The middle-aged Yan man did not see the two lightning-like eyes in the tent far away. However, as the most powerful Psyche Master living in seclusion in the West of Yan, he was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Instantly, he felt as if there was a coldness coming from the deepest part of the earth, penetrating the tent and invading his body.
His expression changed drastically. With a muffled grunt, he made the first move! His skinny hands spread out in front of his chest and abdomen, forming a mudra. His palms were mottled with blood, like two bright red wintersweet flowers in late winter. Psyche Power gushed out through the air!
The air in the tent far away was drawn by this surge of Psyche Power and suddenly rolled up like a storm. The middle-aged general who was sitting quietly among the dozens of expensive furs frowned slightly.
The expensive fur under his body split open and rolled up as if it had a life of its own. The leather of the bed sheet was torn into ropes by the violent Psyche Power. They swayed like snakes and instantly bound his body, making him sink deeper and deeper.
These seemingly terrifying ropes were actually unable to bind the middle-aged man at all. What was truly effective was the thick Qi of Heaven and Earth that was attached to these ropes, as well as the formless and powerful mental power!
The young man was a Great Sword Master who had just become famous in the Yan Kingdom. Before the age of 30, he had stepped into the middle grade of Seethrough. He could be called a cultivation genius, so it was inevitable that he was proud. However, looking at his companions beside him who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, he knew that his side had already been discovered by the enemy. Thinking of the enemy's violent and powerful reputation, he did not dare to be careless. His eyebrows were like swords, and he bit the tip of his tongue to spit out a mouthful of blood. His fingers pinched the sword formula and the blood came out. He used all his cultivation in one move!
The flying sword hidden in the sheath beside him was unsheathed with a clang. With a flash of light, it turned into a silver dragon and tore through the tent in front of him. It pierced through the darkness that shrouded the military camp before dawn and pierced into the flickering tent of the central military!
The middle-aged man in the tent looked indifferent. He let the ropes, ropes, and leather, which contained the vigorous Qi of Heaven and Earth, bind his body with the invisible and powerful Psyche Power, and let the torn expensive furs flutter in the air around him. His steel-like body under the thin clothes showed no sign of moving.
He frowned as he stared at the whistling flying sword. He looked at the untraceable and unfathomable sword shadow that was as powerful as a flying dragon. Suddenly, he frowned and revealed an extremely disdainful and indifferent smile.
Those ropes that contained the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and those invisible mental powers had shrunk the thin underwear of the middle-aged man into pieces. The dragon-like flying sword had already reached less than three feet in front of him, whistling shrilly. In the next moment, it was about to pierce into the space between his eyebrows. The situation was extremely dangerous.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's sculpted lips tightened. With some boredom, some contempt, and some tiredness, he casually said a word, "Break!"
The word "break" came out of his lips. It was clear and thick, but not very loud. However, just as the sound reverberated in the tent, the slowly flowing black clouds above the military camp suddenly sped up. A gray sky shone on the ground, and the clouds exploded with a loud thunder!
Boom!
No one knew whether the thunder came from the clouds or from the indifferent lips of the middle-aged man. It roared and instantly occupied all the space in the Tang military camp. An irresistible presence shrouded the wilderness.
The flying sword that had pierced into the tent suddenly trembled as if it had been hit by an invisible hammer. It trembled and let out a wail, struggling to turn around and escape. However, the middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning, and his words were like thunder. What in the world could be faster and stronger than lightning?
With a faint cracking sound, the flying sword that was as vigorous as a silver dragon a moment ago was directly smashed into scorched black iron pieces. In an instant, it was broken into dozens of pieces that flew everywhere, piercing through the tent and disappearing into unknown places.
The pieces of expensive fur flying in the air seemed to be immobilized. They suddenly floated quietly in the air. The ropes that tightly bound the middle-aged man broke inch by inch like a snake that had been cut by a sharp knife. They fell to the ground lifelessly and could no longer control him!
This thunderous roar from the middle-aged man's lips did not end there. Instead, it continued to rumble through the military camp. The majestic and unparalleled power once again surged out. In the next moment, the majestic and sturdy central camp violently exploded like a leather bag that had been filled with too much wine. Countless fragments of the tent mixed with the contents of the tent and flew out!
Then, a small tent next to the tent was overturned and exploded into pieces. The Tang bodyguard inside rubbed his eyes and looked at the high sky helplessly. Before he could figure out what had happened, he was frightened by the terrible explosion behind him and subconsciously crawled to the ground.
One by one, the tents of the Tang army burst open and flew away. The thick soil on the border seemed to be blooming flowers. Starting from the ruins of the tent of the Tang army, it moved in a straight line to the south. Wherever the line pointed, whether it was tents or stables, they all collapsed in an instant. What was amazing was that the people and horses inside were not injured.
In a flash, the majestic and powerful power came to the end of the line, which was the tent of the intelligence department where the two Yan people were hiding. The middle-aged man of Yan felt the power coming toward him and knew that the two of them had no time to react. He subconsciously looked at his young companion who was trembling beside him with pity and then shook his head.
The wind blew and the small tent was instantly torn apart.
The neck of the middle-aged Psyche Master from Yan Xi was suddenly broken. His shaking head was directly shaken off his body and exploded like a ripe watermelon. Only the horrible blood cavity was left and the body fell forward with blood splashing.
The other young Seethrough strong man from Yan Kingdom had two streaks of blood in his desperate eyes. Then his whole body slowly collapsed like a sand sculpture blown by the wind and became a horrible pool of flesh and blood on the ground.
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The warning bell rang hurriedly. The Tang border army responded with high efficiency and quickly strengthened the defense of the position. The cavalry on the left began to prepare their swords and horses and pressed forward towards the Yan territory. Deep in the camp, however, it was still orderly. The personal guards of the general in full armor walked among the ruins expressionlessly, looking for possible enemies.
Suddenly, whether it was the personal guards who were looking for spies, the ordinary soldiers who were cleaning up the ruins of the tents, or the horsekeepers who were comforting the frightened military horses, they all stopped what they were doing at the same time. They stood straight and raised their right arms to their chest. They looked at the middle-aged man in awe and saluted in unison, "General Xiahou!"
The sound of steady footsteps rang out in the barracks as the middle-aged man indifferently walked over. At this moment, he was already wearing a set of shining armor. One could faintly see some kind of indecipherable rune inscribed on the armor. These black lines of rune inscriptions did not dilute the killing intent of the armor. Instead, they added an indescribable sense of power to the armor.
He was one of the four generals with the most power in the Tang military.
He was … the great general of the army, Xia Hou.
General Xiahou was a strong man at the peak of Martial Cultivation in the world. His muscles and bones were like steel. Coupled with his ice-cold expression, ruthless and cruel military methods, and fearless military style, he was invincible in the north of the continent for 24 years. He helped the empire to open up new land and intimidated the enemies. He was highly regarded by the imperial court and respected by his subordinates. In the hearts of the people of Yan who had suffered a lot, this general of the Tang Kingdom was simply a human devil.
The tents of the intelligence department that were torn into pieces had become ruins. His subordinates cleaned it up as fast as they could and then surrounded it with cloth. They respectfully invited the general to inspect it.
Xiahou looked at the headless body of the Psyche Master of Western Yan. After a moment of silence, he said, "Twenty-four years ago, you were the commander of the vanguard of the Yan Kingdom. After you were defeated by me, you fled the battlefield in fear. I heard that you have been hiding in Western Yan all these years. I did not expect that after so many years, you actually have the courage to assassinate me again."
After saying this, he indifferently lowered his head to look at the pool of flesh and blood in front of his boots. He contemptuously mocked, "A little sword master in the middle level of Seethrough actually dares to provoke me. You're really looking for death."
At this time, a middle-aged man in civilian clothes calmly walked forward. After a respectful bow, he handed over a few pieces of broken things with both hands and said in a low voice, "There is no problem with the military camp's defense. These two Yan assassins could sneak into the military camp and do such a crazy thing because they carried the seal issued by the Chang 'an Military Ministry."
Hearing this information, Xiahou quietly looked at the middle-aged man's eyes and did not speak for a long time.
If it had been another subordinate, he would have been trembling in fear under the calm eyes and silence of the general and would have knelt down to beg for forgiveness without asking for the reason. However, this middle-aged man, whose name was Gu Xi, had a mysterious origin and was good at strategy. He handled documents and private affairs for Xia Hou and was Xia Hou's most trusted subordinate. Therefore, he did not show any fear when facing Xia Hou's eyes and said calmly, "The seal is from the Chang 'an Military Ministry. It doesn't prove anything."
Gu Xi knew that the general did not want to hear that the assassination had anything to do with anyone in Chang 'an. In fact, there was no evidence to prove this, so he answered with certainty.
General Xiahou no longer looked at him, nor did he mention anything related to the Chang 'an Military Ministry. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the dawn. After a long silence, he squinted his eyes and said expressionlessly, "They found a Psyche Master who hated me for half of his life and a proud and incompetent young swordsman who thought he was a genius and could make great achievements to assassinate me. It seems that … the Yan Kingdom does not want the Crown Prince to return."
This time, the Yan Kingdom sent a genius Great Sword Master and a Psyche Master who had lived in seclusion for many years to carry out the assassination. It seemed that they had paid a great price and invested a great deal of effort and expectations. The situation at that time also seemed extremely dangerous. But in fact, compared with General Xiahou's unparalleled strength, this assassination was more like a desperate suicide.
Listening to this seemingly brainless analysis, Gu Xi admired in admiration and said, "The general is really clever. This year is the day when the Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom returns home. Whether the assassination is successful or not, His Majesty will definitely be furious. If the general writes another letter, I'm afraid that the Crown Prince can only continue to live in Chang 'an City as a Duke."
General Xiahou said expressionlessly, "How can I follow the wishes of those Yan Kingdom people? Send an order to the army not to mention this assassination. Later, I will write a secret letter to His Majesty to explain the whole matter. It is not so easy to keep Prince Long Qing, whom you Yan people have pinned the hope of restoring your country, in the country! "
"Prince Long Qing may not be willing to stay in the Yan Kingdom." Gu Xi thought of the news from the Military Ministry the day before and said with a smile, "Being able to enter the Second floor of the Academy to study with the Headmaster of the Academy is not necessarily worse than being a substitute Crown Prince."
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