"Drop your weapons and leave immediately, and you'll be spared. Those who resist—die!" Fatty Xuan shouted from atop the Golden-Winged Sword Bird.
He knew full well that he was the green leaf, the foil to
But in this moment, with this scene unfolding before him, Fatty Xuan clearly understood that even as a green leaf, he was destined to become a legendary one in the Eastern Kingdom.
Clang, clang, clang—those vassal forces not of the Longteng Marquis's direct line lost their will to fight first, throwing down their weapons one after another.
As for the Longteng Marquis's direct forces, with Long Yinye dead and
At that moment, a one-eyed squad leader leapt forward: "The Marquis raised us for a thousand days to use us at this very hour! What can Jiang Chen do with just one bow and one arrow? If you're true sons of the Long family, pull yourselves together—charge in and kill
"Ah!"
Before his words had even faded, an arrow as swift as lightning had already pierced through his throat!
"Who else?" Jiang Chen's voice was cold and indifferent. As if by magic, another arrow had appeared on his bowstring.
The bow and arrows he'd obtained from the Blood Curse Bow—the quiver held perhaps twenty or thirty arrows in total. He'd used three attacking Long Yi and Long Yinye.
With roughly twenty arrows remaining, Jiang Chen wasn't worried in the slightest.
Whoever showed themselves would be shot dead.
Though there were indeed some in this world who feared not death, even the bravest would hesitate before absolute power—when they knew death was certain, not everyone was willing to throw their lives away.
As long as he cut down those who dared step forward, killing the chicken to scare the monkey, he would surely crush their fighting spirit.
"I'll go!"
"And me!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Two arrows once again found their marks with unerring precision, burying themselves in the throats of both squad leaders!
Seeing that some still wouldn't give up, Fatty Xuan bellowed: "Long Yinye is already dead—your master is gone! Is it really worth dying for like this?"
That one sentence carried devastating force.
Yes—Long Yinye was dead. Who were they fighting for now?
Princess Gouyu swept her long sword through the air and commanded with a sharp cry: "Your cause is unjust and offends Heaven itself! Long Yinye's death and Long Yi's grievous wounds are your proof. If you don't retreat now, when the Heaven's Will Army arrives, not a single one of you will be left whole!"
Princess Gouyu represented the royal family. Her words became the final straw that broke the camel's back, and the fierce armored guards of the Long family finally wavered.
Clang!
Someone dropped their weapon. Where there was one, there came a second. Then, in waves, weapons clattered to the ground. Morale shattered like a receding tide.
In the blink of an eye, the thirty-thousand-strong army gathered before the Jiang estate had scattered completely.
Only Long Yinye and several squad leaders lay dead, while Long Yi sprawled on the ground, his fate unknown.
Jiang Chen was a cautious man. He loosed one final arrow, which pierced through Long Yi's skull and pinned him firmly to the ground before he descended from the skies.
At that very moment, from within the Jiang estate, a roar of jubilation erupted!
It was miraculous—this reversal was far beyond anything they could have expected.
They had steeled themselves for a fight to the death, resigned to perishing. Who could have imagined that the situation would suddenly turn so dramatically?
An army of thirty thousand, fierce as wolves and tigers, had retreated without leaving a single man behind.
And their thousand or so people hadn't even had the chance to lift a finger!
Heaven-sent soldiers, as if blessed by the gods!
The members of the Jiang clan gazed at Jiang Chen as though they were looking at a deity. The Eight Personal Guards were equally moved to the core.
This was their master—the lord they had chosen to follow! The scenes they had just witnessed set their blood to boiling.
Admiration, worship—these words could no longer describe what they felt.
They only knew that for this master of theirs, even the position of the kingdom's foremost noble was no longer enough as an aim!
"Chen'er!" Jiang Feng, though a composed and experienced man, was slightly overcome with emotion at this moment. His large hand gripped Jiang Chen's, and tears glistened in his fierce eyes.
He was overjoyed—overjoyed that his son had returned safely.
He was proud—proud that his son had turned the tide single-handedly!
Fatty Xuan jumped down from the Golden-Winged Sword Bird and ran straight to Long Yinye's corpse, kicking it several times: "You thought you were untouchable, huh? You thought you could strut around like you owned the place? 'Those who follow me live, those who oppose me die,' wasn't that your motto? Now show me how tough you really are!"
Fatty Xuan had endured more than his share of bullying from the high-ranking noble heirs back in the Royal Capital, and Long Yinye had been one of their foremost representatives.
The man's tyranny and countless misdeeds were beyond counting.
That was why Fatty Xuan had such an outburst—it was a way of venting his pent-up fury.
After a few more kicks, Fatty Xuan drew his waist blade and, with a crisp hack, severed Long Yinye's head. He then walked over to Long Yi and did the same.
Holding a severed head in each hand, Fatty Xuan called out: "Brother Chen, I'm heading to the Longteng Marquis's manor!"
It was clear that Fatty Xuan's grudge against the Longteng Marquis's estate ran extraordinarily deep. He intended to make his presence known there at the earliest possible moment!