38: Chapter 38 Fourth Life, All-in Failure? Watch Me Turn the Tide (15)

Standing on Heir Xiao Heng's right was not the Song family ancestor, rumored to be a half-step Silver Marrow Realm expert, who had "carried a coffin to declare his intent" just a few days ago.

Instead, it was the current head of the Song family, the Copper Bone Realm peak expert and Heir Xiao Heng's maternal grandfather, Song Tianyi.

The old man held a heavy black-gold staff, his expression solemn, his white hair dancing wildly in the biting night wind like a pillar holding up the heavens.

The Song family's tragic display of "carrying a coffin" was not entirely a ruse; that all-in gamble of their entire clan had thoroughly earned Heir Xiao Heng's unreserved trust.

When the final plan was decided, Heir Xiao Heng had shared part of the truth with this maternal grandfather to whom he could entrust his life.

Now, the Song family head's personal presence here was not just to support his grandson and prevent any mishaps.

It was even more to declare to everyone the Song family's determination to live and die with Heir Xiao Heng.

This formation, while incomparable to the monstrous momentum of the rebel army, still exuded a solemn, inviolable, and desperate resolve to fight to the death.

"Stop!"

Lin Lantian led his army to the edge of the square and raised a hand; the tide-like army behind him came to an abrupt halt, displaying keen discipline.

He stepped out from the crowd, the silver aura of his blood energy reflecting on his face full of baleful energy, his long saber pointing from afar at Heir Xiao Heng on the palace steps, his voice like a night owl:

"Heir Xiao Heng! Seeing the Royal Army here, why do you not kneel and submit to execution!

Considering you are a prince, if you cripple your own cultivation and surrender, this General might be able to plead with the Second Highness to leave you with an intact corpse.

Otherwise, do not blame this General for trampling Zhenhuang Hall today and tearing you into ten thousand pieces!"

The night wind howled, whipping the battle flags and torches, making them snap loudly.

Heir Xiao Heng looked at the dark mass of rebel troops below, looked at the arrogant Lin Lantian, and there was no fear on his face, but rather a pitying smile.

He took a step forward, his voice not loud, but it strangely overwhelmed the wind and noise, clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the square:

"Lin Lantian, General Lin.

Neglecting duty in the dead of night, privately mobilizing border troops without royal orders, brazenly attacking the Prince's Mansion, and pointing your blade at the current heir.

You keep talking about 'punishing rebels and pacifying the family disaster'..." Heir Xiao Heng paused, a faint, cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"This Prince would like to ask you, in your eyes, is there still a Sovereign Father? Is there still royal law?

Have you ever thought about the way the word 'treason' is written, and the doomed fate that follows?"

"It is nothing more than history being written by the victors, where does treason come from!"

Lin Lantian was enraged by Heir Xiao Heng's gaze; it was not the look of a dying man, but rather like looking at a clown.

He shouted sternly: "Death is at hand, and you still dare to be stubborn?

Soldiers, listen to my orders! Whoever captures Heir Xiao Heng will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and titled a ten-thousand-household marquis!

Kill for me!"

The rebel army let out a thunderous roar, like a bursting dam, surging toward the thin line of defense in front of the palace.

Arrows fell like locusts, saber light shone like snow; in an instant, the two torrents collided fiercely!

The sound of metal clashing, roars, and screams instantly shook the heavens!

Song Tianyi's hair and beard stood on end, and he let out a low roar; his peak Copper Bone Realm aura exploded without reservation, like a heavy mountain.

The black-gold staff in his hand turned into streaks of afterimages, blasting several rebel generals charging at the front, causing them to vomit blood and fly backward three or four zhang.

The remaining guards of the Prince's Mansion and the private troops of the Song family had also long since formed a battle formation, fighting to the death to block the rebels from approaching the high platform.

Wang Shi silently drew a long sword, preparing to finish off any stragglers that rushed over at any time.

However, there were simply too many rebels, and most were elite border troops, cooperating tacitly and fighting without fear of death.

Under immense pressure, the defensive line began to slowly shrink backward, and guards or private soldiers constantly fell, their blood staining the smooth stone slabs in front of the hall.

The rebels were like sharks smelling blood, their offensive becoming increasingly frenzied.

"Hold on! Protect the Prince!" A general shouted hoarsely.

"Grand Attendant Wang, is the timing about right?

These people are all the most loyal assets of this heir!" Heir Xiao Heng asked in a low voice to Wang Shi at his side.

Wang Shi's gaze narrowed slightly, then he replied in a deep voice: "Your Highness, those who achieve great things do not nitpick over small details. These are all necessary sacrifices.

Now that that scoundrel Lin Lantian hasn't approached yet, there is ultimately no absolute certainty."

Heir Xiao Heng's lips moved slightly, then he let out a long sigh.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt the aura on his body suddenly come alive.

A faint afterimage flashed, and a faint white shadow, turning from void to reality, seemed to step quietly into this place from another dimension.

White clothes like snow, unblemished by dust, it was exactly that Grand Supreme King in White from the Worship Hall.

After a few breaths, a rolling thunderclap suddenly exploded in the heavens and earth, followed by a vast divine might!

He just stood there quietly, not even looking at anyone intentionally, but the entire noisy and tragic battlefield fell into a deathly silence because of his appearance alone.

Wang Shi's pupils shrank violently, his heart shouting silently, and two unbelievable words that almost could not appear on a human body slowly surfaced.

"Sonic boom!"

"This is actually a sonic boom caused by the human body moving too fast; how high must the physical strength be to achieve this level?

Is this still a Martial Monarch of the Yinsui Realm?

That trash Lin Lantian, how did he not show anything at all?

If I had known a Martial Monarch of the Yinsui Realm could reach this level, I would never have chosen Lin Lantian as this 'chicken to kill to warn the monkeys'."

Thoughts moved like lightning, Wang Shi thought so much, but only 1 second had just passed on the field.

The Grand Supreme King in White's words came at this moment: "Not bad, you two master and servant were cautious and thorough enough in your considerations, but there was no need to let loyal people sacrifice themselves in vain.

This 'nouveau riche' Martial Lord, Lin Lantian, is in my eyes, nothing more than an ant that can be wiped out with a flip of a palm."

After speaking, he slapped his palm toward Lin Lantian in the rebel camp from afar.

The entire rebel camp instantly seemed as if time and space had frozen, standing still.

Lin Lantian, who bore the brunt of it, felt even greater pressure locking him in; the surrounding air became a cage ten thousand times stronger than refined steel, locking him tightly in place.

Even if he tried his best, he couldn't move a single inch.

The smile on his face completely stiffened, turning into boundless shock and fear.

It was as if he had seen the most incredible, most incomprehensible, terrifying scene in the world.

He felt as if he had become an insect in amber, no, an ant under a giant's foot!

That was not a simple suppression of power, but an absolute crushing from the level of life!

His proud Silver Marrow Realm cultivation, cultivated for over a hundred years, was actually like an ice fortress under the scorching sun, collapsing at a touch.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Lin Lantian was slapped directly onto the ground by this palm, and a palm-shaped deep pit several zhang deep appeared around him.

He only felt an irresistible force penetrate his body, his internal organs instantly shifted and ruptured, and his meridians broke inch by inch.

That soaring silver pillar of blood-crying light was like a candle flame blown by a strong wind, suddenly dimming.

"Im... pos... sible..." He lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his eyes unfocused, his throat making a wheezing sound, filled with incomprehensible despair.

"Both are Martial Monarchs of the Yinsui Realm, how can the gap be so huge..."