Supreme Cultivation Chapter 204 - 203: Rallying the Troops

Chapter 204: Chapter 203: Rallying the Troops

Lei Kai rebuked, "Chui Feng, your actions have deeply disappointed . From this mont on, I will no longer follow your commands. If you won’t give the order to open the gates, then I will!"

Lei Kai imdiately turned and started down from the city wall.

"Seize him!" Chui Feng commanded. In an instant, a dozen n moved to surround Lei Kai.

Lei Kai glanced at Chui Feng, then at the n. "You dare oppose ?"

"Commander Lei Kai, we have no choice," one of them said. "We only obey the leader of King Hall. Right now, Commander Chui Feng is the leader, so we can only follow his orders."

Although they feared Lei Kai, their loyalty ultimately belonged to whoever held the Heavenly King Seal of King Hall. At this mont, they had to stop Lei Kai, even if it ant being killed by him. It was a choice they had to make. They slowly closed in on him, ready to pounce the mont he moved.

Lei Kai turned to Chui Feng again. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am," Chui Feng said, his attitude firm. "Lei Kai, you had best behave. Otherwise, don’t bla

for being rciless."

"In that case," Lei Kai replied, "don’t bla

for being rude."

He acted instantly. His strength was as formidable as ever, and the dozen n were utterly powerless to stop him.

Just as Lei Kai was in the middle of his rampage, a flying needle shot down and embedded itself in his neck.

A high-potency tranquilizer!

Lei Kai imdiately pulled the dart from his neck, but the world was already beginning to spin. This was no ordinary anesthetic. At his level, a normal tranquilizer wouldn’t be able to subdue him; its needle likely couldn’t even pierce his skin. But this was a special tranquilizer developed by King Hall. Apart from a King, it could penetrate anyone’s skin and inject an anesthetic ten tis the normal strength. Even soone as mighty as Lei Kai felt dizzy and disoriented. He collapsed heavily to the ground.

Seeing Lei Kai subdued, Chui Feng imdiately commanded, "Lock him in the dungeons and keep him under heavy guard!"

"Yes, sir!"

The n carried Lei Kai, who was as strong as a bull, away.

Below the walls, Huo Yun scread for reinforcents. The Martial Artists on the wall were deeply moved and wanted to open the gates, but they dared not defy Chui Feng’s orders.

Seeing the enemy forces less than three miles away, Huo Yun bellowed, "Brothers, to arms!"

"Yes, sir!"

Though they were on the verge of collapse, they resolved to fight. Even if King Hall had abandoned them, their spirits remained loyal.

"Charge!" Huo Yun led them into the fray. The battle below raged fiercely, while atop the wall, Chui Feng watched calmly. "Huo Yun, you’re next," he said in a cold voice.

The Martial Artists on the wall wept. These were their brothers. The bonds of brotherhood had always been precious in King Hall, yet now they could only watch helplessly as their comrades, fighting and bleeding, were driven to the brink of annihilation.

But just then, across the vast plains, a solitary figure approached. Behind him churned a massive, terrifying hurricane. His shadow stretched long before him, his resolve as firm as iron.

"It’s the King of Heaven!" many of the Martial Artists on the wall cried out, their spirits soaring.

The King of Heaven had arrived. Their spiritual leader had finally returned. This was Ye Fan, the true master of King Hall, back after more than half a year away. Atop the city wall, the morale of the Martial Artists surged. They all yearned to fight alongside him. Wherever the King of Heaven went, they would follow. To them, he was an ever-victorious god.

Below, the combatants on both sides heard the na. The King of Heaven. The King of Heaven had returned to the battlefield. At that mont, they all trembled, especially the soldiers of the Rashamon Army. They stopped fighting, their eyes fixed on the lone approaching figure. Though he was but one man, the entire hundred-strong force was gripped by palpable fear. Such was the power of a King.

"Boss, you’re finally back," Huo Yun said excitedly. His heart pounded. To him, Ye Fan’s return ant certain victory, even with King Hall teetering on the brink of disaster.

The hundred-plus enemy soldiers began to slowly retreat. Though they had the numbers, the King of Heaven’s reputation was a legend that struck despair into their hearts.

As Ye Fan walked steadily forward, Huo Yun roared, "Brothers, our King has returned! Fight for our King!"

"KILL!"

He imdiately led his n in a charge against the enemy. In that mont, they were fearless. The hundred-plus n before them seed like re numbers. Huo Yun charged, swinging his slaughtering blade into the enemy ranks.

At that mont, Ye Fan quickened his pace, bearing down on the enemy soldiers. They were already terrified, scattering and fleeing like beaten curs.

When Chui Feng saw Ye Fan arrive, his expression soured, his heart filled with dread. He knew the consequences of enraging Ye Fan.

All the Martial Artists on the wall were invigorated, cheering, "Fight for the King of Heaven!"

"Who dares!" Chui Feng bellowed.

However, with Ye Fan’s arrival, the outco was already sealed. His commands were useless against the tide of n already throwing open the gates and charging out to fight. Chui Feng was furious. He was rely a temporary leader; he lacked Ye Fan’s ability to inspire them, to lead them in spirit. Fear crept into his heart.

He muttered to himself on the wall, I hope you all honor our agreent! For him, there was still one last chance.

Ye Fan plunged into the fray and linked up with Huo Yun. "What happened?" he asked.

"Boss, Chui Feng is a traitor!" Huo Yun reported urgently.

Ye Fan’s voice was cold. "He will pay the price for his actions. Now that the brothers are gathered, follow

and charge. My army is never passive!"

"Yes!"

Huo Yun followed Ye Fan as they stord forward. In less than ten minutes, the hundred-plus enemies were slaughtered. But that wasn’t the most important thing. More importantly, the downtrodden spirit of King Hall was now reawakening, rising like a ferocious beast.

King Hall launched an all-out assault. The air grew thick with the stench of blood as dust and sand choked the sky.

Ye Fan moved swiftly, appearing before the enemy’s main camp. "Rashamon King! Slaughter Blade King! Your doomsday has arrived."

"Is that so?"

The Rashamon King erged, standing before Ye Fan. His form was wrapped in a black veil, but his eyes were terrifying, like those of a Mummy.

Ye Fan said, "Rashamon King, you have so nerve. It seems my mistake was not wiping you out completely back then."

"King of Heaven, don’t be so arrogant," the Rashamon King retorted. "That was just a dispute between myself and the Slaughter Blade King, which you took advantage of. Now that we have returned, you and your forces will be buried beneath the sands."

"Then I’d like to see if you have the strength to back up your words," Ye Fan said.

The Rashamon King struck stealthily. The ground where Ye Fan stood instantly collapsed, but Ye Fan sprang from the crater and launched himself into the air, bringing a foot down like a sledgehamr.

The Rashamon King dissolved into a cloud of sand and vanished from sight.

In the next instant, he reappeared behind Ye Fan. Ye Fan threw a punch, but it only shattered a cloud of sand.

"Stop playing tricks!"

Ye Fan lunged after him. They were Kings, after all. In their wake, lesser Martial Artists were either killed or grievously wounded. Their battle tore from the center of the battlefield to its outskirts.

Ye Fan pursued the Rashamon King to a sand dune littered with jagged rocks. The Rashamon King stood atop the stones, looking down at Ye Fan. "King of Heaven, this place is destined to be your grave!"