Chen Ping's Sword

Thinking of being gradually gnawed at and repeatedly intercepted by the Cyan Robed Knight from behind, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow.

"What kind of famous general of the realm am I? In this battle, not only have we lost Divine Master Duran, but also the one hundred thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry has been utterly defeated. I have let down my elder brother and Beizhou."

As he ran, Yuwen Zao was overcome with grief and wailed loudly.

"General, please compose yourself. Not far ahead is Yang Mountain, where the water network is dense and has been cleared by our army. Once we cross the Weih River, we can pass through Celestial Gate Pass and meet General Shahu, and then we’ll be safe."

Beside him, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar frowned tightly and advised him.

He thought that the defeat in this battle was due to the enemy being too strong, not because Yuwen Zhao made any mistakes in leading the army.

Wasn’t it that even Divine Master Duran and his Six Divine Envoys, along with the Five Spirit Pets, were all wiped out in one battle?

The Celestial List Grandmaster couldn’t withstand the opponent’s fierce assault, and it was entirely normal to lose one or two battles when facing the rising Heaven’s Mandate from the Southern Region.

They could afford to lose.

The Great Zhou army was powerful, with more than a million armored troops. Losing one hundred thousand soldiers wouldn’t greatly affect the war situation.

Especially since recently, after Venerable Lingtai stationed at the Divine Hall had taken action, the cities surrendered at the mere sight of the approaching army. Once they had time to free up their hands from the north, that boy surnamed Chen could surely stir up no great turmoil.

"This defeat allowed that youngster Chen Ping to grow stronger. I’m worried that giving him time to breathe will lead the Southern Region to become united. By then, it will require much more effort to conquer."

Yuwen Zhao was someone who listened to advice, and after hearing the persuasion, he finally managed to pull himself out of his immense sorrow.

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "However, it’s not without benefits. After winning this battle, that boy will immediately become the target of many. When I come again, I will certainly not be careless. I will join forces with other factions to contend with him."

Yuwen Zhao believed that this previous battle’s complete loss was due to his own carelessness.

Especially when various generals under the Jinghai Army withdrew their troops one after another; he further believed that no one dared to stop him from moving south.

The sky over the Southern Region was full of rabble who were all adept at playing tricks and schemes, but when it truly came to fighting, they were utterly vulnerable.

So, no matter how formidable one is, they can’t always have smooth sailing. Otherwise, disaster is bound to strike.

This blow from Chen Ping woke him up, making this famous general of Beizhou truly aware of the seriousness.

As he said, next time when he comes, it will undoubtedly be with massive forces moving south, with experts as numerous as clouds, directly turning this flourishing land into powder.

Thus avenging today’s blood feud and deep hatred.

"Quick, uncle, why keep talking? Let’s quickly pass through this Eagle’s Beak Cliff while our mounts still have strength. I don’t want to stay in this humid, sultry place anymore. The Northern Land is much more comfortable."

Yuwen Hao urged from the side.

He hadn’t led the charge previously but rather held himself high, watching the battle in front of the Central Army Tent.

When the Ten Thousand Beasts Devouring Heaven Array collapsed, he was the first to flee, accompanied by guards, with as many as five Innate Strong Hands, two of them being at the late-stage peak.

But even so, it gave this Fourth Prince of Beizhou not the slightest sense of security.

Large swathes of Wolf Riders, both men and wolves, were slaughtered thoroughly, pursued for dozens of miles, like maggots attached to bones, making this prince, who had never experienced real warfare, feel slightly fearful in his heart.

He always felt that as he escaped on this mountain path, he felt a chill from his chest to his back, as if countless mountain spirits and ghosts in the mountain ridges were watching him.

"I just followed to the south to earn some credit, who would have thought it would end like this?"

"Thirteenth Brother died at the hands of that Chen Ping. Initially, I even wanted to avenge him. Forget it, forget it. Next time, I’ll ask my master to take action. This time, let him go for now. It’s a pity about that Little Commandery Princess Mingyue, though. I’ve heard she’s tender and lovely, but I won’t get to enjoy her."

Yuwen Hao, although reputed to be a rare hero of Beizhou, knows only too well himself that much of that reputation was due to hype, earned by his retainers and guards.

In reality, a wise man doesn’t stand under a dangerous wall, and he cherishes his life greatly.

At this moment, with fear in his heart, he perceived danger in everything he saw.

He just wished he could sprout wings and fly back to the Northern Land, into Beizhou’s territory, as soon as possible.

"Eagle’s Beak Cliff?" Yuwen Zao’s heart suddenly skipped a beat as he looked at the mountain ridges ahead and then at the steep slopes on both sides, suddenly bursting into laughter.

"Why does uncle laugh?"

Yuwen Hao was startled by his laughter.

"I laugh at Chen Ping’s lack of wisdom and short-sightedness... If I were to lead an army, I should have deployed troops to ambush here long ago. No matter who escapes to this point, wouldn’t it be a dead end?"

Everyone looked around, realizing that indeed this place was treacherous.

They hadn’t noticed it on the way as the grand army marched with hundreds of scouts spread out over ten miles ahead, rendering any ambush ineffective.

But now, as they were fleeing, with pursuers hot on their trail, if there were truly an army ahead, they would be in dire straits.

"Thankfully, thankfully..."

Everyone around sighed simultaneously, and a few battle-wise generals heavily patted their chests.

Cold sweat poured down.

They were really frightened.

Just as the group passed the narrowest point of Eagle’s Beak, they suddenly heard the sound of artillery fire.

With a rumbling in front of the mountain gap, a torrent of cyan flowed out.

At the head was a female general in a red robe and silver armor, wielding a Three-Pointed Double-Bladed Saber. Her slender waist and ape-like arms, her face as picturesque, her twin brows exuding murderous intent piercing the sky, as golden flames surged over three feet around her.

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