Chapter 289 Lessons
In the middle of the night, a thick darkness swirled like ink. As expected, the demons launched a new round of attacks. Cries of killing rose suddenly, threatening to tear through the night, and demonic shadows surged forward like a mad tide amidst the flames.
However, with yesterday's lesson in mind, everyone was well prepared. From the towers, arrows rained down upon the enemy, and hot oil poured down, igniting a sea of fire. The demons' repeated attacks were mercilessly repelled, and they gained no advantage.
At the same time, a noise broke out in the City Lord's Mansion, and the surroundings instantly became chaotic.
Wen Anche had been fighting alongside the others on the city wall. Upon hearing about the incident at the City Lord's Mansion, his expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly handed over his duties to someone else and, without stopping, sprinted towards the City Lord's Mansion.
When they arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, they found the trap had been broken. The guards were lying here and there, some injured, some dead, and the remaining guards were like headless flies.
Wen Anche suppressed the rage surging in his heart, swept his gaze across the crowd like a blade, and asked sternly, "What's going on?"
The steward shuddered, and reported tremblingly, "Young Master, there were sudden unusual movements in many places in the mansion. When I rushed to check, the formation had already been broken."
Wen Anche had no intention of listening to this, and only asked in a cold voice: "Did you catch the person?"
The steward lowered his head and answered cautiously, "No...I didn't see anyone."
Wen Anche could no longer contain himself and started cursing, "You bunch of idiots! I've been hiding right under your noses for so many days, and now the formation is broken, and I've been beaten, and you didn't even see a single person!"
"Young Master, please forgive me!" All the survivors in the City Lord's Mansion knelt on the ground with a plop.
Wen Anche took a deep breath and shouted, "Why are you still standing there? If you have the time to admit your mistake, why don't you just go and catch him!"
"yes."
The person in charge immediately took people to search everywhere.
Originally, there was an attack from demons outside the city, and now the people from the City Lord's Mansion were searching for people inside the city, causing panic among the people.
The demons' attack didn't last long before they retreated.
Jiang Xia took his men to rest and also knew that Wen Anche had left.
Zhang Shuyi frowned, somewhat displeased. "Young Master Wen is being too willful. While I understand his urgency to retrieve his mother's belongings, he shouldn't just leave without a word, regardless of the overall situation. Fortunately, the demons who came this time weren't numerous, and they retreated quickly. Otherwise, who knows how many would have died because of his actions."
Although Su Xun and the others didn't say anything, they basically agreed with what Zhang Shuyi said.
The key point is that this is the city they are guarding, and the young master doesn't care about it, which makes them seem a bit nosy.
I can't help feeling uncomfortable.
Jiang Xia took in everyone's expressions, raised his hand and gently patted Su Xun and Lu Huai on the head, saying soothingly, "I'll talk to the elders about this. Don't think too much, just focus on the task at hand."
"You also stayed up most of the night. When I came, you all went back to rest."
Lu Huai: "Big Brother, I'll accompany you."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Su Xun and Ye Wumian wanted to speak as well, but Jiang Xia saw what they were thinking and said, "No need, go back."
The casualties suffered by the demons in the two attacks were no less than theirs, so it was unlikely that they would risk a second attack tonight.
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In the next few days, the attacks of the demons became more fierce, but fortunately they were all blocked without any danger.
As the demons deployed more and more troops, the disciples of the sect alliance found it increasingly difficult to resist.
The elders of the sect alliance quickly held a meeting and sent a message to each sect, saying that disciples from each sect were on the way to provide support.
The fighting at the city gates was fierce, and even within the city, there was no peace. Mingcheng was temporarily trapped in the city, and it took two days before he was able to escape.
At this moment, in the demon camp.
A burly general, radiating a fierce aura, sat at the head of the table. His muscles bulged, and a hideous scar on his face seemed poised to twitch at any moment. His long sword rested casually on his leg, the blade still stained with fresh blood.
A demon soldier hurried in, knelt on one knee, and respectfully reported: "General, the young master has returned. I want you to come and see him!"
Xiong Lin frowned: "I understand."
The soldier retreated and he was the only one left in the tent.
He said to himself, "It's faster than Lord Demon expected."
He left the tent and entered the tent where Mingcheng was staying.
The young man was wearing a plain, coarse linen shirt. Although the material was simple, it did not detract from his innate nobility.
Xiong Lin looked at the young man sitting quietly, his tone lacking any respect and even containing some provocation.
"Young Master, did you get the things?"
"Give me the things, and I will send someone to deliver them back to the Demon Lord."
Mingcheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he swung out a slap. An invisible palm print ruthlessly hit Xiong Lin's face.
Xiong Lin was caught off guard and was blown away by the force like a kite with a broken string.
"Who told you to act without permission?"
He was referring to the unauthorized attack.
Xiong Lin scrambled to his feet, cursing profusely. The palm prints on his face were blindingly red. He narrowed his eyes, his cold, venomous gaze darting towards Ming Cheng, as if he were about to devour him alive.
"Young Master, I'm the commander-in-chief leading this troop movement. I'm fully responsible for all operations." He glared at him and said fiercely, "You just got out of the dungeon. If you don't want to go back to jail, then obey me!"
"For the sake of Lord Demon, I'll call you Young Master, but don't take yourself too seriously and hand over the Demon Heart Pearl."
What he pursued was a strong man who was as powerful and decisive as the Demon Lord, not this young master who had compassion for the human race.
Mingcheng smiled.
His already handsome face now looked even more enchanting under the light of the lamp, and his beauty was ostentatious and unrestrained.
"The Demon Heart Pearl is here with me, come and get it if you can."
Xiong Lin: "Young Master, if you don't accept my toast, I will have to drink the wine for punishment. Xiong Lin has no choice but to offend you."
After saying that, demonic energy surged around Xiong Lin, and he pounced towards Mingcheng like an angry black bear.
Just when the fist was about to touch Mingcheng, Mingcheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he quickly made a move and grabbed Xiong Lin's wrist.
Xiong Lin was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Ming Cheng suddenly bent his body with all his strength. With a "crack", the crisp sound of broken bones was particularly piercing in the silence.
Immediately afterwards, Mingcheng took advantage of the situation and stood up, using this ruthless force to raise his leg and kick Xiong Lin in the abdomen. There was another heart-pounding "crack" sound, and Xiong Lin's ribs broke. His huge body flew back several feet and fell heavily to the ground.
All the demon soldiers, big and small, surrounded him.
"General..."
"General..."
"What happened, young master?"
Mingcheng gave him a cold look, and the people around him retreated again.
He stepped on his chest and crushed it hard.
Xiong Lin grimaced in pain and met Mingcheng's cold gaze. A sense of fear crept into his heart and he couldn't help but shiver.
The young master’s strength...when did it become so strong?
He actually... couldn't resist his power.
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