333: One man fights against an army of 400,000

The once noisy battlefield fell into a strange silence, as those on the city walls looked at the scene before them in stunned silence.

By the time they came to their senses, they realized they were drenched in cold sweat from head to toe, as an endless fear shrouded everyone's hearts.

No one expected the heavenly demon zither to be so terrifying; with just one song finished, an army of hundreds of thousands was gone, leaving not even bones behind.

The only corpses left were those of the soldiers killed by West Gate Blowing Snow and the others before Duan Zhengchun returned.

After Duan Zhengchun made his move, not a single one remained intact.

They all exploded on the spot, blood staining the earth red as a thick scent of blood filled the entire battlefield.

Duan Zhengchun looked expressionlessly at the battlefield where only a few scattered survivors remained; with a flicker of his figure, he was already atop the city wall.

“Thank you all for your hard work, I am deeply grateful. Brother Lu, please take our friends from the Wudang Sect to the Prince's Manor first,” Duan Zhengchun said, looking at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and took Daoist Mu, Eldest Martial Brother, and the others to the Prince's Manor.

Duan Zhengchun looked at his Imperial Brother and the rugged general beside him.

“Iron Tree Helian greets King Kaoshan.”

Seeing Duan Zhengchun look at him, Iron Tree Helian quickly knelt in salute, his body trembling.

“So it is the Great General of Western Xia. Thank you for your hard work. I will explain the situation to Li Qiushui and will not mistreat you,” Duan Zhengchun nodded.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Iron Tree Helian retreated excitedly with a bow.

Only then did Duan Zhengchun look at his Imperial Brother, a smile appearing on his lips.

“Imperial Brother, you've worked hard... this dà huán dān can help you recover your depleted Internal Energy,” Duan Zhengchun said with a smile, taking out a dà huán dān.

“You brat...”

Emperor didn't know what to say for a moment; his brother had grown so quickly that it felt surreal.

Such a monumental achievement was something even the Duan Family Old Ancestor had never accomplished.

He had already surpassed the Old Ancestor and even all Martial Artists, standing at a level beyond them.

He knew very well that this wasn't entirely due to the power of the heavenly demon zither; the truly powerful one was Duan Zhengchun himself.

If one's own strength wasn't sufficient, such an effect could not be achieved through external force alone.

“Haha... Alright, Imperial Brother, we don't need such pleasantries between brothers.”

“Come, let's head back first,” Duan Zhengchun smiled and stepped forward to put an arm around his Elder brother's shoulders.

A smile appeared on Emperor's face, and he couldn't help but laugh toward the sky.

He knew that after today's battle, not a single Imperial Dynasty on the Nine Provinces Continent would dare to act against the Kingdom.

He knew deep down that those powerful Imperial Dynasties would even take the initiative to seek friendly relations with the Kingdom, all because of his brother, Duan Zhengchun.

“Men, clear the battlefield!” Emperor waved his hand, and the soldiers rushed toward the battlefield one by one.

Seeing this, Duan Zhengchun smiled.

“There's no need for such trouble; there are no corpses left on the battlefield, just a very strong smell of blood.”

“A bit of rain will do.”

“Uh, rain? Are you sure you're not joking?” Emperor looked up at the sun overhead, his face filled with confusion.

“Isn't that simple?”

After Duan Zhengchun spoke, he beckoned with his hand, and the power of the Earth Immortal Realm condensed in the air; the once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds.

Amidst lightning and thunder, raindrops as large as beans fell, and soon it was a torrential downpour.

This scene left Emperor dumbfounded.

These, these methods—how were they any different from an Immortal's?

The Kingdom has truly produced an Immortal.

The heavy rain washed over the battlefield, and soon the remaining bloodstains were cleaned away, most of it being washed into the Moat and then flowing into the Great River.

Inside the Prince's Manor, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Although deployments had been made, an army of two hundred thousand facing four hundred thousand was simply no match in a direct confrontation.

If they fought using the terrain, the two hundred thousand troops might stand a chance, but in a head-on clash, they were no match at all.

Now, their only hope was for news of success to come from Xiao Meng's side as soon as possible, so that the Jin State's army would be forced to retreat.

As if sensing the wrong atmosphere, the several Infant Boys were also very quiet, all sound asleep.

“Sister, don't worry. I understand the situation in the Jin State. There is only one powerhouse in their imperial palace, and that powerhouse's strength is merely at the Heavenly Human Realm.”

“With Sister Xiao Meng's strength, she is more than capable of handling it. Combined with two Great Grandmaster level Masters, this mission will surely succeed,” Li Qiushui looked at Dao Baifeng and comforted her in a gentle tone.

Among the women, Li Qiushui was the oldest, so there was nothing wrong with her addressing herself this way.

“I don't know when the Prince will return either. The Kingdom is quite a distance from the Jin State; even if Sister Xiao Meng travels at full speed, it would likely take about ten days to go there and back.”

“Even if they succeed in the assassination, by the time the news reaches us, it will probably be too late,” Dao Baifeng said with a solemn expression.

The smile on Li Qiushui's face faded; she knew that what Dao Baifeng said was the truth, something she hadn't considered before.

The distance between the Kingdom and the Jin State was indeed quite far, and travel took time.

“Sister, rest assured. Have you forgotten what happened when Sister Xiao Meng was in danger before?”

“I believe that as long as the Prince hears the news here, he will definitely rush back immediately,” Li Qingluo suddenly spoke up at this moment.

“Hmm? Oh right, how could I have forgotten about that.”

“The Prince seems to have the ability of Instantaneous Movement. If that's true, he will definitely be back in time,” A Li's eyes lit up, shining brightly.

“He has such an ability?” Li Qiushui looked at her daughter in surprise.

“Whether he does or not, won't we know if we just wait and see?” Li Qingluo smiled at her mother.

Others might not know, but Li Qingluo had experienced it personally.

That time, while the two were sparring, Duan Zhengchun suddenly called it off, saying there was an emergency, and then vanished with a mere turn of his body.

Afterward, he brought Xiao Meng back. She had asked Xiao Meng, who said she was in danger at the border of the Great Qin.

As it turned out, Duan Zhengchun suddenly appeared and saved her, which meant that it took him less than the time for an incense stick to burn to travel from the Kingdom to the Great Qin border.

With such speed, if he heard the news here, how could he not make it back?

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps approached, and then a soldier was seen running over.

“Princess Consort, good news, good news!”

“Speak...” Dao Baifeng's face lit up with joy as she spoke with forced composure.

“The Seven Heroes of Wudang and an Elder have come to assist, along with the Sword God West Gate Blowing Snow, Lu Xiaofeng, and Hua Manlou have all arrived.”

“Oh? So it's them. It's rare that they would disregard their own safety to help when the Kingdom is in danger,” Dao Baifeng nodded.

“And... and, the Prince has returned.”

“What? Are you telling the truth?”

Hearing the news of Duan Zhengchun's return, the women all stood up abruptly, their faces filled with pleasant surprise.

However, Dao Baifeng's face suddenly turned grim, and she looked sharply at the soldier kneeling on the ground.

“Why didn't you mention the Prince's news first?”