Chapter 282: Chapter 184: Where Is My Stage!
Zhao Yi left.
But his legend remained.
Especially the scene where he stood on the dragon’s head and with a flick of his fingers, countless bone dragons were reduced to ashes.
This sight brought an imnse psychological shock to all the City Guard Army present.
Especially those new recruits.
They were all temporarily assigned and had no battlefield experience at all.
When they saw those terrifying undead skeletons continuously climbing towards the city walls, so timid soldiers were almost scared to the point of wetting their pants.
Zhao Yi flicked his fingers to summon thunder, waved his sleeve to vanquish the enemy.
Enemies that seed overwhelmingly powerful to them were directly reduced to re dust.
The scene was too dramatic, almost absurd, completely overthrowing these new recruits’ understanding.
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they’d never believe that soone in this world could be so powerful!
"Long live the Crown Prince!"
In this mont, no one cared whether shouting "Long live the Crown Prince" was presumptuous.
Everyone was bowing their heads, all kneeling before Zhao Yi.
They looked at the tiny figure that appeared so small on the enormous ugly blood-red dragon’s head, their faces full of fanaticism and admiration.
At this mont, everyone understood.
Although the emperors of the Zhao family weren’t reliable, how had they managed to stand firm for a thousand years in Great Xia.
Because, at the critical mont of life and death, the crazy emperors of the Zhao family could indeed hold the line!
The military has always been a group that admired strength the most.
Especially since this powerful figure had just saved their lives.
Everyone’s blood was boiling.
At this ti, not only would they bow to Zhao Yi, they would shout "Long live."
Even if Zhao Yi demanded they storm the Imperial Palace and dethrone the old emperor, these soldiers wouldn’t hesitate for a mont.
The emperors of the Zhao family, well, those who know, know.
At the founding of Great Xia, to prevent the emperor from going insane and causing chaos, the Zhao ancestors enacted a core national policy.
The Great Xia army is loyal only to the Great Xia Court, with the empress as the supre commander.
As for the emperor?
He doesn’t do any real work anyway.
As long as it’s a mber of the Zhao royal family, anyone can sit on the throne.
Only when Zhao Yi had walked far away did Zuo Xiaoluo stand up from the ground.
Looking at the thick layer of powder outside the city, she raised a hand and said to the deputy general beside her: "Send soone to clear up the ashes outside the city, check if it’s toxic, and if it’s not, send them to the Crown Prince’s Imperial Garden as fertilizer."
The deputy general hurriedly agreed, then asked, "Grand General, are you returning to support the city? Do you need the City Guard Army to cooperate?"
Although the fires in Shengjing City had all been extinguished, the sounds of battle cries still echoed, and these deputy generals knew that the most dangerous mont was now.
For earlier, the fires only caused chaos; after the mayhem, a key mont was the close-quarter combat.
Zuo Xiaoluo waved her hand: "No need, just guard the city walls well!"
Zuo Xiaoluo knew that there were Combat Puppets called "Spirits" within Shengjing City, and without a formation like the city walls as a barrier, those puppets weren’t sothing the new soldiers of the City Guard Army could handle.
Though Zuo Xiaoluo seed cold on the battlefield, it was out of necessity for victory, making the needed sacrifices.
Under normal circumstances, she wasn’t perverse and wouldn’t send her subordinates to death in vain.
Having arranged the city defenses, Zuo Xiaoluo prepared to head to the Royal Palace to support Miaoyin.
The void at the Royal Palace shook violently, clearly gathering a large number of Tier Nine Combat Puppets.
Though the Royal Palace had a battle formation for protection, making it impossible for those puppets to breach.
However, allowing thoughtless puppets to attack is damaging to the royal dignity!
Zuo Xiaoluo was now a staunch mber of the "Royalist Faction."
Anyone daring to disrespect the royal family showed no regard for her.
The Barbarian Race and beasts of the Northern Border knew best what the outco was for showing disregard to Zuo Xiaoluo!
Just as Zuo Xiaoluo left, the city wall’s void trembled, and a man in a moon-white monk robe, exceedingly handso, walked out calmly.
As soon as the City Guard Army saw soone suddenly appear, they beca nervous, but upon seeing the man, they all put down their raised weapons.
Although the City Guard Army didn’t recognize the man, they had seen him greet Zuo Xiaoluo earlier on and charge willingly into the zombie horde.
Seeing the man return, a few deputy generals rushed forward to greet him.
With his head slightly reclined sideways and his smooth, beardless chin lifted at a forty-five-degree angle to the sky, the man showcased his exquisite right jawline at the perfect angle, displaying it in front of everyone.
"I have taken care of the undead mage behind it all."
The man stood with his hands behind his back, his wide monk robes fluttering gently in the wind, his exquisite and stunning appearance exuding an indescribable grace and charm.
After speaking, he intentionally paused for a mont, giving everyone so ti to react, then continued: "Step back; those undead zombies’ threat doesn’t disappear after their bodies are burnt by kerosene. On the contrary, they beco more troubleso undead skeletons. You aren’t a match for those undead skeletons; leave it to
to handle."
When he finished speaking, he leaned slightly forward, adopting a listening posture, waiting for everyone’s cheers and applause.
However, he waited for quite a while and heard nothing.
Surprised, the man looked down with confusion and saw everyone on the city wall looking at him with strange expressions.
The large city gate was deathly silent.
"What’s wrong?" the man asked, puzzled.
He couldn’t understand.
Even if one hadn’t eaten pork, hadn’t they at least seen pigs walk?
That was a Tier Nine Saint King Realm bone dragon.
Weren’t these people afraid of death?
While the man was in a daze, he suddenly heard a deputy general beside him whisper: "Master, those undead skeletons you ntioned have already been dealt with by the Crown Prince!"
"Impossible!"
The man resolutely denied upon hearing this: "Zhao Yi has no cultivation at all; he hasn’t even seen that undead mage. How could he have dealt with those undead skeletons?"
The deputy general was well-inford too.
Despite being surprised at the man’s youth, seeing him traverse the void freely and bluntly call the Crown Prince by na, he knew this was no ordinary person, and his cultivation must be at least above Tier Eight Ascension Realm.
Coupled with the fact that the man straightforwardly claid to handle the undead skeletons transford from Tier Nine Dragon Race bones,
it showed he was at least a Tier Nine Saint King Realm powerhouse.
Tier Nine Saint King Realm powerhouses aren’t cabbages; they are respected everywhere.
Especially since the strongest cultivation among the City Guard Army was rely Tier Seven, they dared not offend a Tier Nine Saint King Realm big shot.
Upon hearing the man’s words, the deputy general quickly explained: "No deception, Master, those undead skeletons were indeed dealt with by the Crown Prince."
He paused for a mont, then corrected himself with a revelation his earlier statent might not have been precise: "Actually, the Crown Prince didn’t physically act; he just snapped his fingers, summoning a sky full of thunder. Under the thunder, all the undead skeletons were reduced to ashes instantly."
The man: "..."
Why is it like this?
The man, having seen the future in the River of Ti, knew that the Three Thousand Small Worlds would invade the Cultivation World in the future.
The days of solitary cultivators were over.
In the future, only alliances could ensure survival.
So, contrary to his previous behavior, the man decided to act this ti.
He wanted to make a good impression on the Great Xia soldiers and have the Xia royal family owe him a favor.
And now?
All his dangerous maneuvering with the Sage of Ti only to have the lilight stolen by Zhao Yi.
Infuriating!
The man’s fists clenched hard.
He cleared his throat, nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to say: "Since the danger here has been resolved, I shall go to support the Royal Palace. Guard the city wall well without error."
Upon hearing this, the deputy generals simultaneously cupped their fists and said in unison:
"We obey the command!"
The man nodded, his figure flickered and made his way towards the Royal Palace.
As soon as he reached the Royal Palace, his spirit imdiately lifted.
The void’s rippling was intense, signaling that the battle had already begun.
Adjusting his attire in the void, ensuring everything was in order, he placed his hands behind his back, preparing to make his entrance in the most elegant manner possible.
Just then, from the distant void ca the sudden sound of a dog barking:
"Woof!"
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