Chapter 648: Transport Bird

Something's off, stay alert.

Whoever comes bears ill intent.

Not giving them time to guess, the Great King spoke again.

Let me guess: who would ruin the relationship between the Northern Border and the Tribute State, who would hate enough to slaughter villages before leaving the border? Is it Jing Province?

The two leaders of the opposing squad stared at each other—Bai Li Jing has arrived?!

First surprised, then reacting with fervor! Bai Li Jing came alone from You Province to the Northern Border frontier? It's like hell has no doors and he walked right in! If we let him stay……

Unprecedented merit, to be ennobled as marquis and made prime minister!

Number Thirty-three halted, brandishing weapons, fighting spirit soaring. The two leaders even more so—no fear of being intercepted, only excitement at achieving unprecedented merit.

The Great King saw through them, arms crossed, cold smile: 'Just you? Don't dream.'

Hum——

The Tai'a Sword emerged, sword energy shooting into the clouds. Ling Daxia, after seeing it a few times, would reflexively twitch the corner of his mouth—such sword energy could only be cultivated by top-tier experts in his former world, the lifelong pursuit of Penglai swordsmen, yet the Tai'a Sword comes with it straight out of the factory.

The King's Authority Sword naturally carries domineering sword energy; the Great King doesn't even need to train. Bound to the Tai'a Sword, with the City Lord's Heart and body-refining technique bolstering his small frame, he can unleash it.

A clear, ringing sword note split the clouds; the wind at Falling Cloud Peak ceased. Chen Er furrowed his brows—what the hell is this?!

The Tai'a Sword is originally a national treasure; once drawn, mountains and rivers respond, winds and clouds surge in reverse.

Where the sword light arose, no one moved—only a single white rainbow arced across Falling Cloud Peak. The thirty-three opposite felt the air suddenly solidify, blade pressure weighing on their bodies, immediately finding breathing difficult.

What the hell!

The Great King gripped the Tai'a, Ling Yin also drew his Penglai Sword—time to settle accounts.

"No one can massacre my people with impunity and walk away unscathed—leave your lives in the Northern Border!" The clear tone rang like a sword.

Chen Er, flustered, forced himself calm, raised his heavy blade and shouted: "Kill this supposed Bai Li Jing; when I return I'll ask my lord to make him a marquis!"

The Great King snorted, "Big talk!", and swung the Tai'a with all his might.

The sword strikes without return, its force like heavenly punishment.

Chen Er and Zhao Da, seeing this formation, saw their fiery madness retreat, finally feeling a hint of panic. What kind of tactic is this? Something feels off!

Bai Li Jing, so young…… those legends of Azure Dragon protection, heavenly favor—could they really be true?

The Tai'a Sword energy swept forth, shattering stone; another swing sent blood spraying. Chen Er fell to the ground, staring at his broken heavy blade, eyes filled only with astonishment.

How is this possible? How could this be?! After twenty years of martial training, he can't even block a ten-something Bai Li Jing!

The Great King charged into the enemy formation, swinging only twice; the rest was swiftly taken up by Ling Yin. Facing many alone posed no pressure—let alone this squad, touted as extremely precious and hard to cultivate, whose convictions had already wavered.

They had carried out many missions, but this truly exceeded their understanding. They were merely experts gathered with heavy pay, not death warriors; today's scene threw their minds into disarray—some, fortunate enough to avoid vital injuries, crawled up from the ground wanting to flee, to escape the formidable foe before them—who knew they hadn't taken two steps before a glittering golden xiong appeared ahead.

The Great King, standing behind, saw the scene and twitched the corner of his mouth—this creature really is a dangerous fellow; that blow probably smashed its bones and entrails to pieces!

The Great King surveyed the battlefield, silently sheathing the Tai'a Sword—whatever, he's done.

The scene of him battling to exhaustion against the sunset didn't appear; it seems the Wusun are just easy prey, and these people aren't top-tier experts either.

This guy couldn't care less about their setup—him, steel-boned and wielding the Tai'a Sword, the Penglai Sword Guest Ling Yin plus two heavy weapons—aside from tactics of consuming tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions in human-wave battles, what could possibly stop them!

The Great King ordered Ling Yin to keep two alive to ask which family they're from, then left it aside and began researching how to bring these people back to Mo Jin. Bai Li Qi loves hanging heads on city walls, don't he? Don't all the marquises and princes around Great Chu fear Bai Li Qi? The Great King also intends to learn—if you're not ruthless, you won't stand firm! For instance, hang these people on Mo Jin's city walls to show the world that Bai Li Jing isn't easy to provoke; who wouldn't when facing a demon?

Just then, he wondered whether he should send word for that useless Pacifying North Marquis to come haul them away—when, lo and behold, the Heaven-Covering Great One, which had been waiting ahead, lowered its altitude and returned. Using its invincible dynamic vision, it spotted the flanking force that had joined the battle behind, and it too descended, eager to give it a try.

Seeing it, the Great King's eyes lit up; he waved and called it back.

"I used to only know the Heaven-Covering Great One was fast, never knew how strong it is…" the Great King's curious face ·JPG

He waved a hand over the chaotic battlefield: "So many people—can the Heaven-Covering Great One carry them off? Ah, enough arrogance, too heavy! Better let Xiao Jin……"

The Heaven-Covering Great One swatted away his clueless command with one wing; the Golden Hair Monster can't fly fast and is slow—what are you looking at?!

The Great King worriedly gazed at it; the Heaven-Covering Great One raised its neck.

All set.

Even the cleverest eagle hasn't studied tactics.

The Pacifying North Marquis thought back and forth, still needing to pursue a bit further—although he felt he probably couldn't catch up now, returning would be inexcusable; no matter how he thought about returning, the fury over the slaughtered villages had to be vented here.

That day, as dusk darkened, they prepared to head to the next county to rest—when they saw a black shadow drift from the southern sky, so fast that before they could make it out, it had already passed overhead.

"What is that?"

"Can't see clearly…"

"What can fly? A bird… what kind of bird is that big, bigger than the Heaven-Covering Great One?"

Upon hearing 'bird', the cavalry in the troop first thought of the Great King's Heaven-Covering Great One. The Great King opened the map and saw the Pacifying North Marquis leading a mighty crowd staring at the flying 'Transport Bird' in a daze—he found it extremely detestable.

"Let's go intercept and catch the Pacifying North Marquis in the act! Look at the duty assigned him—meals and sleep on time, able to chase down a ghost! Even I don't get to enjoy that."

Ling Yin looked at the Great King, slumped on the xiong's back sucking on a lollipop, and thought… maybe not. You still quite enjoy yourself.