Before you die, cut off your fate completely!
On the altar, a faint layer of red blood radiance appeared on Fang Che's body. The young man, one man and one sword, stepped into the vast army. Wherever he passed, he blocked the severed heads and was unmatched.
The layer of red blood light gradually expanded, the blood light shimmered, and a Dharma image dozens of meters long soared into the air.
"Dharma-sense! This person is at the level of a near-god!"
“Ashura Dharmakaya!! The Shura Dharmakaya of the First Southern King!!”
"The killer Fang Weian is back!!"
"Protect the Khan!!"
All the guards' attention was drawn to the figure walking on blood.
A black arrow, with an extremely strange arc, broke through the human wall and hit Yao Qi's back.
Wen Congren subconsciously turned around and raised his hand to block the arc with the magic field.
But the path of the strange black arrow was completely unrestrained.
The next moment, his body shook, and the black arrow pierced through Wen Congren's body in an extremely strange arc.
The blood mist suddenly exploded.
Yao Qi's expression changed: "Master!"
The sudden change made the young man look back at the guards behind him in panic: "Call for a doctor——"
Before he could finish his words, Yao Qi choked on his own words. With so many soldiers and horses, where could he find a doctor?
Wen Congren coughed up blood, but smiled instead: "Why are you so surprised... War is a cycle of killing, it's such a simple thing, I taught you that."
Yao Qi was stunned. His teacher looked up at him with a look of relief in his eyes: "You are the king now."
The words left by the man who helped him ascend to the throne were so casual that they couldn't even be called a last will.
Wen Congren simply said, "...I won't teach you anymore."
The young man's breathing gradually weakened.
He said nothing more.
She just lay quietly in Yao Qi's arms, without making any sound.
For a whole day, from the assassination of the Khan to the killing of the Tiger Lord, for the first time, a look of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the upstart of the Wolf Tribe.
The wind blew in all directions. Dozens of black knights appeared in all directions like ghosts, silently surrounding them with murderous intent.
The Wolf Tribe guards were horrified and forcibly took Yao Qi back several feet away.
"Quick! Protect the Khan and leave!!!"
The leader of the Gan army's black cavalry took a step forward and stepped on Wen Congren's corpse.
He looked at Yao Qi, his eyes crimson with bloodthirsty murderous intent: "Who told you to leave?"
At that moment, bloodshot eyes appeared in Yao Qi's eyes, and he suddenly drew his sword.
"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable!" The Wolf Tribe guards held him tightly, "The Gan army is about to attack us! We can't take any risks!"
Yao Qi shouted angrily: "Get out of here!!"
The general gritted his teeth and resisted: "I will not give way! You are our king!!"
More soldiers rushed forward, and triple and quintuple layers of human walls were instantly built in front of Yao Qi.
"Your Majesty!"
"Walk!!"
“Let’s go!!”
Yao Qi's body froze, and the blade trembled in his palm.
He looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, where fire and blood were intertwined, at the altar littered with corpses, and at the corpse at the feet of the black knight.
In his eyes, more soldiers surged forward—he was their king.
Yao Qi let go of the knife in his hand.
The young man said in a hoarse voice, "Go—"
"The Ninth Battalion will rotate north and push forward. Everyone, withdraw from the Tiger Tribe camp."
The wind was shaking and horns were sounding one after another.
The king's order is as heavy as a mountain, and all the troops move together.
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In the center of the Tiger Tribe camp, the aftermath of the battle was still there, the flames were still burning, and the blood was still wet.
The Da Gan army poured into the Tiger camp like a tide.
Jiang En pushed through the crowd and saw Ren Xuan who was surrounded by several black knights.
Ren Xuan was clearly getting impatient: "If you keep getting in the way, I'll kill you!"
The black knights remained indifferent: "Traitor, give me your life."
Jiang En roared, leaped off his horse, and blocked Ren Xuan with his sword: "Your grandfather! Are you Nanfu crazy?! Damn it! Fang Ci Nanfu is going to rebel, right?!"
When the deputy leader of the Black Cavalry saw Fang Ci coming with Jiang En, he was silent for a few breaths and put away his sword.
He bowed to the visitor, his face solemn and his voice hoarse, "My lord, most of the barbarians have withdrawn. The wolf leader's elite cavalry has headed north. The commander has caught up with them."
The deputy leader of the Black Cavalry suddenly lowered his voice: "Master Xiao... the young prince has lost control."
Fang Ci didn't wait for him to finish, he jumped off his horse and walked forward quickly.
Fang Che was trapped by twelve Black Knights in the Guiyuan Formation of the Southern Palace. Obscure runes flickered on the ground, attempting to suppress the forbidden aura emanating from the young man.
For the first time in all these years, the Guiyuan Formation was unable to completely suppress the red blood light rising from Fang Che's body.
The general shouted urgently, "Princess! The Guiyuan Formation isn't working! If this continues, the young prince won't be able to hold on!"
Ren Xuan didn't care about that and quickly rushed to Jiang En on the other side: "Did you bring a doctor?!"
Jiang En was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "I brought it, the medical officers are all in the back row——"
Ren Xuan cursed softly, his mind about to explode: "Quick! Go save Wen Congren! That bastard! He's taking the life notice from Kai Shi'an!!"
He squatted down to examine the wound on Wen Congren's chest, gritted his teeth and asked the other end of the communication: "Prince, how is Shi'an now?"
The person on the other end of the communication talisman was in a state of panic and was obviously uneasy.
Lu Xiyun said urgently: "Shi'an said he can hold on for a while, hurry up!!"
Hearing the words "I can hold on for a while", Ren Xuan's eyes went darker and darker. Damn Wen Congren, no one taught you - if you want to die, just die by yourself.
Before death, do you cut off the fate letter completely?! Who would really use the fate letter to delay the life of their own people?!
The surrounding medical officer treated the wound caused by the black arrow, his face gradually pale: "General... this wound is poisonous."
Ren Xuan's face darkened and he turned around and ran straight to the other end of the altar.
"Fang Ci!"
Ren Xuan shouted, "What kind of poison is that black arrow your Black Knight uses? Bring me the antidote!!"
Fang Ci didn't even look at him, still commanding the situation in the formation in a cold voice: "Press the northwest center three more times - hold on! Don't let him leave the sealed area!"
In the formation, Fang Che's body was swirling with red light, and he was about to tear the Guiyuan Sealing Formation apart. The soldiers of the Southern Palace retreated step by step, with fear on their faces.
Ren Xuan gritted his teeth and cursed as he filled the key position of the formation, "The Blazing Life Sealing Heaven is using the Burning Soul to borrow life! The stimulation is too great, he borrowed too much, and his mind is suffering from backlash! You have to wake him up!!"
Fang Ci frowned slightly, and the next moment, she stepped into the formation.
"Princess! Danger!!"
Fang Ci ignored her and called out softly, "A Che, it's my sister. She's here. Can you calm down, please?"
The red light on Fang Che's body seemed to have subsided several times.
Fang Ci slowly approached and lifted the murderous young man into his arms. "Why are you still using forbidden techniques? The barbarians have retreated, who else do you want to kill?"
The young man's body froze, and his eyes finally became clearer.
"Sister..."
Fang Che murmured to the other party, his voice hoarse and full of grievance: "Jing Yuan... they... they killed... Jing Yuan... in front of me..."
Fang Ci gently stroked his back and comforted him softly: "I know, I know everything. This is not your fault, Che, this is not your fault."
Outside the formation, the deputy leader of the Black Cavalry shouted in surprise: "Princess! It's done! The Guiyuan Formation is taking effect!!"
The array of light was bright, and the young man fell into a deep sleep in Fang Ci's arms.
Fang Ci slowly walked out of the Guiyuan Formation, her expression growing increasingly gloomy. She handed him over to the deputy commander and softly instructed, "Let him rest well."
She looked at Ren Xuan again, without thanking him, and said coldly: "Ren Xuan - Jing Yuan said that he is going south -"
Fang Ci's eyes were as sharp as blades: "So you'd better give me an explanation right now."
She paused, her voice as deep as snow. "Otherwise, even if it means going to war with Qin Shu, I will make sure you and Wen Congren are buried without a place to rest."
Ren Xuan cursed under his breath, becoming extremely annoyed by the pressure. "I'm just an employee! You want an explanation? Go find those two! You want an explanation? I'm still trying to curse you out!"
He took two deep breaths, his voice getting colder. "This is all their plan. Don't touch the altar yet. If you have any questions, wait until Wen Congren wakes up, and then ask him yourself."
Fang Ci understood the hidden meaning, and she suppressed her emotions: "Give the antidote to Wen Congren, and send all the doctors in the camp over."
After a pause, she lowered her voice very low: "Don't let him die."
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At Fang Ci's command, all the doctors and formation masters of the Nan Mansion rushed forward - hundreds of people surrounded Wen Congren, wishing they could sew him back to life on the spot.
When Lu Shian and Lu Xiyun arrived, Wen Congren's area was already crowded with people, and not even a needle could be inserted.
Of course, human will can change the density.
Ren Xuan watched Qin Yingtian squeeze through the crowd, picked up Wen Congren and started howling.
The crying sounded like thunder, causing the Southern Army in all directions to look sideways.
Lu Xiyun and Lu Shian, who originally wanted to force their way in, took a step back at the same time.
It's really... so embarrassing.
Lu Shian was not worried at all. He was still alive, and Wen Congren was definitely not dead.
Instead, he directly pulled Lu Xiyun and walked quickly to Ren Xuan, saying in a hurried tone, "Just now he helped me defend the formation, and the thing on his body has spread again. This thing will expand outwards as long as Xiyun uses his power. Ren Xuan, you can't help him hide this kind of thing!"
After saying that, Lu Shian pulled Lu Xiyun's arm without saying anything. The blood-red lines that had originally only wrapped around the wrist had now climbed up to the forearm.
Lu Xiyun looked at him as if he were a traitor, but now he couldn't breathe anymore, so he just pulled his hand back, gnashing his teeth in anger: "Lu Shi'an! I just tried my best to save you, and you're repaying me with evil like this?!"
Lu Shian remained unmoved: "I'm saving you."
With the great awareness that if I don’t live well, you won’t live well either, Prince Lu simply threw in the towel: “Ren Xuan! Don’t listen to him!!”
Lu Xiyun shook off Lu Shian's hand and turned to complain to Ren Xuan, "Just now, Congren cut off his life. He threatened Congren directly - 'If you dare to cut it off, I will transfer my soul.' He almost killed himself! You better take good care of him!!"
This tactic of besieging Wei to save Zhao was surprisingly effective.
Ren Xuan's face suddenly turned as dark as if he had just crawled out of a coal mine.
He uttered the word "good" three times in a row, his voice so cold it almost froze: "Good, good. Very good."
Lu Shian coughed dryly and tried to smooth things over: "Listen to me, I have made my judgment——"
Ren Xuan sneered: "How did you judge? If I hadn't snatched him back, you would have been dragged to the grave by that bastard Wen Congren with your life certificate!!"
"Zongren's life hangs by a thread, and I have a chance to save him." Lu Shian said confidently, "I can't just sit back and do nothing."
Ren Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Shi'an, if you sign a life letter, you will stay with Wen Congren forever, sharing life and death together, right?"
Lu Shian was choked. Ren Xuan's words sounded strange. He slowly asked, "Ren Xuan, you sound jealous."
Ren Xuan was furious and helpless: "Fuck it, I'm jealous, isn't that okay?!"
Lu Xiyun suppressed his laughter and patted Lu Shian on the shoulder.
——You’re on your own.
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