Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 250: Blood Transformation Divine Blade

"Jiang Yuqing, Prince of Xiqin County in the Zhou Kingdom, listen carefully. Below the mountain are the Prince of Jingluo from the Ghostfang Kingdom, Princess Sisi'an from the Gumo Kingdom, Prince Anlu Feiying from the Anxi Kingdom, Princess from the Louche Kingdom, Prince from the Shiwei Kingdom, and Prince from the Yina Kingdom. As long as you surrender and come down the mountain, we will spare your life!"

"Jiang Yuqing, as long as you surrender and persuade the Xiqin army to surrender, I, the thirteen kingdoms, will allow you to establish the Jiang clan's territory and form a marriage alliance with the Western Regions, creating a lasting friendship for generations to come!"

"I heard that the Great Universe Son wanted to exterminate your Jiang clan a few days ago. Jiang Yuqing, as a hot-tempered person, how can you tolerate such humiliation? It's better to turn against him. With 150,000 Xiqin soldiers in your hands, where in the world can't you roam freely? A wise person knows the current situation, so think about it!"

Among the tens of thousands of Western Region troops below the mountain, there were soldiers who understood the Mastery Zhou language, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Dozens of young male and female generals behind them rode forward on their horses, their faces showing indescribable expressions of arrogance, bloodlust, and indifference.

The momentum of tens of thousands of troops was overwhelming, as if victory was within their grasp.

...

Xingling Prefecture, Xingling City, the capital of Xinglingzhou.

As the largest city adjacent to the Western Regions in the Zhou Kingdom's Xiqin territory, it was also the central hub of the Xiqin army. The city walls were over ten zhang high, resembling a crouching tiger and coiling dragon. The city had a population of over 1.8 million people. Since the founding of the Zhou Kingdom hundreds of years ago, it had always been a contested area between the Zhou Kingdom and the Western Regions, a strategic military town!

The soaring flags of the Great Zhou and the Jiang clan fluttered side by side, representing the absolute confidence of the former Three States and Eighteen Prefectures!

In recent days, the atmosphere in the city had become more cheerful due to the imminent arrival of Jiang Yuxing, the eldest grandson of the Jiang family in the capital and the Prince of Xiqin. Both the city's residents and the military officers felt a sense of relief from the looming clouds of war.

At this moment, outside the city, an elite force of 100,000 Xiqin troops stretched for over twenty li, with their camps exuding a cold and majestic aura. Black-armored soldiers patrolled in groups, coming and going.

"Clang clang clang..."

A female general in silver armor rode her white horse from a distance, dismounted, and rushed straight to the central military tent, passing through hundreds of guards with their eyes as sharp as torches. She took off her silver helmet and held it in her arms.

"General Yuchi Shuozhen!"

The guards saluted.

Yuchi Shuozhen nodded slightly, pushed open the curtain of the military tent, and saw dozens of generals gathered inside, their expressions solemn and dignified.

General Soaring Dragon, Jiang Yuxi, renowned Jiang clan general Jiang Man'er, veteran Jiang Gu'en, valiant cavalry general Lin Haotian, horse-mounted general Yuchi Jun, Western Regions defense general Tuoba Kedi, and the great general Zheteng Kun, who led the Western Expedition, were all seated in two rows.

Only the main seat, the seat of the commander, was empty. The third young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Hu, was absent.

Yuchi Shuozhen saluted and spoke with a solemn expression, "The Prince arrived at Xilin City this morning, but instead of coming as planned, he arrived at Baiwu Mountain. At this moment, he is surrounded by the elite guards of the thirteen princes and princesses of the Western Regions!"

"Whoosh!"

The faces of the generals changed drastically, their armor clashing as they all stood up.

"What about Jiang Thirteen and Bai Xuanji? Haven't they been received?"

General Jiang Gu'en became furious, "What does the Prince represent to the Western Qin Army? Don't they understand?"

General Lin Haotian, the Cavalry General, also had a gloomy expression, "If the Prince makes even the slightest mistake, the Western Qin Army will be defeated! Gentlemen, the Commander-in-Chief is not here, we cannot remain indifferent!"

"That girl Xuanji understands warfare. Thanks to her, we won the battle at Xiaobaishan!"

General Yuchi Jun pondered and said, "It is said that the Prince is his teacher, knowledgeable in Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems. Why would he make such a mistake? Avoiding the main army and running to Baiwushan? This doesn't make sense."

"You old ghost, what are you pretending to be at this time? It's obvious that the Prince discovered the ambush of the Western Regions Army."

The hot-tempered Tuoba Kedi and the restless General Zhenteng Kun made a move to leave, "Come on, arm yourselves and bring your weapons!"

General Lin Haotian, being even more impulsive, rushed out first.

General Yuchi Shuo instinctively stopped the three of them, "Wait, the Prince has sent a message, the Western Qin Army is not allowed to move a single soldier! The Prince seems to have a plan."

"Uh..."

The generals looked at each other in confusion.

After a moment of silence, General Jiang Gu'en waved his hand, "Regardless of what plan the Prince has, send thirty thousand cavalry to the west of Baigoujian as reinforcement, just in case! Yu Xi and Man'er, go!"

Jiang Yuxi and Jiang Man'er stood up and saluted, "Yes!"

...

On Baiwushan.

A group of people were already armored from head to toe, fully armed. Xin Zhuo wore a golden feudal king armor, with a long red tassel on his golden helmet. His face was covered by a ghost mask, revealing only his eyes. In his hand, he held a three-hundred-pound black iron spear made by Yuan Sikuang, known as the best blacksmith in the world, which cost thirty thousand taels of silver when he passed by the first weapon city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Songzhou Prefecture. He mounted his warhorse and pointed directly at the Western Regions soldiers preparing to launch a strong attack downhill.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Behind him, everyone was wearing armor and leading a thousand Iron Floating Guards, rushing like a torrent, charging down the mountain.

The tens of thousands of elite Western Regions cavalry and a dozen princes and princesses from various countries at the foot of the mountain obviously did not expect that the Western Qin Prince on the mountain would dare to lead his men down to attack, causing some chaos in their camp.

Xin Zhuo raised his long spear, and as his warhorse neighed, he roared, "Gelu!"

"Gulu!" Beside him, a white-armored figure with a slender figure and a pair of clear blue eyes, resembling a bear's paw, Princess Sisi'an, also raised a large knife and roared.

"Boom..."

Tens of thousands of elite cavalry charged forward.

"Dada..."

The two sides surged forward, one diving and the other receiving, quickly colliding.

"Ha!"

Huang Dagui, a fifth-rank expert in the reversal of the Five Elements, took the lead, opening his mouth wide and roaring like a lion, as if thundering.

Nearly a hundred people in front were instantly thrown off their horses and fell to the ground.

"Third Elder Wuwei! Watch me!"

Han Qiniang refused to fall behind. Holding a 180-pound broadsword in her hand, she bent down and charged forward, lifting a stone weighing several thousand pounds, and with a loud shout, she struck with force.

"Bang..."

In an instant, nearly a hundred cavalrymen were knocked down, and the boulder continued to roll, with the cavalrymen along the way dodging one after another.

Beside them, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, Hong Shu, Ying Jianying, and Shan Yao, several women, released a dense Monster Qi and swarms of insects, charging forward side by side, causing a large number of Western Region soldiers within a radius of dozens of zhang to fall.

However, the opposing group of princes and princesses also displayed Monster Qi, swarms of insects, and Flying Swords, suppressing them from the air.

For a while, the battlefield within a hundred zhang was filled with flying True Qi and the "elite soldiers" of the Great Zhou Dynasty flying around like in a quagmire, slowing down the momentum of the Great Zhou Iron Floating Guards.

Xin Zhuo did not rush up immediately. He was just observing how to escape.

Seeing that both sides were becoming more and more chaotic, with people falling off their horses and chaos everywhere, shouts of killing resounding from all directions.

He glanced at Cui Ying'er, who was following closely beside him, and asked, "Where is the weak point?"

Cui Ying'er closed her eyes tightly, her ears trembling slightly, and her talent was exerted to the extreme. She replied, "The enemy's formation is not rigorous. The northeast direction is weaker. There is a chance to break through."

"Very well!"

Xin Zhuo stretched his muscles and bones, tightly gripping his long spear, and charged forward, surrounded by terrifying Monster Qi, moonlight, martial intent, and profound ice and thunder True Qi. Wherever he went, Western Region cavalrymen flew backwards, as if entering an uninhabited realm. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a group of princes and princesses, raising his spear and slashing forcefully, saying, "Look at my spear!"

The group of princes and princesses were stunned for a moment, struggling to fall off their warhorses, preparing to catch the spear with their bare hands. Then they all reacted, their faces changing at the same time. Princess Sisi'an exclaimed, "Supernatural Power of Demonic Arts!"

"Startling Martial Rainbow!"

Prince Jingluo gave up mounting his horse, holding a large halberd, and enveloped in a towering gray wave of air, he swung it forcefully. In mid-air, a strange circular wave appeared, with thousands of falcon and strange bird shadows flashing out, instantly grabbing nearly a hundred Iron Floating Guards to death. Han Jiulang's arm was almost torn off.

"Grand Great Master's personal treasure? Blood Transformation Divine Blade! Appear!"

Xin Zhuo's expression was solemn, fully focused. He pointed his long spear into the air, and the clouds rolled, and red mist appeared in the air and on the bodies of the corpses and horse corpses on the ground from all directions. Soon, a blood-red, ancient and simple great blade appeared in mid-air, emitting a bloody and murderous aura.

It seemed as if it had emerged from the Nine Nether Underworld, and a terrifying momentum slowly spread.

There was no need to try it out; just looking at it was terrifying.

At once, the gazes from all directions were drawn over, and everyone instinctively stopped fighting and looked up.

Prince Jing Lvji, Princess Sisi'an, and a group of princes and princesses had their faces change repeatedly, completely unable to understand what kind of trick this was.

"Ancient Martial Dao Supernatural Power?"

"Surround!"

A general from the Western Regions didn't dare to be arrogant and angrily shouted, leading the guards to quickly retreat with the princes and princesses, while tens of thousands of Western Regions soldiers rushed in from all directions.

"Behead!"

In mid-air, a ferocious blood-colored great blade, like a bloodthirsty ghost, descended with an incredibly terrifying momentum.

Hundreds of Western Regions cavalry below instantly stopped their charge, their faces showing pain, and the warhorses beneath them also raised their necks and became motionless.

In the blink of an eye, their skin withered, and their Blood Qi dissipated.

"Thud thud thud..."

Dry corpses and horses fell to the ground, among them two unlucky princes and princesses who were a step too slow to dodge, let out a miserable scream, rolled on the ground, and also turned into dry corpses in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The blood blade finally struck the ground, causing waves of blood to surge and rush in all directions.

Wherever it passed, people and horses fell, countless Western Regions cavalry had their Blood Qi completely dissipated, turning into dry corpses on the ground.

This scene was truly inexplicable and strange.

"Prince Jing is mighty!"

The dumbfounded Iron Floating Guards finally reacted and raised their long spears, shouting loudly in support.

"Mighty my ass! Let's go!"

Individual bravery was useless, killing a few hundred Western Regions cavalry out of tens of thousands was insignificant. Xin Zhuo lifted his long spear and led his men straight towards the weakest point in the northeast direction.

Taking advantage of the enemy's morale being weakened, the nine hundred Iron Floating Guards surrounded their own prince and others, charging and killing in a frenzy, breaking out of the encirclement.

"Based on the Blood Qi fluctuations from that prince, he doesn't seem to be very old. With such talent, how dare he fight in the midst of thousands of troops and horses? Has his soul and Dao momentum been tainted, and he no longer intends to continue cultivating?"

Prince Jing Lvji, the first to react among the Ghost Faction princes, angrily rebuked, "Chase! Don't let him escape!"

"Boom rumble rumble..."

Tens of thousands of Western Regions cavalry chased after Xin Zhuo and the others, but they saw Xin Zhuo leading the nine hundred Iron Floating Guards, executing a snake-like maneuver, circling around and turning west, running towards the White Gully.

(End of this chapter)