They'd come this far; they were just a hair's breadth away from killing Yuwen Sheng—
They killed this guardian deity of Ye, the biggest obstacle and stumbling block preventing their Southern Chen cavalry from trampling on Ye's land...
Having gone to great lengths, and with such a rare opportunity, they were extremely unwilling to let go of such a golden chance.
"Bring me arrows!"
A skilled archer took a short bow, shouted, "Get closer and protect me!", and aimed at Yuwen Sheng's location.
His idea was that even at the cost of sacrificing some people, he had to eliminate Yuwen Sheng, the great enemy of the Southern Chen Kingdom.
The most vulnerable parts of the human body include the head, heart, throat, spleen, and kidneys... He certainly couldn't shoot an arrow from the shadows and shatter the skull with a single blow, but he refused to believe he couldn't hit other parts at such close range.
As the Southern Chen general squinted one eye and confidently aimed his arrow at Yuwen Sheng, he was suddenly caught in the gaze of Yuwen Sheng's eyes.
He had been so weak yet stubbornly smiling before, but now his eyes were terrifying, like a venomous snake staring at the creature in front of him, sending chills down one's spine.
His legs were already soaked with blood from Mu Daye's beating, his trousers and shirt hem were stained. He slowly lowered himself down, stretched out his left hand, and with a gentle tug of his slender white fingers, he broke the incredibly hard iron chains and shackles. He then slowly straightened up and met Mu Daye's gaze again.
During this time, the wind from the canyon drifted gently through his brows, and the stray strands of hair that had been tossed about fell back down. In the shadows, his lips, redder than blood, were torn open in a dramatic upward curve. His pupils were like black holes, devoid of any light, like something dark, lifeless, and sinister.
A silent terror spread around them. A surge of blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and the general's head began to buzz. His legs trembled violently, and he could no longer hold on to anything.
"He...he's faking it! He's about to go on a killing spree! Run! Run!"
The general dropped his bow and arrows, turned his head, and ran away as if he had been scared out of his wits.
"Hehehahaha..."
Yuwen Sheng shrugged and couldn't help but laugh. The wind blew his half-dried, blood-stained clothes, and the sand and stones swirled around him. His aura was like a powerful torrent, incredibly oppressive yet strong, and it also exuded a chilling aura that seemed to tear at the soul.
These men were already starting to back down, and now, startled by the general's terrified shout, they were instantly terrified. One man fled, and the morale of a thousand men vanished.
The title "Living Yama" was not only known in the Ye Kingdom, but also deeply ingrained in the minds of the other seven kingdoms as a god of slaughter.
None of them wanted to die here, especially not to be cut in half at the waist by the "Living Yama," so they all abandoned their armor and weapons and fled frantically.
Watching the Southern Chen army flee in panic, Yuwen Sheng turned his head to the side, his gaze on their backs revealing an unfathomable expression.
Just as these Southern Chen soldiers were scattered by a series of schemes orchestrated by Yuwen Sheng and Zheng Quchi—"deceiving," "intimidating," "killing their leader," and "borrowing the tiger's might"—Zheng Quchi hurriedly stood up from behind the covering.
Four Xuanjia soldiers behind her also emerged, looking bewildered at the chaotic Southern Chen army below. Despite their large numbers, they had lost their leader and commander, becoming like headless flies.
"Madam, we did it!" they shouted excitedly.
"I never dreamed that we, with such a small force, could defeat thousands of Southern Chen troops..."
"Yes, this battle can be recorded as the most legendary battle of my life."
Zheng Quchi did not respond to them; she only stared at Yuwen Sheng below, her gaze unwavering.
Yuwen Sheng felt a fervent and focused gaze upon him, his unpredictable eyes shifting effortlessly between gentle and harmless.
He held his severed arm, looked up at the woman standing against the light. His skin was deathly pale, as if he had been bathed in blood. He gave her a sickly smile as pure as a white flower: "Thank you, my lady, for saving your husband."
He tilted his head back, his perfect jawline and long neck forming a graceful line. His slender and tall body, facing the wind, looked as if he had fallen like a fairy, both tragic and regrettable, like a beautiful painting that tugs at the heartstrings.
Although this scene of battle-worn beauty did not bewitch Zheng Quchi, it stirred her compassionate heart.
They weren't close, and his voice wouldn't reach her ears unless he spoke loudly, but she could roughly understand what he was saying just by looking at his mouth.
When Zheng Quchi saw that he was in such a miserable state, yet still thanked him, he felt a mix of emotions.
She couldn't help but reflect on her previous decision. Was it really necessary to make him suffer like this? Was there no other way?
Wasn't she too cruel, too cold-hearted, and too heartless towards him?
Runtu and the others got up from the ground and finally saw the person who appeared on the high place. They felt that everything that was happening in front of them was simply unbelievable.
...Was it really the General's wife who broke the deadlock and allowed them to escape, and who shot with such domineering power that she protected the General and held the power of life and death?
Isn't she a craftswoman? How come she can handle even battlefield tasks with ease and amaze everyone with her skills?
Although they found this matter astonishing, seeing the Kucha crossbow still in her hand, no matter how impossible it seemed, after ruling out other impossibilities, it was the only accurate answer.
Zheng Quchi ordered someone to drive the chariot down the mountain.
She handed the Kucha crossbow to the Xuanjia Army, then rushed to Yuwen Sheng's side. He was finally satisfied to see the tense expression on her face, a mixture of worry, guilt, and urgency.
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