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Chapter 130: The Return of Ye Huan
No one could clearly see the words inscribed on the sword that shone brighter than gold, nor did anyone know to whom this sword belonged. Whether it was the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire or the little princess on the city walls, everyone anxiously fixed their gaze on the sword, countless thoughts flashing through their minds, yet all chose to remain silent, rendered speechless.
Inside and outside the capital, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. As snowflakes drifted down, the atmosphere above the capital felt as if a storm were about to break, oppressive enough to make it hard to breathe.
After a long while, the silence brought on by this oppression was broken by a gust of cold wind that swept through, causing everyone to shiver and snap back to reality. They couldn't help but begin to murmur among themselves, with Weiyang and others being the most anxious, questioning each other:
"Whose sword is this? Could it be our enemy's?"
"Who knows? From what I see, they saved the little princess; it must be a friend."
"Yes, it must be a friend!"
With renewed determination, Weiyang clenched his fists and scanned the surroundings. To his surprise, he did not see a single unfamiliar figure—Zhao Ziyu, Zuo Yi, Zhang Ren, Ye San, and even Ye Huan, who was smiling at him…
Wait, Ye Huan?!
In disbelief, Weiyang rubbed his eyes and clearly saw that behind Zhao Ziyu stood a man dressed in a Dao robe with long hair tied behind him. Who else could it be but Ye Huan!
After four months apart, Weiyang walked towards Ye Huan, trembling with excitement, his eyes slightly red. Each step seemed to drain all his strength, and as he moved forward, everyone else noticed Ye Huan's presence. They stared at Zhao Ziyu in front of Ye Huan with expressions of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Unaware that the person she longed to see was right behind her, Zhao Ziyu couldn't help but speak up, "Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?"
Looking at her?
Though the little princess was indeed stunningly beautiful, who would care about a woman's looks at such a critical moment for the nation? The people around the little princess chose to follow Weiyang's lead, stepping towards her back one by one.
Sensing something was off, she turned around and saw the face she had been yearning for—Ye Huan, a Fifth-Level Summoner and Golden Core Stage Cultivator!
Their eyes met atop the city wall. Noticing that Zhao Ziyu seemed on the verge of tears upon seeing him, Ye Huan gently spoke, "I'm late..."
"No, you're not late. As long as you're here, we will surely achieve final victory!"
Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. The moment she saw Ye Huan, Zhao Ziyu felt a great weight lift from her shoulders. The burden of her father's death and the responsibility of protecting the capital had nearly crushed her delicate frame. Even though she knew that Ye Huan's return wouldn't change the outcome of the battle, she instinctively threw herself into his arms, whispering comforting lies in front of millions outside the capital.
Even if those lies were only for herself.
Gently patting Zhao Ziyu's shoulder, Ye Huan had already realized something was wrong when he spotted figures dressed like ninjas near the East Sea while flying over Huaxia Nation. He never imagined that the capital would be besieged by millions of troops, forcing Zhao Ziyu to consider taking her own life!
As Princess Zhao Ziyu gradually calmed down beside Ye Huan, Weiyang and others formed a circle around them, seemingly waiting for Ye Huan to speak. Ye Huan scanned the millions of Southern Xiongnu Empire troops below and a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He addressed Weiyang and the others: "Weiyang, Ye San, Zhang Ren, Zuo Yi, I don't know why you are standing on this wall, but what you need to do now is lead the soldiers to block the city gates. Leave this place to me!"
As he spoke, Ye Huan summoned several M4A1 assault rifles along with numerous magazines and tossed them towards Weiyang without caring whether they would reload or not. He exuded an air of decisive authority. Finally, he pushed Zhao Ziyu away gently and signaled her to follow Weiyang and the others down while his gaze focused on several Ninth Level Warriors who had already climbed onto the city wall.
Looking at Ye Huan in surprise, holding a few M4A1 rifles, Weiyang did not understand why Ye Huan was wearing a Dao Robe or how he had arrived here. However, he knew that since Ye Huan had instructed them to lead the troops down, he must have confidence in holding the city walls. Gritting his teeth, he nodded heavily, distributing the firearms to the others. There was no time for further questions, and they each took their troops and left.
Zhao Ziyu felt similarly. Although she was worried about whether Ye Huan could defend the city wall, she realized that staying here might hinder him. After receiving a glance from Ye Huan, she decisively descended from the wall, intending to lead by example and close the city gates. After all, as the current authority of Huaxia Nation, if she did not set an example, no one would be willing to fight for her or for Huaxia.
Once Weiyang and the others scattered, the Southern Xiongnu Empire soldiers who had been stunned by Ye Huan's thrown sword finally reacted. Some had already entered the royal capital, while others were still outside. They wanted to take action but felt as if they were being watched by something, leaving them frozen in place.
Using Divine Sense to lock onto the Ninth-Level Practitioner on the wall, Ye Huan strolled leisurely up to Durei IV and said, "Teacher Durei IV, if there are no issues, you should head down as well! I can handle this wall."
"By yourself?"
Hearing what Ye Huan had just told Weiyang and the others, Durei IV's eyes filled with astonishment. He tried to probe Ye Huan's level but found himself completely frozen in place. This was not because Ye Huan's level was particularly high; rather, after becoming a Cultivator and being filled with vast amounts of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, his level could no longer be detected by others. To Durei IV, who was unaware of this context, Ye Huan undoubtedly seemed to be at a higher level—at least on par with him.
A Ninth-Level Summoner or perhaps even a legendary Tenth-Level Summoner!
As he pondered this and recalled the power of items summoned by Ye Huan when he was a First-Level Summoner, Durei IV wasted no time and quickly summoned several Fire Armored Dragons that charged toward the city gates. He was surprised to see that the two Ninth-Level Warriors who had previously slain his Fire Armored Dragons were standing still without moving. This made Durei IV glance back at Ye Huan's not-so-broad figure on the wall.
The battered royal capital walls could not be restored to their former glory simply because of one person's arrival. However, in war, one could never predict whether one person's presence would change the outcome!
Reaching out, 2012 Arms floated before him as he summoned two Barrett rifles. Ye Huan's first target was the two Ninth-Level Warriors who had already breached the royal capital below the wall. After all, for Weiyang and his group armed only with M4A1 assault rifles, these foes posed an extremely high danger level...
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