The people who came were Duoming and Clan Leader Murong.
Amidst the raging sandstorm, Domin rode on his horse, surrounded by a group of guards in the center, separating him from Dota.
Even so, the two people's gazes still intertwined in mid-air, with a silent sharpness.
Duota's eyes swept across the entire venue, but he did not see Yuan Zhizhi.
He frowned slightly, unconsciously clenching the hilt of the sword in his hand, with veins faintly visible.
He raised his eyes, his voice as cold as frost on a winter night: "I'm here, where are the people?"
A hint of uneasiness flashed across Duoming's eyes. Although he tried his best to hide it, the panic still leaked out from his subtle expression.
He suppressed his emotions and asked calmly,
"Dota...are you really here alone?"
Duota's eyes darkened slightly, his eyelids slightly raised, and he said lightly,
"I didn't come here alone. You can't do anything to me."
His voice was calm, but the aura he exuded was as overwhelming as a mountain, causing the guards around him to tremble in their hearts.
Duo Ming's Adam's apple moved slightly, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
He knew Dota's strength very well - the scene of Dota seizing the throne alone and fighting against hundreds of troops was still deeply engraved in his memory.
"I advise you to hand him over, otherwise—" Dota slowly drew out his sword, the blade reflecting a cold light, "I will kill you tonight."
Every word in this sentence was as sharp as a knife, leaving no room for doubt.
Duoming clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed.
The Murong clan leader standing beside him raised his hand and tugged at his sleeve, whispering,
"Second Prince, stay calm. Tonight is our only chance. We must take down Dota."
Duoming took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
He turned to look at Patriarch Murong, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.
"Dota..." Doming said in a low voice, "Do you really think I would hand someone over to you so easily?"
The cold light in Duota's eyes became even colder, and he said in a cold voice: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
At this moment, Chief Murong looked up at Duota, his eyes cold and calm: "Your Majesty, no matter how much you care about that little girl, you should not forget...whose territory this is."
As he finished speaking, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the surrounding sand dunes.
"Woo--" The low sound of the horn echoed in the night sky. In the wind and sand, teams of fully armed men in black poured out from all directions and surrounded Dota.
Jin Wan saw this scene from a distance and his face changed drastically: "Oh no! There's an ambush!"
The Eagle Guards quickly stood by, long swords in hand, ready to strike at any time.
Dota was still sitting on his horse, motionless, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Where are the people?"
He didn't care whether he was surrounded or not, he just wanted to know where Yuan Zhizhi was!
The Murong clan leader raised his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"If you are willing to surrender, perhaps... you can see her."
Dota narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, and spoke in a sinister voice.
"I'll give you one last chance. Hand him over."
The wind and sand around seemed to stop for a moment, and the air was filled with a suffocating murderous intent.
Patriarch Murong remained calm and shook his head gently: "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until that moment."
Dota's eyes darkened, and the long sword in his hand suddenly made a clear sound. The cold light on the sword's edge illuminated the night like snow.
"Then... don't blame me for getting it back myself."
The next second, he spurred his horse forward, his sword flashing like a meteor across the night sky, heading straight for Duoming!
"Stop him!" Clan leader Murong's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily.
Dozens of black-clad guards drew their swords and rushed towards Dota like an overwhelming force. The sword lights flashed and intertwined in the firelight, forming a sword net with strong murderous intent, trying to trap him.
"Kill!" Clan leader Murong ordered.
Dota squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse neighed and galloped wildly, instantly crashing into the crowd.
"Zheng——!" The long sword cut through the night wind, its edge as sharp as a rainbow, instantly cutting through several oncoming blades, and flames splashed everywhere.
The Eagle Guards also followed.
The black-clad guard in the front was swept several meters away with his sword and fell heavily on the sand, his blood dyeing the yellow sand red.
"Stop him!" A leader in black roared and rushed forward, but a cold light flashed and the long sword in his hand was instantly cut off.
The sword did not stop and went straight to his chest.
With a "puff", blood spurted out and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open without even a scream.
The remaining people rushed forward, and Dota was not afraid at all.
He dismounted, sword in hand, and moved through the crowd like a dragon, his steps steady and sharp.
"Ding! Clang!" The sound of swords clashing was endless, and sparks flashed in the night.
Dota swept his sword across, forcing the two men in black to retreat several steps. He turned around and his long sword broke through the air like a silver rainbow, and several more people fell down with screams.
"He's a lunatic!" a man in black shouted in horror, his eyes full of horror.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
But Dota didn't give them any way out.
His figure was as swift as a ghost, and the sword light intertwined in the night.
In just a few moments, men in black fell all around, and blood gathered into a river on the sand.
Jin Wan and the Eagle Guards were horrified. They had seen the king's ferocity on the battlefield, but at this moment, they still couldn't help but feel terrified.
"You are worthy of being the king!" Jin Wan murmured.
Dota stood in a sandy field littered with corpses. Although his clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were cold and he stood tall as a mountain.
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