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Under the Clear Sky, in the vast desert, a girl in white stood amidst the sands, gently playing the Dizi.
Below, the Ten Thousand Troops and Iron Hooves waved their Standards and spears, moving back and forth in formation, quickly changing tactics—crossing, advancing, retreating—neatly and uniformly, showcasing their formidable military prowess.
The appearance of this seven or eight-year-old girl immediately drew everyone's attention. It was she who, with a single Jade Flute, commanded the Ten Thousand Troops, her presence as steady as a mountain, leaving people in awe.
Princess Zhulan and others stood here, overlooking the entire battlefield. At this moment, among the forces of the Gaochang Kingdom, they could only see soldiers clad in Leather Armor. The Ganda Prince, who had taken Princess Xiangyi hostage, was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, several hundred Camels were all present here, surrounded along with the soldiers of the Gaochang Kingdom.
Clearly, their large contingent had been forcibly scattered by that girl controlling the iron-blooded army. The Ganda Prince had likely already fled on his way back to the Gaochang Ancient Kingdom.
However, a large number of troops from the Gaochang Kingdom were unable to leave and had to retreat back, ending up in their current predicament like lambs awaiting slaughter.
What initially seemed like a stable situation, with the Gaochang Ancient Kingdom receiving a batch of Treasure, had turned into a scenario where others became mere prey. Now, the situation had unexpectedly flipped again.
From this point on, it was clear that this batch of Treasure belonged to Prairie King Malzahar. The journey had been thrilling and tumultuous, with one upheaval after another; there was nothing unimaginable that could not happen.
Korea believed itself to be the ultimate winner, preying on others like a mantis and seizing all the Treasure.
However, Korea did not anticipate that the Gaochang Kingdom would leave hidden pieces on the board and lay ambushes along the way, turning itself into the prey behind the mantis.
Just as the Gaochang Kingdom and Ganda Prince were feeling triumphant, thinking themselves victorious and expecting a bountiful harvest, they unexpectedly became someone else's quarry.
The Prairie King, armed with a slingshot, took advantage of the situation after the Gaochang Kingdom had consumed Korea like a mantis. He aimed at the yellow bird with his slingshot and became the true victor, claiming tens of millions of Treasure for himself.
On another front, led by the Ganda Prince, the forces of Gaochang were initially confident as they prepared to return along the border between desert and grassland. He did not need to worry about issues concerning the White-Browed Ancestor, as once the Bone-less Sorcerer returned, he would naturally handle matters according to nature's way.
Thus, the Ganda Prince thought he could act as a carefree overseer, simply returning with tens of millions of Treasure to the Gaochang Ancient Kingdom, then "marrying" Korea's Princess Xiangyi Chu Yuzhu, leading to a happy conclusion for all.
Little did he know that just fifty or sixty miles into his journey towards the grassland, he was intercepted by the army of the Prairie King. Without any words exchanged, intense conflict erupted immediately.
Especially from across the grassland side, there was no room for debate; they treated it as an act of aggression against which they dealt a near-fatal blow to the Gaochang Kingdom. The cavalry of Ten Thousand Troops charged simultaneously, completely scattering his White-Haired Ox Army.
In panic, the Ganda Prince fled with his remaining troops. Along with him were about two or three hundred people including Princess Xiangyi. They abandoned their precious Treasure, left their main forces behind, discarded their armor in utter disarray.
The army lost its leader, and morale was in disarray. Under the Iron Hooves of the Prairie Army, they scattered like flies, unable to form a cohesive unit, and their combat effectiveness appeared laughable.
The Ganda Prince was filled with rage. Without the Bone-less Sorcerer, he had no ideas to offer and could only flee, not even realizing that his hat had fallen off somewhere along the way.
At that moment, he had only one thought in mind: to petition the king for war against the prairie and eradicate Murzaha's stronghold in one fell swoop.
However, he knew this was impossible. The prairie was a fief of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and any action would inevitably provoke a larger conflict. Although there were various rumors among the people about the Great Zhou Dynasty nearing its end, he understood that their military power and various civilizations were not something the Gaochang Kingdom could contend with—not even ten or a hundred times over.
Thus, the Ganda Prince's anger was merely temporary. As time passed and he calmed down a bit, those thoughts faded away.
Yet, his escape did not seem to go as smoothly as he hoped!
As he led two to three hundred soldiers while holding Princess Xiangyi captive, they had traveled about seventy or eighty miles when a figure appeared in the sky—a young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a fair complexion that looked quite pleasing.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the air with a deafening crack, startling all of Ganda Prince's mounts into jumping high into the air, nearly throwing their riders off.
Fortunately, oxen were different from horses; they were not as skittish. The Gaochang Kingdom used oxen as mounts, and their White-Haired Bulls were trained veterans of battle who had seen bloodshed. So when the thunderclap occurred in the sky, they managed to stay grounded without making fools of themselves.
“Where do you think you're going, Ganda Prince? Why not stay and reminisce with us?”
Lu Chen's voice echoed across the area as he appeared above Ganda Prince and his men, only fifty yards away. He held a bronze-colored sword in his hand—unremarkable in appearance but intimidating enough that no one dared to underestimate it.
“It's you? How dare you block my path! I don't know you; we're leaving!”
The Ganda Prince harshly pulled on his mount's reins and prepared to lead his men away.
At that moment, Princess Xiangyi was right beside him but had been bound by ropes and lost her ability to move.
Princess Xiangyi looked slightly disappointed; she hadn't expected that the one coming to rescue her was not the White-Browed Ancestor or forces from Korea but rather Lu Chen, whom she had despised for quite some time.
Lu Chen's achievements were increasingly remarkable, and he appeared and disappeared unpredictably, his methods were sufficient to stand on equal footing with the White-Browed Ancestor.
The more Chu Yuzhu felt this way, the less she wanted to acknowledge her feelings for Lu Chen. She thought it was all hatred. But when Lu Chen appeared before her, her emotions immediately became complicated, unsure whether it was hatred or dislike.
"Why is the Ganda Prince in such a hurry? Are you leaving just like that without any reason?"
Lu Chen laughed heartily and raised his hand to unleash two waves of Imperial Aura, slicing through two soldiers of the Gaochang Kingdom along with their mounts. Blood spurted out, spilling guts and entrails across the Underworld.
This scene terrified the Ganda Prince.
The Ganda Prince shouted angrily, pointing at Lu Chen in the air, "Lu, do you know you're seeking death? When my national master returns, it will be your end; you won't have any hope of survival."
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen coldly smiled and said, "Your national master is the Bone-less Sorcerer, right? Do you think he can return?"
The Ganda Prince broke into a cold sweat at these words, swallowing hard. Lu Chen's implication was that the Bone-less Sorcerer was already dead; how could that be possible?
The Ganda Prince believed that the Bone-less Sorcerer was immensely powerful; how could he die so easily? Lu Chen must be trying to deceive him to gain an advantage.
The Ganda Prince had no intention of believing Lu Chen's words. He waved his hand and commanded, "Bring him down! I want to tear him apart!"
At this critical moment, the Ganda Prince recalled the methods taught by the Bone-less Sorcerer on how to restrain Yin Spirits. The best and most direct way was to use the blood fire of living beings to burn the Yin Spirit, making them wish for death but unable to attain it.
The two or three hundred soldiers brought by the Ganda Prince immediately gathered together and shouted in unison at Lu Chen in the air, trying to shake him down.
In an instant, hundreds of people roared together; their sound waves surged toward Lu Chen like waves of water, creating an overwhelming momentum.
Seeing this, Lu Chen smirked and disdainfully said, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot. My apologies, Ganda Prince."
Lu Chen felt no fear regarding the Ganda Prince's attack using blood fire. It was true that a Qi Master's blood fire could restrain Yin Spirits. However, with only two or three hundred people brought by the Ganda Prince, their formation was too weak. In such a situation, they would only be countered by a Yin Spirit of Lu Chen's caliber.
With a wave of his arm, Lu Chen unleashed dozens of Imperial Aura blasts, ignoring their furious shouts. He shot through them effortlessly, knocking them and their mounts over.
In an instant, dozens of people fell to the ground, their flesh sliced in half as they breathed their last.
The fiery blood of the soldiers surged towards him. Lu Chen switched between his spirit and flesh, and as his flesh began to fall, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a walnut. Just as his flesh was about to hit the ground, a full set of Nether War Armor was already donned on him, exuding an aura of coldness and indifference like a war god from hell.
Lu Chen's flesh fell to the ground, and he sprinted forward at a speed that was indistinguishable to the Ganda Prince and his companions, who were left astonished.
At this moment, Lu Chen was in the Qi Master state, a true iron body, Divine Power Body, protected by the Nether War Armor.
By the time the Ganda Prince's soldiers reacted, Lu Chen had already charged forward, his target aimed directly at the Ganda Prince.
With powerful legs, Lu Chen leaped high and struck the Ganda Prince's face hard before swiftly jumping to the side, grabbing Princess Xiangyi, who was bound with ropes, into his arms.
Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone, Lu Chen's flesh trembled, and a pair of black wings sprouted from his back. With a sound of flapping wings, Lu Chen soared straight up into the sky.
At this moment, Princess Xiangyi lay in Lu Chen's arms like a kitten, her eyes wide open as she gazed at this imposing figure before her.
However, all she could see was the cold armor; she could not discern Lu Chen's true face at all.
In no time, Lu Chen disappeared into the distance, leaving the Ganda Prince and others standing in place, still in shock and unable to come to their senses.
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