This hundred-thousand-strong army had been hastily assembled, and none of the great clans had dared to amass a large number of troops in the capital to protect themselves. In other words, before Duanmu Huangqi had made his move, none of the great clans had thought that the capital would be in danger.
With the Divine King's Palace and Jianlu around, who would be so blind as to make a move in the capital unless it was a grand Jianlu ceremony?
That was why this ten-thousand-strong army consisted of a few hundred cultivators from the capital, with cultivators drawn from various clans and businesses along the way. Slowly but surely, it had grown into a ten-thousand-strong army.
However, there was a very obvious problem with this — it was very strenuous to command them.
While Lü Shu and the others had been missing, the main clan of the capital had been having a headache over reorganizing their army. They'd been living in peace for far too long, and while they wouldn't have so many problems if they didn't go to war, they'd be dead meat if they did.
Everyone was glad that Lü Shu hadn't directly attacked the western capital. Otherwise, they'd become a laughingstock if they'd been thrown into disarray.
The great clans of the capital couldn't trust each other, so they'd set up camps a few kilometers away from each other to prevent an ambush from happening too close.
Just then, an emissary arrived at the Song Clan's camp.
The emissary dashed in barefoot, his hair tied up in a simple bun behind his head. His clothes were loose and comfortable, and he didn't seem nervous in the slightest as he stood at the entrance to the camp in front of countless Song Clan cultivators.
"Great King Liu Yizhao, please invite Head Steward Xiao Mingze out for an audience … High Priest Zhao Shuai is also fine," Liu Yizhao said with a smile.
It wasn't that Lü Shu insisted on sending Liu Yizhao, but that Liu Yizhao took the initiative to find Lü Shu and told him that he could send him to deal with the most dangerous situations … because he wanted to step onto the final step between life and death.
When Lü Shu heard what Liu Yizhao said, he understood that Liu Yizhao was only one step away from becoming a great grandmaster. Just like Nie Ting in the past, he was stuck at this juncture. Whether he could break through or not depended on Heaven's will.
Nie Ting was looking for battles to break through his limits, and so was Liu Yizhao. Although in Lü Shu's opinion, Liu Yizhao's talent was still far from Nie Ting's, it was still a pleasant surprise that Liu Yizhao could make it this far!
Sending Liu Yizhao to the Song Family was very risky. Even if the Song Family expressed their sincerity, the problem was that one could know a person's face but not his heart. Unless it was a life and death situation, it was impossible to judge who was your comrade.
At this time, a person walked out of the Song Family's camp and looked at Liu Yizhao in surprise. "You … You're Liu Yizhao!"
Liu Yizhao said with a smile, "That's me. High Priest Zhao, how have you been?"
At this time, Zhao Shuai looked at Liu Yizhao in surprise. For some reason, although they were both in the first stage, he felt that Liu Yizhao was much stronger than him. This intuition wasn't groundless. The higher the level of a cultivator, the more they should trust their intuition.
Liu Yizhao thought to himself that Li Liang was right. As the Song Family's High Priest, Zhao Shuai would definitely be sent over for this kind of battle.
However, at this time, another middle-aged man walked over. He looked at Liu Yizhao, then looked at Zhao Shuai. Finally, he said to Liu Yizhao, "I am the Song Family's Commander in Chief, Song Zhangying. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."
Liu Yizhao smiled. "Our King said that we will only tell High Priest Zhao and Shopkeeper Xiao Mingze about our matters. We don't really care who you are."
Song Zhangying was stunned for a moment. A sullen look appeared in his eyes. "You guys are too arrogant."
After all, he was the Song Family's direct descendant. Of course, the Song Family's army had to be decided by the Song Family's direct descendant. However, this envoy sent by Lü Shu actually wanted Zhao Shuai to command the entire army. Although Zhao Shuai was the High Priest, he didn't have the qualifications to do so!
Liu Yizhao didn't mind Song Zhangying's tone. Instead, he smiled and said, "In front of our King, you have to survive first before you can talk to me about your courage. I'll forgive you this time, but there won't be a next time!"
However, even as he said those words of forgiveness, he slapped the Song Family's flag at the door, causing it to fall to the ground!
Song Zhangying was stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that even in the face of thousands of soldiers and horses, the other party still had a way to act high and mighty. Even though the other party was just a small envoy, he didn't care about the Song Family at all.
Why? Where did this Wu Weijun get his confidence from? Wasn't Wu Weijun born from Azure Dragon Village?
However, even though Song Zhangying thought so, he didn't have the confidence to refute Wu Weijun because he was too fierce now. He even thought that if he killed Liu Yizhao tonight, would Wu Weijun and his group of madmen rush into the capital and flatten the Song Family?
Liu Yizhao sighed. "Boring. You don't even dare to make a move. Alright, I'm here today because my King asked me to bring a message to the Song Family and the Sun Family. If you retreat now, we'll still be friends. If you don't, only corpses will be left here tonight."
With that, Liu Yizhao turned and walked into the night. Then, Song Zhangying and Zhao Shuai heard the sound of Liu Yizhao running. His footsteps were as heavy as a drum, making people panic.
Song Zhangying's expression was uncertain. Next to him, Zhao Shuai cupped his hands and asked, "What's the general's decision?"
Song Zhangying glanced at Zhao Shuai with a sneer. "You and Xiao Mingze have a good plan. You've been colluding with Wu Weijun for a long time. Why don't you two seek refuge with Wu Weijun?"
Zhao Shuai didn't take Song Zhangying's words to heart. He brushed his robe and said calmly, "I worked for the Song Family because the old head had helped me. Now, I, Zhao Shuai, have worked for the Song Family for more than 200 years, and I've repaid the debt. If the general insists on not listening to Wu Weijun's advice, I'm afraid I'll have to leave with my people alone because I don't want to die yet."
"Do you really think that Wu Weijun dares to come and fight with our army of more than 100,000 soldiers tonight?" Song Zhangying stared at Zhao Shuai's expression. To be honest, he didn't quite believe Liu Yizhao's words. Who was he trying to scare by saying that if they didn't leave, only corpses would remain here tonight?
At this moment, Zhao Shuai's mind was filled with the image of Lü Shu's back when he fought the bloody battle on the street that night. He secretly watched but didn't dare to help. In fact, Lü Shu didn't need his help anyway.
But those who had seen that scene with their own eyes would probably understand that perhaps Wu Weijun wasn't invincible, but among Wu Weijun's equals, there was definitely no one from the Royal City's aristocratic families.
"All troops, retreat 300 miles!" Song Zhangying roared at his soldiers. He had no choice but to make a choice at this time. But after Song Zhangying gave the order, he looked at Zhao Shuai and said, "I'd like to see how daring Wu Weijun is!"
Song Zhangying was very unhappy in his heart because this retreat meant that the Song Clan was going to be friends with Wu Weijun. This meant that they had chosen a side. If Wu Weijun couldn't win, then the Song Clan would be crushed by the Divine King Gong and Duanmu Huangqi!
But at this time, the east had already ignited a fire that soared to the sky. The battle cries seemed to be able to be heard from more than 10 miles away.
That was the Li Clan at the edge of the battlefield. This Li Clan was probably finished! Wu Weijun really wanted to slaughter more than 100,000 people in one night!
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