The fortress that had guarded the borders of the Pingyang Kingdom for countless years and had weathered countless storms was destroyed by Jian Chen just like that. After the fortress collapsed, the more than one million soldiers that were hidden behind it appeared in Jian Chen's line of sight. At this moment, all of the soldiers' expressions were sluggish. Many of them even had deep fear in their eyes as they looked at Jian Chen who was floating in the air with fear.
The fortress that protected the Pingyang Kingdom had collapsed and turned into ruins. The four powerful Heaven Saint Masters had all fallen. After experiencing this tragedy, the strength of the Pingyang Kingdom was greatly reduced, especially the four Heaven Saint Masters. This was an irrecoverable loss. Moreover, this was a huge blow to the morale of the soldiers.
Heaven Saint Masters were the pillars of strength in every kingdom in this region. They represented the prosperity and status of the kingdom. Especially in times of war, they were the biggest pillar in the hearts of millions of soldiers. They were the faith of millions of soldiers. Their deaths made the millions of soldiers of the Pingyang Kingdom feel as if they had lost their souls. They no longer had the slightest desire to fight.
Jianchen coldly glanced at the one million soldiers behind the fortress. He then soared into the sky and flew towards the center of the Pingyang Kingdom. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon.
Chang Wuji watched as Jianchen left. When he saw the direction Jianchen was heading, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He muttered, "Where is he going? Looking at the direction he's heading, he's heading towards the royal palace of the Pingyang Kingdom. Is he going to wreak havoc in the royal palace? "
… …
Jianchen flew as fast as he could. His entire body was wrapped in a thick layer of wind element. He flew over mountains and ridges, passing through cities of various sizes. He flew as fast as lightning towards the royal palace of the Pingyang Kingdom.
The royal palace of the Pingyang Kingdom was more than seven thousand kilometers away from the fortress. Even if Jianchen flew at full speed, it would still take him four to six hours to reach the royal palace.
Two hours after Jianchen left, in the northern fortress of the Kingdom of Gesun, the million soldiers of the Pingyang Kingdom were neatly lined up ten kilometers away. It was just outside the range of the Intermediate Magic Crystal Cannons. At this moment, the million soldiers had already assembled. They only needed to give the order and they could attack the fortress at any time.
On the other hand, the Gesun Kingdom's fortress, which was over eighty meters tall, was in shambles. Many parts of it had collapsed, making it impossible for the soldiers on the walls to pass through. At the entrance of the fortress, the half-meter thick gate that was completely made of refined steel had also become uneven. It was in ruins and it was covered in holes. It was so damaged that it couldn't even open normally.
In one of the towers on the fortress wall, a few generals in helmets and armors gathered together. They all looked haggard and their faces were yellow. They didn't look very good.
"It seems that the Kingdom of Gesun is doomed this time. The enemy has already gathered a million soldiers and they can attack us at any time. Moreover, there are still two million soldiers resting at the fortress of the Pingyang Kingdom. It's impossible for us to defend against the enemy with just over eight hundred thousand injured soldiers." An old man in armor sighed and said with a heavy face.
"Now, the fifty Intermediate Magic Crystal Cannons and two hundred Beginner Magic Crystal Cannons in the northern fortress are almost all useless. If we continue to use them, they will explode at any time. Moreover, we don't have many Magic Cores left. We won't be able to hold on for long." A general with a bandage wrapped around his right arm said listlessly.
"Let's hold on for as long as we can. Even if we die, we won't let them have it easy." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in armor. His face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Looking at the expression on the middle-aged man's face, a general in armor beside him sighed and said, "Changyang Ba, I know that your son has been captured by the Pingyang Kingdom. You must be very upset. But don't worry, the Wuji senior is very powerful. He will definitely save Changyang Hu."
A sliver of sorrow flashed through Changyang Ba's eyes as he bitterly said, "It's said that A 'Hu's limbs have already been chopped off. He's reduced to a cripple who can't even take care of himself. Even if we save him, it'll only make him suffer more."
Hearing this, the generals sitting around sighed. Although a powerful Radiant Saint Master could regenerate a person's severed limbs, Radiant Saint Masters with this ability were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns in the Tianyuan Continent. Not only were they difficult to find, even if they were found, the Changyang Prefecture would not be able to invite them. It could be said that Changyang Hu would never be able to recover in this lifetime.
"Changyang Ba, don't forget that you still have a talented fourth son, Changyang Shōten. Changyang Shōten condensed a Saint Weapon at the age of fifteen. With his talent, his strength will definitely increase a lot when he returns. He might not be any weaker than his elder brother, Changyang Hu." A few middle-aged men in armor comforted him. These people were all from the four great clans of Lore City. They were all on very good terms with the Changyang Prefecture.
When he heard about his fourth son, Changyang Shōten, Changyang Ba sighed inside. A few years ago, because of the Huayun Sect's power, his youngest son had been forced to leave home at the age of fifteen. It had already been several years since then, and there had been no news of him at all. Even now, Changyang Ba did not know whether his fourth son, Changyang Shōten, was still alive or not.
At this moment, a young man in light armor walked in with large strides. He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I just heard you mention something about Changyang Shōten. Can you tell me more about this Changyang Shōten? He condensed a Saint Weapon at the age of fifteen, three years faster than me. How amazing. I'm also very curious about this genius."
When they saw the young man walk in, the generals all stood up and enthusiastically greeted him.
"Little friend Ming Dong, since you're interested in this matter, let me tell you the whole story," an armored man in armor said with a smile. He then explained everything about Changyang Shōten in detail, including how great Changyang Shōten's talent was. When he first became a Saint, he was able to defeat several Saints and a Great Saint. He was highly regarded by the king, and in the end, Changyang Shōten was forced to leave home because of the Huayun Sect's power.
"Ai, Changyang Shōten was only fifteen when he left. Now that several years have passed, I don't know where he is. If he had stayed in the Kingdom of Gesun, his achievements would not be any weaker than his elder brother's. Perhaps he would already be a Great Saint Master." The armored old man sighed.
"The Huayun Sect!" The armored young man murmured. A vicious light flashed through his eyes, but it disappeared very quickly. He smiled faintly, "Don't worry, patriarch of the Changyang clan. Your son will definitely return safely."
Changyang Ba let out a long sigh. His face was gloomy, "That's no longer important. In just a few days, my Changyang Prefecture will cease to exist. Even if he comes back, what's the point? He'll only be buried here. If Xiang 'er really is still alive, I hope he doesn't come back. At the very least, he won't be caught in the crossfire."
"He won't. Don't worry, patriarch of the Changyang clan. I will definitely do my best to protect Changyang Prefecture. If it really doesn't work, I'll go ask my uncle Tian to help," the young man said solemnly. He was extremely serious.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that the young man had an uncle. Someone immediately asked, "Ming Dong, is your uncle Tian very powerful?"
"I'm not sure about that either. However, if my Uncle Tian is willing to take action, stopping this war will definitely not be a problem. Don't look at me like that. I've already begged my Uncle Tian a few times before, but he's not willing to interfere at all," said the young man.
Hearing this, everyone's faces were filled with disappointment.
At this moment, an azure-robed old man walked in from outside. His face was filled with sorrow.
Changyang Ba's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the old man walk in. He immediately arrived before the old man and asked nervously, "Chang Bo, you've finally returned. How is A 'Hu? Has he been saved?"
Chang Wuji let out a long sigh and said sorrowfully, "Patriarch, the first young master has been successfully saved. He's not in any danger for now, but in the future, sigh …"
Changyang Ba's face immediately froze. At that moment, he seemed to have become much paler. Out of his four children, only his eldest and fourth had some talent for cultivation. His fourth son's fate was unknown, while his eldest son had become a cripple. Now, Changyang Ba could not find a single capable man other than his third son who had no talent for cultivation at all.
After a long while, Changyang Ba finally calmed down. He sighed at the sky and said softly, "It's fine as long as he's alive. Let's talk about the future in the future."
Chang Wuji also remained silent. He was dispirited. How could he not understand Changyang Ba's feelings? He was also heartbroken that Changyang Hu had ended up in such a miserable state. After all, he had watched him grow up. Although he was not a relative, he was more than a relative.
None of the people in the tower said anything. They were all in a heavy mood. The Kingdom of Gesun was facing such a tragic situation that could not be changed. Soon, they would all die on the battlefield and be buried here.
After a long while, Chang Wuji suppressed the sorrow in his heart and said, "Patriarch, there's a piece of good news that I should tell everyone. When I went to save the first young master, I encountered a mysterious young expert. He killed all four Heaven Saint Masters guarding the fortress of the Kingdom of Pingyang. He even destroyed the border fortress of the Kingdom of Pingyang."
Hearing this, the armoured people in the tower turned pale with fright. They looked at Chang Wuji in disbelief. An old man immediately asked, "Senior Wuji, what did you say? Four Heaven Saint Masters of the Kingdom of Pingyang were killed by a mysterious young expert. Is this true? "
Chang Wuji waved his hand and took out four bloody heads from his Space Ring. He placed them on the table one by one.
Looking at the four heads on the table, everyone's expression suddenly became sluggish. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
Ming Dong's eyes also flashed. He asked, "Senior Wuji, what's the name of the person who killed the four Heaven Saint Masters?"
"I don't know either. When I arrived, the first young master had already been saved by him. It seems like he has an extraordinary relationship with the first young master." Chang Wuji said with a hint of confusion.
Hearing this, Ming Dong's face became thoughtful. His eyes flashed.
Afterward, Chang Wuji hung the heads of the four Heaven Saint Masters high on the walls of the fortress. This greatly increased the morale of the troops. Cheers could be heard everywhere.
Not long after, two furious roars came from the front. Two dots of light, one red and one yellow, appeared in the distant sky. They quickly shot toward the fortress of the Kingdom of Gesun. A powerful aura filled the air, making it difficult for the soldiers below to breathe.
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