefield aura of blood and slaughter gathered visibly and rushed forward.

The faces of Mr. Dongfang and Young Master Gongzi changed and changed again, immediately exerting all their strength to flee.

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why advanced practitioners feared the aura of blood and slaughter on the battlefield. Each soldier on the battlefield had taken lives, and their momentum was too violent, too dirty, too chaotic, and the killing intent was too heavy. For advanced practitioners who pursued excellence and subtlety in their martial dao cultivation, it was too evil.

This thing polluted the soul and the Yuan Chen Palace.

Who wouldn't be afraid except for non-mainstream practitioners like him, Xin Zhuo?

"Kill!"

He shouted again.

"Kill!"

The roar of the ten thousand cavalry resounded through the sky.

The aura of blood and slaughter became thicker and spread wider, approaching behind Mr. Dongfang and the two of them.

Even someone as calm as Mr. Dongfang had a slightly gloomy expression.

Young Master Gongzi's face was even paler than paper. Because he was rushing forward, his blood qi surged even more, and a drop of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his neck.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The aura of blood and slaughter finally engulfed Young Master Gongzi, and half of Mr. Dongfang's back was stained as well.

Although this thing had no killing power, it was terrifying for pure practitioners.

The two of them couldn't help but panic.

Coincidentally, they reached a continuous mountain range ahead and felt like they had grasped a lifeline as they plunged into it.

The voice of Young Master Gongzi, full of shame and anger, came from the depths of the mountains: "Jiang Yuqing, you shameless thing, daddy will kill you sooner or later!"

The voice grew fainter and fainter.

Xin Zhuo scanned the surroundings. The mountain range was long and winding, stretching for dozens of miles. It was impossible to surround and besiege them, so he could only stop with the ten thousand cavalry. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and cursed, "White Crane Hill, you bunch of bastards, Dongfang is a third-rate grandson. Fuck your father, I'll wipe you out sooner or later!"

"White Crane Hill, you bunch of bastards, Dongfang is a third-rate grandson. Fuck your father, I'll wipe you out sooner or later!"

The ten thousand cavalry followed with angry roars, shaking the sky.

Regardless of whether this scene was embarrassing or not, it was relieving, it was satisfying.

In the dense forest, Mr. Dongfang, who was fleeing in a sorry state, had a gloomy expression and a tired look on his face.

Young Master Gongzi's eyes were filled with fear and panic. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Master Uncle, the court is being unfair in this matter. Jiang Yuqing is a freak, a monster, a true Dao Child. How can we kill him? Who says he isn't a real Dao Child? This pure ice and thunder momentum, even I have never heard of it!"

Mr. Dongfang remained silent.

Young Master Gongzi suddenly stopped and hesitated as he looked towards the direction of Tianmen Valley.

"Qingmu Ji, what do you want to do?"

Mr. Dongfang finally turned around and asked with a weary tone.

Young Master Gongzi took a deep breath. "Si Qing, Ji Hai, they are probably already dead. Fei Yan Shimei is still there, I can't abandon her!"

Mr. Dongfang shook his head gently. "Fei Yan is probably already unable to escape from Jiang Yuqing's grasp."

Young Master Gongzi was greatly shocked. "Master Uncle, what do you mean? Can the Six Families let him have his way?"

Mr. Dongfang sighed. "You will soon find out!"

(End of this chapter)