The gold knife sliced through Huyan’s body, leaving only a wound, not big but painful. Saatanati staggered two steps back, nearly sitting on the ground, gasping heavily.
Although she had only slashed Huyan once, she felt as if the world before her eyes had changed, as if an invisible chain had shattered completely with a crisp sound.
Saatanati’s beginning seemed nothing more than a signal.
Soon, Batuer stepped forward, grabbed the golden curved knife, and slashed heavily, leaving a deep cut on Huyan’s body. It was as if a wave had been set off, and soon people rushed forward, driven by anger and unwillingness, unleashing their fury against the oppressive rule of the Western Regions.
Finally, Li Guanyi picked up a long knife and with one stroke killed Huyan.
Blood trickled to the ground.
Looking at these people again, there was no longer the previous disorderly feeling. The shackles that had fallen on them seemed to have broken open with cracks, and their eyes no longer carried a sense of cowardice and inferiority, as if reborn through blood.
Everyone raised their weapons, hands, shouting loudly: "Tian Ge’er!"
Pan Wanxiu watched this scene. When he was at the Academy, he often wandered to the Military School, having heard that heroes sometimes rise with the times, but the difference between heroes and those with power is that heroes can achieve things that seem miraculous to ordinary people.
In such a short time, they had forged something akin to a Military Soul.
Though it was just a rebellion against the long-standing oppression on this vast land.
Though still weak, at this moment.
And these tribes oppressed for hundreds of years had tasted the feeling of lifting their heads to breathe. In their generation, they absolutely refused to bow their heads again, to put shackles around their necks, to be slaves to others.
"Lord, making everyone become that person of Tian Ge’er, that’s a hero."
Li Guanyi sheathed the golden curved knife and shouted, "Wuchou."
Changsun Wuchou replied, "Present."
Li Guanyi said, "Integrate everyone, clean up the place, bypass the original road, and head to our original destination."
Changsun Wuchou said, "Yes!"
Li Guanyi continued, "Batuer."
Batuer instinctively lowered his head, saying, "I’m here."
Li Guanyi said, "It will be up to you, with so many cattle, sheep, horses, and carts, we will definitely be discovered if we pass through. We will find a way to handle the traces, you go back and bring your tribe, and we will gather at the place a hundred miles ahead."
Batuer nodded, took out a map, and pointed to a safe location.
The Qilin Army took all the resources away, then piled up the corpses and scattered a large barrel of Hou Zhongyu’s medicinal powder, and the bodies began to bubble, quickly turning into a yellowish pus, which soon dissolved into a large pool of blood absorbed into the earth.
In Shi Dalin’s words, Hou Zhongyu’s formula, unparalleled in the world!
Hou Zhongyu, unmatched!
Soon, there was only a large pool of blood left, which would attract wolves coming to lick, and in this natural world, the bloodlines of heroes, slaves, and nobles alike would dissolve into nothing in this crucible.
The little donkey trotted alongside Li Guanyi, a silver-haired girl sitting on it.
Though her face was expressionless, she seemed to find it amusing.
Shaking Light was previously with Mo School’s Pan Wanxiu near the Mechanical Car.
It was also Shaking Light’s Mystical Skills that concealed, allowing Li Guanyi’s diversion tactic to be perfectly executed.
Li Guanyi’s forces now had seven hundred archers, thousands of horses, cattle, sheep, carts, and hundreds of young children, while several tribes, some numbering a few hundred, others over a thousand, moved slowly towards the indicated place.
Li Guanyi looked back at the massive convoy here, his lips twitching.
"It seems to have expanded too quickly..."
"Why is this happening?"
Lei Laomeng laughed heartily, "This is how a traveling merchant should be, Lord!"
"Just as Fan said, if you came here and didn’t do something, but rather accepted this world of servitude, it just wouldn’t be like you."
Li Guanyi laughed openly and said, "Let’s go."
Anyway, it wasn’t much different from the previous plan, just going early to the town prepared by Miss to settle, while Nangong Wumeng went to find Qibi Li, and the golden curved knife cavalry would go directly there.
When Li Guanyi arrived in the Western Regions, he only had seven or eight people, but when he left the area he had just arrived at, he already had a decently sized team behind him.
Everywhere there is oppression, there is a place for heroes to rise.
Only, walking too far in a short time, the Demon Sect marks left on those two foreign monks were no longer very useful, and as Li Guanyi thought about these, he suddenly felt a slight tremor from the Nine Cauldrons within him.
In his Primordial Spirit, he saw a flow of light emerge within the Nine Cauldrons.
"The Qi Fortune of the people’s hearts...?"
Meanwhile, far away in the Holy Mountain, the returning Nine-colored Divine Deer was about to sleep when suddenly it felt a strange sound by its ear, clear and bright, seemingly distant, yet as if there was an omen of resonance.
The Nine-colored Divine Deer opened its eyes. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI★Fire.net
It sensed a familiar aura, its pupils widened: