Chapter 1181: The Ending (30)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
This scene stunned even the experts.
As if understanding that Yan Xiaosi would not be in danger in the room, he stopped rushing into the room and calmed down to deal with the assassins in the courtyard.
There was no truly fearless assassin in the world, unless the threat was not strong enough. In the end, the five assassins were afraid. They exchanged glances and turned to escape.
However, the expert did not give them a chance to escape. He raised his hand and slashed down, cutting their throats. When the last saint assassin also fell to the ground, he faced the cold wind and left without looking back.
Hell was empty, and Ah Wei was in the mortal world!
Ah Wei entered Yan Xiaosi’s room. Yan Xiaosi was already awake and was looking around with wide eyes.
Ah Wei walked over and gently hugged Yan Xiaosi.
The killing just now was too intense and he did not pay attention to the aura in the room. However, he knew that she was the Little Saint King. Since she was awake, did that mean that she had used the power of the Saint King to chase out the assassins who had barged into the room just now?
“Is that you? Little Saint King?” Ah Wei asked.
Yan Xiaosi did not respond, nor could she. She was only a month old. She turned to look.
Ah Wei felt that she was looking for someone.
Yan Xiaosi held the Holy Soul Pearl in one hand and a small yellow flower in the other. The flower bud was bright and moving. There was dew on the petals, as if… it had just been plucked from a tree.
The village outside Yu City had already been converted into a huge military camp. Under Yan Jiuchao’s orders, reinforcements from all sides gathered towards the village.
“How many people do we have?” In the tent, Yan Jiuchao asked.
“A hundred thousand,” Xiao Zhenting replied.
“How many of the Sacred Clan’s army are left?” Yan Jiuchao asked.
This time, it was Shadow Six who answered. “There were originally eighty thousand in Yu City. Ten thousand were destroyed, and there are still seventy thousand left. However… didn’t Young Master say that those Saint Kings confessed to a total of a hundred thousand? I really can’t figure out where the other twenty thousand went.”
Yan Jiuchao paused and said, “Ah Wei came out of seclusion before Asura. Before he returned to the Great Zhou, he went to the Ghost Clan. It’s said that a few experts from the Ghost Clan have been captured. I wonder if they have any relationship with the Sacred Clan’s army.”
The truth was that although the 100,000-strong Sacred Clan’s army set off from the Sacred Clan, they entered the Central Plains in batches. Among the last group of people, the only one who knew how to travel from the Central
Plains died of illness. At that time, they happened to pass by the vicinity of the Ghost Clan, so they captured a few experts to lead the way.
Among this group of experts, the one with the highest reputation was called Ah Dou because Ah Dou knew the people of the Great Zhou. He had eaten with the people of the Great Zhou, drunk soup with them, fallen off the cliff with them, and chatted about their hometowns.
However, Ah Dou could get lost for ten years in the back of his mountain. His ability to lead the way could be imagined. Ah Dou swore that he was really leading the way with his life, but he didn’t know where he had brought the 20,000 saint army.
This was really a sadder story than sad.
“Attack the city!” Yan Jiuchao said.
“You’re crazy!” Yan Huaijing stood up. “Even if you don’t know where the 20,000 Sacred Clan’s army is, there are still 70,000 in the city. It’s not that you haven’t seen their combat strength before. You used a mere 100 ,ooo troops to attack the city. Are you risking everyone’s lives? Do you think you can sweep through the Sacred Clan’s army with a few hundred Asuras? You’re too conceited, Yan Jiuchao!”
Yan Jiuchao glanced at Yan Huaijing indifferently. “If you’re afraid of death, don’t go. Anyway, no one asked you to go with them. Just obediently be your crown prince in your tent.”
In the past, Yan Huaijing could still look down on Yan Jiuchao in terms of strength. Now, even his martial arts were suppressed by Yan Jiuchao. When Yan Jiuchao released his full strength, he finally saw the difference between them. Yan Jiuchao’s decision was undoubtedly crazy, but no one present felt that Yan Jiuchao was wrong.
“I think it’s feasible,” Xiao Zhenting said. “Take advantage of their low morale and before their twenty thousand reinforcements arrive, catch them off guard!”
“I second that!”
“I second that!”
It was unanimous! Actually, it was fine even if it didn’t pass. At most, he would put a knife to their necks and force them to reorganize their words.
Yan Jiuchao’s decision to attack the city was definitely not a rash decision. In fact, Nanzhao’s reinforcements had already crossed the border and would soon arrive at another important city gate in Yu City..
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