Chapter 370: Sworn to Follow to Death, Time Is Running Out

Qianlong City achieved a total victory!

Countless soldiers, teachers and students stood on the battlefield.

The battlefield had already been stained red with blood.

The red seemed to become the sole tone of this battlefield.

Countless corpses lay haphazardly on the ground, and a foul stench kept assaulting the senses.

But they seemed unaware, just standing quietly, their gazes falling on former comrades, former classmates, and teachers.

Even though Qianlong City achieved a total victory this time, many Human Race strongmen still fell here.

Their lives reached a critical point here.

Some survivors stood there, utterly bewildered.

Someone's body kept trembling, as if they had not yet recovered from anger.

Someone kept sniffling, tears mixed with blood falling down.

Ah!!!!

A gray‑clad student from Qianlong Academy knelt on the ground, and before him stood a relatively beautiful woman.

She was also dressed in gray.

Qianqian!!!!

He cried with a heart‑rending wail, even though his tear glands could no longer produce tears, his eye sockets became utterly hollow.

Yet he still could not hide his deep concern.

This battle, though victorious,

but countless comrades, classmates, colleagues, and teachers were forever left here.

When Su Yu returned from afar with the Slay Dragon Army, he looked at this scene and fell silent.

Su Yu turned his head and asked hoarsely.

"How many casualties did the Slay Dragon Army suffer?"

Wan Shui Hou hesitated briefly, then said.

"Young Marshal, the Slay Dragon Army at Qianlong City numbered 1,382, and now only 1,005 remain!"

"So three hundred seventy‑seven died.."

Su Yu fell silent.

Seeing Su Yu's expression, Wan Shui Hou comforted him.

"Young Marshal, there is something I shouldn't say, but compared with previous battles, our losses this time are already minimal."

Wan Shui Hou said earnestly.

"Young Marshal, before you became Young Marshal and came to Qianlong City, the Slay Dragon Army that split from Qianlong City totaled five thousand, and now only a little over a thousand remain."

"In every battle, large or small, countless people fall. My Slay Dragon Army is Daxia's premier force, so the losses are already quite small."

"Moreover, under your leadership this time, the Slay Dragon Army's casualties are almost negligible."

Wan Shui Hou said excitedly.

Yet Su Yu remained silent.

"But... they're still dead!"

Su Yu said hoarsely.

Wan Shui Hou fell silent; he didn't know how to comfort Su Yu.

This time, three million troops pressed onto Qianlong City, and under Su Yu's command, the Slay Dragon Army became sword blades, charging into the fray, with only just over three hundred falling.

But the damage inflicted on the Myriad Tribes' army was extremely terrifying.

It was a victory he had never achieved since the Slay Dragon Army split off.

Wan Shui Hou pondered for a moment, then said seriously.

"Young Marshal... Mercy does not command troops!"

The voice, full of meaning, reached Su Yu's ears; his body trembled slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes.

He took out this time's bounty from the Space Ring.

This bounty was extremely abundant for Su Yu.

The charge was at the forefront; though extremely dangerous, the gains were the greatest.

Just the energy stones alone, Su Yu seized hundreds of thousands, including several hundred low‑grade Star Stones and dozens of medium‑grade Star Stones.

It must be said, the Myriad Tribes' resources are far superior to those of the Human Race.

Even some second‑rate races, under this resource tilt, are far better than the Human Race.

Alas, the Human Race is a heaven‑bestowed race, incomparable to these others.

"Take all these... and give them to the families of those dead brothers!" Xin Bi Qu Ge

Su Yu sighed.

The dead have already perished, and Su Yu cannot change that; he can only do his modest part.

"This..."

Wan Shui Hou saw the resources in Su Yu's hand, his pupils suddenly narrowing, then he gave a wry smile.

"Young Marshal, it's truly too abundant; according to Martial Artists Association regulations, we can't use so much."

Su Yu suddenly looked at Wan Shui Hou and said gravely.

"Do as I say!"

Wan Shui Hou was startled, gazing at Su Yu's serious eyes, his heart trembling slightly.

He took the resources from Su Yu; even as a Marquis-level Expert, he did not have so much.

He said hoarsely.

"Then I, on behalf of my fallen brothers, thank you, Young Marshal!"

Su Yu took a deep breath, fought back the sourness at the tip of his nose, looked at the remaining Slay Dragon Army soldiers, and shouted loudly.

"The Slay Dragon Army fights for the Human Race; I don't care how many the Martial Artists Association stipulates. From now on, as long as I, Su Yu, am alive, for every Slay Dragon Army brother who dies in battle, I, Su Yu alone, will be responsible for their families!"

"Although I, Su Yu, am not a wealthy or noble person, I too climbed up from the bottom step by step. My teacher let me become this Young Marshal; now that I have, I must bear the responsibility of this Young Marshal. I will not let any brother who trusts me die in vain!"

"Everyone.... Long live the Slay Dragon Army!"

Su Yu took a deep breath, heavily struck his right fist against his chest, and spoke solemnly.

Over a thousand Slay Dragon Army soldiers looked at Su Yu, their hearts shaken.

Marquis Wan Shui's mind was filled with countless thoughts; in the next moment, Marquis Wan Shui actually knelt directly before Su Yu, likewise pressing his right fist firmly against his chest, and shouted loudly.

"I swear to follow the Young Marshal unto death! "

Following Marquis Wan Shui's action, the other Slay Dragon Army soldiers also excitedly half-knelt on the ground, their gazes toward Su Yu burning with fervor.

"I swear to follow the Young Marshal unto death!"

Their eyes filled with hot tears.

On the city wall, the old soldiers, as if drained of strength, lay limp on the ground, laughing and crying.

"We won... we finally won!"

Many soldiers, like the old veterans, gazed at the gradually calming battlefield and gave heartfelt smiles.

"We won.... Winning was not easy!"

Above the void, the Hidden Dragon King and the Holy Spear King had already descended, beginning to organize the cleanup of the battlefield and to rest and recuperate.

Although we won, who knows if the myriad races will not launch a second wave of attack.

Zhao Tianxing stood silently there, his gaze lingering on the spot where Xuan Lao fell, his eyes sorrowful.

At this moment, Li Zhangsheng came to Zhao Tianxing's side, looking at his appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this... really worth it?"

Zhao Tianxing heard Li Zhangsheng's words and gave a slight smile.

"What's worth it or not, this is the responsibility of being a principal."

He paused, then said.

"Senior brother, let those few brats come to the office for a visit; my time... may not be long."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhangsheng's heart sank sharply.