Chapter 693: Fighting Chao Li (Part 7) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

In an instant, the situation reversed again and again.

Everyone's hearts were pounding with anxiety, unable to find peace.

I wonder who murmured this question.

"Where did Er go?"

Gu Ren clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, suppressing the urge to rush over and find the illusory figure—it was obvious that the figure dressed as the high priest of the Gongxi tribe was intricately connected to Shen Tang. Finding Shen Tang would be equivalent to grasping a clue.

He forced himself to sit back down and casually replied, "Look at Shen Jun now, does he seem like a mentally sound person? If he were mentally like a child, it would be normal for him not to be able to count."

Allied forces: "..."

Is Shen Jun really unable to count?

Or was he deliberately toying with Jiang Ao?

Gu Ren emphasized, and retorted, "Otherwise what?"

What malicious intent could a child possibly have?

Wu Xian also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Jiang Ao's attack had landed, while it wouldn't have been fatal, the allied forces would have been humiliated and their morale would have plummeted, making victory even more difficult. Shen Tang's appearance and serious injury were unexpected, but his subsequent astonishing performance was even more surprising. He also finally understood what Qin Li was truly wary of—his younger brother Shen had grown powerful enough!

Shen Tang paid no heed to the secret thoughts of the allied forces.

She and Jiang Ao played a ghost-catching game on the battlefield.

One-sided

He ran, she chased, he couldn't escape.

It is impossible to escape in any sense.

Jiang Ao didn't know why Shen Tang had changed like this, but he knew that the other party was indeed capable of taking his life at this moment.

Previously, he had arrogantly launched a direct attack on the allied army's camp, and coupled with his battle with Shen Tang and Shao Chong, his martial energy reserves had been depleted to seventy or eighty percent. Although at this level of strength, he could automatically absorb the energy of heaven and earth with his breath to restore his martial energy, his current situation was very dangerous in the face of Shen Tang, who had inexplicably recovered to his full strength.

Jiang Ao mustered all his strength and rushed towards his side as a streak of light. Seeing that he was about to be safe, Shen Tang, who was chasing after him at a leisurely pace, murmured and swung out the Motherly Sword in her hand: "Starry Sky!"

The crisscrossing text instantly encompassed half the battlefield.

Looking down from the sky, it's a giant chessboard. There are quite a few literary figures on both sides participating in the battle, and each person's "scattered chessboard" range varies in size, overlapping and intersecting with each other, but in terms of scale, none of them can compare to Shen Tang's.

"Jiang Ao, [has realized his mistake and returned to the right path]!"

A giant scroll, formed from condensed literary energy, hung in mid-air and rapidly unfurled before Jiang Ao. Jiang Ao reacted swiftly, but the inertia was too great, and a black and white vortex appeared on the scroll, pulling him into it with a powerful suction force.

The previous breath was swallowed up by the painting.

The next moment he fell from mid-air and met Shen Tang's eyes.

The more innocent the boy's smile, the more astonishing the sword energy he unleashed. The arc of sword energy, dozens of feet long, was aimed at him!

Jiang Ao truly lived up to his reputation as a battle-hardened and courageous martial artist.

Even when caught off guard, he reacted quickly, unleashing his martial energy and using the sword's energy to deflect the attack with minimal force, minimizing the direct damage. His center of gravity shifted, as if a thousand pounds had fallen to the ground, and he ran away without looking back.

The result was, of course, the same.

That painting only applies to Jiang Ao; no matter which direction he runs, he will always return to Shen Tang's side, just like being "trapped in a maze."

Looking into Shen Tang's teasing eyes, Jiang Ao hardened his heart!

"May ten thousand troops aid me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the nearest legion responded.

Centered on Jiang Ao, the formation frantically absorbed the morale gathered above the legion's heads, its martial energy recovering at an astonishing rate. Compared to self-recovery, this was even faster than fast charging. However, the drawbacks were also obvious: this battle formation, depleted of morale, would become the weakest point on the battlefield, easily exploited by the enemy to break through and create an opening!

But would Jiang Ao have these concerns?

Of course not.

He didn't care about the lives of these soldiers at all.

Compared to him, a 16th-rank Grand Master, they were as insignificant as weeds. To sacrifice themselves to help him would be their honor. His dantian replenished, and Jiang Ao felt himself back to his former self, shaking with renewed vigor. Shen Tang watched his performance quietly.

"I've got you."

"But it would be a shame to kill you like this."

She opened her almond-shaped eyes, which naturally held a hint of innocence.

“Nobody used to play with Youli, she was so bored. But you’re different, Old Turtle Shell, so Youli really likes you. Youli has decided—” She raised her hand and flicked her finger, and the Compassionate Mother Sword instantly flew into her palm, easily countering Jiang Ao’s attacks, “Let’s play some other games. I’ll ask, you answer. If you answer wrong or don’t answer, you get a sword strike!”

This is a treatment reserved for her "friends".

"First question, listen up, you old turtle shell—"

What is Daddy's dad called?

Jiang Ao had no idea how to answer Shen Tang's question.

So when she answered that the countdown was over, Shen Tang happily said, "Wrong answer, old turtle shell will be punished!"

Jiang Ao thought that he could easily dodge or block the sword strike that Shen Tang mentioned. However, after he had dodged for a while, a bloody spurt suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and there was an extremely narrow sword mark on his shoulder armor, with blood gushing out from the crack.

"The answer to the first question is grandfather."

"Second question, listen up, you old bastard—"

Is Makka Pakka male or female?

Jiang Ao's face was grim as he slammed his heavy sword into the ground. A sword aura, half a zhang wide, slashed towards Shen Tang like a shark's dorsal fin, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack open to the sides. Shen Tang also swung his sword in retaliation, and the two equally powerful sword auras collided head-on in the middle.

Rumble—

The half-zhang-wide crack in the ground expanded outwards.

The outcome of the sword energy clash was decided in an instant; Shen Tang's sword energy ultimately prevailed, charging towards Jiang Ao with undiminished speed.

He abandoned direct confrontation, dodged the path of the sword energy with a mid-air spin, and charged towards Shen Tang, leaving the soldiers' screams behind.

Shen Tang said regretfully, "Wrong answer, the answer is male."

She raised her hand and exchanged palms with Jiang Ao.

The shockwave carried the flying sand in all directions.

"The third question: A mushroom was bumped into by an orange on the road. The mushroom got angry and killed the orange, and the orange died. Why did this happen? This is also the last question. If you still can't answer it, you can go and keep the orange company!"

Shen Tang gathered her strength in her palm and blasted it away, sending it flying backward and tumbling wildly.

How could Jiang Ao possibly answer that?

"Three! Two! One!"

Jiang Ao steadied himself, ready to fight again, when he was suddenly drenched in cold sweat and realized that Shen Tang's "one" was coming from behind him. The blade of a large scythe hooked around his neck from behind, and the aura of death surged into his brain from the blade against his neck.

Shen Tang narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly and decisively withdrew her strength.

The scythe sliced ​​through the armor plates of the hunchback as easily as a knife cutting tofu, breaking open the hunchback to reveal human skin radiating heat. As a jet of blood gushed from the bowl-sized scar, a head rolled several times on the ground, but that head was not Jiang Ao's.

Shen Tang, carrying a blood-stained scythe, turned to look in the direction of the enemy army. Her gaze swept across the sea of ​​people and landed on Jiang Ao, whose head she should have severed, being supported by two guards. A very long gash remained on the neck of his helmet.

He was just a hair's breadth away from losing his head.

A middle-aged scholar was standing next to Jiang Ao.

The latter also noticed Shen Tang's gaze and glanced over. Shen Tang smiled at him and made a decapitation gesture with her sickle.

The middle-aged scholar remained unmoved by her threats.

Jiang Ao's self-esteem was severely challenged.

Although he was rescued, the feeling of that moment was still vivid in his mind, as if the person standing behind him was not Shen Tang but a demon from hell. He raised his hand to touch Dun Xiang, and the obvious notch on his neck made him break out in a cold sweat, filled with lingering fear.

He gritted his teeth in fury and shouted, "You brat!"

He had been utterly humiliated, and recalling his own pathetic struggles and barely holding on during the latter part of his battle with Shen Tang, a surge of intense hatred welled up within him. His eyes were fierce and ruthless; this disgrace could only be washed away with the other's head!

The middle-aged scholar stared intently and said, "The general was careless."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Ao gave him a murderous look.

"Who gives you the right to speak here?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes remained unmoved.

He seemed unsurprised by Jiang Ao'en's reaction of repaying kindness with enmity.

Jiang Ao turned his head, seemingly muttering to himself, or perhaps to the middle-aged scholar: "Hmph, let him be arrogant for a few days... Next time, we'll use that brat's head as a sacrifice to the flag!"

The middle-aged scholar said, "That is Shen Tang."

The battlefield was chaotic, and Jiang Ao didn't hear clearly.

"What is that?"

The middle-aged scholar reminded him: "The young man who caused the general to suffer a loss is named Shen Tang, the governor of Longwu County, and one of the allied forces."

Jiang Ao's face trembled and twitched violently several times.

He was breathing heavily, his cheeks taut, his back teeth grinding as he chewed on the name over and over again: "Chen Tang".

I will remember this name forever.

Seeing that Jiang Ao had been rescued, Wei Shou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Jiang Ao was a scoundrel and I couldn't stand him, if Jiang Ao died here, Chaoli Pass would surely fall one day.

only--

Wei Shou's eyes twitched at the thought of Shen Tang's identity.

Such a vigorous young man is actually Lord Chu Yao.

Whether to say it or not—

The kind of officials you have determines the kind of lord you will have.

Clearly, Wei Shou's relief was premature.

He doesn't understand the concept of "returning to the right path after being lost," nor does he understand Chen Tang.

Chu Yao ignored Wei Shou and focused on his lord. The young man rested his hands on the hilt of the great scythe, using it as a fulcrum, lowered his eyes, and breathed in small, shallow breaths. The surrounding area was still filled with the raging energy of heaven and earth, forming a desolate zone.

"My lord!"

Shen Tang opened her eyes.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Chu Yao, pouting with a wronged expression.

"Chu Liangliang..."

Chu Yao, who was taking a step forward, almost twisted his ankle.

His old face flushed slightly as he said, "My lord."

His tone carried a rare pleading quality.

Shen Tang blinked her almond-shaped eyes and tilted her head: "What about Chu Yaoyao?"

Chu Yao: "..."

Seeing his lord so aggrieved he was on the verge of tears, he swallowed his words of refusal. Although it was the first time he had seen Shen Tang in this state, given the precedent of Shen Tang being drunk, Chu Yao knew that his lord needed someone to comfort him at this moment.

So, he let her go.

"My lord, the battlefield is dangerous. Let's go back first."

He looked at the dried blood on Shen Tang's armor with heartache.

Although his armor had automatically repaired itself, he still couldn't forget the serious injuries Shen Tang had suffered earlier. In any case, Jiang Ao had already retreated, and without the top-tier combat power of a sixteenth-grade Grand Master, victory in this field battle wouldn't be difficult for their side. The lord could go and recuperate in advance.

Shen Tang closed her eyes and said, "No."

Chu Yao earnestly advised, "This place is still very dangerous."

Although it was not the center of the battlefield, enemy troops were still present.

No man's land will eventually be filled with people.

Shen Tang, who had been bowing her head, looked up, her cheeks flushed, as if she had taken a sip of wine and was slightly tipsy. Coupled with her almond-shaped eyes filled with moisture, she even possessed a touch of girlish charm. Chu Yao met her moist eyes and froze, captivated by her gaze.

The voices filling his mind stood out starkly amidst the chaos of battle.

Gu Chi, who was about to rush over, silently went elsewhere.

"My lord, please hear Yao's words."

Her voice was so gentle, like she was coaxing a child.

Finally, Shen Tang agreed to cooperate.

but--

She looked up and pointed in the direction behind her.

Chu Yao looked up, puzzled, and saw another lord, carrying a large scythe in one hand and a dark, blood-stained object in the other, speeding towards him, stepping over a sea of ​​heads.

"Chu Yaoyao!"

Chu Yao stared blankly at his master, Number One, for a moment before realizing that the one rushing towards him was the real body, while the one remaining in place was the embodiment of literary energy. As Shen Tang landed, an extremely powerful aura erupted from the Chaoli Pass side. Several streams of martial energy streaked through the air like meteors.

Lord Number One and Lord Number Two instantly merged into one.

He laughed loudly at him and shouted, "Run!"

Chu Yao didn't have time to think and ran after Shen Tang.

They completely disregarded the demeanor and bearing of a scholar.

With the ultimate enhancement of his Word of Power, he shook off his pursuers.

Shen Tang and Chu Yao arrived at the allied forces' headquarters one after the other, and the pursuing martial artists were intercepted by their own army.

It happened so suddenly that he didn't even understand what was going on.

The mystery was soon solved.

Shen Tang held up a human head and flaunted it in front of him.

He was forced to stand nose to nose with Jiang Ao, whose large, round eyes still held lingering fear. The scene was so shocking that Chu Yao stumbled back half a step. When he realized who the severed head belonged to, he stared at Shen Tang in astonishment.

"Jiang Ao?"

"This is Jiang Ao's head!"

The allied forces initially failed to notice what Shen Tang was holding until she revealed it. They then realized it was a severed head—a head they never dared to imagine. Jiang Ao had been saved by the scholar at the last moment, escaping Shen Tang's beheading, a fact that left everyone deeply disappointed. However, they quickly accepted it; after all, it was a sixteenth-grade superior item, not some common cabbage.

The head isn't so easy to take.

If it doesn't work this time, there will be another chance.

Who knew that Shen Tang would suddenly burst into something big.

Shen Tang held Jiang Ao's head at eye level, gesturing defiantly as if seeking praise, and said in a tone expectant of Chu Yao's approval, "I first set up a fake to mislead him, to lower his guard, and then struck unexpectedly. Isn't Youli clever? Look!"

She handed over the severed head: "Here you go!"

Chu Yao asked in bewilderment, "Give it to me?"

"This is my new toy."

Toys are meant to be shared with friends.

Shen Tang started to sound aggrieved again: "Doesn't Chu Yaoyao want it?"

Gu Chi's avatar appeared out of nowhere and said in a low voice, "The head of a sixteenth-rank Grand Master is perfect for offering as a sacrifice to the flag!"

He just couldn't understand it.

How could Chu Yao possibly be worthy of the title "respecting the elderly"?

All three rulers favored Chu Yao because of this.

Chu Yao accepted the somewhat terrifying gift. Seeing that he had accepted it, Shen Tang smiled again and skipped over to the phantom, fiddling with the little red flower on his wooden staff.

"Good job, kid."

It's still a thousand words short, sob sob sob.

P.S.: Guess what Chu Yaoyao was thinking.

(End of this chapter)