Chapter 536: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Life of Slacking Off Chapter 629: The Beilin Kingdom Has Also Fallen

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Moreover, the soldiers of the Yan Family Army on this side were all elite troops; they were well-trained and possessed extremely strong combat power.

It can be said without exaggeration that unless Li Jun could return in time, the Beilin Kingdom absolutely had not the slightest chance of victory.

As expected, although the defenders of Beitang City resisted to the death, after a day and night of fierce fighting, the city gate was eventually breached.

Yan Wang led the Yan Family Army into the city like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain; they rushed without stopping, because Yan Wang knew very well in his heart that time was urgent, and if Li Jun had not encountered any accident, he should arrive here in about half a day. Therefore, they had to race against time!

In just an hour, the city gate of Beituo City was also breached by Yan Wang and his Yan Family Army. They advanced like a bamboo splitter, directly killing their way to the Imperial Palace.

At this time, Li Aotian had long been terrified out of his wits, hiding behind a group of generals and trembling. Seeing this, Yan Wang, Ai Jiao, and Tang Qi drew their swords without hesitation and pounced toward Li Aotian like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

But at this critical moment, Li Jing suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Li Aotian.

However, his meager skills were simply not worth a single blow before Yan Wang. After a few moves, Yan Wang easily stabbed Li Jing's heart with one sword.

Li Aotian personally witnessed Li Jing dying tragically under Yan Wang's sword; his heart was instantly torn apart, his eyes turned bloodshot as if he wanted to spit fire, and he shouted hysterically: "Jing'er!!!"

Li Jing slowly turned his head; at the moment his gaze met Yan Wang's, a trace of scarlet blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, tragic and resolute.

Yan Wang watched this scene expressionlessly, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light under the sunlight.

He drew the sword without hesitation; Li Jing's body, as if it had lost its support, fell straight backward onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Without the slightest hesitation or pity, Yan Wang did not even glance at Li Jing again; his steps were firm and cold, and he continued holding the blood-stained long sword, walking straight toward Li Aotian.

At the same time, Ai Jiao and Tang Qi each engaged in fierce combat with a general and an Imperial Guard Commander in front of Li Aotian.

Their movements were agile and their coordination was perfect; they successfully restrained these two powerful enemies, creating an excellent opportunity for Yan Wang.

At this time, only a few relatively weak people remained in front of Li Aotian. Yan Wang cut them down like slicing melons and vegetables, easily slaying them under his sword.

Although Li Aotian possessed martial arts skills, since ascending the throne, he had rarely taken action himself. Facing Yan Wang's ferocious offensive, his first reaction was actually to turn and flee.

However, Yan Wang was faster; he approached Li Aotian like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand thrust out like lightning, accurately piercing Li Aotian's back.

Li Aotian only felt a sharp pain assault his back, as if he were being torn apart. He stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

Just two days ago, he had received a secret report from Jun'er saying that they had successfully taken the Xishang Kingdom. But he never expected that within a few short days, his own country would face the fate of destruction.

At this moment, a heart-rending shout suddenly came from not far away: "Huangdi!!!!!"

Li Aotian slowly turned his gaze toward the direction of the sound, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Li Jun, standing not far away, noticed this scene; he looked closely and was surprised to discover that Li Aotian was actually calling out to him, and using that affectionate address—"Jun'er"!

However, Li Jun discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make a sound to respond to Li Aotian.

He was anxious as if on fire, watching helplessly as Li Aotian's gaze gradually became empty and lifeless, losing focus.

Seeing this, Li Jun's fear and worry were instantly magnified; he did not hesitate to quicken his pace, rushing toward Li Aotian like an arrow leaving the bow, hoping to catch his tottering body before he fell.

However, when Li Jun had run halfway, there was a loud "Boom—",

Li Aotian suddenly fell heavily to the ground without warning. This sudden change struck Li Jun like a bolt from the blue; he froze in place, as if time had frozen at this moment.

After just one second, Li Jun suddenly seemed to be awakened; his eyes widened instantly, his eye sockets nearly split, and an uncontrollable rage burned fiercely in his heart.

He stared fixedly at Yan Wang not far away and let out a roar from his mouth: "Yan Wang Dog Thief!!!"

Before his voice fell, Li Jun held his long sword and, like a mad beast, rushed straight at Yan Wang.

At this moment, his heart was filled with hatred and anger; this power made his attacks exceptionally ferocious and unstoppable.

Seeing Li Jun rushing to kill with a fierce aura, Yan Wang dared not be the slightest bit negligent; he hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand, preparing to meet Li Jun's attack.

With a crisp "Clang—", the two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere. Yan Wang felt the sword in his hand as if struck by a tremendous force, numbing his arm.

Despite this, Yan Wang still barely blocked Li Jun's blow and quickly retreated a step, distancing himself from Li Jun.

Immediately afterward, he raised his sword without hesitation and launched a counterattack against Li Jun like lightning.

At first, Li Jun could barely block Yan Wang's attacks, but as time passed, he gradually felt powerless.

Yan Wang's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce; every sword was like a venomous snake leaving its hole, impossible to guard against. In an instant, the sword in Yan Wang's hand slashed across Li Jun's neck like lightning, and a stream of scarlet blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all around.

Li Jun stared wide-eyed, his face full of shock, as if he could not believe everything happening before his eyes; his body, as if its soul had been drained, fell straight to the ground.

With Li Jun's fall, the soldiers of the Beilin Kingdom were also few and far between.

These soldiers, after rushing day and night without sleep for several consecutive days, were already exhausted, their bodies and minds in a state of extreme overdraft.

The Yan Family Army, meanwhile, had advanced like a bamboo splitter in previous battles, marching forward with high morale, making their spirits even higher.

Under such a stark contrast, the soldiers of the Beilin Kingdom obviously had no chance of victory.

When the Yan Family Army slew the last soldier of the Beilin Kingdom, this cruel war that had lasted for several months finally came to an end.

Yan Wang quietly gazed at the long sword in his hand, stained with blood; the bloodstains on the blade flashed with a heart-palpitating cold light under the sunlight.

He expressionlessly wiped the blade with the clothing of a corpse on the ground, as if this were just a most ordinary matter. After wiping it clean, he slowly inserted the long sword into its sheath, his movements elegant and agile.

Yan Wang's gaze slowly swept over this battlefield dyed red with blood; looking at the corpses and severed limbs all over the ground, there were not too many ripples in his heart.