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Qin Heng's body hung from Jing Ge's spear. Fresh blood dripped down. In this moment, his chest was filled with the joy of revenge and the smell of blood. He wanted to shout to his heart's content in this encirclement of tens of thousands of soldiers. He had finally avenged his family. After hiding in the darkness for so many years, he had finally avenged his family.
Outside Jiaozhou, he had told Fan Xian of his past for the first time. Half a year later, Fan Xian had quietly promised to give him a chance for revenge. Jing Ge didn't know what power Sir Fan junior had to help him fulfill his wish, but his wish had finally become reality.
Joy, boundless joy and murderous intent made Jing Ge laugh happily. The wretched wound had split open between his ears like a clown's mouth. Because of his laughter, it opened wider and wider. It looked particularly terrifying and miserable. Tears rolled down his face like rain.
The people who saw this scene all felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts. Riding on the horse, the old Qin Master's heart felt like it was being torn apart. His vision darkened, but he valiantly sat straight on the horse. He did not let anyone notice that he was almost unable to endure the mental decline.
The old Qin Master's face was pale and his white hair fluttered in the wind. He looked at his only son, who had been stabbed by the monstrous Shadow Knight's spear, without saying a word.
At this moment, the second scene in the scene that was quietly changing like an undercurrent in the Imperial City also changed. It was as if a divine painter was splashing ink all over the mountains, sprinkling tens of thousands of vermilion dots. Suddenly, countless wildflowers bloomed in the mountains, turning from a desolate scene to a bountiful harvest!
The main palace gate was smashed open by the rebel army's heavy chariots. The rebel army was shouting as they charged inside. However, a large blade was swung out from the palace gate, bringing with it a cold light and a streak of blood. Several heads fell to the ground!
He waved his broadsword again. In a flash of cold light, the silver-armored First Prince rode on his horse. With an indomitable aura, he leaped out of the palace gates like a god, his broadsword opening up a bloody path.
Creak, creak, creak. The heads of the vanguard of the rebel army fell. The First Prince gave a roar. Holding the long broadsword in his hand, he led the 200 imperial soldiers behind him in a sudden charge. Unexpectedly, the moment the palace gates were broken open, they charged out first. This was the first true attack of the people in the Royal Palace!
The sound of horse hooves thundering rang out. Although only a small path had been cleared out of the mountain rocks and sand inside the palace gates, it did not stop the speed of the First Prince's counterattack. The 200 imperial soldiers quickly rode out. Relying on their high-speed charge and excellent riding skills, they broke open a large gap in the vanguard of the rebel army in front of the palace gates like a knife cutting through tofu. Wherever the cold light passed, no one could stop it. Those who dared were turned into corpses and severed limbs on the ground.
In just an instant, the imperial soldiers had charged out nearly 200 feet from the suddenly opened palace gates. Like a silver stream, they were unstoppable.
At this time, the rebel army had already begun to charge toward the broken palace gates. They were densely packed like locusts filling the sky, making one shiver in fear.
Although the 200 imperial soldiers were powerful, in front of such a powerful rebel army, they were only as thick as a silver thread.
However, the First Prince was not afraid. Since he trusted Fan Xian, he had already cast aside his own life and death. As he charged, he flipped his wrist. The broadsword drew an arc in the air and chopped straight down toward his right. With a crisp crack, the short spear in a rebel army officer's hand snapped in half.
The broadsword chopped into the officer's shoulder. The First Prince furrowed his brows and gave a muffled grunt. Gathering strength from his waist, he moved his arm. With a swish, the blade of the broadsword broke out of his body and immediately chopped the officer's body in half.
Immediately after, the First Prince bent his body and avoided a spiked stick flying toward his face. At this moment, he dragged the broadsword in his hand behind him and spun it around his waist. Using his powerful arm strength, he chopped down diagonally. The edge of the broadsword whistled through the air and domineeringly chopped off the head of the rebel soldier on his left.
With a light slap, countless drops of blood sprayed onto the First Prince's silver armor. The long broadsword in his hand was also stained with thick blood. The silver and red added together was just like the bright red cloak he usually liked to wear. Following the imperial soldiers' desperate attack, it became a line of blood. It appeared exceptionally shocking and magnificent.
His helmet pressed down on the First Prince's sword-like brows. A wildfire burned in his eyes. Bravely and unstoppably, he led his subordinates and charged toward the rebel army's camp in the distance. Who knew how many obstructions and killings he would encounter along the way? Perhaps he would never be able to charge in front of Li Chengqian, but he still had to charge.
He was the Commander of the Qing Kingdom's Western Expedition Army and the only person of the royal family who had experience on the battlefield. Even if he didn't understand Fan Xian's intentions, since he had accepted this mission, he had to see it through to the end.
He was not a martial ace, but he was a fierce general in the army. The attack and defense battles in Jingdou could not bring out his ability to command in field battles. However, the First Prince had never been afraid of charging and breaking through enemy lines. Horse fighting skills on the battlefield were completely different from battles between aces. What was important was momentum. The First Prince's momentum had, without question, been raised to its peak by his determination to die.
As a child of mixed blood between Dongyi and the Qing Kingdom, from a certain point of view, he was not favored by the Emperor. However, he had strong feelings for this land.
An arrow shot out from the dark and was chopped aside by the tip of his broadsword. However, it caused his figure to pause. The countless spears of the rebel soldiers below his horse drew a few bloody wounds on his body. Fortunately, the horse was fast and did not fall into the encirclement. Instead, he killed his way through and continued charging toward the rebel army camp.
There was still a long way to go, but the 200 imperial soldiers gave one the feeling that they would charge in front of the Crown Prince in the next moment.
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Fan Xian stood on the black coffin and watched everything below the palace walls nervously. When the Great Prince charged into his field of vision through the palace doors below the palace walls, he immediately gave an order.
"Open the way for His Highness!"
There were not many imperial soldiers and Overwatch Council subordinates left on the palace walls. Most of them were doing their best to hold out against the rebel soldiers climbing up the palace walls using ladders. Relying on the four hours of preparation in the early hours of the morning, not a single rebel soldier had climbed to the top of the palace walls.
However, they had long received military orders. Although they were secretly afraid, they still carried out Fan Xian's orders without any delay. They left the area of the palace walls they were guarding and quickly moved toward the center. They fired out the few arrows in their hands without holding back at all.
The arrows were concentrated like rain, all of them landing in front of the Great Prince's Imperial Army's path of attack. They all landed on the heads of the rebel soldiers and immediately caused great damage. It also reduced the resistance on the Great Prince's path of attack.
However, the defenses in the other areas of the Royal Palace became weaker. Without the protection of arrows, the rebel soldiers on the ladders seemed to have taken stimulants. They climbed bravely and were about to reach the top of the palace walls.
The imperial soldiers pulled their bowstrings with all their might. They could not feel the pain in their arms or the blood on their fingers from the vibrations of the bowstrings. They were under Duke Fan's orders to use the bows and arrows in their hands to open the way for the Prince. What if the rebel soldiers attacked the Royal Palace? The Prince was leading 200 brothers in an attack amidst the encirclement of the rebel soldiers. If their bows and arrows slowed for a moment and the Prince was injured, what would happen? Terror, unease, heroism, and all kinds of emotions rolled through the hearts of the imperial soldiers on the palace walls.
The rebel soldiers had already climbed up the ladders to the top of the palace walls. Although there were not many people on the palace walls, they were all good men of the Qin family's army. With great difficulty, they found their footing and began to expand their positions to open a path for the rebel soldiers behind them. At the Palace gate below the palace walls, the 200 imperial soldiers had already charged out. The rebel soldiers could not stop them, so they charged in through the broken Palace gate and fought with the remaining defensive forces in the Palace.
The Royal Palace was about to fall, and the Great Prince was still charging through the rebel soldiers below the palace walls.
At this moment, there were two muffled hums. The two giant city-guarding crossbows, which had stopped for a while, finally began to fire again. This time, the fire was not aimed at the battered carriages charging through the gate or the three-section cloud carriages being transported in. Instead, under Fan Xian's strong request, they all landed among the rebel soldiers, right in front of the Great Prince's path of attack. It was just like where the imperial soldiers' arrows were pointing.
The giant crossbows landed and pierced through the bodies of countless rebel soldiers, sending up waves of bloody mist. They then stabbed heavily into the stone slabs. Some bounced up. The massive weight and powerful force of impact were enough to crush a few people to death.
The sudden powerful rain of arrows and the terrifyingly powerful crossbow bolts greatly supported the Great Prince's attack. They opened up a bloody path right in the middle of the rebel army. The Great Prince led the Imperial Army. Like a silver line, they followed this bloody path and bravely attacked the rebel army's camp.
The rebel soldiers clearly had the advantage in numbers. Seeing the Great Prince's magnificent and heroic figure on the horse, they felt their hearts tremble for no reason. The Qing army placed the most importance on military service. Everyone knew that for many years, it was this Great Prince who had led the army in battle against the Hu people on the western frontier. He had never tasted defeat and had performed a great service for the Qing Kingdom. The Great Prince had also become a famous general in the army.
The sense of pressure and force of impact created by a famous general leading an attack was not something a normal person could stand against.
Fan Xian looked at the heroic scene and took a deep breath. The two slowly moving circulations in his body suddenly sped up. He gradually removed the layer of Tianyi Dao zhenqi from the meridians in his body and allowed the ruthless and Tyrannical zhenqi to begin to circulate valiantly through his body.
The blood veins in his eyes grew thicker and thicker. The effect of the medicine had reached its peak. He gripped the grappling hook in his hand tightly and waited for the sound of the last crossbow bolt.
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Jing Ge, who had killed Qin Heng, had already been surrounded by the rebel soldiers who had arrived first. The old Qin Master coldly and listlessly pulled back his gaze and turned it toward the chaos in front of him that was still far away. He knew that the Great Prince had already begun to lead the counterattack. He knew how wild and heroic the Great Prince's battle style was. If the other side still had 3,000 riders, perhaps the old Qin Master would temporarily avoid the other side's attack. However, the rebel army's victory was already set. They had already broken through the palace gates on the city walls. At such a critical moment, the old Qin Master would not retreat even one step.
This was a natural intuition formed after decades on the battlefield. Looking at the Great Prince's blood-soaked heroic figure and thinking of the scene of his only son's tragic death earlier, the old Qin Master suddenly felt that he had grown old. He was even about to smell the scent of death. The pain that had been hidden deep in his heart made him make a wrong decision after a moment of hesitation.
"The enemy's final crazy counterattack cannot be underestimated." The old Qin Master coughed and said to his trusted family general, "Take the Crown Prince to the back of the camp."
The Crown Prince glanced at the old Qin Master. He originally did not want to retreat, but the Crown Prince did not know military affairs and was unwilling to interfere with old General Qin's troops at such a critical moment. He could only leave quietly.
The old Qin Master was an old general on the battlefield. When the Great Prince's final counterattack came, he chose to be as still as a mountain. It was naturally the best decision. However, personally seeing the tragedy of his only son's death made him more conservative. He had his family general lead the Crown Prince to temporarily avoid the Great Prince's counterattack. With this, there were only eight Qin family generals left at his side.
Perhaps, as a ninth-level ace, the old Qin Master did not care about anything.
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But, Fan Xian cared.
The massive city guarding crossbows had finally used up all of their arrows. The rain of arrows from the Imperial Army had also become sparse. The Imperial Army troops led by the Great Prince, after paying a heavy price, were still unable to break into the rebel army's camp.
Perhaps miracles could happen on the battlefield, but to rely on 200 riders to carry out a successful counterattack was no longer a miracle. It was wishful thinking. The Great Prince had fought until now, bathed in blood. He had already killed a long, bloody path. His valiant battle abilities on the battlefield had already scared countless rebel soldiers to death.
At this moment, the Royal Palace was about to fall. The Great Prince was surrounded. The remaining Black Knights and Jing Ge were surrounded. The situation was already set. Even the sound of the last city guarding crossbow was very different from the previous dozen arrows. It flew out at an angle and gave off a sorrowful whimper.
After the last arrow was shot, the two city-guarding crossbows fell silent. Everyone seemed to clearly hear the sorrowful sound of the arrow and capture the trajectory of the arrow as it tore through the air.
No one noticed that the trajectory of this arrow was completely different from the one that had opened up a path for the Great Prince.
This arrow flew at an angle and swept over the heads of all the rebel soldiers. It did not cause any damage. Instead, it slowly used up its energy in the air. After flying a long distance, it landed heavily in front of the rebel army camp.
Although the arrow had flown far, it did not pose any threat. In the end, it fell miserably to the ground like a piece of scrap metal. It did not hit a single rebel soldier. It only gave them a fright.
With a muffled pop, the arrow was like a child playing with a knife. The lucky arrow pointed downward and pierced into the earth between the stone slabs, standing upright.
At this moment, everyone on and below the city wall saw a scene that made their hearts tremble!
A black-clothed person floated down from above the Imperial City like a ghost emerging from the depths of the earth. Following the trajectory of the crossbow arrow, he swiftly flew down from the Imperial City in the air where there was no point of contact!
The black-clothed person moved very quickly. It was as if he was tearing through the air. From high above the palace walls, in the blink of an eye, he flew to the top of the rebel army's battle formation.
The end of the last arrow had a rope tied to it. The black-clothed person used a grappling hook to slide down along the rope and kill his way into the rebel army camp.
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Like a black god descending, this scene dumbfounded countless people. They were intimidated by the powerful killing intent and aura in the air. Finally, someone reacted and discovered the rope tied to the end of the last arrow that had fallen heavily to the ground. He roared, "Cut the rope!"
Numerous bright knives chopped at the rope tied tightly to the end of the arrow.
The old Qin Master's gaze grew slightly cold. Looking at the black shadow charging at him with incredible speed, the pain and anger in his heart exploded once again. His body trembled. The First Prince's courageous attack and the black-clothed man's descent from the sky had unavoidably distracted him. In particular, the tragic death of his only son had caused this powerful figure to finally reveal a gap in his state of mind.
Just as the old Qin Master's state of mind trembled slightly, a knife light also lit up at the corner of his eyes.
This knife light was not chopping toward the rope at the end of the arrow.
Instead, it was chopping toward the old Qin Master's body.
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A muffled crack exploded in the rebel army camp. Gong Dian's armor clanked wildly from the zhenqi in his body. The powerful zhenqi made his hair stand on end. His hands gripped the straight knife in his hands tightly and chopped toward the old Qin Master's neck.
This strike contained all of the power in Gong Dian's body. The power at the peak of the eighth level exploded into this strike that he had waited many years for.
A glimmer of anger and disbelief flashed through the old Qin Master's eyes. His face flushed red as his hand clamped down tightly on Gong Dian's brutal strike.
Fresh blood dripped from between the old Qin Master's thumb and index finger. Faced with this extremely sinister assassination attempt, the first elder of the Qing army, a superior ninth-level ace, still trembled like he had when he saw Fan Xian descend from the sky.
With just a slight tremble, the old Qin Master's flushed face immediately became a deathly white. Gong Dian could no longer hold onto his long knife.
There was another person who attacked at the same time as Gong Dian. A very heavy and powerful person.
Ye Zhong's attack was very heavy. It was so heavy that it seemed to carry with it the wind and sand of the Dingzhou desert. It carried with it some mysterious intent. Decisively and mercilessly, it tore apart the body of a rebel general between him and the old Qin Master and struck the old Qin Master's abdomen.
Ye Zhong and Gong Dian attacked the old Qin Master at the same time.
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This scene happened too suddenly, too strangely, and too unbelievable. Even the old Qin Master did not understand what meaning it contained. His personal family warriors had already escorted the Crown Prince to the side palace, but the eight generals at his side could not react at all.
After this massive muffled sound, dust and smoke rose up in the rebel army camp. The dust and smoke settled slightly. The three warhorses under the three people were shaken by the powerful zhenqi. They didn't even have time to cry out before they exploded and died.
The old Qin Master spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. A terrifying wound appeared on his abdomen. His hand, which had quickly reached down like a withered bamboo, was already tightly gripping Ye Zhong's wrist that held the knife.
Ye Zhong lowered his head. His brows were as steady as a mountain. The zhenqi in his body flowed out without holding back. With a muffled grunt, he took a step forward and pressed down again.
The old Qin Master's body trembled again. A powerful force exploded out from his old body. His left elbow flicked out. Holding Gong Dian's steel knife in his hand, the tip of his elbow had already smashed ruthlessly into Gong Dian's chest.
With a pfft, Gong Dian spat out a mist of blood that filled the air. However, he borrowed the momentum of spitting out blood to let out an explosive roar. Without any regard for his own safety, he pressed his entire body forward. With a press of the blade, the old Qin Master's left hand was pressed against his neck, giving off a terrifying creaking sound.
All of this happened in a very short amount of time. Ye Zhong knew that he only had one chance. Given his mountain-like personality, he would not pass it up. He took a deep breath and his chest expanded. His left hand shook and quickly became like a metal plate, breaking free of the old Qin Master's unusually powerful control.
This left hand became a metal plate. With the power of a coffin breaker, it landed heavily on the old Qin Master's bleeding chest wound.
The Ye family's hand skills were the best in the world.
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The powerful force of impact pushed the three top aces of the Qing military back on the stone floor. Along the way, they shattered the ground and sent up smoke and dust.
At this moment, the rope behind the crossbow had been cut. Fan Xian, dressed in black, fell from midair. However, he did not fall into the encirclement of the rebel soldiers. Instead, the tip of his foot pushed off the helmet of a rebel soldier. Like a streak of smoke, he pierced straight into the rebel camp.
Ye Zhong's coffin breaker landed viciously on the wound in the old Qin Master's waist.
Fan Xian shrunk into a ball of black shadow and immediately unfurled. With two swishing sounds, his left hand pulled out the sword of the Wei Emperor tied to his back. His right hand pulled out the black dagger he had taken from Lady Ning. With a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, he turned into a streak of black smoke and swept past the heads of the eight Qin family generals in the rebel camp.
With a number of crisp sounds, five of the generals died with their throats slit. Three of them retreated with chest injuries.
Although it was only one exchange, Fan Xian had already unleashed the most power he had since his rebirth.
Like a giant bird returning to the forest, he flew toward the three people fighting like wild beasts.
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The old Qin Master, who was injured, let out a wild roar. With a flip of his hand, he pulled back his fingers and struck heavily on Ye Zhong's left shoulder, who did not care for his life and did not care about defense. The strike shattered Ye Zhong's left shoulder. The foot under his body stomped heavily on the ground, leaving a footprint, and brought his body flying backward.
Ye Zhong gave a muffled grunt. Using the coffin breaker technique of closing the coffin, he locked onto the old Qin Master's wildly overflowing and endlessly trembling right hand.
Gong Dian's entire body was covered in blood. He wrapped one hand around the old Qin Master's left arm and stuck his body to it. He used his body to press down on the two knives between the two of them. Through the old Qin Master's powerful palm, he pressed down toward his neck.
The three of them tangled together and quickly retreated over 30 meters. With a crash, they smashed through the wall of a wooden building at the back of the square and sent up countless clouds of dust.
However, someone was faster than them. Fan Xian flew in like a black bird and arrived in front of the old Qin Master like lightning. The long sword in his hand flipped and pierced into the old Qin Master's lower abdomen with a clang.
Blood blossomed as the long sword entered the body. Fan Xian lowered his head to hold the sword. With a muffled grunt, he continued to stab forward. The powerful force caused the bodies of the four warriors to smash through the second wall of the building, the third wall, and sent up countless clouds of dust. It hid this sinister, shameless, and bloody murder in a place where tens of thousands of people could not see.
The buildings and scenery around them flowed like they were going back in time. Fan Xian, Ye Zhong, and Gong Dian did not let go.
Although these three sinister assassins knew that the old Qin Master had suddenly been ambushed and had suffered injuries that were difficult to recover from under the combined attack of two ninth-level aces and an eighth-level brave warrior, no one could predict what kind of brilliance this elder of the Qing military would explode with in the last moments of his life.
With a muffled boom, this barbaric assassination was finally stopped in front of the last wall. Ye Zhong continued to use the Coffin-Breaker Technique to tightly grip the old Qin Master's most powerful right hand. Gong Dian continued to press down on the old Qin Master's left arm.
Fan Xian still maintained his half-crouched stabbing position. His hands trembled as he held the blood-covered sword. Only the hilt of the sword was exposed outside the old Qin Master's abdomen.
The old Qin Master's grizzled hair was disheveled, but a terrifying light still shone in his eyes. Like an old lion king on the verge of death, he suddenly let out an angry roar. His entire body began to tremble violently. The last counterattack of a ninth-level ace before death used this kind of violent tremor as an omen.
From the wooden wall behind him, the tip of a sword suddenly and noiselessly extended out.
The tip of the sword only protruded out four inches, but it just so happened to pierce into the old Qin Master's body, the third section of his tailbone. This mysterious sword thrust out and then retracted, disappearing without a trace. However, it was a fatal blow.
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