The two of them fought for close to a hundred moves, but neither of them gained the upper hand. Helian Peng's expression darkened. His powerful internal energy gathered in his palm as he sent a palm strike towards Ye Li. Ye Li reacted even faster. She drew a sharp blade from her left sleeve and stabbed it towards Helian Peng's abdomen without hesitation. At the same time, she leaned to the side to avoid Helian Peng's palm strike. Helian Peng wholeheartedly wanted to heavily injure Ye Li. He actually ignored Ye Li's approaching dagger. At the same time that his abdomen hurt, his palm strike also landed on Ye Li's body. Even though Ye Li leaned to the side to avoid it, she still received a trace of internal injury. She turned around to withdraw her dagger and quickly retreated.
When Ye Li pulled out her dagger, Helian Peng realized that something was wrong. Ye Li's dagger was specially made to be used as a military knife. There was a blood groove in the middle. As long as it touched the body, it would bleed incessantly. Last time, Helian Peng injured his arm and took a long time to recover. This time, his abdomen was even more so. However, Helian Peng knew that this time, if he fell into Mo Xiuyao's hands, there was no chance of survival. As long as he could kill or heavily injure Ye Li, why would he care if he bled to death?
Ye Li retreated to a distance and stood still. A trace of dark red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Helian Peng stood still with his long blade propped up. Blood flowed from his abdomen. Ye Li casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said indifferently, "General Helian, thank you for letting me win."
Helian Peng sneered. He actually threw away his long blade and pounced towards Ye Li. Ye Li's eyes flashed. The short blade in her right hand flashed with a cold light. Like a white rainbow, it swept past Helian Peng's side. The two people only crossed paths for a moment before they separated again. Ye Li turned around. On the other side, Helian Peng had already silently collapsed. A thin line of blood slowly blossomed on his throat.
"Peng 'er!" Helian Zhen screamed. Even though Helian Peng was only his adopted son, he had raised him from a young age. What's more, Helian Zhen himself didn't have any children, so Helian Peng was no different from his own son. In this world, other than Yelu Ye, Helian Zhen valued Helian Peng the most. Seeing him die at the hands of Ye Li, she was naturally filled with grief. She threw herself onto Helian Peng's body and cried bitterly. She raised her head and glared fiercely at Ye Li.
Ye Li wiped the blood off the dagger and walked back to Mo Xiuyao's side. Mo Xiuyao was relieved to see that her injuries were not serious.
The moment they met, the Northern Tribes army lost their most skilled fighter, Helian Peng. This made the already low morale of the Northern Tribes army even worse. Yelu Ye glanced at the soldiers around him, feeling defeated, and smiled bitterly. At this moment, the fog in the surroundings had gradually dissipated, and the black mass of Mohist army soldiers could be seen everywhere. In this situation, they couldn't even make a move, let alone charge out.
"I have lost. What does Prince Ding want?" Yelu Ye closed his eyes and asked coldly.
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly. "What does I want? Does General Helian not know?"
Hearing this, Helian Peng's expression changed. "Mo Xiuyao! You … "Helian Peng couldn't help but think of the two fires from 19 years ago. One was at Huifeng Valley. It was here that he saw countless Mohist army die tragically in the fire. The first battle was at the Ghost Sorrow Valley. The Mo Family Army and the Northern Tribes both suffered heavy losses. Mo Xiuyao was heavily injured and almost lost his life. The Northern Tribes suffered heavy losses and almost collapsed. But now … Mo Xiuyao actually wanted to …
"Prince Ding, the Seventh Prince has already admitted defeat!" Helian Zhen was too proud to say the word 'surrender'. He could only follow Yelu Ye's instructions and admit defeat.
"So what?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows. "I have waited for this day for 19 years. In this Huifeng Valley … … I will pay tribute to the souls of the Mohist army. So … … whether you surrender or not, all Northern Tribes soldiers who step into Da Chu State must die! "
How could Yelu Ye not understand Mo Xiuyao's intentions after listening to the conversation between the two. Mo Xiuyao actually wanted to burn all of them to death in Huifeng Valley to avenge the Mohist army that died here more than 10 years ago. Yelu Ye only felt a slight pain in his throat. He stepped forward and gritted his teeth. "Prince Ding, I have lost. Regardless of life or death, I am at Prince Ding's disposal. However, I hope that Prince Ding will let these Northern Tribes soldiers go. They were only following orders. "
Behind Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao laughed coldly. "What Prince Yelu means is that the people behind you did not kill the innocent people of the Central Plains?" Yelu Ye was speechless. The north of Da Chu State was filled with rivers of blood. Most of them were the lives of the commoners of Da Chu State. Nine out of ten houses in the north were empty. Under such circumstances, Yelu Ye had no way to argue.
Mo Xiuyao laughed coldly and raised his hand. "Release the arrows!"
The surrounding Mohist army drew their bows and arrows rained down.
"Mo Xiuyao, you have gone too far!" Helian Zhen roared. "Charge out!"
Even a cornered beast would put up a fight, let alone a human. Although these Northern Tribes soldiers were already exhausted, they had no choice but to fight in the face of life and death. Their eyes were almost red as they rushed towards the north.
Seeing the actions of the Northern Tribes army, Mo Xiuyao's lips curled into a cold smile. Feng Zhiyao waved the black flag in his hand and the Mohist army began to retaliate. However, there was a slight opening in the northwest direction for the remaining Northern Tribes soldiers to pass through.
Mo Xiuyao and the rest did not chase after them. Instead, they stood there calmly and looked in the direction of the Northern Tribes soldiers.
"Boom!" With a loud explosion, a red light shot into the sky from the northwest direction. In an instant, almost half the sky was dyed red. Faint cries of agony could be heard from the northwest direction. It was almost unbearable to hear.
Ye Li stood silently beside Mo Xiuyao. In the end, she could not help but close her eyes and cover Mo Xiaobao's ears. However, Mo Xiaobao refused to be obedient and grabbed Ye Li's hand. Although the cries of agony were terrifying to him, he knew that his father was taking revenge for the dead Mohist army and his uncle. Children were always naive and cruel. In their eyes, there was only right and wrong. Since it was right, there was no need to be afraid or even pity.
Feng Zhiyao silently looked at the red light shooting into the sky. He had also participated in the battle more than ten years ago. Although he did not make it to Huifeng Valley, when he and Mo Xiuyao arrived, they still saw the tragic state of the soldiers who died there. No, they did not even die in battle. They died in vain.
Just like Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao had never forgotten in the past 19 years. Just like how the souls of the Mohist army had never been able to rest in peace. Until now, the 200,000 soldiers of the Northern Tribes were sacrificing the souls of the Mohist army.
May the ancestors rest in peace!
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