They were not fighting for themselves, nor for personal gain.
Within their midst, the soul of this army was being safeguarded.
The intense, fire-like qi mechanism burned in everyone’s hearts.
a sharp whizzing noise arose, yet not one of attack. Signal arrows were sent far into the quiet night, even the heavy cavalry who had resolved to face death could hear this sound they had been longing for, and they all looked up in unison.
An arrow soared into the sky.
The light transformed into the shape of a Qilin.
Yue Qianfeng’s eyes suddenly widened; the chaos-era emblem of the Qilin was reflected in the eyes of all eight thousand men, the agreed-upon signal from Li Guanyi.
Yue Qianfeng grinned, stilled, and then exploded into laughter:
"Hahaha, my good brothers!"
"Gentlemen, charge!!!"
The Yue Family Army’s speed suddenly increased.
In his hand, the Battle Halberd was raised, and a crimson Divine Dragon appeared, enveloping all eight thousand iron cavalry.
Just like that, in a brazen and provocative manner, they directly swept past the towering gates of Heroic Pass; their horses thundered with the force of a tempest, while the giant mechanism that even Iron Futu could not overcome, as well as the thirty thousand soldiers of Heroic Pass.
Did not react at all.
This was a first since the establishment of Zhenbei City.
If they had struck out now, they could have cut off this charge, yet there was no movement.
An inconceivable coincidence, an unbelievable cooperation.
What seemed like a suicidal charge actually succeeded.
Ji Yanzhong, having completed the troop adjustments, stood atop Heroic City, watching as the Yue Family Army burst forth, the chaos-era Red Dragon soaring in the sky, while the Qilin in the sky slowly dimmed. The old man suddenly felt a piercing loneliness wash over him; the tides of chaos shifted, and heroes rose.
Perhaps he had indeed grown old.
The Yue Family Army’s eight thousand warriors charged through and passed Zhenbei City.
They successfully escaped the border of Chen Country.
Without losing a single man!
Yue Qianfeng led everyone away from there, without once engaging in combat, they charged a hundred li out in one breath, and beneath the moonlight, someone loomed ahead.
A young man stood there.
The charge of the heavy cavalry halted as one, the thundering momentum subsided.
In the moonlight, the young man extended his hand, his heart pounding wildly from the air of murderous intent, but still he pulled aside the tarpaulin to reveal the food, salt, and medicines beneath.
A massive quantity, enough to sustain this army for ten days.
This young man bowed deeply before the eight thousand iron cavalry. His voice trembled slightly from fear, his legs slightly weak. He did not understand the Tower Master’s intentions—why insist on converting all his money into these supplies when even the Tower Master himself had to subsist on steamed buns?
And yet not let him tell these cavalry.
Though he didn’t understand, the Guest Elder of Changfeng Building nevertheless said:
"The Tower Master of Changfeng Building has a message for you all."
The eight thousand warriors of the land fell silent.
The young man exhaled, bowed deeply, and spoke as if that young Taoist were right behind him:
"Li Guanyi, faithfully executed!"
He did not grasp the weight of these seven words, which he delivered lightly.
These seven words thus fell into the night, carried far and wide, but the young man did not hear a response. He looked up and saw the solemn faces of the cavalry, even the generals in front wore a grave expression.
The leader, as if he knew something, suddenly bellowed, "Dismount!"
They suddenly thrust the weapons in their hands mightily into the ground, forming a forest as rigid as the marching orders, with a passing breeze sounding like a whispering wind, their murderous qi reaching for the sky.
The young man’s scalp tingled and his whole body shivered.
Eight thousand warriors landed in perfect unison; the deadly aura spread out, they were a force that could stir the chaotic world, but in that moment, they all raised their hands to their hearts and bowed their heads solemnly, their murderous air somber.
Eight thousand men, perfectly aligned.
In a military salute.
The Guest Elder of Changfeng Building felt his scalp go numb and his body tremble but was simultaneously flooded with a stirring of blood, no words were needed anymore. The salute from eight thousand of the world’s strongest soldiers was enough to make any man’s blood surge.
It was not for this young Guest Elder.
Not the son of Taiping Duke.
But merely Li Guanyi.
In the chess game of chaos, this young man’s first engagement had already disrupted Yuwen Lie and the Martial World’s schemes, personally carving a path for the charging Yue Family Army, and from then on, stepping firmly into the purview of the world.
"Historical Records·Principal Chronicles" —
Lord Yue was trapped in front of Zhenbei Pass, [he] set off to rescue him, and extracted Lord Yue from amongst the thousands.
At that time, he was fifteen.
Li Guanyi and Shaking Light were still desperately fleeing.
The City Lord Mansion was far too vast and complicated, it even gave Li Guanyi a headache. Without Shaking Light’s guidance, he would never have been able to dodge the encirclement time after time, ever inching closer to the exit.
And at this juncture,
The Mystic Turtle unexpectedly reemerged, more vigorously than ever before, wildly clawing at Li Guanyi.