"Your Majesty!"
"Father!"
Feng Ling and the guards by his side turned pale with fright and hurriedly helped him up. Feng Ling hatefully said: "Father, don't worry. Even if Ye Wuchen has the ability to reach the heavens, tonight, he will absolutely … not be able to escape!"
"Hahaha … Hahahaha …" Feng Lie's body went limp and he bitterly laughed: "So what if he dies? If he dies, can the War God of our Feng Clan come back … Can the three elders of the Feng Clan come back … The four of them can fight against thousands of soldiers and horses … but they were all destroyed by him, by him alone … Twenty years ago, the Yeh family made me return in defeat. Today, twenty years later, a junior from the Yeh family actually destroyed my Feng Clan to this extent in one day … The Yeh family, are they really my nemesis …"
"Father …" Feng Ling opened his mouth and wanted to say some comforting words, but in the end, he didn't say anything. This blow, to the Feng Clan, was too big, so big that no one could bear it. Ever since he was young, Feng Lie had always been dignified and angry in front of him. He didn't panic and calmly faced all the big and small waves. He had never seen him panic before, which made him respect and fear him at the same time. But today, the grand wedding was ruined, and he could only watch as Ye Wuchen was taken away. This was the first time in his life that he was kidnapped, and this was already a great humiliation. However, this was only the beginning. Just now, Feng Ru was brutally killed in front of him. Feng Zhaoyang was dead … The three elders of the Feng Clan were dead …
How could he bear such a catastrophic blow!?
Ye Wuchen stepped on the blood all the way south from the imperial study room. The densely packed sabers and arrows still couldn't stop his footsteps. When he arrived at the gate of the imperial palace, his body was already stained with blood. However, Ningxue's hair and dress were still as white as before; there was not a single trace of blood on her. This was because on the surface of her body, there was a protective barrier formed by half of Ye Wuchen's power.
"All of you, scram!!"
With a roar, he leaped high into the air with all his strength, pouncing toward the palace gate that was filled with guards. When his body landed, he had already swung his right hand, and the Star Slashing Sword slashed out with a golden flame. A destructive power surged downward, and the more than two hundred guards below him fell to the ground as if they were being crushed by Mount Tai. They were crushed beyond recognition, and even the weapons in their hands were deformed.
"Boom!" The palace gate that had existed for an unknown number of years suddenly collapsed, burying the guards who had already died tragically.
"Bang!" Ye Wuchen finally landed on the ground. The Star Slashing Sword was deeply inserted into the cracked ground, causing the ground to tremble. In the surroundings, there was no longer anyone who could stand. The guards who had chased after him were all dumbfounded. Their bodies trembled and they did not dare to move forward. That incomparably miserable death had easily crushed their psychological defenses.
"Cher … we … can go out now …"
He said softly and stood up. His eyes were dizzy. Today, was the first day he had killed someone. Looking at the dismembered corpses and fresh blood on the ground, his eyes were surprisingly calm. It was as if he was supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be a bloodthirsty demon god who slaughtered the common people.
He finally stepped out of the palace gate, enduring the tearing pain as he ran forward. But in front of him, it was not the bustling Tianfeng City. Instead, it was filled with … people.
The road ahead was completely sealed off. Neatly lined up with city guards clad in bronze armor and wielding swords and shields in their hands. Looking from afar, as far as the eye could see, it was still a sea of people. No one would doubt that this group was hundreds of feet long and hundreds of feet wide …
Only for him.
Ye Wuchen straightened his body and held his head high as he walked toward this huge group that had been waiting for him for a long time. Behind him, the group of guards also quickly surged forward, sweeping towards him.
"Your Majesty, Ye Wuchen has already escaped out of the palace and is now surrounded by the West City Army led by General Yue. It is impossible for him to escape."
The incomparably weak Feng Lie suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Immediately build the highest observation tower in the palace! I want to see him die with my own eyes! "
If he could not see him die with his own eyes, he would not be able to eat or sleep in peace for the rest of his life.
A lookout tower was quickly set up, reaching a height of tens of meters. On it, there were several of the best magic telescopes in the Tianchen Continent.
When Yue Handong received the order to mobilize the city guards to surround and kill a person, he shouted that it was ridiculous. But when he heard that the person had killed Feng Zhaoyang, he was stunned for a long time. Then, without saying a word, he rushed out and surrounded the palace gate as fast as he could.
Such a large-scale mobilization of troops would definitely alarm the entire Tianfeng City. For a moment, everyone was in danger and did not go out, trying to guess what had happened. There was almost no trace of pedestrians on the streets. The sky was not completely dark yet, but there was already a thin crescent moon in the sky, shining brightly.
Seeing a petite girl in his arms and a huge flaming sword in his hand, Yue Handong could not believe his eyes. The shock in his heart was indescribable. The city guards, who were on standby, were also shocked beyond words.
He was the one who killed the God of War!?
Who the hell was he!?
For a moment, the huge troops were silent. Yue Handong, who had been through hundreds of battles and was always calm and composed, did not give any orders for a long time.
Behind him, the imperial guards finally approached, and the wind of the blade approached. A scarlet light flashed in Ye Wuchen's eyes. His blood-stained body drew a red afterimage, and he faced the huge troops in front of him.
He used his fastest speed, a speed that even the three elders of the God of Wind could not react to.
Chi chi chi —
The sound of flesh being cut overlapped, and it was so terrifying that it made people's hearts palpitate. At this moment, Ye Wuchen was like a blood-red drill, and with a speed that they could not accept, he fiercely pierced into the troops, piercing through them quickly …
The speed at which he waved his hand was so fast that it could not be seen clearly, and the flames in front of him filled the sky with flowers of blood and heart-wrenching screams. In his ears, the armors, weapons, and limbs that were cut by the Star Slashing Sword flew past. In front of him, all he could see was the ball of flames woven by the Star Slashing Sword. He simply closed his eyes and raised his speed to the extreme, raised his strength to the extreme, and raised the speed at which he waved his sword to the extreme …
The huge orderly troops suddenly fell into chaos, but Ye Wuchen was like a bloody meteor. Every person who died under his sword only saw a flash of flames in the last moments of their lives, and they did not even have the time to attack. Even if there were a few people who pulled out their weapons and held them horizontally in front of them, they would still be cut to pieces by the terrifying waves of air.
Tens of thousands of troops were mobilized for one person. Before this, it was unknown how many people had treated this movement as a joke, and had come with the mentality of joining in on the fun. But they did not expect that they would not be facing a single person … but a terrifying Demon God. In that short moment of astonishment, they had already been ambushed … A troop of ten thousand people had been ambushed by a single person.
The unstoppable attack, the incomparably brutal piercing, and the blood that filled the sky caused them to be scared out of their wits, in addition to the miserable and despairing screams before death. There was a crowd in front and behind them, and no matter if they wanted to rush over or avoid or escape, there was no way out. And when he approached, that terrifying speed and frightening aura gave them no chance to attack, and they would only become a part of the bloody path under his feet.
When Feng Lie and Feng Ling stood on the observation deck and picked up the magic binoculars, they saw that the huge troop outside the palace had already been cut in half by a scarlet line of blood. The bloody figure that cut open this bloody path quickly escaped, leaving a trail of blood behind. His figure quickly disappeared into the night sky that was starting to fall.
The binoculars in Feng Lie's and Feng Ling's hands fell to the ground at the same time. They widened their eyes, and were speechless for a long time.
A true unparalleled expert would not be afraid of thousands of troops. This was because even if there were hundreds of thousands of troops or millions of troops, only a few or a dozen of them would be able to attack a single person, much less ten thousand troops. The rest could only stand at the side and watch. Therefore, as long as one could cut open a gap in the troop and escape at the fastest speed possible before he was exhausted, even thousands of troops would not be able to trap an unparalleled expert.
Therefore, to people like Feng Zhaoyang who had stepped into the Divine level, numbers could be said to be no threat at all. If he wanted to leave, even millions of troops would not be able to stop him.
And of course, the most important factor was speed — the speed of movement and the speed of attack. If one's movement speed could not exceed the troop's movement speed, he would not be able to escape from the entanglement of the troop, and would be dragged on until he died of exhaustion. If one's attack speed was not fast enough, and he could not quickly eliminate the enemies in front of him while moving quickly, then the other party's attack would land on him. Furthermore, if there was a person of similar strength to hold him back, then he would definitely be drowned in the army, and there would be no hope of escaping.
From the beginning to the end, Yue Handong did not give a single order. Ye Wuchen only used a few tens of seconds to escape from the encirclement of the ten thousand troops, turning this huge troop that had come to encircle a single person into a laughable joke.
He absentmindedly walked to the center of the troop, and a blood-colored path was neatly connected from the front of the troop to the back of the troop …
"Quick, chase after him!" His roar awakened countless city guards who were dumbfounded. The huge troop immediately turned around and moved in the direction that Ye Wuchen had left. However, the sound of their footsteps was not as orderly as when they had arrived, and it was as chaotic as their heartbeats.
That spurt of energy just now was the only way for Ye Wuchen to escape. If he had paused for even a moment in the middle, he would have been drowned by the sea of people. He ran for his life, and his vision became more and more blurry until it became gray. Finally, he crashed into a wall with a bang. Because he was moving too fast, the wall shook violently and almost collapsed. Ye Wuchen, on the other hand, was violently bounced off and fell to the ground.
"Cough cough …" Liquid constantly sprayed out from his mouth, and he had already lost count of how many times he had done this. He hurriedly propped up his body with his hands and sat up. He hugged Ningxue tightly and weakly asked, "Cher, did I hurt you?"
Cher raised her face and shook her head vigorously. Her small face was already smeared with tears. Ye Wuchen's whole body was stained with blood, but she did not receive a trace of injury. She did not feel the slightest pain. She knew why this was. She also knew that if Ye Wuchen had left her behind, he could have already escaped. However, for her, he had scattered his strength and spirit, and even had only one arm that could be used.
However, she would not beg him to let go of her and leave by himself, because she knew that he would not, and would instead be very angry. If she were him, she would not do the same.
"That's good." Ye Wuchen smiled gratifyingly and took a few deep breaths. He calmed himself down and used his remaining strength to heal his injuries. Other than the few cuts that Feng Zhaoyang had obviously shown mercy on his body, he did not receive any other injuries. However, his internal injuries were extremely serious. After using all his strength to pierce through the wall, his injuries became even more severe, and his strength was quickly depleted. In the intense pain just now, his consciousness had already started to dissipate. His final escape was completely due to the breath that he had been holding back all this time. At this moment, this breath was completely released, and he was on the verge of collapse.
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