Outside Langcheng, 30,000 troops pressed in like a surging black tide.
Standing atop the city wall and looking into the distance, the dense banners and armor resembled endless, dark clouds stretching as far as the eye could see.
With the enemy at the gates, Shen Zhao stood atop the city wall, one hand behind his back, gazing silently at the large banner bearing the character "Xu" on the main camp of the central army in the distance.
"Xu Rong?"
The wind and snow were blowing hard, and the earth was covered in white.
The cold air, the solemn atmosphere, and the oppressive atmosphere were maddening.
Upon learning that the Shu army was at the city gates, all the people in Langcheng hid in their homes, trembling with fear.
The cries of children and women, the sighs of men, and the despair in the eyes of the elderly intertwined to create a lament for the end of the world.
The Xu family members love the people like their own children.
But what do these people have to do with them?
Looking back at the desolate scene in the city, Shen Zhao's eyes showed no pity.
This is the final darkness before dawn, an inevitable experience to escape fate.
"Sigh—"
The snorting of warhorses echoed, accompanied by the heavy thud of their iron hooves striking the ground.
A troop of cavalrymen, clad in full armor, galloped closer and arrived at the foot of Langcheng in the blink of an eye.
"So it was you all..."
Upon seeing the approaching general, Shen Zhao immediately leaped off the city wall.
The leading general pointed his long spear directly at Shen Zhao: "Who are you? Are you Ren Piaomiao?"
"Indeed..."
"Hmph, why do you disturb the peace of my Shu region?"
"Aren't you two well aware of whether the Shu region is peaceful or not?"
Shen Zhao's eyes turned cold.
Pointing to the two men: "Zhang Huan and Duan Jiong!"
Both of them were taken aback.
Duan Jiong drew his sword and asked, "Who exactly are you, and how do you know our identities?"
Zhang Huan: "Are you playing tricks, thinking that knowing our names will absolve you of the crime of offending our Shu territory?"
"Ha, take me to see Xu Rong."
After speaking, Shen Zhao ignored the two men and slowly stepped past them.
Zhang Huan and Duan Jiong exchanged a glance, then turned their horses and followed closely on either side of Shen Zhao.
The main camp of the Shu army was ten miles away from Langcheng, a distance a cultivator could reach in a few dozen breaths, but Shen Zhao walked very slowly.
He only stopped when he was a hundred paces away from the Shu camp and saw the grim atmosphere before him.
Why aren't you leaving?
Duan Jiong urged.
Shen Zhao pointed his feather fan at the military camp: "Golden spears and iron horses swallowed up mountains and rivers, stretching for thousands of miles, the whole city was in mourning."
A thousand-mile-long pagoda stands against the sky, a hundred steps away, a sword in hand, revealing utter desolation;
The mighty warriors shook the heavens, capturing the sun and moon; stars vanished, and the entire universe was shattered.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Huan and Duan Jiong's pupils shrank immediately, and they instinctively wanted to speak.
"Generals, thank you for escorting me all the way. Ren Piaomiao greets you."
Zhang Huan returned the greeting first, clasping his hands in a fist salute: "Mr. Ren, my lord is in the main tent. Please give him a satisfactory explanation."
Duan Jiong replied, "My lord is wise and resourceful, and his prestige is known throughout Xiliang and Shujun. He naturally possesses extraordinary abilities."
Zhang Huan: "That's right. So, Mr. Ren, if you want to leave this Shu military camp safely, you must be sincere enough and not make an enemy of the Prince."
Shen Zhao closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then bowed to the two men: "Thank you for your advice. I will discuss this with the Prince properly."
"I urge both generals to keep a close watch on their troops and refrain from launching an attack on Langcheng before the negotiations are concluded."
After speaking, he walked directly into the camp, leaving Zhang Huan and Duan Jiong alone in the cold wind, lost in thought.
...
Inside the main tent, Xu Rong stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the map on the screen behind him.
His resolute face was etched with coldness as he quietly awaited Shen Zhao's arrival.
The moment the tent flap was lifted, Xu Rong's lips curled into a slight smile.
"So you are Ren Piaomiao?"
Shen Zhao gently waved his feather fan and bowed slightly: "My name is Ren Piaomiao. It is an honor to meet Your Highness."
"Hmph~"
A cold snort rippled through the air.
Turning around, Xu Rong roared, "How dare you kill three of my men!"
Shen Zhao lightly flicked his feather fan, dispelling the imposing aura.
"Why must Your Highness be angry?"
"Ha, anger? Do you know that all I want now is your head to quell the hatred in my heart!"
Despite the king's imposing presence, Shen Zhao turned his back to the others.
"Then, Your Highness, what can I do to appease your anger?"
"Leave your head behind, and let the entire city of Langcheng be buried with my subordinates!"
“Overly harsh conditions will leave no room for negotiation and lead to a complete breakdown.”
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Xu Rong burst into laughter.
"You think I've really come here to negotiate with you?"
The next moment, more than twenty Xuanxu Realm assassins suddenly appeared in the military tent and surrounded Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao's eyes sharpened: "Solving the biggest problem in the simplest way, it seems Your Highness intends to go to extremes."
"Why make things so complicated when you can eliminate the enemy in the simplest way?"
“You’re right. I don’t want to complicate things too much either. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for further argument. Let’s just…”
As the spirit sword was drawn, a mystical sword intent burst forth from Shen Zhao's body.
“Once and for all!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhao turned around and thrust his sword at Xu Rong with extreme speed.
"Innocent!"
Xu Rong gave a deep shout, and with a slight movement of his hands, a surge of powerful energy slowly rose up.
At the same time, the nineteen assassins around him moved simultaneously, attacking Shen Zhao's vital points from both sides.
Only the last assassin stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, observing the situation.
"Taiyin Profound Ultimate Technique!"
The moment Shen Zhao got close, Xu Rong's palms displayed two streams of spiritual energy to protect himself, attempting to block the approaching sword.
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