Lord of the Desert

Chapter 372 Taotie
Three days later, March 29th.

It rained all night in Tingtao Valley.

At dawn, the morning light shines, and the branches of grass and trees appear moist green.

Si time (10 am).

The Yunlan City group had already gone deep into the valley, going upstream along a wide, shallow stream dotted with rocks.

The newly paved official road was extremely hard, but when a large passenger ship passed by, it still left straight shallow marks.

The breeze, the singing of birds, the gurgling of streams.

The golden cross light refracted at a wide angle on the tips of the water droplets on the young leaves.

Nature is so accommodating.

When Feng Chengyi ordered the maids to open the front door of the couch and let the spring scenery enter his arms, he leaned in his wife's arms and forgot the anxiety in his heart.

But the relaxation did not last long.

The third eunuch strode into the room as if he was going to the execution ground, and knelt down to tell the emperor that the road to the west outside Tingtao Valley had been destroyed by the rain, so they could not go to Duanli City, and had to go southwest instead.

Feng Chengyi's anger suddenly exploded.

He pulled down the golden whip from the wall and whipped the eunuch until he rolled on the ground. The splattering blood stained the bright red carpet.

The sails were filled with roars and screams.

The team slowed down in confusion.

Upon seeing this, Zongzheng Feng Sifei looked at Zuo Chiheng who was riding with him, then climbed onto the carriage to check, and saw that it was Feng Chengyi who was beating the servant, so he just sat back and watched him vent his anger.

Finally, the princess couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to grab her husband's sleeves.

"Your Highness, please calm down."

She lowered her eyes to look at the bloody wound on the eunuch's body that was as big as a fish's mouth, then looked up at her husband.

"The three armies are outside, so please take care of your reputation, Your Majesty."

The princess pleaded in a pitiful tone.

Feng Chengyi stopped.

"Fame?"

He slowed down his heavy breathing, stared at the bloody whip and laughed.

"Whose reputation do you care about?"

The flesh at the corner of his eye tightened, as if the scar was being torn open by an iron hook.

"Do I have any reputation?"

Feng Chengyi asked in a vague manner.

As if with pleasure, he held his wife's wrist.

"Who do people in the world call Taotieer?"

Another rhetorical question, in a deeper voice.

The princess did not answer and slowly knelt down.

Feng Chengyi wanted to pull her up, but he didn't dare to use too much force and failed.

The stalemate is like torture.

Then, he suddenly caught sight of Feng Sifei, who had been standing at the door with an expressionless face for who knows how long, and he could no longer suppress the hysterical anger in his heart.

The golden whip hit the carved lion-like creature hard, causing the gold-plated and jade-inlaid objects to burst and large pieces of wood chips to fly out.

"Who do you think is the Taotie of Huaiyang State?!"

When this question was uttered without restraint, the mountains and valleys suddenly fell silent, and even the eunuchs who were beaten until their skin and flesh were ulcerated stopped groaning.

Feng Chengyi was also startled and dropped the golden whip, and his face trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, the old clan leader finally lost his composure, stepped into the room and started scolding.

"Your Highness, be careful what you say!"

Feng Chengyi heard this, turned around and looked at him, and seeing his livid face, he actually smiled.

He seemed to have won a victory.

"Ha, I am just a face."

Prince Huaiyang stepped over the huddled eunuch and took out a silver pot of water to wash his hands.

"An individual may be able to survive without face, but a clan or a country cannot."

He spoke with a smug tone, letting the blood soak the blanket.

"After leaving the valley, continue to head west."

"I will not change my path..."

"Unless you see with your own eyes the destroyed official road!"

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When the word "Taotie" echoed in Tingtao Valley, Hong Fan was hiding in the forest and silently poked his eyes out. The team on the official road stretched like a snake.

Flags, axes and weapons were in front, and the king's chariot followed behind.

Thirty-two Storm Knights were fully armed and served as a ceremonial guard.

As for the remaining guards and servants, they were scattered further away, stretching over a mile in length.

The combat power of the heavily-armored knights is terrifying, and the hundred-jin full-plate armor equipped by the Storm Guards is so heavy that even the warriors in the Pure Land realm find it difficult to deal with.

However, no matter how elite the army is, it cannot wear heavy armor when marching long distances - even if the skilled warriors can bear it, the horses under their crotch cannot.

Because of this, except for a few on duty, most of the Biaofeng Guards rode lightly on horseback, and their light and heavy equipment were carried in the baggage caravan along with the expenses of the men and horses, and the expenses needed for Prince Huaiyang's extravagance.

The situation was exactly as Baishengjun expected.

The arrow is on the string.

Hong Fan gestured.

Beside him, more than forty warriors wearing leather armor and holding short weapons, at least high-level warriors, moved their joints and dispersed silently.

On the other side of the valley, there was a team of the same size in the woods.

The Tianfeng Army's search was extremely thorough.

But Tingtao Valley is twenty miles long, with huge trees as dense as a canopy, and the hundred warriors are just like a drop in the ocean.

The convoy entered the ambush position, and Hong Fan and Duan Tiannan exchanged glances.

After a long whistle like a flag, a series of explosions were heard from all directions, the heaviest and farthest one seemed to be separated by a mountain.

In order to avoid being discovered, Hong Fan did not set up any explosive points on the official road.

But the effect is enough.

First, rocks fell from the mountain, and then the sound of a river rose in the empty valley.

The royal guards were alert at the first moment, and they retreated to defend and looked in all directions, but they still could not find the source. They only felt that the sound and force were shaking the mountains and the earth, like the rushing of the underworld.

After a dozen breaths, everything became clear.

Zuo Chiheng drew his sword and stopped his horse, but he saw a large amount of mud and water on the steep slope pushing the earth down, and the broken trees and rolling stones were unstoppable.

Just as he was about to give the order, he felt the innate metal spiritual energy surging, transforming into iron mountains and copper seas, and clouds of swords and knives. He was so frightened that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

A loud shout came at this moment.

"Grandpa Duan is here! Where is the prairie fire?"

Along with the sound came a golden palm force, heading straight for the king's chariot.

At the same time, a column of fire rushed up in the convoy.

Gold and red collided, and the circular shape of gas exploded, revealing two figures.

A man wearing coarse linen clothes, strong and sturdy, with bare hands.

The other person was wearing a gorgeous red robe, had a jade-like face and long eyebrows, and held a three-foot flaming sword in his hand.

The latter was Gong Zhengping, the head of the Yunlan Gong family.

The two Yuanci fought against each other, and their collisions occurred dozens of times while flying, like a bolt of thunder rolling in the mountains.

Duan Tiannan has absolute confidence in his own palms.

In the battle last September, Tang Shaoyou's Xuan-grade iron scales shattered at the touch of his fingertips.

But this time, after fighting with Gong Zhengping dozens of times, the latter's sword was not damaged at all.

"The second best in the world, what a blazing fire 'Ming Shen'!"

Duan Tiannan praised loudly and delivered a series of powerful punches, forcing his opponent away from the convoy.

At this point the debris flow has accumulated enough kinetic energy.

Shouts of "Enemy attack, protect the emperor" rose one after another in the long team, but earth and water were no enemies that swords could fight against.

The black wave surged onto the road, knocking down and burying those who remained at their posts. Even the huge royal chariot was shifted sideways by several meters, shattering many axles and wheels at once.

Feng Chengyi rolled to the ground and heard his wife's screams of pain from the next room.

The floor tilted and the three sailing masts that ran through the great carriage were tearing apart.

His mind went blank and he staggered to check it out, but was picked up by someone.

Feng Sifei hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, picked up Feng Chengyi and rushed out of the dangerous area, gliding over ten feet in the wind and landing on the top of a huge rock several feet high in the stream.

The black blade of the mudslide cut into the stream.

On the east side of the valley, Qiu Yuankui and Gu Yixin flew down the mountain following the landslide, but were stopped head-on by Zuo Chiheng, the commander of the Biaofeng Guard, and Qiao Song, the deputy commander of the Qianmianfeng Guard.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

The vibration of the road, the creaking sound of the king's chariot being deformed under pressure, the loud noise of the Yuan magnetic force fighting...

The entire caravan of nearly a thousand horses and pack animals were frightened - they no longer obeyed the orders of their drivers and just ran around according to their instincts.

(End of this chapter)