Peace Order
Chapter 416 - 174: Schemes for the People, The Last Son_2

Chapter 416: Chapter 174: Schemes for the People, The Last Son_2

Li Guanyi gritted his teeth, "Lu Youxian!"

He finally understood why Elder Xue and Yue Qianfeng called him ’Old Turtle.’

Lu Youxian simply refused to make any mistakes.

That year, tens of thousands of troops had failed to take a single fortress from him.

The opposing Commander, infuriated, vomited blood and cursed "Old Tortoise."

At this moment, the crossbowmen team led by junior officers and colonels had already drawn their bows taut, ready to fire instantly if anyone leapt into the air, exposing themselves without the cover of buildings, enabling the Mo School’s giant mechanical crossbow to attack.

Li Guanyi grasped the Battle Halberd.

The Qilin’s flames surged violently, the youth’s eyes dyed a reddish-gold, and the dark golden face mask transformed as he shifted his left hand away from the Qilin’s mane, grasping the Battle Halberd with both hands and spinning it in mid-air.

White Tiger, Red Dragon, Mystic Turtle, Green Bird, Qilin.

The five Dharma Forms converged here.

With full force, a single move.

Upright and straightforward, to break open the city gates and rush towards the world!

Li Guanyi clutched the Battle Halberd, from which the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd erupted with bursts of exuberant, triumphant howls, just as it had once stirred the heart of the Chi Xiao Sword, finally glimpsing in this youth the spirit likened to the former leaders of the White Tiger Sect.

Lu Youxian’s eyes nearly split with fury, the Qilin’s speed was like lightning.

Every attempt he made to block the path failed.

And the reinforcements hadn’t arrived, which completely contradicted Lu Youxian’s estimation of the Court’s Divine General and the flying Exotic Beast; could it be that this force, meant to aid from all directions, was held back? No, that batch of power would never participate in a grand ceremony or any form of celebration.

They were loyal to Chen Country, not the Emperor.

But why haven’t they come?!

Lu Youxian saw his blockade about to be broken through, this youth seemed to have been taught military tactics, choosing not to hide and flee within the city but instead reversing his thinking and charging directly towards the city gate, seeking life from a sure-death situation.

Why?

Lu Youxian suddenly felt something was amiss, the reinforcements hadn’t arrived, he had heard earlier that the imperial guard had been stopped by the citizens, the sudden awakening and spontaneous blockage of the roads, the absurd speed at which this information traveled...

Including the news he learned through contacts about the successes of Yue Qianfeng, Yan Xuanji, and others.

The always calm and suspicious Emperor had never doubted Gu Daohui...

With the Emperor’s Divine Skill, he hadn’t wounded Gu Daohui instantly, then asked his subordinates to kill him? Instead, he had left him alive.

All these events continually surfaced in Lu Youxian’s mind.

Then they pieced together, each seeming like coincidences.

These could naturally occur.

However, the probability was slim; if they all occurred together, it would essentially be an impossible situation unless...

Someone was manipulating from behind.

Calculating all this.

Lu Youxian suddenly understood, gripping his weapon, he shouted angrily:

"Which family’s calculator dares to scheme for the world?!!"

"Which family’s calculator dares to place emperors and ministers on a chessboard!!!"

This famed general clutched his weapon, raising his eyes to the sky, and yelled:

"Zu Wenyuan!"

He was extremely furious, his Inner Qi burst forth, even scattering the raindrops.

Time seemed to stretch, the whole world and everything in it so serene, smoke slowly rising, disordered by the falling rain, Li Guanyi riding the Qilin charging at the forefront, the Battle Halberd drawing trails of dark malevolent energy; while in the east, burdened with Yue Pengwu, Yan Xuanji navigated through the mountains, the anticipated quick response forces from Chen Country unexpectedly didn’t appear.

It was as though this elite force had deliberately avoided Yan Xuanji when patrolling.

Thus Yan Xuanji gritted his teeth and charged headlong, feeling the Vitality of Yue Pengwu stabilizing behind him.

Severely injured Yue Qianfeng was discovered by other Chen troops, voluntarily drawing their attention to help Yue Pengwu and others, after several hours of being hunted and eventually exhausted, he fell into the chasm of a cliffside waterfall, the troops went down to search but couldn’t find his body, hence they were at a loss.

Luzhou Sword Immortal...

Many powerful figures of the Martial World.

Such events continued to occur in various places.

Chen Country was a vast nation, even as the Regent had said, it had begun to rot, but it still possessed elite and valiant warriors, still had a massive base of citizens and various fundamental systems, it still had principled military officers and generals.

It was still a giant, spanning tens of thousands of miles, armored soldiers numbering nearly a million.

If it were to die, it could still shake the world, could take the surrounding Western Regions, the Turkic frontiers along with it in death and then fiercely cripple Ying Country.

A few individuals facing this immense force, even if they were Divine Generals or Grandmasters capable of killing hundreds, thousands, might also fall; Divine Generals were powerful, but within such an army, there were no lack of experts, a thousand weaker Martial Artists could encircle and kill, supported by thousands.

At the cost of a fierce toll, the lives of thousands, even tens of thousands.

They could always take down these Divine Generals.

Moreover, even having been seriously injured in a battle with Xiao Wuliang, but even so, as the massive Chen Country began to operate, it still malfunctioned like a broken machine, with one seemingly reasonable but unlikely coincidence after another occurring, as if meticulously calculated, allowing these people to survive.

Couriers galloped on the roads, then ascending, the roads crisscrossing the landscape, dark clouds pressed low, pouring rain making the world dim, thus this crisscrossing world of roads seemed like a chessboard.

Clack.

A chess piece gently landed.

The rain was serene.

Falling on the floor of the Taoist Temple, serene as if it could reflect the heavenly light and clouds, the statue of the Taoist Ancestor’s eyes were covered by cloth, the lights lit one by one consuming the oil within, all quietly extinguished, leaving only the last one burning.