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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: Is It Really Necessary to Go In and Out Seven Times?
The Flame Sun Sword remained embedded outside the city gate of Huaxia Imperial Capital. Many professionals affiliated with the Southern Xiongnu Emperor had confirmed this, yet they merely observed and did not dare to pull out the Flame Sun Sword. After all, no one knew the strength of its owner, who could drive the Flame Sun Sword so deeply into the ground; perhaps they were at the peak of Tenth Level Martial Artist.
Word spread quickly, and soon nearly a million troops surrounding Huaxia Imperial Capital from the Southern Xiongnu Empire were aware of this matter. Lingxiao, beside Xuan Ziming, scoffed at it because he knew very well that the one capable of wielding the Flame Sun Sword was certainly not a mere Tenth Level Martial Artist but rather a Cultivator.
The reason was simple: controlling a sword over a thousand miles to take a person's head was a common tactic used by Cultivators. However, Lingxiao was curious about who had come to Jiuzhou and clearly expressed their intention to assist Huaxia Imperial Capital.
Moreover, if the owner of the Flame Sun Sword were a newly ascended Golden Core Stage Cultivator, everything would be manageable. But if they were someone above Golden Core Stage, then things could become quite troublesome.
After sharing his thoughts with Xuan Ziming, who agreed wholeheartedly, he dismissed his subordinate generals and turned to Lingxiao, asking, "Lingxiao, can you try to make contact with him?"
"I can try," Lingxiao replied hesitantly, but he trailed off. The implications of what he wanted to say were somewhat disgraceful for him. It should be noted that unless absolutely necessary, no Cultivator would willingly venture into the barrier between Jiuzhou and Eastern State. Lingxiao had once attempted it himself; had it not been for Xuan Ziming being intimidated by his presence and mobilizing national strength to rescue him, he would likely have been dead by now.
Noticing Lingxiao's reluctance to elaborate but ultimately agreeing to try, Xuan Ziming did not press him further. Instead, he inquired again, "Lingxiao, have you still not found Ye Huan?"
"Ye Huan? In response to Sovereign, Ye Huan is merely a Fifth-Level Summoner. To me, I could crush him with one hand, so Sovereign need not worry about him."
Lingxiao wore a disdainful smile, completely disregarding Ye Huan. It was no wonder; in his quest to find Ye Huan, he had stormed into the Huaxia Imperial Palace, destroying half of it with a single sword technique. Yet, Ye Huan had not even shown a shadow, leading Lingxiao to dismiss him as a coward.
If Ye Huan knew Lingxiao's thoughts, he would likely rush to confront him. After all, he had already taken action towards the Eastern State, while Lingxiao had merely caused chaos in the palace and then called him a coward. Wasn't that akin to a thief sneaking into an empty house to steal?
Unaware that someone dared to spy on him from behind, Ye Huan furrowed his brows deeply, contemplating a pressing question: should they hold their ground or break through the encirclement of millions?
Holding their ground seemed futile; Huaxia Nation had only one city left. What could they use to defend it? Even if Ye Huan could summon numerous Arms, they still needed people to wield them. Moreover, how many soldiers were left in the capital for them to squander? Faced with the million-strong army outside, it would take no more than three days before the capital would likely fall to the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
Breaking through was another dilemma. The rest of Huaxia was already occupied; this was their last piece of territory. If they left, what would become of their nation? Even if the little princess had plans for restoration in the future, where would she recruit soldiers? By then, it might be uncertain if anyone would even recognize her.
"Damn it all!"
After failing to reach a consensus with Weiyang and the others, Ye Huan couldn't help but curse under his breath as he gazed at the millions of troops below. A million—what kind of concept was that? In the past, Ye Huan had been unaware, but just thinking about how some small cities in the Twenty-First Century had populations of only hundreds of thousands made it clear how spectacular a million soldiers could be. The sight of them in uniform with fluttering banners was visually overwhelming.
Sensing Ye Huan's distress, Zhao Ziyu gently patted his shoulder and softly said, "Ye Huan, if it comes to that, you should take Aunt Liu and the others and leave! Given our situation, I may no longer be able to call myself the little princess of Huaxia Nation. Our engagement will also be void; there's no need for you to suffer here because of me..."
"What are you talking about? A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. If it comes down to it, I'll just do what Zhao Zilong did and fight my way in and out among these million enemies." Although Ye Huan understood Zhao Ziyu meant well, her words made him uncomfortable. He adopted a majestic posture that ignited passion among Weiyang and the others. They didn't know who Zhao Zilong was but echoed in unison, "Yes! Let's fight our way in and out!"
Surprised by their enthusiastic response, Ye Huan paused for a moment before considering the possibility of an offensive strategy. The best defense is indeed a good offense; he believed this saying held truth.
Upon careful calculation, with military Hummers and Type 99 main battle tanks at his disposal, Ye Huan held a significant advantage in mobility alone. Coupled with various firearms and grenades, as long as he could suppress the professionals of the Southern Xiongnu Empire and lead a team of a thousand—no, even just a hundred—he would dare to charge into enemy territory!
A million troops—if he truly broke through, how many could they face at once?!
As soon as he voiced his thoughts, Ye San burst into laughter. When Ye Huan left, he had specifically been left behind at Dragon Hall to see if he could gain some influence under Long Batian's command. Although there was little progress at first, when the war broke out, he happened to encounter Weiyang and others. Later, as Huaxia Nation continued to suffer defeats and Zhang Ren and others returned from the Southern Xiongnu Empire to the capital, they decided to push Long Batian aside and take complete control of Dragon Hall. From then on, they managed to win over many hearts.
For instance, the remaining hundred or so Professionals who originally belonged to Dragon Hall were those Ye San had painstakingly recruited.
Now, these Professionals finally proved their worth!
Hearing Ye Huan laughingly mention that he still had over a hundred Professionals under him, Ye Huan couldn't help but smile brightly. However, he felt a twinge of guilt towards Ye San. A mere servant had stepped up to obstruct when the Ye Family was destroyed and had rallied people when the nation faced peril. This made Ye Huan feel that he owed Ye San far too much.
As if sensing Ye Huan's feelings, Ye San smiled and told him to gather the personnel before hurriedly leaving, leaving Ye Huan deep in thought about how to launch an attack. Meanwhile, Weiyang leaned in closer, her already thin face looking even more gaunt as she asked, "Ye Huan, are we really going for seven entries and exits?"
"That's right, seven entries and exits!"
Nodding in response, Ye Huan descended from the city wall...
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