low-key is king

Chapter 208 You are seeking your own death!
"Bastard!"

Yan Rongdao naturally also sensed the flames rising everywhere in the city, and couldn't help but curse.

At this moment, he felt a kind of uneasiness that the situation was over.

When the enemy's countless flying wooden kites plundered the city, Yan Rongdao felt that the tens of feet high walls of Tianyang City had become decorations. Fortunately, he thought it was the foundation of his life before.

The face of Xuan Jing next to him was also extremely gloomy, his original confident mood disappeared in an instant, and he had a kind of anger of being played by the other party.

But until now, Xuan Jing is extremely puzzled. That Taihangzong's sixth-rank mechanism master is really so powerful. In just ten days, he can create nearly a thousand manned flying wooden kites?
In fact, what Xuan Jing did not expect was that this was not the method of Yu Mingzhao, the sixth-rank mechanism master, but by a judge who was actually only a third-grade mechanism master.

Lu Xun has a senior brother, and many of his philosophies are completely different from those of these mountain or ordinary mountain celestial sects.

In the eyes of Xuan Jing or Yu Mingzhao, this is an absolutely impossible task. In Lu Xun's hands, it is just a little bit of hard work. He can still hold on for ten days without sleep.

This is an improved special mechanism technique, and Lu Xun only needs to transport people into Tianyang City, and there is no need to make it too well.

There are even some manned flying wooden kites that will be declared useless after being used once.

But these are not important. What is important is that after this battle is over, these wooden kites will probably not be used anymore.

However, such a thousand manned wooden kites soaring into the sky together have an unparalleled impact on Xuan Jing, and even have a great impact on his cognition of the mechanism.

Puzzled, Xuan Jing couldn't help but wonder if something went wrong in his research on the technique of organs?
Why can't I do what others can do?

"Old thief of the Yan family, are you surprised or not?"

Just when the faces of the powerful men on the city wall were gloomy, a majestic voice suddenly came from the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

"East Town King Lu Mingyang!"

No one would be too unfamiliar with this person, even Xuan Jing and the others knew the identity of the person standing on the back of the huge wooden kite from the exclamations of everyone.

At this moment, Lu Mingyang, King of Zhendong, is condescending, as if overlooking the ruler of the world, and even more like a heavenly soldier, making all the soldiers of the Yan family unconsciously feel a head shorter.

"Yan Rongdao, this is just the first batch of heavenly soldiers, and there will be a second and third batch. Do you think you can really stop it?"

Lu Mingyang was thinking about Lu Xun's idea for him. Anyway, bragging doesn't cost money. When he said these words, all the soldiers of the Yan family in the city changed their expressions drastically.

Including Yan Rongdao, they are skeptical. If the Zhendong Prince's Mansion really keeps sending troops into the city, it will really be the end of the world.

"It's nothing more than alarmist talk, Patriarch Yan, don't believe me!"

At this time, Xuan Jing had come to his senses, and seeing those manned wooden kites that crashed in the city, he suddenly guessed what was going on.

It is obvious that those manned wooden kites are inferior products manufactured hastily, and they may not even guarantee a one-time success, as evidenced by the crashed wooden kites.

If this is the case, Xuan Jing feels that his mechanical skills are not really unbearable.

An arrogant sixth-grade mechanism engineer like him would disdain to make a garbage mechanism that can only be used once.

Even if a thousand manned flying wooden kites can be built in ten days, it is still an extremely remarkable achievement, but at this time, Xuan Jing is obviously selectively ignoring the fact that he cannot achieve it.

"Lu Mingyang, do you know who this is?"

Yan Rongdao also forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. His eyes rolled, and then he suddenly pointed at the figure beside him. The voice in his mouth also attracted Lu Mingyang's gaze.

"Damn it, it's a powerhouse of the sixth realm, and... more than one!"

Seeing this, Lu Mingyang's face darkened, and he even cursed secretly.

Because Xuan Jing and the others didn't hide their aura at that time, the aura of several six realms intertwined together, like a giant dragon in the dark.

Lu Mingyang was very confident about this battle. A total of [-] soldiers fell from the sky. The Yan soldiers in Tianyang City must have been stunned, and their morale would drop to freezing point.

But what Lu Mingyang didn't expect was that at the head of the east gate of Tianyang City, there were four more powerful men who had reached the sixth realm.

This was obviously an unexpected change, and the result of this battle became confusing again.

Lu Mingyang clearly knew what impact the addition of four six-level powerhouses would have on this battle.

After all, even with the help of manned flying wooden kites, their strength in the city is still at an absolute disadvantage.

If there is only Yan Rongdao who is a strong man of the six realms, that's all. With the blessing of morale, even ten thousand soldiers have no chance to win more with less, and the chance is still great.

But once Lu Mingyang was killed by these six-level powerhouses, the side whose morale had plummeted would instead become the army of Zhendong Palace.

At that time, the army outside the city will not be able to enter, and the soldiers of the royal palace inside the city will be leaderless, and it will become a battle of trapped beasts.

Even if those elite warriors are one in a million, it is impossible to defeat the enemy army of more than 20.

"Lu Mingyang, open your dog eyes and see clearly. This is His Royal Highness Xuan Jing, the Ninth Prince of the Daxuan Dynasty. If you don't put your hands up, you will be captured. When will you wait?"

Seeing Lu Mingyang's gloomy face and not speaking, Yan Rongdao couldn't help shouting.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Lu Mingyang was taken aback, but even the officers and men of the Yan family were stunned and their morale was greatly boosted.

After all, apart from some high-ranking members of the Yan Clan, almost no one knew that someone from the Daxuan Dynasty was coming to help. This is what Yan Rongdao wanted, and only in this way can the morale of the soldiers in the city be improved.

Xuan Jing didn't say much about this, he could see Yan Rongdao's little thoughts very clearly, but as the ninth prince of the Daxuan Dynasty, how could he care about such trivial matters?
"The Ninth Prince of the Daxuan Dynasty, so these powerful men are all from the Daxuan Dynasty?"

Lu Mingyang, who was standing on the wooden kite, was surprised, but he finally figured out a doubt. It seems that the Yan clan had long colluded with the Daxuan Dynasty.

"Lu Mingyang, I think you are also the surname of Xuanyang's former dynasty. As long as you hand over the judge, how about this prince promise to spare your life?"

Xuan Jing had already regained the self-confidence that belonged to Daxuan Ninth Prince. Seeing him raise his head and talk freely, as if he was the superior, and he did have the strength and status to say such things.

Although Lu Mingyang is a prince, but the prince of a small country under the vassal state, I am afraid that he can't even compare with the status of a small town lord in the Daxuan Dynasty, let alone Xuanjing, the dignified nine princes.

"Your Highness..."

"The prince is talking, is there room for you to intervene?"

Yan Rongdao on the side was a little anxious when he heard that Lu Mingyang was his biggest enemy, and both sides had a sworn feud of killing their sons and brothers, so he couldn't let the other party go no matter what.

But just as Yan Rongdao uttered two words, he was violently interrupted by Xuan Jing, and at the same time, he could feel several majestic auras locking himself, as if he was about to kill him here .

Sensing the killing intent in those breaths, Yan Rongdao didn't dare to say any more in an instant, but he knew that the Ninth Prince Daxuan was moody, and if he really wanted to anger him, the other party might not dare to kill himself.

"How about it, Lu Mingyang, this is your only chance, don't let this prince down!"

After intimidating Yan Rongdao for a while, Xuan Jing once again turned his gaze to Lu Mingyang. This time, there was undoubtedly a hint of threat in his words.

But in Xuan Jing's heart, although he could promise to spare Lu Mingyang's life, sometimes, being alive may not be easier than being dead.

The most terrible thing in the world is not death, but life is worse than death.

From Xuan Jing's point of view, this is indeed Lu Mingyang's only chance. They have a total of five six-level powerhouses. Even if you, Lu Mingyang, have powerhouses to protect you, can you have so many?

"Hehe, Your Highness was joking, the Lu family has always been the surname of Xuanyang, why come forward to say it?"

Lu Mingyang, who stared at Xuan Jing for a while, suddenly showed a smile on his face. Although he didn't answer Xuan Jing's words directly, he still expressed his attitude.

As soon as these words came out, the expression of His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince of the Daxuan Dynasty immediately became gloomy.

The ant prince of this small feudal kingdom really toasts and does not eat fine wine, does he really think he is a character?
It's just that Xuan Jing didn't know that the condition he mentioned, he thought he didn't embarrass the other party, but the judge he said was actually Lu Mingyang's own son.

If others don't know who the judge is, how can Lu Mingyang not know?
At that time, Lu Xun had mentioned that he and Xuan Jing met in the tomb of the organ master, so Lu Mingyang naturally knew where the grievances between the two came from.

However, no matter whether it is public or private, it is impossible for Lu Mingyang to compromise. The Xuanyang Kingdom is also the Xuanyang Kingdom of the Lu Clan. Even if the Daxuan Dynasty intervenes, it is impossible for him to surrender.

"Lu Mingyang, you are looking for your own death!"

Xuan Jing's gloomy voice reached Lu Mingyang's ears, and it seemed that he was really annoyed by the latter's attitude.

As the Ninth Prince of Xuanyang, he felt that the sum of the anger he had suffered before was not as much as the one who came to Xuanyang Kingdom this time.

"Is this king looking for a dead end, so I don't need to bother His Highness, but your Highness, as the ninth prince of Daxuan, isn't it a bit inappropriate to intervene in a country's civil war like this?"

Lu Mingyang used to be the king of Zhendong who had the power of the Xuanyang state, and he had dealt with the Daxuan Dynasty. In his philosophy, the Daxuan Dynasty had always ignored the state affairs of the vassal state.

The regime of the vassal state changes frequently, no matter which surname is in charge of the state, as long as the annual tribute to the Daxuan Dynasty continues, they will only turn a blind eye.

Unless the war lasted for decades, the entire vassal state was smashed, and the people suffered untold suffering, they would intervene with a thunderbolt, but the civil war in Xuanyang Kingdom this time was obviously not a special situation.

This is Xuanyang Kingdom's own business, even your Daxuan Dynasty has no right to interfere!

(End of this chapter)