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Get ready!
Wait!
On the other side of the mountain, Che Chengyun was about to signal for action when he suddenly spotted a troop charging down from the mountain towards Hongfu Temple. In the darkness, it was hard to see clearly. Che Chengyun had to descend the mountain alone for a closer look. To his shock, it was the Imperial Guard!
The Royal Guard had arrived, wielding Eight-Sided Han Swords and Oil Saws. In a panic, Che Chengyun rushed back up the mountain and saw Wangfu General coming to their aid. He quickly lowered his voice and shouted, "Retreat! Retreat!"
Wangfu General was taken aback and asked, "Your Highness, we have over two hundred men, while they only have a little over a thousand below. We can still fight! Besides, in the dark, we have the advantage of height."
"But that's the Royal Guard!" Che Chengyun exclaimed. "Each of them has an Eight-Sided Han Sword, not to mention their specially crafted armor. What can we do against that?"
Che Chengyun immediately felt like running away. Wangfu General's face turned grim as he pointed towards Hongfu Temple. "But Jiu Zhu and Mu Jinkun have already charged in!"
"I know," Che Chengyun replied, "but dead friends are better than dead poor!"
"They're foolish enough to die; let them!" Che Chengyun had inherited the teachings of Langya Prince and showed no hesitation when it came to abandoning teammates.
Wangfu General's face twitched as he murmured, "But Your Highness, we already sold them out last time!"
"Then we'll sell them out again; it's no problem!" Che Chengyun insisted. "Listen to me, prepare to retreat together."
He waved his hand and hurried over to the Wangfu House Servants, saying directly, "Brothers, it's not that our Langya Wangfu is ungrateful. This is clearly a trap! We cannot fall into it. So let's move quickly; follow me!"
Upon hearing this, the Wangfu House Servants sighed and prepared to leave. It was a pity they couldn't engage in battle this time; there would be no rewards to claim.
Che Chengyun felt a sense of dread as he led his men back, always on guard.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the Hongfu Temple.
"Who called my name? That voice sounds familiar," Che Chengyun murmured as he turned his head, realizing the sound was indeed coming from the Hongfu Temple.
He looked closely and saw that the temple was brightly lit, with Mu Jinkun surrounded by the Imperial Guard in the courtyard.
While fending off the Huangshan Imperial Guard's attacks, Mu Jinkun shouted his own name, "Che Chengyun, are you selling me out again? You all need to step in; I'm waiting for your rescue! Che Chengyun, you give me a location! If you don't take action, I will never forgive you!"
Just as Mu Jinkun finished shouting, he spotted a Female Guard charging at him with an Oil Saw in hand.
In an instant, the Oil Saw roared to life, its sound resonating deep within Mu Jinkun's soul, causing him to turn and flee in terror. Even if it meant being slashed by the Female Guards as he ran for his life, it was better than facing the Oil Saw.
Just moments ago, Mu Jinkun had witnessed a brother being cut in half by that very saw. Blood and chunks of flesh had splattered everywhere; it was a gruesome sight.
On the mountain, Che Chengyun looked down with a face full of indignation. "What a bastard! You're being attacked and you call my name?"
"Your Highness, should we fight or not?" two Wangfu Generals asked.
"Your Highness, should we charge down?" they pressed.
As Che Chengyun pondered his next move, he suddenly saw over a thousand Royal Guards rushing towards him from the mountain. He shouted, "Run!"
Without a second thought, he turned and fled. Who cared about Mu Jinkun's fate? Besides, what good was it for him to call out his name? The Royal Guards hadn't caught him!
Tomorrow at court, he would simply deny everything.
Over two hundred Wangfu Generals and servants watched this scene unfold—seeing Mu Jinkun shouting desperately while Che Chengyun sprinted away. After a moment of contemplation, they decided to follow him!
More than two hundred people had already fled without even engaging in battle.
In the temple, Mu Jinkun watched the retreating figures of the Wang family on the mountain, his anger reaching a boiling point. "Che Chengyun, you scoundrel! Last time at the court, your father sold me out! And now during this temple battle, you betray me again! You and your father are cut from the same cloth! If I were to seek your cooperation again, I might as well throw myself against a block of tofu and end it all."
Mu Jinkun, filled with grief and rage, swung his long knife to fend off the attacks from the Royal Guard. Just moments ago, they had rushed in and killed seven or eight monks.
In the backyard of Hongfu Temple, a wave of Royal Guards surged forth, each wielding an Eight-Sided Han Sword. Realizing it was a trap and wanting to retreat, he was suddenly met with another group of Royal Guards at the entrance, armed with Oil Saws. They were caught in a pincer attack!
Jiu Zhu and the Twelve Celestial Maidens found themselves in a desperate struggle. With over a hundred skilled fighters brought along, more than half had already fallen within minutes of combat.
Crack! Crack! Boom!
The warriors of Xia Kingdom wielded their long knives, only to have them severed by the Eight-Sided Han Swords or shattered by the Oil Saws. The breaking of weapons in battle signified death. Many skilled fighters met their tragic ends at the hands of the Imperial Guard.
As bodies fell one after another, Jiu Zhu saw her trusted subordinates suffering heavy casualties. Her hatred for Jiang Han reached its peak, and she also directed her anger towards Che Chengyun. "Che Chengyun, it's all because of that wretched brat! If it weren't for her, how could I have fallen into this trap again? Moreover, in this trap, that brat was the first to run away—what a scoundrel!"
"Your Highness, we will escort you!"
"Your Highness, we will hold them off!"
The Twelve Celestial Maidens spoke in unison.
Before Jiu Zhu could say anything, two of the Ten Celestial Maidens swiftly executed their skills and seized two Eight-Sided Han Swords. They then wielded the long swords, slicing through the charging Imperial Guards like beams of light. Their martial arts resembled those of Quan Gai Su Wen, but their speed and strength were not on par with him.
Crack!
Crack!
The two of them managed to slay over a dozen Imperial Guards, barely holding the Moon Gate. Meanwhile, the other ten were escorting Jiu Zhu as they retreated. Just as they were pulling back, Mu Jinkun stumbled over. He passed through two Female Guards stationed at the Moon Gate and caught up with the retreating Jiu Zhu.
"You’re not dead?" one of the Female Guards asked.
"Thanks to those brothers who held off the enemy for me!" Mu Jinkun replied.
Over a hundred skilled fighters had suffered heavy losses to cover Mu Jinkun's retreat. Jiu Zhu glanced back at the ferocious Imperial Guards charging toward the two Ten Celestial Maidens and shouted in fury, "Jiang Han, I will never forgive you!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A flurry of arrows sliced through the air!
When Jiu Zhu turned around, she was horrified to see the two Ten Celestial Maidens shot full of arrows, resembling a beehive.
"How is this possible?"
Both of them were stronger than Chen Yue and no weaker than Lin Qingyue! How could this happen? What kind of bow and crossbow is that? Jiu Zhu stared in disbelief at the scene.
Yan Dong led the team personally; seeing that they could not break through after a prolonged assault, he ordered the use of Compound Bows to directly eliminate the two Ten Celestial Maidens.
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