Upon seeing this, Zhang Jie, Xiao Jianren, and the others on the city wall exclaimed in surprise. They knew that although the Eleventh Master's cultivation was not low, he still could not withstand the army's attack head-on.

This is also a consensus among most practitioners. Practitioners may have amazing abilities in ordinary times, but unless they reach a certain level, they can only run away when facing a regular army.

After all, armies have various military formations that can disperse and defend against attacks from cultivators, and they can also combine the attack power of soldiers through development.

In addition, the army also possesses various heavy weapons enhanced by magic arrays, such as armor-piercing arrows, siege crossbows, and rune cannons, which can even blast open city walls enhanced by arrays, let alone human flesh and blood.

In addition, there are also groups of highly skilled cultivators in the army, and their combined attacks are often beyond the ability of a single cultivator to withstand.

The arrows that Chao Zu'an was now firing were armor-piercing arrows, specifically designed to break through the protective energy of cultivators. With such a dense formation, there was no way for anyone to dodge them.

Now that they are too far away, the people on the city wall have no way to provide assistance.

Is another top-notch embroiderer about to perish here?

Seeing the rain of arrows hurtling towards him, Zu An did not dodge; instead, his expression remained extremely calm.

The next second, a terrifying aura descended from the sky, the clouds on the horizon began to gather, and the originally fierce rain of arrows seemed to be stopped in time, all of them motionless in mid-air.

Everyone was immediately horrified upon seeing this, staring at the churning clouds in the sky as if they had realized something.

The faces of the Prince of Yan's heir changed drastically, while the officials of Yi County on the city wall were overjoyed: "It's the Emperor! The Emperor has arrived!"

They then remembered that the gold-embroidered robes had the power to summon the emperor!

No wonder the Eleventh Prince remained so calm from beginning to end.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky churned and gradually formed a huge head, which was none other than Zhao Hao's appearance.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" Zhang Jie, who was on the city wall, led the way and knelt down, his expression extremely excited. It was truly a dramatic turn of events.

Zhao Huang's expression changed, and he hurriedly dismounted and knelt down. With him taking the lead, the entire army of the Prince of Yan also knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!" The momentum was extremely impressive.

On Purple Mountain, Wang Wuxie, who was meditating in the Pure Yang Palace, suddenly opened his eyes, absorbed the surrounding purple aura into his body, and asked solemnly, "When will I be able to reach such a realm?"

Master Jianhuang of Wuyou Temple, who was teaching his unruly disciple, also looked towards Yijun with a sense of something: "The emperor has been appearing far too frequently lately. This is a sign that the world is about to change."

Above Yi City, Zhao Hao felt the same way. The huge phantom head glared angrily at Zu An: "What is it now?"

Anger points from Zhao Hao: +888 +888 +888...

He couldn't help but be angry. Other embroidered-robed messengers were always trembling with fear whenever they used his power, and might never have the chance to summon him even once in their entire lives.

As a result, this kid summoned him three times in just a few days. Is he playing a fool?

The key issue is that he is nearing the end of his life and has been in seclusion in the palace for many years. He is like a person who is fast asleep and is woken up every now and then. It would be strange if he didn't have some morning grumpiness.

Zu An bowed respectfully and pointed towards the Yan King's camp opposite him: "The Yan King's heir has rebelled, and Yi City is in imminent danger. Your subordinate has no other choice but to ask Your Majesty for help."

Actually, given his abilities, he could handle this situation.

But with so many people on the battlefield, and so many trump cards being used, it's easy for someone with ulterior motives to associate them with Zaun.

Even if you risk your life, you won't gain anything from the beginning.

Since that's the case, why bother putting in your own effort for public affairs? After all, you have Zhao Hao as a powerful weapon, so why not use him?

Moreover, he deliberately summoned Zhao Hao frequently these times, hoping to weaken his soul and observe his attacks more often so he could have a better plan for the future.

Although I fought him in the secret realm back then, it was only a wisp of his soul, and his attack methods were very different from those of his main body.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the rain of arrows still hanging in the air, and his expression became more serious.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao glanced around the entire arena and quickly assessed the situation. He then shouted, "Zhao Huang, how dare you!"

Before he could finish speaking, and without any sign of him making a move, the dense barrage of armor-piercing arrows in the air instantly turned into dust.

Upon seeing this, everyone in the room gasped in shock.

Zhao Huang trembled violently and knelt on the ground to bow, saying, "Your Majesty, please understand. I was forced into this situation. I was only concerned for my father's safety and knew that he had been framed by treacherous people. I just wanted to prevent them from harming my father."

In Yi County, Zhao Huang was practically second only to the emperor, and almost everyone looked up to him.

But in front of Zhao Hao—even though they were nominally cousins—he couldn't feel proud at all.

"Is this your reason for raising an army?" Zhao Hao's phantom looked at him coldly.

Zhao Huang was ice-cold all over, and he was almost completely lying on the ground, unable to say a word for a moment.

Sun Xun, standing nearby, then spoke up: "Your Majesty, the Prince of Yan has been loyal to you all these years, guarding Yi County for many years and suppressing rebellions, receiving numerous commendations from the court. Yet, he has been inexplicably framed for treason. If this gets out, it will easily discourage the soldiers in all the counties." Zhao Hao frowned slightly. The world was not at peace. There were powerful enemies from the demon race outside, rebel forces from the demonic sect inside, various local powerful families, and even remnants of the previous dynasty. Therefore, for the sake of stability, he had bestowed titles upon many members of the royal family. Now, many places had princes guarding the local areas together, which was the only way to ensure the stability of the Zhao family's empire.

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