Hearing this, Ji Fengyao frowned in confusion at first, then suddenly remembered something and realized: "Your Highness, are you perhaps planning to..."

Shang Xiye looked at the little bandit girl with tender eyes, a slight smile curving his lips, and his voice, as light as a feather, brushed past Ji Fengyao's ear: "Mmm."

Master truly lives up to his reputation!

That's incredibly insightful!

Ji Fengyao was immediately invigorated and attacked without any restraint, specifically targeting the faces; she quickly beat the two demonic cultivators until they were bruised and swollen, running away with their heads in their hands, completely powerless to fight back!

The two demonic cultivators were in dire straits:

This little girl looks delicate, innocent, and harmless, but she has no sense of morality when she gets going!

She deliberately targets people's embarrassing and sad moments, showing them absolutely no mercy. How are they supposed to face anyone after this? Waaah!

Finally, the two demonic cultivators were also knocked to the ground and could no longer get up.

Thick eyebrows furrowed:

He had long heard of the Ninth Prince's wife's reputation as a bandit, but he never expected this delicate young woman to be so difficult to deal with!

However, the envoy had instructed that they should try to delay as much as possible, and despite feeling sorry for his men, Duozhen had no choice but to continue sending people to fight.

In less than an hour, a high mountain of human flesh had been piled up below the city wall.

The young female bandit's extraordinary fighting prowess intimidated the demonic cultivators on the city wall, and for a time, none of them dared to step forward and challenge her.

The magpie and the white dew, however, were overjoyed and cheered them on from the sidelines.

"Miss, you are mighty!"

"Your Highness, you're so powerful!"

Ji Fengyao, with one hand on her hip and the other waving at the city wall, shouted, "Is there anyone else who dares to come down? Come on, let's hurt each other!"

"My lord, we can't keep wasting time like this. The soldiers are dying too unjustly," one of the demonic cultivators said to Duozhen with a frustrated expression.

These people were unaware of the Envoy's instructions, nor could they be told the Envoy's true intention of using them as cannon fodder.

But now these people are terrified of Ji Fengyao. If they are forced to continue the relentless battle, and this matter spreads, people will harbor resentment towards him, and he will be unable to manage the remaining people in the future.

Anyway, the envoy also said:

His Majesty's ultimate intention is still to kill the Ninth Prince. If there is no other choice, killing him sooner is just as good!

Duozhen ordered in a deep voice, "Send a few men to continue holding her off, then send another man back to gather the rest of the camp and form an array to kill the Ninth Prince and his men!"

"Yes, sir!"

Before one of the quick-witted and agile demon cultivators could finish speaking, he had already run down the city wall.

The other demonic cultivators: "..."

Lackey!

That's incredibly fast!

However, no one dared to go down the other side of the city wall to fight Ji Fengyao again.

Duozhen's anger surged: These cowards, usually so arrogant and cocky, always eating everything in sight; but when it comes to the crucial moment, they turn into cowards, useless at everything!

They didn't go.

Are you suggesting we let the commander personally lead the attack?!

Duozhen, seething with anger, pointed at four people and roared, "You, you, you! And you, all four of you go together! If the four of you can't even beat a little girl, you have no reason to live!"

"...Yes, sir!"

Although the four men clasped their hands in agreement, they were quite unsure of themselves. They lingered as they descended the city wall, not daring to separate too much, wishing they could hold hands and rely on each other for warmth.