Chapter 332: Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 332: Enemy Attack

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

"Shh, keep it down!" the second person interrupted tensely, "Do you have a death wish? If General Yale's people hear this, watch your life!"

"It's fine, they just left." The first person waved a hand dismissively, "You know, this General Yale... why can't he just develop his own territory properly? He has to go rob others, truly creating bad karma!"

"Oh my ancestor, can you shut your mouth?! Keep talking like that and my life is gone!" The speaker's face was pale with terror, voice pressed extremely low.

"Alright alright, I got it, let's change the subject then." The other person hurriedly agreed.

Although both their voices were very quiet, Yan Wang was a martial practitioner after all, his hearing far sharper than ordinary people. Plus he wasn't far away, so he basically heard their entire conversation clearly.

Ai Jiao only caught bits and pieces, but he also knew now wasn't the time to ask about these things.

They strolled a while longer, neither hearing any more useful information, so they decided to head back. Once back at the inn, Ai Jiao eagerly shut the door and urgently asked, "Wang, did you hear clearly just now?"

Yan Wang nodded, replying, "Mm, heard clearly."

Ai Jiao's curiosity was completely hooked, he hurriedly pressed, "Quick, tell me, what did they say?"

Yan Wang told Ai Jiao exactly what he'd heard, point by point. After listening, Ai Jiao's face turned green with rage, he slammed the table hard and cursed, "A real beast! Not even sparing the old, weak, sick, and disabled! Wang, let's go kill that Yale bastard!"

Yan Wang thought a moment, then said, "We don't know where he went, how would we find him?"

Ai Jiao felt Yan Wang made sense, couldn't help but feel dejected. After a while, Yan Wang's eyes suddenly brightened, "Got it!"

Ai Jiao perked up immediately, asking curiously, "What method did you think of?"

Yan Wang spoke softly to Ai Jiao, "Lean in." Ai Jiao hurriedly leaned over, and Yan Wang lowered his voice to explain.

After a moment, Ai Jiao's eyes suddenly brightened, "Brilliant!" But then he frowned with doubt, "But we barely got in, we're just going to leave like this?"

Yan Wang smiled slightly, reassuring, "Don't worry, getting in next time will be much easier." Seeing his certainty, Ai Jiao doubted no more, and the two swaggered out the city gate.

The city gate had guards, but they seemed to only check people entering, completely ignoring those leaving.

After Yan Wang and Ai Jiao smoothly exited the city gate, they immediately employed lightness skill, like flying birds racing toward the garrison.

Not long after, they arrived. Yan Wang's gaze was like a torch, quickly selecting a few quick-witted soldiers with good lightness skill from the many, then leading them away from the garrison.

They raced all the way, soon reaching a must-pass road not far from Yifeng City.

Yan Wang halted, surveyed the surroundings, confirmed this was an excellent ambush spot, then instructed those soldiers to act.

The soldiers acknowledged the order, swiftly scattering to hide in position. Once everything was properly arranged, they lay like lurking hunters, quietly concealed in the grass, awaiting prey.

This hide lasted an entire afternoon. Time passed second by second, the sun gradually slanted west, the sky slowly shrouded in dusk.

Just as the sky grew dim, urgent hoofbeats came from afar, a troop galloping like a whirlwind toward this direction.

Martial practitioners' eyesight is usually excellent, even at night they can clearly see surroundings and figures.

Yan Wang was such a martial practitioner, his gaze keen, able to easily pierce the darkness and spot figures not far off.

After careful observation, Yan Wang confirmed that person was Yale. His heart tightened, because he knew Yale was no easy opponent.

However, Yan Wang didn't retreat in the slightest, he swiftly scanned the surroundings, noticing Ai Jiao in the grass opposite.

Just then, Yan Wang's gaze met Ai Jiao's. Ai Jiao seemed to have noticed Yan Wang too, he made a hand signal toward Yan Wang, indicating everything was ready. Yan Wang immediately returned a received signal, showing he understood.

As Yale's group drew nearer, the tense atmosphere thickened. Sweat beaded on Ai Jiao's forehead, trickling slowly down his neck.

His heart raced, breathing grew rapid, but he strove to stay calm, not letting emotion affect his actions.

Simultaneously, everyone else held their breath, not daring a sound, fearing to alert Yale. They knew this operation's success or failure hinged on this moment, the slightest carelessness could ruin everything.

Just as horses charged like arrows loosed from bows, about to crash before them, Yan Wang and Ai Jiao exchanged a glance, tacitly pulling the ropes they'd prepared earlier.

Yale led from the front, charging first, naturally bearing the brunt. With a dull thud, the horse's forelegs were tripped by the rope, the whole body lost balance, horse and rider tumbling forward together.

However, Yale was a veteran of a hundred battles, reaction extremely swift.

He shouted "Enemy attack!" at the top of his voice while decisively releasing the reins, using the saddle's spring to roll sharply right. He tumbled continuously several times like a top.

In comparison, the few following weren't so lucky. Their martial skill far below Yale's, they had no time to react effectively the moment the horses lost their forelegs.

As a result, they were thrown from their mounts one after another, crashing heavily to the ground. Worse, some unlucky ones were trampled by galloping hooves, killed on the spot.

Amid the chaos, Yan Wang didn't hesitate, leading the charge like hungry tigers pouncing. Their target was clear: put Yale to death.

Yan Wang gripped his long sword, cold light flashing, momentum like a rainbow, thrusting straight at Yale rolling on the ground. This sword was fast as lightning, fierce as thunder, as if to pierce Yale through.

Yale's reaction was equally swift, his rolling speed suddenly increasing, slippery as a loach. His body flicked left in a hair's breadth, barely dodging Yan Wang's killing blow.

Seeing this, Yan Wang naturally didn't dare the slightest slackness, instantly following with another thrust. This sword's angle was tricky, speed even faster, like a venomous snake striking from its hole, straight for Yale's throat.